Title: Merry Christmas, Angel
Posted: Feb 07
Summary:some gifts are more precious than some. Just takes a while sometimes to realise that…
Disclaimer: The characters in the Angelverse were created by Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit is made.
Distribution: Please ask first.
Notes: Just a fun little drabble for DamnSkippy, inspired by a Christmas icon of hers I forgot to upload. *slaps forehead*
Thanks/Dedication: For DamnSkippy.
Feedback: Always appreciated.
Angel was drawn down the stairs to the lobby by the the soft crooning from the radio.
He saw his red-clad Seer standing at the counter, wrapping presents.
He paused a moment to take in all the right ways she wore the wraparound dress, from the gentle swelling slopes of her breasts to the curve of her perfect ass. Her calves flexed with every shift of her body weight and he watched the play of muscle, mesmerized by the graceful way she moved.
Moving to sit on one of the circular sofas, he leaned back and slumped down, spreading his thighs slightly apart, folding his arms over his chest. Staring through drooping eyelids, he watched the concert of her beauty and wished for paper and charcoal.
Then she turned and smiled at him.
His name was a throaty purr, one that made him shift into a more comfortable position as his trousers became confining.
“Cordelia,” he breathed just as softly, watching her walk toward him. Her hand went to the pretty string tied at her waist.
“Are you ready to open your present?”
She pulled and the dress fell open as she stood between his open legs, enveloping him in the perfume of her body, soft curves and smooth skin expanding to fill his vision. He wrapped his arms tight around her waist, pressing light, damp kisses along the center line of her torso.
He leaned up to take her mouth, understanding all at once the confusing, encompassing tumult of his emotions the last few months, ever since Vocah nearly killed her.
Her soft breath on his lips –
Angel jumped and blinked.
Cordelia was standing at the counter again, arms crossed, looking at him with an exasperated frown.
“Wha-? He swallowed past the dryness in his throat, praying she wouldn’t look down at his lap. “What?”
“Are you going to help me wrap Wes and Gunn’s present or just sit there daydreaming all night? Or is that nightdreaming? Or-well, never mind. Just get more tape, okay?”
She smiled, bright face full of coaxing charm, and he blinked again and smiled back.
He was a goner.