Part 7, Goodnight Girl
Cordelia found her front door locked and assumed her parents had left for her aunt’s in Aspen and she found herself wishing she could have gone with them to see her new baby cousin. “Come in Angel, make yourself at home” she invited gracefully and pushed the door open for him to walk in unobstructed.
“Thanks” Angel held the door open for her to walk in ahead of him, making her smile sweetly at him as she brushed past him regally.
“You are such a gentleman” Cordelia commented dryly as she whipped off her jacket and slung it on the coat rack almost carelessly. “Do you want the coffee first or the goodnight kiss?”
Angel didn’t answer as he took his jacket off and hung it up, he silently stalked up to her, intent the only expression on his face. His lips caught hers before she could use them for more talking and his cool tongue grazed her fuller, lower lip. Cordelia slid her hands up to tease the sensitive skin at the nape of his neck, tickling him lightly. He moved one hand up to hold her back and the other to shamelessly squeeze her ass.
His mouth took control over her softer, pliant one and deepened the kiss, sweeping his tongue expertly across hers. Angel brought her feline body closer to his, moaning lightly when her breasts, full and pert, taunted his chest. Cordelia’s arm slid completely around his neck as she melted into his kiss and embrace.
Deepening their kiss more, the pace increased to a steady but frantic one as Angel slowly crushed her into him. His tongue stroked, teased and toyed with her warm one as he fully explored her. Cordelia flicked her tongue lightly over where she guessed his fangs lay, feeling smug when he shuddered softly. Her human warmth had Angel rocking his hips against hers, hardening with arousal and throbbing with anticipation.
Cordelia sighed into his mouth and slid her hand softly down his face and chest before pausing her exploring touch on his hard stomach. Angel pulled away from her lips to allow her the ability to breathe and trailed softly biting kisses down to her throat, seeing if she’d make him stop. “Uh” her feminine moan had him pressing his hardened state into the V of her parted thighs as he bit harder on the highly sensitized jugular.
She wanted him to touch her a little more so she boldly guided his hand slowly around her body until Angel was teasing her by brushing his fingertips just underneath her breasts. He responded instantly, sliding his hand to cup her breasts through her top and bra, he massaged her firmly and surely; feeling the pebbled peek through the material and brushed his fingers over the tiny bud.
Cordelia all but attacked him then, she moved her hands round to squeeze his ass and pulled his body so he was completely crushed up against her. The realization of her aggressive move hit when his erection connected directly between her thighs, causing delicious, pleasuring waves to throb there. Angel’s touch became rougher and more insistent as he cupped both breasts, teasing her nipples through the material and making her mewl.
Her hips moved timidly against his, moaning quietly every time her core experienced his hard maleness. A deep, throaty groan made her aware of what she was doing on her first date and a red hue began to paint her already flushed cheek.
Slowly pulling back and breathing hard, Cordelia noticed their increasingly intimate position and withdrew slightly from his hold with embarrassment on her face. “Oh, um, I’m a little embarrassed” she confessed with an apologetic smile. “What must you think of me?”
“I think you’re a fucking good tease with a talented tongue, get back here and use it!”
“What’s there to be embarrassed for Cor?” Angel asked as he refrained from giving her another kiss and simply kept his hands locked around the small of her back. He searched her face to see if she wasn’t just pulling back because she thought Angelus might get loose. He had sharp, stinging throbs making his erection feel twice the normal size, like he was filled to bursting point. He wanted her now but he was willing to give her the time she needed. “You were just giving me a goodnight kiss remember?”
“I know but, God this humiliating, it’s the first date and I’m practically raping you in my home!” she flushed a pretty pink.
“You wanna tie me up and gag me? Like you’re not panting either Hans, so stop with the judgment!”
Angel laughed at her, leaning down to nuzzle her hair with his nose and inhaled the clean and fresh scent of the tresses. “Don’t be embarrassed, we’re dating so you can feel free to rape me anytime you want”
“I’ll remember that, just so we’re clear on this if you wanna rape me just tell me first or you’ll end up having your balls surgically removed from your body okay?” Cordelia told him half jokingly with a stern stare at him.
“Keep talking like that sweetheart, you’re getting me all riled up!”
“I’d love to stay for coffee sweetheart” Angel told her with a kiss on her hair, “But I’d rather wait until you were comfortable for that kind of coffee. So I’ll see you tomorrow for lunch if you’re coming over?” he hoped.
“You don’t mind?” Cordelia asked with a little smile, at his head shake her little smile grew into a big and beaming one. “Then I’ll stop by for lunch, have your blood and some ice ready cus you’re gonna have your first blood slushy!”
***
“Are you sure you don’t mind?” Angel asked as he stared at the car keys now in his palm, “I can just as easily walk home you know, I don’t have to take your car”
“It’s a long way and you’ve already had one fight tonight, I don’t want you having another when I’m not there to see you kick ass!” Cordelia told him with a wicked grin. “Besides, your place is ages away, like way in the Outer Hebrides or something. God, could you imagine living there? Urgh!”
“It’s not that bad, I was there once” Angel mused thoughtfully then shook away the memories of living there for all of a month before the place drove him to almost insanity and he left in boredom. “And I’ll see you at lunch?” off her chirpy nod, Angel leaned down for a chaste kiss. “I’ll cook, you make your slushy”
With that, the vampire winked at her and closed the front door behind him, listening when he didn’t hear her move away from the door.
Cordelia waited for a few seconds until she was sure he would have left before squealing, jumping up and down on the spot like a mad woman. “EEEEEEEEKKKKK!” she felt like racing around her house and doing stupid, mad things she felt so happy.
Outside, Angel heard the squeal, heard the thumps as she jumped up and down; he bit his lip and was about to leave when he heard one last thing before footsteps announced her scuttling away from the door.
“WhatdoIwhatdoIdo? Victoria’s Secret, where’d I put the home shopping catalogue?!”
***
It didn’t take him long to get back to his mansion, Angel killed the engine of the Corvette and decided he’d take a look at it later to see if he could fix the occasional choking sounds. Scooting out of the drivers’ side and locking up, the vampire found himself “La-da-da’ing” as he jogged towards the front door.
“I was wondering when you’d get home” a familiar, female voice startled him and Angel found himself looking at Buffy who was sat on the steps just outside of the door. Her blonde hair fell in waves around her face, big soulful blue eyes gazed up at him while her hands were held behind her back.
“Hi Buffy” he greeted, no trace of bitterness or anger in his voice only something that sounded like pleasant surprise. Angel headed to move past her when she spoke again.
“Can we talk please?” she asked in a tiny voice.
“Sure, about what?” he wanted to get inside so he could break out that bottle of whiskey his demon had bought last year, that’s if Spike never found it that is.
“Touch that Hans and see what I do. You may have permission to drive my car, pose as me, wear my clothes and jewelry. But you do not, I repeat do not, drink my whiskey. Go anywhere near that and I’ll sing ‘Club Tropicana’ all night I swear!”
“About what?” Buffy asked in a hardened voice like she couldn’t believe what she wanted to talk about. “About the insanity that is you a-and her. Angel, why are you doing this to me? I thought you loved me”
“Loved, Buffy” Angel expressed the past tense of how he felt for her, “I did love you, but when you broke it off with me I realized just how wrong we were for each other” a nice and gentle way of letting her down.
“How can we be wrong if we love each other?” Buffy asked as her eyes began blazing with refusal to understand the rest of his words. She didn’t want to think what she’d do if he actually told her he was in love with Cordelia Chase.
“How could you break up with me if you loved me?” Angel countered easily and resisted the urge to ignore her and walk into his house without so much as a goodbye.
“I needed time to work through things, do you know how hard it was seeing you back here after what happened last year with Angelus?”
She really didn’t go there did she? He didn’t need or want to do this but in the space of less than five minutes, her angst addiction left him no choice. “How hard it was on you, huh?” Angel asked as he fully turned to look at her, whatever feelings he may have still had drifted away but he honestly didn’t mind. Buffy had been his girlfriend for just over a year, he’d loved and worshipped the person she was. When he’d been in hell for the three hundred years, it her he longed to get back too because he needed her to help him.
But she’d left him, she only saw what she had to deal with and she’d left him when he needed her more than anything else. Angel’s gaze held pity for her now, he knew she was going to be hurt with what he had to say but as much as it killed him to admit it, his demon was right.
“Are you acknowledging my existence? Gasp, I’m touched really I am. Now kill the bitch!”
People got hurt everyday but they got over it, getting hurt was a part of life just like being happy, or having a first date.
Angel cleared his throat a little, “You were right to do that Buffy, I could see how having your family and friends around to help you would be traumatic. I hope you work things through soon, take care!”
Her hand reached out to hold his arm and she spun him around to face her again, “What the hell is that supposed to mean? Traumatic? I’ll tell you what traumatic is, traumatic is finding your teacher dead or having to kill the man you love to save the world. That’s traumatic” Buffy snapped out in a low, very angered voice.
He had the decency to look ashamed for what he did the year before. “I know what I did to you and yours Buffy, I pay for every crime I’ve ever done day in and day out. I paid for it year after year after year when I was in hell. I don’t need you rubbing it in my face every time we have a woe-is-you discussion. Now, I’ve my first official date tonight Slayer and I don’t want it ruined with a conversation like this so if you don’t mind I’m gonna go to bed…”
“Who the hell do you think you are?” Buffy asked in a light tone full of disbelief, “You can’t talk to me like that”
“I can talk to you however way I want Slayer, it’s you who can’t talk to me like I should bow down to you anymore and you hate the fact you don’t have a puppy who will sit, roll over or play dead whenever you want. And if I were you, I wouldn’t go to Cordelia with this or blame her because that would really piss me off”
The last time he’d called her Slayer he’d been Angelus and now he’d just effectively threatened her, something Angel would never do and especially not over Cordelia. Oh God… What if he and Cordelia had…
“Y-your soul, you don’t have it?” fear, dread and disgust welled up inside her at that very moment.
“Oh I still have it Slayer, I just can’t lose it. They made sure of that in hell so I’d suffer just that little more, if they hadn’t made it permanent I’d have lost it through rage and made that place a playground. But yes, I still have it, though Cor seems to have gotten attached to my demonic attributes, thinks I’m cute when I go vamp. God knows she took my soul endurance for a long, hard test drive. I’m still shaking!”
he knew he was being deliberately cruel and he knew when Buffy repeated all this Cordelia, he was going to have some serious explaining to do. Angel hoped she’d understand and prayed for forgiveness in advance.
“That Cordy” Angel smiled in satisfaction, “For a first timer, she sure handled me like a pro I tell ya Buff. It’s a good thing my soul problem got cured in hell cus post-coital bliss just didn’t come close” he leaned down to whisper in her ear. “When I say come, I mean literally”
Buffy was too stunned to refrain him from going into the mansion, everything seemed like a distant nightmare right then. She’d heard his words, had seen his lips move and speak but yet they didn’t seem real. All she knew was that Cordelia had stole Angel from her and slept with him.
There was going to be hell on Earth tomorrow at school, that was one thing she was certain of. Cordelia was going to wish she’d never even looked at Angel.
Part 8, Sex, Lies and Angry Slayers
The whole world seemed different when she had woken up the next morning, the sky was a bright, sunny blue and the sun radiated the warmth she felt flowing through her. Cordelia had bounded out of bed at the speed of light, a huge whopping smile plastered across her face as she dove into some clothes. What she wore, she didn’t really care.
Okay, so maybe she did care what she wore it didn’t need to be said that she wanted to look great and show the world she was back! A red pencil skirt hugged her thighs and a matching red turtle-neck sweater clung to her upper body, black platform sandals completed the slightly retro look she wanted.
She took care in applying the red tinted balm over her lips, the moisturizing ingredients making her mouth soft, supple and she hoped, kissable! Cordelia looked at herself in the mirror and saw her reflection staring back at her with a smile, purposely foregoing all her other usual make-up with the knowledge that she didn’t want Angel to be wearing it!
“He touched my boobs!” she childishly sniggered to herself as she trotted out of her bathroom and made her way down to the kitchen for some breakfast. She had a sudden need for some breakfast, something like…
“Jam and Angel, or oooh… Chocolate and Angel!” Cordelia giggled childishly again as she set about making her breakfast while looking at the page-long note her parents had stuck to the fridge…
Princess,
Your mother and I have gone to your aunt’s as I’m sure you know already. Use the time to yourself wisely and think up a good excuse as to why your mother caught you in a passionate clinch with a man late last night. You are expected to bring him for dinner on Friday when we get back so your mother and I can formerly introduce ourselves to the young man.
Love Dad and Mom
P.S. Cordelia dear, this is your mother, please don’t slouch as I couldn’t bear another member of this family whining about backache. And I took the liberty of hiding the Victoria’s Secret catalogue just in case you get any ideas young lady.
P.P.S. Ignore your mother Princess, I do not have a bad back.
With a strong blush, Cordelia put the note down and refused to continue reading the very long P.S argument that had obviously ensued between her parents. God, sometimes they made her want to barf especially when she knew the reason why her mother wore the occasional roll-neck sweater. She didn’t want to go there and she didn’t need to go there either.
Not only had her mother caught her in the kitchen with Angel last night, but neither herself or the vampire had heard her. “Oh my God!” she whispered with a cringe, it was going to be fun telling Angel her parents wanted to meet him. Offhandedly, she wondered how he was going to react when she divulged that it was her parents who had the vamps and demons talk with her after the Harvest. It wouldn’t surprise her in the least if her father knew who Angel was, but he might!
***
The stroll to school had been serenely peaceful for her, mind bogged down with previous events from the night before making her sigh and gaze dreamily around her. It wasn’t until she’d almost walked into the main entrance doors of Sunnydale High that Cordelia clicked where she was. “He’s so gonna pay for distracting me” she muttered as she swung the doors open and sauntered inside.
No sooner had she reached her first class when Buffy pulled her aside and forced the brunette to look at her. The Slayer’s blue eyes flashed with anger, betrayal, disbelief and hurt. She had an almost painful grip on Cordelia’s upper arms and her gaze was ice cold.
“You vapid, little whore” Buffy snapped loudly at her and shoving her back slightly.
“Excuse me?” Cordelia asked, a little perturbed at the blonde’s sudden ferocious anger towards her. Normally, the anger or their cat-fights didn’t start until they were both in the library after school researching. “Look Buffy, I just got into school what could I have possibly done?”
“Don’t play innocent with me, you are as far from innocent as you could get” the reply got spat out in disgust.
Not having a clue, Cordelia reacted the way she usually would under these circumstances. Wiping her face with her palm, she gave Buffy a patronizing smirk. “Can you not do that please? I’ve already had one shower this morning and I don’t need another one quite yet!”
A small group of people, including Willow and Xander, had gathered to watch with eager hopes they would see a catfight between the two well-known rivals. Willow and Xander both had looks of equal worry and panic, knowing this could get ugly.
The red head felt a surge of guilt run through her as waves of images flashed through her brain. Images of kissing Xander, images of lying to Oz and Cordelia, images of seeing the brunette laying still with a rebar sticking through her stomach. Willow’s face showed the embedded regret she felt and she turned her eyes away from the scene as though to make it go away.
Ignoring both the crowd and her comment, Buffy shook her head “Uh-uh” she denied “You’re not going to get out of this with a bitchy comment or two Cordelia. And to think I actually felt sorry for you when Xander went behind your back, now I know he did it because he didn’t want to be with a slut like you”
“Oh and I suppose sweet, innocent boyfriend-stealing Willow couldn’t be classed as a slut?” Cordelia raised her eyebrow elegantly as she made her point to the arguing Slayer. “To be honest Buffy, call me whatever you want because you’re getting nothing out of me. As far as I’m concerned, you don’t deserve any kind of reaction from me”
“No, but you’re going to get one from me. You took him from me, I made a mistake and you took the man I love away just because you could” Buffy told her icily. “You knew the only way you could get Angel to look at you was to offer yourself as the rebound. That’s all you are to him Cordelia, you’re nothing more than the rebound”
The brunette yawned, covering it up with her hand and snapped her eyes open, “Oh I’m sorry, can you repeat that please? I must’ve fell asleep there. Did you get to the part where you broke up with him first?”
“The only thing you are to Angel is an easy slut, though why he would ever sleep with a trumped up tramp like you is beyond me…”
“Whoa Nelly!” Cordelia suddenly snapped to attention when she came to the realization of just what the blonde was implying about her. She had to force her hazel gaze to keep the even, calm shine, her lips stayed in the simple half smile and her posture always relaxed. “What exactly am I supposed to have done with my boyfriend that I don’t have a right to do?”
“You slept with Angel” Buffy snapped right back, “And that coy act doesn’t work with me Cordelia, it doesn’t take a genius to figure out what Angel wants with you. Since you’re useless at pretty much everything you do, it only seems right that you have one talent. You maybe beautiful on the outside, but inside you’re ugly and you know it, that’s why you are the way you are. You go around here, putting people down just cus it makes you feel good about yourself, makes you feel like you’re better than everyone else. Well you can’t do that to me and I won’t let you take Angel from me”
The Slayer pushed the other girl back a little, not expecting the brunette to retaliate in anyway at all. Cordelia’s face was drawn into a tight frown as she turned her push into a shove, making Buffy stumble back a little bit. “You finished?” she asked simply. “I’m not scared of you, you may have your side gig working for you but I have a side gig working for me too. I have dignity, pride and self-respect working for me”
Cordelia smoothed down her clothes, straightened her shoulders and raised an eyebrow regally. “If you think I’m going to respond to your jealous rage Buffy, then you’ve got another thing coming. You know, I woke up this morning feeling great like really on top of the world. You said I put people down to make myself feel good, well look what you just did so in way you’re no better than me are you? What I’m thinking right now is that you can’t love Angel as much as you say you do. Because if you did, then you’d want him to be happy and he is. Happy with me”
“Just like I’m not going to bitch with you, I’m not going to waste breath that’s better spent on kissing arguing over who Angel should be with”
“Willow and Xander taught me something, they taught me that if a guy doesn’t see or doesn’t know what’s right in front of him, the he isn’t worth it. If Angel chooses to be with you Buffy, then I wish him well. However, I’m not gonna lower myself to fight for him because if you have to fight for someone that way, then they aren’t worth the time of day”
Cordelia smiled to herself as she felt a sense of closure with those spoken words, they were honest and what she truly believed. “Oh and by the way, using your side gig on me is sad, pathetic even. I’d say it’s worse than picking on someone half your age, so don’t bother, you’ll only humiliate yourself. Now that I’ve said my piece, I’m going to live my life; I suggest you do the same. It seems I have someplace I need to be”