Counter Moves

Title: Counter Moves   CMficpic
Author: OhmyGodIt’sThoseTwo!
Scorch ~&~ Califi
Rating: It’s us so take a wild guess!(N-17)
Category: Humour/smut
Content: C/A
Summary: Don’t blame it on the sunshine, don’t blame it on the moonlight, don’t blame it on the good times. Blame it on the…!
Spoilers: Based on a scene from The Shroud of Ramon in season 2.
Disclaimer: The characters in the Angelverse were created by Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit is made.
Distribution: AO, Cal, Lil, Lio n Sara’s place
Notes: Thank bloody God for that!
Feedback: yes, would be luverrrly

Cordy stalked into the lobby spitting nails, glaring at the big red stain down the front of her silky and expensive white blouse.

“Really, the stain – it’s hardly noticeable!” Wesley assured her uncomfortably as he trotted behind trying to catch up with her angry strides.

Angel looked up from the filing cabinet and exited the office, alerted by their arrival, and curious as to why Wes sounded like a strangled cat.

“What happened?” He asked, coming to a dead stop, his eyes widening in amazement.

“It’s not blood it’s cocktail sauce, courtesy of Mr. Star-schmoozer here.” Cordy explained, throwing a killing glare towards the openly cringing English man.

“I mean to your head. Your… Your hair” he took in the lack of lustrous locks and the now perky way the ends caressed her chin, deciding he liked it.

She gave him a wary look, suspicion in every line of her lovely face “It looks great” Angel assured her, actually chuckling, which had her mouth dropping open in surprise. “When did this happen?”

“Ten days ago! Pay attention.” Wes shot in, anything to distract the brunette from shooting him any more glares; it failed miserably as her eyes narrowed before giving a short laugh of exasperation before rounding the counter.

“Why doesn’t anybody tell me any of this stuff…?” Angel replied, ashamed by his lack of attention towards his best friend.

“We had a little mishap. With the little shrimp – and the sauce – and her dress.” Wes explained the stain, pointing towards his own chest.

“You were at a party.” A light switch went off above the vampire’s head, turning towards the counter when Cordy, who’d disappearing below it popped her head up.

“You know, party, soiree, night of a thousand humiliations…” Her eyes rolled, shooting another glare at the Ex Watcher before disappearing again.

“I spilled it on her in front of Mr. Fat Chow – Chow…” Wes blushed as he recalled his clumsiness.

Cordy’s head reappeared briefly “Chow Yun Fat!” She snarled, and then ducked back under it.

“What, you met Chow Yun Fat?!” Angel actually looked impressed enough to drag his gaze away from the counter hiding his Seer.

“How did it go tonight?” Wes changed the subject; the sooner Cordy forgot about his mishap, the better as far as he was concerned. He turned away and walked towards the office.

“Fine. A group of… “ Angel looked towards the counter again, “Cordelia?”

“Listening.” Her voice drifted up, and unable to help himself, he moved nearer to the counter and leaned over to glance down- eyes widening in shock at what he saw.

Golden flesh- plump, golden, tempting flesh that threatened to escape the fragile scrap of lilac lace that was the only thing that covered the brunette’s torso. Saliva pooled in his mouth as his darkening eyes devoured her full, surprisingly firm-looking breasts.

How can breasts that full look so firm? I wonder if they feel…? Angel swallowed the growl that threatened to spill out, just managing to shoot back seconds before her head lifted.

“I said I was listening- hello? Earth to Angel,” Cordy straightened, smoothing down the black top she’d just changed into. “Are you okay, big guy?” she asked frowning slightly at his rather dazed expression.

Angel visibly shook himself and a self-depreciating smile touched his firm lips as he met her eyes before his own skittered away. The marble floor his eyes were now pinned on blurred as his inward vision replayed the good look he’d got of his Seer’s plentiful charms.

“Um. Yeah; just a little tired,” he muttered, lifting his eyes once again to her concerned face in time to see her expressive hazel eyes roll.

“Sure, after, what, fifteen hours straight? You must be exhausted!” she snarked. It was all her boss seemed to do lately, sleep and grump. “So you were saying?” ignoring his swift scowl, prompting him to continue.

Angel relayed the information he’d collected almost absently as his eyes repeatedly drifted towards the tempting flesh hugged lovingly by the plain black top. Luckily, Cordy didn’t notice. He had to find a way to have another look- long enough to absorb and mentally masticate –MASTICATE! over his newfound discovery; his friend and Seer was a woman.

A hot, gorgeous, generously endowed woman.

God, what planet have I been on? he wondered helplessly, gulping when a bolt of hot lust shot to his groin when she reached up to retrieve her bag from the top of a filing cabinet. The move pulling her top taut until her breasts strained against the fabric.

It was time to formulate a plan… or ten!

Cordy rubbed the back of her neck for what seemed to be the thousandth time that day. If she didn’t know better, she could have sworn she was being watched, but every time she looked around there was no one but herself in the lobby.

The way Angel had been acting last night, Cordy was actually glad the vampire was still in bed. He’d hovered around her most of the night for no apparent reason- and then, to top it all, he’d accidentally tripped her up.

“Stupid big footed…” she flushed hotly, recalling how he’d been sprawled in his chair, and still unsure as to how she’d missed a heavily muscled leg across her path as she passed him.

Thank God for his quick reflexes! If Angel hadn’t have caught her scary descent to the hard marble floor, she was sure something would have snapped- mainly her wrist as her hand shot out to catch herself. Unfortunately, the big dork was suffering from the clumsy-bug too; she could still feel the pressure of the large cool hand that had wrapped around her right breast as he caught her.

Her face flamed even more. Because of the position they were both in, he hadn’t been able to release her right away- and, horror of mortifying horrors, her traitorous flesh had reacted; her rapidly hardening nipple stabbing into his palm even as he straightened, bringing her up with him- still holding firmly onto her breast.

It was only now as she thought about it that she realised even then, when they’d caught their balance that his hand remained- until she’d yelped his name in an embarrassingly high voice. It hadn’t helped when his hand had tightened in shock when he’d seemed to become aware of what he was holding, just before he’d released her throbbing flesh…

Cordy’s hand lifted absently as she remembered his cool touch, her own palm cupping her breast for a split second before she realised what she was doing. With a gasp of embarrassment, her hand dropped back onto the desk as she glanced around the empty lobby guiltily.

It was really weird; even though she could see she was alone, the tingling on the back of her neck intensified. Giving her shoulders a shake, Cordy reached for the large glass of water next to the phone and took a big gulp- nearly choking seconds later when a voice sounded out of nowhere.

“Hey Cor.” Spluttering helplessly, all she could do was glare angrily at the vampire who patted her back as she coughed up the water that had gone the wrong way.

Angel felt a twinge of guilt at the sight of her reddened face and watering eyes as she attempted to catch her breath. The brisk patting changed into smoothing circles almost without him realising it, even as his rapt eyes took in the soft jiggle of those luscious breast. Mmm…Cordy’s breasts.

“God, Angel! I wish you’d wear that bell I keep suggesting,” Cordy finally managed, rubbing her wet eyes and looking for her purse to grab a tissue.

The Vampire offered a sheepish grin, which, for some reason, flustered her, and she routed through her purse with intense concentration to hide the fact.

Angel perched on the edge of her desk, relieved that his pulsing erection had calmed; watching her for half an hour had done nothing for his growing obsession for the girl- hearing the soft, silky slide of flesh against satiny flesh as she’d re-crossed her legs several times whilst browsing the Internet.

But when her face had first become dreamy, then flushed- and the almost unconscious way she’d cupped her own breast; he’d nearly come on the spot! Where the hell had this these lascivious thoughts come from? The vampire hadn’t a clue, but was going along happily for the ride. After taking several deep cleansing breaths, he finally made his way over just as she picked up her drink.

As Cordy delved through her purse, his eyes moved and came to rest on the half full glass she’d hastily shoved back down on her desk, directly next to his hand. Before he’d fully thought through the sense of it, he followed his crazy impulse and knocked it just as she reached over to place her purse out of the way.

“Ack!” Cordy scrambled to rise from her chair as the cold water shot out of the tipped glass and soaked through the front of her cream blouse. Almost tripping in her haste, she took a step back and just glared speechless for a moment at the guilty looking vampire who uttered a weak “oops,” even as his intent eyes locked on her upper chest.

“Eep!” her hands instantly rose to cover the almost transparent material that was giving the startled vampire a good idea of what lay beneath- trust her to wear a sheer bra under the soft material!

“What the hell is wrong with you today? Clumsy much!” she practically growled as she spun on her heel and darted in the direction of the ground floor bathroom; missing the satisfied leer in the dark haired hunk that had remained in place perched on her desk.

Luckily for him, she hadn’t noticed the hard-bulged response to that fleeting flash of gold-framed pink-tipped flesh.

Groaning loudly, Angel turned onto his side as he desperately tried to get rid of haunting feel of that plump, luscious breast out of his head. His hand had been right there, palming the weight of her warm flesh and his thumb had grazed the hardening nipple.

He’d seen how her chest looked when decorated in lilac and now he had a damn good idea of how she felt. Soft, she was so soft, and warm and full and his hand still itched to feel her again. Then he’d seen the tight outline of her dusky nipples when her light top had been drenched with water… Dear God, the levels he’d stooped to- and was willing to keep stooping too!

Angel blew out a heavy puff of air as he rolled onto his back, now trying desperately to ignore the ache between his thighs as his body reacted to the both the visual and the touch. There was no question that he needed more, wanted to see more and…

God! What was he turning into? Cordelia was his best friend; this was Cordy. Sweet, gorgeous and voluptuous Cordy and he had no right to think of her like that. She wasn’t some sex object that he could ogle over; she wasn’t something to be treated in that crass way.

She deserved to be treated with the utmost respect, with kindness and gentility. And her breasts should be encased in silk.

Deep blood red silk that shaped to each curve, moulding around the soft contours of her chest and creating a generous cleavage. That skin tanned a beautifully golden colour would look incredible in deep blood red silk.

At the mental image of that, Angel pursed his lips out and blew out a puff of air, appreciating it enough for every male on the planet. “Oh yeah, those breasts in red” his fangs itched to bite into them and his tongue wanted to tease those little pebbles.

He had to see more!

Angel wondered if she was still up; he definitely was!

Peering through the window of Cordelia’s apartment, Angel held onto the tree branch as he tried to see if she was in the living room. His dark gaze roamed the suite as his tongue flicked out in deep concentration.

“Where is she?” he whispered as he adjusted his grip. Just then, Cordelia appeared in his line of view and Angel sighed happily.

He watched as she stretched her arms wide, that magnificent cleavage showing with the move. The dip in her robe opened up a little, allowing him to see she wore no bra. “Just a little more…!”

This was what dreams were made of!

All that tanned skin, those soft breasts just begging to be held, caressed, kissed and a few other deliciously naughty things he could think of that had nothing to do with his hands and mouth. Angel licked his lips as a slow, wicked and highly sexual smirk curled his mouth up at the thought of his cock cushioned between those breasts.

“I have to go see her,” Angel decided thickly, never taking his eyes off Cordelia and her breasts. Unfortunately, the vampire misplaced his foot on the lower branch and subsequently fell from the tree.

“Arrgghh!” Angel hit the ground a few feet below, landing in a heap on his stomach. “That actually hurt” now he had good reason to visit Cordelia. He was hurt and in need of patching up…


At the sound of a yell outside her living room window, Cordelia dashed to have a peek to see what or who it was. Her eyes darted all around but sadly the tree prevented her from seeing much.

“Eeek!” Cordy jumped a mile when a knock came on her door. Pushing off her couch, she tightened the robe on her belt and made to answer the knock.

Angel stood on her doorstep looking highly dishevelled, his jacket hung offline and his clothes were dusty. The side of his head was a little bruised and she could see a lump on his forehead. “Hi” the vampire greeted with a nice, innocent smile.

“Angel what happened to you?” she ushered him inside, closing the door after him. Reaching up, the brunette helped him take off the jacket, the move opening her robe a little.

Immediately, darkened orbs were drawn to the revealed tanned skin and he almost groaned out loud. Whoever said more than a handful was a waste definitely hadn’t seen hers.

“Who me?” Angel asked dumbly as all the blood rushed to the wrong head. “Oh I err” God, her breasts were distracting “Fell out of your tree”

Cordelia’s eyes glanced to the tree outside and instantly made the connection as who the yell belonged too. “What were you doing in my tree?” he couldn’t have been spying or stalking her right?

“Saving a kitten!” Angel lied, God what was he turning into? Couldn’t she see what her breasts were doing to him? If she only looked down far enough, she’d know. Wasn’t that hard to miss.

A stupid idea popped into the vampire’s head, maybe they could play a game: a game of ‘I’ll show you mine if you show me yours’ type of game. He’d had no complaints about the size of his endowment. Maybe if he suggested that she could feel, kiss, lick and suck, then he could too!

The female in Cordelia turned to complete jelly when Angel said he’d saved a kitten. Her heart just melted on the spot; there was something about a man saving little baby animals that was just melting! But didn’t he say that he’d fell out of the tree? “Is the kitten okay? You didn’t smoosh the poor itty bitty kitty did you?”

The more hand movements she did, the more that soft, furry robe opened and the more breasts were exposed. No signs of a bra line made falling out of her tree so worth it!

The soft material of her robe curled itself around full, pert and perfectly rounded breasts, the V of the robe dipped down into the valley of her cleavage. Flawless skin that was the same shade as spun gold sparkled in the easy light of the apartment. She looked wet…

Realisation dawned on Angel that Cordy had probably used some creamy lotion on her skin and that meant her breasts would be slick to touch. There was a lot to be said for lubrication!

Angel was having a hard time keeping his head together and in his pants!

“Oh no!” the vampire answered her with a slightly frantic shaking of his head. “The kitten… Jumped down before I got to it” he was already going to hell for the lifetime’s worth of slaughter so what did one extra lie matter?

But if the thought of him saving a kitten put that dreamy, gooey expression on Cordy’s face then he’d save kittens all day long!

Cordy beamed at him, “It’s always the same. Kitty’s always look helpless don’t they?” Angel deserved a hug for attempting to be the world’s perfect champ! “Come here!”

Angel found himself engulfed in a hug that pressed those breasts right into his chest. His eyes fluttered and rolled back in his head as he returned the hug. Pulling his seer closer, the vampire was so pleased his mouth was cut off from his brain or the groans of heady pleasure would be questioned.

Oh God! They felt so good and soft on his chest; how come he hadn’t noticed that before? All he wanted to do now was take that robe off and get the full view.

“You want some blood?” Cordy asked as she tugged away from his tightening hold on her. Refastening her robe, the brunette turned away to hide the flushing on her face. That had felt a little too good. Down, girl.

“No thanks” Angel squeaked as he quickly crossed his legs and begged his erection to go the hell away. Why was his demon so strong willed? Didn’t he understand the meaning of mercy?

Something occurred to her.

Turning back to face the vampire, Cordy looked at him oddly. “Angel what were you doing here?”

“Saving the kitten” he responded dumbly again.

“No, I mean what were you doing when you found the kitten? Why were you in my neighbourhood?”


Shifting on his feet, Angel gave her the most kicked puppy expression he had ever given anyone in his existence. “I just wanted to see you. To apologise. For spilling the water”

Her face went a nice shade of pink. Letting out an uncomfortable giggle, Cordy rubbed the front of her neck and coughed. “Oh okay”

“So I’ll go” Angel nodded, not in the least bit satisfied. “And see you tomorrow”

“Sure, and stay out of trees”

“Thank you!” Angel peered up at the sky and thanked the Powers for that small and completely unsatisfying moment. He was achingly hard, desperate for relief and wanted to go back into that apartment and demand to see her breasts!

They bounced in a very nice way when she had helped with his jacket making Angel wonder how much they had bounced when she cheered in high school. If only he had been with her then, he could have seen, felt, licked, sucked, played with and stroked her breasts all the time. And he would have had the right to watch her bounce around in that tiny, tight sweater at football games.

“Damn you, Buffy!” Angel growled at his ex.


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