{"id":1666,"date":"2015-06-25T06:56:17","date_gmt":"2015-06-25T05:56:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/?p=1666"},"modified":"2015-06-25T06:56:33","modified_gmt":"2015-06-25T05:56:33","slug":"equality-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/index.php\/2015\/06\/25\/equality-1\/","title":{"rendered":"Equality. 1"},"content":{"rendered":"

Title: Equality<\/strong>
\nAuthor:<\/b> CydneStorm<\/strong>
\nEmail<\/b><\/a>
\nRating:<\/b> R\/NC 17
\nCategory:<\/b> Smut and Fun
\nContent:<\/b> C\/A – A\/C\/W friendship
\nSummary:<\/b> Cordelia assumes the visions are an automatic advancement to partner status. Angel decides to teach her a lesson.
\nDisclaimer:<\/b> Not. Mine.
\nDistribution:<\/b> Just ask
\nNotes:<\/b> S1 – an AU that exist only inside my imagination. It\u2019s been so long since I\u2019ve posted anything I almost forgot how to work the buttons. Not sure why, but staying home this past week with the flu seemed to light a small fire under my C\/A muse. So continue at your own risk. This rambling could just be the fever talking.
\nFeedback:<\/b> always appreciated.<\/p>\n

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Part 1<\/b><\/p>\n

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\u201cDo you have a penis?\u201d<\/a><\/p>\n

\u201cWell, I\u2026 Uh, I\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Good grief<\/i>, Cordelia inwardly grouched. The recipient of Doyle\u2019s \u2018special\u2019 gift, her social life was grinding to a screeching halt, while Wesley, who evidently had difficulty with basic anatomy, was dating a starlet. It was, in a word, so not fair.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s a yes or no question.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course I have a penis.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFinally,\u201d Cordelia huffed. \u201cYou know that thing it does when you\u2019re with Lorna?\u201d Her eyes narrowed knowingly; perhaps, Wesley deduced, a tad accusingly.<\/p>\n

\u201c\u2026Yes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTry doing that with your backbone.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cExcuse me,\u201d Wesley retorted, his wounded ego demanding restitution.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey! It\u2019s just a suggestion.\u201d Cordelia threw her hands up, under appreciated acting skills delivering an academy award performance of shock and innocence. \u201cNo need to get all snippy.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBe that as it may,\u201d Wesley rose up, tossing his book onto the shelf. \u201cIn any future pursuit of a collaborator, I suggest you refrain from insulting my manhood.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t-\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cToo late, Cordelia. The damage is done.\u201d<\/p>\n

With that, Wesley grabbed his seersucker jacket, which in Cordelia\u2019s opinion matched his pants just a little to well, and stormed out of the office, slamming the door behind him.<\/p>\n

\u201cSome people just can\u2019t handle constructive criticism.\u201d<\/p>\n

Angel, having arrived upstairs just in time to catch the P word, spun in place and high tailed it to the far corner of his office. Barely ten o\u2019clock, an ungodly hour for any self-respecting vampire to be up and about, he was definitely not in the mood for some bizarre game of show and tell. Well, at least not until he\u2019d had his morning coffee.<\/p>\n

Hearing a faint noise, Cordelia cocked her head just so and listened for the sneaky quiet of her favorite vampire.<\/p>\n

\u201cAngel? Is that you?\u201d<\/p>\n

Another door slamming followed the scurry of not so quiet feet.<\/p>\n

Fine. Be that way. You can run but you can\u2019t hide.<\/i><\/p>\n

Cordelia slipped her magazine from the desk drawer, content to enjoy a little quality time with her faithful companion, Cosmo.<\/p>\n

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Angel tossed a black and white photo onto the desk in front of Wesley. \u201cI need you to track down this guy, a smalltime bookie, goes by the name Mickey D.\u201d<\/a><\/p>\n

\u201cConsider it done.\u201d<\/p>\n

Suck up<\/i>, Cordelia silently hissed.<\/p>\n

Assuming correctly that Wesley was already on his way out, Angel turned to his lesser eager beaver, presenting a scrawled note of numbers and letters.<\/p>\n

Another silent suck up<\/i> seethed at Wesley\u2019s retreating back and Cordelia directed her attention to the ink-smudged paper shoved under her nose.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s this?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLicense plate, I need to know who it belongs to.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cJust like that? No please. No thank you. No nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cKate asked for our help.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd\u2026nothing. Run down the car\u2019s owner and I\u2019ll take it from there.\u201d<\/p>\n

Angel walked away, intent on escaping to the solitude of his office and leaving Cordelia to deal with her latest ‘female’ crisis privately, until\u2026<\/p>\n

\u201cNot so fast buster.\u201d<\/p>\n

So close yet so far away. His muscles tensed, flexing a hard ripple across his back. \u201cWhat?\u201d Angel turned, glowering a scowl he usually reserved for particularly nasty demons.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe need to discuss the partnership.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLast time I checked, you work for me. End of discussion.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCorrection. I used to work for you, but now that I have the visions we\u2019re partners.\u201d<\/p>\n

At least now Angel understood the weird conversation he\u2019d overheard yesterday, and with comprehension came relief. Cordelia orchestrating a one-woman revolution he could handle, Cordelia as Wesley\u2019s sex coach was something he never wanted to think about again.<\/p>\n

But on second thought\u2026<\/p>\n

A passing curiosity, something he\u2019d typically dismiss as an ill-fated whim; but with a gentle shove, the fleeting notion cultivated into a lecherous scheme, prompting a evil sparkle to light up dark eyes.<\/p>\n

The little wench thought them equals, and planned on exploiting her new role as seer to force her point. With just the right amount of finesse on his part, Cordelia\u2019s little coup d’\u00e9tat promised Angel more fun than he\u2019d experienced in a very long time.<\/p>\n

\u201cLook sweetheart, just go back to your desk and do what you\u2019re told.\u201d He patted her arm, like one might do when cajoling an obstinate child, a silent but hardy chuckle rumbling inside his chest.<\/p>\n

\u201cExcuse me?\u201d<\/p>\n

A sinister arch of a brow, lips sculpting a guileful smirk, his fingertips brushed under her chin just close enough for Cordelia to feel the cool flutter against her skin.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe don\u2019t want that little head worrying over things it can\u2019t handle, do we?\u201d<\/p>\n

His work done for the moment, Angel dismissed her with a quick nod before snatching his coat from the hook. A blur of black and leather swooshed around his body, the long coattail whipping violently in the wind.<\/p>\n

The soft jingle of the visitor bell lingered, apprising Cordelia of her situation. Angel was gone. She was alone, and so very, very confused.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat the hell just happened here?\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u201cNo coffee?\u201d<\/a><\/p>\n

Cordelia averted her gaze just long enough to sneak a glance of Angel futilely shaking the empty pot over his mug before resuming her pretence of paperwork.<\/p>\n

\u201cWow. Those stealthy investigative skills never cease to amaze me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFunny, Cordelia. Making coffee is your job.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy is that, Angel? Because I\u2019m the little woman-because my wee little brain can\u2019t be trusted with important stuff like-like\u2026meeting with clients?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell\u2026yea.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBastard! You take that back.\u201d<\/p>\n

This was just too easy. Cordelia was an instrument begging to be played, and he was just the man\u2026pire to pluck her strings.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m only agreeing with you, sweetheart.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd stop that. I\u2019m not your sweetheart and I\u2019m not your secretary. I\u2019m your partner. Got it?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, partner, did you find the owner of that license plate, or was the task too much for your wee little woman brain?\u201d Angel asked, already rummaging through the items on her desk.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re impossible,\u201d Cordelia spat, shoving his hands away. \u201cIt\u2019s on your desk-your<\/i> desk-this is my<\/i> desk, so keep your grabby hands off my<\/i> things.<\/p>\n

Cordelia\u2019s chair spun, the unexpected whirl eliciting a surprised yelp. Angel\u2019s legs straddling her knees, his hands gripped either side of the chair effectively caging her in. The playful taunting was gone, and in its place, a menacing scowl bore down on her.<\/p>\n

That Angel was large and muscular and intimidating had never been as evident as now. His frame enveloped her, his face so close she could feel cool bursts of exasperation rasping against her cheeks. He leaned closer, which Cordelia didn\u2019t think possible without him actually scooting under her.<\/p>\n

Gratification comes in many forms. For Angel, on this particular occasion, it came in the form of a subdued Cordelia Chase. Her bottom lip quivered, her teeth instinctively biting down on the pouty flesh to keep it still, her sharp tongue retrained and silent. A rare treat, considering he\u2019d never seen her lost for words. His held tilting down to the crook of her neck, Angel breathed in the luscious scent of fear radiating off sweat-slick skin.<\/p>\n

Cordelia thought she could play him, the meanest vampire in all the land, the scourge of Europe. Cordelia was a foolish, little girl in need a good comeuppance. And being master of the game, Angel was more than happy to provide her one.<\/p>\n

\u201cEverything in this office, Cordelia\u2026Everything<\/i>\u2026is mine.\u201d<\/p>\n

Angel was off her and gone in flash. The haunting insinuation chilling her to the bone, and lighting a fire in her belly. For the first time in her life, Cordelia Chase was speechless.<\/p>\n

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So, Angel thought he could play her. The way Cordelia saw it, the vampire was way out of his league. Angel growls, maybe nibbles now and then. Piss off Cordelia Chase and she bites.<\/a><\/p>\n

\u201cAngel.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAngel!\u201d Cordelia bellowed louder as she barged into his apartment.<\/p>\n

\u201cCordelia,\u201d Angel called out as he raced from the bathroom, certain something must be wrong.<\/p>\n

\u201cOops, must\u2019ve caught you in the shower. Don\u2019t be shy, nothing I haven\u2019t seen before.\u201d Cordelia waved it off as though it was nothing. Good grief, I think I\u2019m gonna pass out.<\/i> \u201cGotta tell you though, I\u2019ve never seen one small enough to fit behind a wash cloth\u2026well, until now that is.\u201d<\/p>\n

Did she just call me\u2026small?<\/i><\/p>\n

\u201cIs there a reason you\u2019re here?\u201d Angel wanted to cross his arms, erect his trademark stance. But as circumstances would have it, he needed at least one hand to stay where it was. One hand, hell, I need two hands to cover my cock; and Cordelia has stared long enough to know I need both hands.<\/i><\/p>\n

\u201cOh\u2026that. Don\u2019t look-Don\u2019t look-Don\u2019t look.<\/i> I need your advice.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAdvice?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYea, I\u2019ve got a hot date tonight and I want you to help me pick out the perfect dress.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou want fashion tips from me. Why?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, I\u2019ve been thinking about what you said. You know, me not being ready to take on the responsibilities of a partnership.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd, I think you\u2019re right. I don\u2019t have enough life experience, but being really old, you can teach me what a man wants in a woman.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou want me to teach you about men. So I\u2019m small, and old.<\/i><\/p>\n

\u201cYou know, Angel, you\u2019re a little slow with the uptake. You should probably work on that.\u201d<\/p>\n

Cordelia wants to play. I\u2019ll play. But first she\u2019s gonna take back that small comment.<\/i><\/p>\n

Angel dropped the washcloth, taking his time to settle into the chair.<\/p>\n

Oh my God, I see Angel\u2019s package. That thing would make a nun drool.<\/i><\/p>\n

Once settled in, Angel laid his right ankle over his left knee, scooting down to a comfortable position.<\/p>\n

\u201cShow me the dresses.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cUh, you don\u2019t want to put something on first?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDoes my nakedness bother you? I mean, being so small and all, I wouldn\u2019t think it noticeable.<\/p>\n

Bastard. He\u2019s doing that on purpose.<\/i> \u201cWhatever. If being an exhibitionist floats your boat, have at it.\u201d Damn, I thought basements were supposed to repel heat.<\/i><\/p>\n

Gathering her composure, Cordelia shrugged off her coat giving Angel a wide-eyed view of her dress. \u201cI thought I\u2019d just wear the first one to save time. Whacha think?\u201d<\/p>\n

Hardly a scrap of fabric, if not for the few carefully placed rhinestones cinching the bodice tight, her breasts would fall out.<\/p>\n

\u201cI want to make him hot for my body while respecting my intellect.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sweetheart, that dress says fuck me til I scream. Not even a priest is going to notice your intellect.<\/i><\/p>\n

His groin growing more uncomfortable by the second, Angel shifted, allowing his hands to causally drop from the chair arms into his lap.<\/p>\n

\u201cShow me the shoes.\u201d<\/p>\n

To the untrained eye, Angel\u2019s stoic expression would be disheartening, but Cordelia had learned a thing or two about her indomitable vampire. It\u2019s what you don\u2019t see that\u2019s important. Well, that, and the swollen protrusion peaking out between his legs.<\/p>\n

\u201cBlack patent leather with four inch heels. Look how shiny.\u201d Cordelia teased, giving Angel an naughty wink as she waved her sexiest pair of stilettos in his face.<\/p>\n

Fuck me shoes for a fuck me dress. God kill me now.<\/i> \u201cCordelia, a man likes a little mystery and that dress doesn\u2019t leave much to the imagination, and those shoes, they\u2019re-\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cReally? What are you imagining?\u201d<\/p>\n

Fuck. <\/i><\/p>\n

Angel shifted again, the uncomfortable movement causing a low groan to escape his lips.<\/p>\n

\u201cLook who I\u2019m asking. You\u2019re hardly more than a eunuch.\u201d HA! Who\u2019s on top now. Oh jeez, big mistake. Don\u2019t get a picture-Don\u2019t get a picture-Jeez! Picture.<\/i><\/p>\n

The dig a direct hit, muscles tensed, the ripple effect surging to his aching groin.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou know what, I should ask Dennis to help me with this. He did date lots of women back in the day.\u201d Cordelia wrestled with her coat while stuffing the shoes back into the bag, the nasty little images running amuck inside her head spurring her to move faster.<\/p>\n

Just as she reached the stairs, Cordelia half-turned back into the apartment. \u201cOh, I almost forgot. I\u2019ll be late tomorrow, well if I get lucky that is.\u201d<\/p>\n

One last devilish wink and Cordelia dashed up the stairs, her slinky black dress and sexy heels in toe.<\/p>\n

Fuck.<\/i><\/p>\n

The lingering aroma of Cordelia\u2019s arousal threatening to smother him, Angel snatched his phone from the table, his cock twitching in retaliation, reminding him of it\u2019s imperative need for attention. A few jab of the buttons and he fisted the impatient member, counting off each slow ring with hot, labored breaths.<\/p>\n

\u201cHel-\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWesley, find out who Cordelia is dating and where they\u2019re going.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut Angel-\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cJust do it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut Angel, I already know where Cordelia will be tonight\u2026joining me at the local pub for a game of darts.\u201d<\/p>\n

Bitch.<\/i><\/p>\n

A grizzly growl rumbled from his chest as Angel fervidly fisted his pulsing shaft.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere must be static on the line. Angel, would you like to join-\u201d<\/p>\n

Click.<\/p>\n

Continued in Day 5, tentatively titled \u2018White Flag\u2019<\/i><\/a><\/p>\n

TBC…<\/b><\/a><\/p>\n

Cydnestorm<\/a><\/b><\/p>\n

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