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Title: The Toy \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\"TT<\/a><\/b>
\nAuthor: <\/b>DamnSkippy
\nPosted: <\/b>12\/03
\n<\/a>Email<\/b><\/a>
\nRating: <\/b>NC-17
\nCategory: <\/b>Humor, Minor Smuttage and Christmas
\nContent: <\/b>C\/A
\nSummary: <\/b>It\u2019s Christmas at the Hyperion and Cordy gives Angel an unexpected gift.
\nSpoilers: <\/b>Sometime mid-season 3, before the kid, but Cordy knows about Angel sleeping with Darla
\nDisclaimer: <\/b>The characters in the Angelverse were created by Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit is made.
\nDistribution: <\/b>
\nNotes: <\/b>This is a Secret Santa fic written for Nobody’s Angel<\/strong> at AO<\/em>. Being filled with the Christmas spirit, I thought some Strangers might enjoy this bit of holiday fluff also. Lily didn’t give me any parameters for this fic, so I’m afraid y’all get the only thing my itty, bitty dirty mind could come up with. I hope it doesn’t disappoint too much. Merry Smutty Christmas!
\nThanks\/Dedication: <\/b>
\nFeedback: <\/b><\/p>\n

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The halls of the Hyperion were cold, dark and deserted. Just perfect for Marley\u2019s ghost to haunt or something very nearly a ghost. Like a vampire.<\/p>\n

He loved them this way. Especially today. Christmas. The one day of the year he wanted to be alone more than any other. At least he used to.<\/p>\n

His abhorrence for the day was not due to any religious objections. He might even get into the spirit a little if it weren’t for everyone trying to force him to be happy all damn day. Please. He\u2019d spent over 150 years being extremely happy torturing, maiming, raping and instilling fear on an entire continent. Why would anyone insist he be happy ever again? Because people are selfish. They can\u2019t stand to have anyone upsetting their perfect day.<\/p>\n

As Angel sat in his plush, overstuffed chair and stared into the evening sky, he was pretty much convinced that he was right not to go to the party. It was much better for him that he didn\u2019t have to put up with the constant badgering to \u201clighten up\u201d and better for them that he didn\u2019t bring down the festivities.<\/p>\n

This was better. This was what he wanted. Then why did he feel so…lonely? No, not lonely. Just lacking something. Damn it, it was just another day. It held absolutely no significance for him. But, he\u2019d never felt this way on Christmas before and it was bugging the shit out of him.<\/p>\n

Damn Cordelia! It was all her fault. Chirping around the place putting up decorations and singing carols with a voice that could curdle milk. Pestering him with cinnamon sticks in that awful Hot Blood Toddy and constantly trying to stick that ghastly red Santa hat with the bell on his head.<\/p>\n

\u201cDidn\u2019t I tell you one day I\u2019d get you a bell? Well, hello, bell day! Now suck it up and wear it like a man. Or vampire. Or…whatever. Just do it and don\u2019t argue with me, or I\u2019ll make you come to my party.\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n

Like that was going to happen. That\u2019s *not* why he wore that hat. He did it because he was just tired of hearing her bitch about it. And, because when he did she smiled really big and laughed. That was nice. But that was the only reason!<\/p>\n

Why is that woman always having parties anyway?<\/i> It\u2019s not like she has that many friends any more. He\u2019d taken care of that with the blindingly painful visions, making sure she worked fourteen hours a day and was on call twenty four. And, who was going to be at the stupid party? Fred, Wesley, Gunn and Lorne. Didn\u2019t we see too much of each other already? Why couldn\u2019t she just take the day off and rest like him?<\/p>\n

And what was up with all that frickin\u2019 mistletoe? Someone who didn\u2019t know better would think she actually wanted to kiss him. But, he knew better. It was all about trying to force him to be happy even if he didn\u2019t want to because they were all so damn selfish! Maybe happy for him is being morbid. Did they ever think of that?<\/p>\n

There were green and red dried up sprigs hung over the spot by the big palm where he sometimes stood to stare at her. Not that he did that a lot. He wasn\u2019t a pervert. He just enjoyed watching her work and joke around with the others sometimes. It was like watching a good sitcom, and cable was ridiculously expensive.<\/p>\n

She even put some up in the corner on the landing, another favorite spot of his for discreetly observing her…uh…them. Not to mention the twig hung in the shadowed corner in the garden. That perpetually dark spot that allowed an unobstructed view of anyone who might just happen to enjoy a few hours of sunbathing in a red bikini. Thank God that isn\u2019t Wesley<\/i>.<\/p>\n

No, there wasn’t a single place he could stand without her rushing up and planting one on him. Okay, there were plenty of places, but all of the good places were plastered with mistletoe, and he wasn\u2019t going to let a little kissing…well, a lot of kissing…make him change his habits.<\/p>\n

And, he\u2019d been kissed a lot in the past couple of weeks. More so than in the past…well, maybe more than the past 100 years. Which was pretty sad. Not for him because he didn\u2019t need to be kissed. Nope. Cordy\u2019s moist, soft mouth bathing his cold lips with warm, life-giving breath was not something he needed. It was sad for Cordy. She must be desperate to make this Christmas perfect if she would degrade herself to kiss him over and over and over again.<\/p>\n

Well, perfect for her wasn\u2019t necessarily perfect for him. Perfect for him was this. Sitting alone, in the dark thinking about why they…mostly she<\/i>…wanted him to be perfectly happy. It made no sense whatsoever. Did she think Angelus would make Christmas all cheery and bright? Did she really hate him and his brooding nature so much that she\u2019d rather have a psychotic killer there because he was better with the jokes?<\/p>\n

Maybe it was the leather. Several of them had commented on liking the leather pants. Maybe if he wore those more often, they\u2019d let him sulk in peace and stop trying to make him happy. Did they realize how much those things chafed? Of course not. Selfish, selfish, selfish.<\/p>\n

Damn it! What did she want from him? Didn\u2019t she know by now that all she had to do was ask and he\u2019d give her anything? Well, except for going to that party. And going caroling. And wearing that wig and beard *with* the belled Santa hat. Okay, maybe not *anything*…<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

That man was going to ruin her. Here it was Christmas evening and she\u2019d practically thrown her friends out of her home so she could come to this dreary, drafty hotel. And why? Because she couldn\u2019t get *him* out of her mind. Angel would be sitting in his room pondering his sins, or world affairs, or the cost of postage stamps…any excuse not to be with his family on Christmas.<\/p>\n

It shouldn\u2019t bother her. Intellectually she understood Christmas was not high up on the vampire holiday calendar. Every year it was the same and she really should be used to it by now. So, what was it about this year that made her miserable doing the same thing? She had felt bad all during the party and tried to drown that feeling by consuming half her body weight in every mixed drink Lorne had created. But that only made her feel more morose.<\/p>\n

The only thing that had given her any peace and happiness was thinking about him and talking about him. When she finally worked that out, she knew her Christmas wasn\u2019t going to be complete until she saw him. Maybe seeing him would help clear up the jumble of thoughts and feelings she\u2019d been experiencing all day.<\/p>\n

Or, maybe, seeing him would just ruin the whole damn day. No, that couldn\u2019t happen. It was already ruined. He\u2019d already managed to mess it up for her and he wasn\u2019t even there. Damn stupid vampire! Why couldn\u2019t he just admit he loved her and get it over with?<\/p>\n

Whoa! What the hell? Where did that come from?<\/i><\/p>\n

\u201cThe bottom of a bottle of Absolut probably.\u201d She laughed at her own drunken stupidity. \u201cAngel doesn\u2019t love me. And that\u2019s good, because if he did, my little gift here,\u201d she patted the gift bag clutched to her breasts, \u201cwould be a total waste of my very, very hard earned money.\u201d<\/p>\n

I am going to be happy on fuckin\u2019 Christmas if it kills him. Oops. I mean me. No! No killing me.<\/i><\/p>\n

\u201cShit, he\u2019d better not love me. I\u2019m just drunk enough not to care.\u201d<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Angel was so wrapped up in solving the mystery of what Cordy could possibly want from him that he didn\u2019t hear the persistent knocking. He finally turned when lilac and spice filled his head and looked into the wide and tipsy eyes of Cordelia peeking around his door. He didn\u2019t know why, but he could swear his blood started circulating the moment he sensed her. Odd.<\/p>\n

\u201cAngel, knock, knock. Are you here? Merry Christmas, Heat Miser.\u201d She snickered seeing him in his usual chair, brood face plastered firmly in place. She tiptoed toward him as if making any noise would crack his face. \u201cSsshhh…don\u2019t say a word. We don\u2019t want to wake up good time vamp. He\u2019s such a party whore.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat are you doing here, Cordy?\u201d He almost smiled. She looked pretty damn adorable for someone interrupting his annual Christmas brood. A red sweater clung to her breasts so tightly you could read her bra size. White boa-feathers trimmed the neckline and cuffs and tight black slacks were poured over her hips. Her cheeks and nose were flushed by alcohol and her eyes glittered from hours spent laughing.<\/p>\n

A Christmas gift bag hung from her left hand and her right gripped an open bottle of champagne. He had to admit she looked pretty Christmassy and try as he might to avoid it, his lips did curl up at the corners just a smidge.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you think I\u2019m doing? I\u2019m giving you your damn Christmas present, dumbass. And having a drink.\u201d She held the bottle out to him and brought the gift bag up to her lips and then realized her mistake and switched. Taking a swig, her head jerked back so far she got dizzy and lost her balance. He watched her fall on her butt by the foot of his bed. Expecting to be reamed out for not catching her, he was shocked instead to hear her unashamedly howling.<\/p>\n

Before she came to her senses and grasped what had just happened, he said, \u201cWhy aren\u2019t you at your party? You could\u2019ve given me the present tomorrow.\u201d<\/p>\n

She sucked in oxygen to try to speak. \u201cI…it…it\u2019s…\u201d She started to laugh again shutting off any chance he had at her answer. She rolled over onto her side still cackling and tipped the bottle over. Angel shot from the chair and grabbed it from her fingers just before it spilled.<\/p>\n

Having her crutch removed, instantly stopped the hilarious time she was having. \u201cHey! Sure, Cordy falls on her ass and you stit like a sone…uh, sit like a stone. But, spill a little alcohol on your precious Prussian rug…\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPersian rug.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhatever.” She wiped the spittle from her chin that saying all those “p’s” has sprayed there. “The point is I\u2019m not a rug.\u201d She attempted to stand but couldn\u2019t figure out how to do it still holding the bag, so she just sat back down.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019d never confuse you with a rug. You\u2019re too lumpy for a rug.\u201d Angel put the bottle on the kitchen counter, far from her reach.<\/p>\n

\u201cWas that a joke? Or was that you trying to be procov…provat…?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you trying to say provocative?\u201d<\/p>\n

She put her finger to the tip of her nose and nodded her head in the affirmative.<\/p>\n

Angel couldn\u2019t help but smile at her fumbling mouth. She was never at a loss for words and it was refreshing to feel like he had the upper hand for once.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt was a joke. Now why aren\u2019t you at your party? Won\u2019t they miss you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPfft. The party\u2019s over. It wasn\u2019t a real party, just a gathering of my family of which you are a part, buddy. But since you couldn\u2019t haul your pwecious bwooding ass out of that chair for one night, I had to bring the party here. So, here.\u201d She once again shoved the bag out for him to take. \u201cMerry Christmas, Scroogey McScrooge.\u201d<\/p>\n

He took the bag and sat on the foot of the bed. \u201cThank you, Cordy, but you didn\u2019t have to.\u201d<\/p>\n

She twisted around and put one hand on his knee and the other on the bed to leverage her body onto the bed next to him. She flopped her head to rest it on his muscled upper arm and snuggled against it trying to dig out a comfortable spot to fit her noggin perfectly.<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course I did. I mean I wanted to. It\u2019s Christmas. Christmas!\u201d She flung her arms open and hit him upside his head with the back of her forearm.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHoly shit! You almost broke my nose,\u201d Angel gingerly felt the tip to make sure it wasn\u2019t broken.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry. Want me to kiss it better?\u201d Cordy leaned forward not waiting for his consent, but he pulled his head back and warded off her advance with a palm to her shoulder.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo thanks. Enough with the Christmas kissing already.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cS\u2019okay by me. I was just trying to help.\u201d She slapped his arm. \u201cOpen your present! It took me a long time to figure out the perfect thing to get you. You\u2019re hard to shop for, stupid 250 year old undead fart.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, well, you\u2019re no picnic either. Especially for someone like me who: one, hates to shop; two, hates to spend money; and three, hates to shop. And did I mention I\u2019m a vampire who really doesn\u2019t celebrate the birth of the guy who gave us the cross?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOnly about a gazillion times. Angel, are you trying, in your not so subtle way, to tell me you didn\u2019t get me anything?\u201d<\/p>\n

He looked down to the head making a pillow out of his arm and saw warm hazel eyes peering up at him beneath long, velvety lashes and a plump lower lip jutting out just enough to make him want to stake himself.<\/p>\n

\u201cUm, well, it\u2019s not like I didn\u2019t want to…\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDork.\u201d Cordy smiled and slid her arms around his waist and squeezed. \u201cS\u2019okay. I know you didn\u2019t. You\u2019re just a Christmas retard. It doesn\u2019t mean you don\u2019t love me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Angel felt a bit queasy. He was never comfortable expressing emotions and even more uncomfortable when others expressed them. But, this wasn\u2019t that kind of feeling. He couldn\u2019t really put a name to it, but her sudden display of affection didn\u2019t suck. In fact he felt a twinge of disappointment when she took her arms away and sat back. Disappointed and cold.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, the suspense is killing me, and I know what\u2019s in there. Open, open, open!\u201d She pushed his arm toward the package hoping he\u2019d get a clue about what his job was in this tradition. Just as he finally decided to look inside the bag she stopped him.<\/p>\n

\u201cWait! You need a drink. Your sober…rioty….is pissing me off. Bottle, bottle, who\u2019s got the bottle?\u201d She rose too fast and swayed. Angel\u2019s palm in the small of her back stopped her from falling on top of him.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s in the kitchen, but I don\u2019t…\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHush now lil\u2019 vamp o\u2019 mine. Who\u2019s the Queen of Christmas here?\u201d She waited, her body slightly spinning, staring at him.<\/p>\n

Angel finally figured out she actually wanted him to answer that. \u201cOh…uh…you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDamn skippy!\u201d She gave him two thumps up and weaved a path to the kitchen. \u201cI think I know what\u2019s best for this occasion, and you with a little…no a LOT…of alcohol is of the necessary here.\u201d<\/p>\n

She caught her heel on the edge of the rug on the way back and almost fell again. Stomping on the offending object to kill it and grumbling some obscenities, she finally plopped down next to him and brought the bottle to his amused lips…almost.<\/p>\n

\u201cDrinky, drinky.\u201d Angel couldn\u2019t drink if he wanted to. The opening kept moving. Cordy might\u2019ve gotten one of the three bottles she was seeing close to his mouth, but not the real one. Before she angled it so far it dribbled down his sweater, he tried to take it from her but her fingers were glued to the neck.<\/p>\n

\u201cUh, uh, uh…you\u2019re not hiding it from me again. Now drink some for me. Pwease. I hate you not being as happy as I am.\u201d<\/p>\n

There it was again. That damn \u2018had to be happy\u2019 crap. Angel almost slapped her arm away but made the mistake of looking into her glistening eyes and that huge ear-to-ear smile. Maybe he was too tired from thinking all day, but he didn\u2019t have the strength to fight her. Not when she looked at him in that way that always made his brain switch from cogent thought to no thought at all.<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay, Cordy, I\u2019ll drink. But, I\u2019m only doing this to for you. Call it your Christmas present.\u201d<\/p>\n

That\u2019s not the only thing you\u2019re giving me, buster.<\/i><\/p>\n

Both of their hands held the glass to his lips. He took a fairly large gulp and pushed it away.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, no. More. I\u2019m about halfway to New York on the drunk train and that taste barely got you out the front door. You\u2019re chugging the rest of this bottle, mister.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cEven if I do, it won\u2019t make me as \u2018happy\u2019 as you are. It might get me to Pasadena, but I\u2019m a big guy, and this stuff is like water to me.\u201d He took another swig, this time emptying almost half of the contents. Cordy let go and got up again.<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay, where\u2019s the good stuff?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIn the cabinet above the sink.\u201d Angel pointed with the champagne bottled hand.<\/p>\n

\u201cKeep drinking. I\u2019m the hostess. I\u2019ll take care of you.\u201d She found whiskey, scotch, vodka and gin. Grabbing the whiskey and scotch, she headed back and then thought of something. \u201cYou don\u2019t need no stinkin\u2019 glass do you, \u2018cause I don\u2019t think I can balance one on my head right now.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, I can take it straight. Although a good hostess would\u2019ve at least tried.\u201d He downed the rest of the champagne just as she returned with the liquor.<\/p>\n

\u201cPfft. A good hostess would\u2019ve made you go get the stuff and be grateful to do it. Here.\u201d She handed him the whiskey. \u201cWe\u2019re going to play a drinking game. Every time I say \u2018dork\u2019 or \u2018dumbass\u2019 you have to take a drink.\u201d<\/p>\n

Angel had to think for a second but nothing that made sense came to mind. \u201cThat\u2019s not a game. That\u2019s just you talking and me drinking.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI knew you weren\u2019t drunk enough yet, dumbass.\u201d Cordy arched her brow and, too many seconds later, Angel figured it out and took a swig.<\/p>\n

\u201cDork.\u201d She smiled as the bottle met his grinning lips one more time.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Eleven dorks and eight dumbasses later, Angel was coming up on Okalahoma City and feeling pretty darn celebratory. They had slid to the floor somehow and now Cordy\u2019s shoes were off and they were laughing about her toes.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere\u2019s nothing wrong with my toes.\u201d She tried lifting one leg to show him up close, but found it weighed a ton so she dropped it and wriggled them instead.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, there\u2019s nothing wrong if we\u2019re talking troll annananemy…ananata…body parts.\u201d He reached for the scotch, but Cordy slapped his hand.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019ve reached speech ssshhlurring stage, so that\u2019s it buster. I don\u2019t want you dead. Well, more dead. I\u2019m gonna need some functioning body parts later,\u201d she mumbled as she wobbled onto her knees. \u201cAnd, you are so going to pay for that troll remark.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHuh? What did you just say about…\u201d<\/p>\n

He lost his train of thought when the sight of her ass appeared in his face. Cordy leaned over his outstretched legs and with much effort dragged her torso down his limbs until she reached his feet.<\/p>\n

Angel had watched and felt her trek with interest. He had no clue about what she was doing, but he didn\u2019t really care once he saw her plump rump shimmy in clear view and felt her breasts scrape against his thighs. His knees were wedged underneath her weighty globes and her rear became a nice resting place for his left hand. Then he felt his feet being released from their confines and his socks being tugged off one at a time.<\/p>\n

\u201cWow! Your feet are huge! You should rent these puppies out as surfboards. And, you\u2019ve got finger toes! Look how long these suckers are. Well, except for these two, itty bitty tiny ones on the end here.\u201d She wriggled the two smallest ones causing Angel to jerk his leg and push up on her left breast.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey!\u201d He playfully slapped her rear. \u201cStop it. I\u2019ve got sensitive feet.\u201d He splayed his hands around her waist, pulled her back and sat her next to him on her haunches. She pouted and huffed and took hold of his arm to balance while she stretched her legs out again.<\/p>\n

\u201cSensitive, schmensitive. Compared to my *normal* toes, you, my undead dead friend, have chicken fingers. So, there.\u201d She stuck her tongue out at him.<\/p>\n

He almost said something about how freakishly long her tongue was, but there were just enough sober brain cells left to stop him. They didn\u2019t stop him, however, from thinking about what that long, wet tongue would feel like snaking around his.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m either very drunk or very stupid, but if she doesn\u2019t pull that tongue back in right now…<\/i><\/p>\n

Angel looked around to find something to distract him from any more kissing thoughts, when he saw the still unopened gift by his side. \u201cHey! Unopened present! I think we\u2019re pretty even on the happy scale now. So should I go for it?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, my God. Sorry. Forgot all about it. Merry Christmas, Angiekins.\u201d She watched with eager anticipation oozing from every pore. She bit her lower lip as he pulled the object from the bag and started unfolding the tissue paper. Once he revealed it, she hugged his shoulders and squealed in delight. \u201cDon\u2019t you just love it?\u201d<\/p>\n

Angel stared at it. Then he stared some more. \u201cCordy. You got me a…vibrator?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo! It\u2019s not a vibrator. It\u2019s a massagererer thingy. See. It\u2019s called the Magic Wand. I thought it was, ya know…whatever…with us being in the freaks and demons business.\u201d She looked into his dumbfounded face and her smile dropped.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhatsamatter? Doncha like it? It\u2019s for when you get all sore and everything from fighting. Like when some ten foot tall demon smashes you up against a wall a few times.”<\/p>\n

\u201cCordy, it\u2019s a vibrator. Believe me, I know what a vibrator is and this is definitely in the vibrating family. It\u2019s a nice one, but still…\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t be a baby. Are you telling me you\u2019d rather be in pain than have a massage?\u201d Quirking her brow, she dared him to lie about that.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, but this is…well…it\u2019s not something a guy would like to have around.\u201d He leaned toward her motioning with his finger for her to get closer and whispered secretively, \u201cIt\u2019s kind of embarrassing.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her eyes blazed and her face drained of all traces of inebriation.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou know, you could\u2019ve just said \u2018Thank you, Cordy\u2019 and thrown it away later if you hate it that much. I swannee.\u201d She had trouble doing it, but she managed somehow to get on her feet to tower over him.<\/p>\n

Swannee?<\/i><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry. Thank you. It\u2019s very thoughtful.\u201d Angel felt her hot gaze before he looked up to confirm it.<\/p>\n

\u201cSave it. Get up and get on the bed. On your stomach.\u201d When he didn\u2019t move, she crossed her arms over her chest. \u201cNow!\u201d<\/p>\n

He seemed perplexed about what to do with the offensive thing in his hand, so Cordy reached down and took it from him and hunted for the electrical outlet. Grunting, he flipped over onto his knees and climbed onto the bed and stretched out. His pillow-muffled voice said, \u201cReally, Cordy, you don\u2019t have to…\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI suggest you not say anything else for now. Just close your eyes.\u201d She crawled onto the bed and straddled his waist, her butt sitting on his. \u201cGeez, buying a gift for you is twice as hard as a normal person. First I have to spend hours and hours figuring out what to get you, and then I have to convince you to like the damn thing.\u201d<\/p>\n

She flipped the switch to \u201chi\u201d and dug into his shoulder with the bulbous, vibrating end. Instantly a long, drawn out pleasured moan sounded in his throat pulsating in rhythm with the machine.<\/p>\n

\u201cSee? Doesn\u2019t this feel great?\u201d Cordy moved up to his tightly corded neck muscles and inwardly crowed as his face dug into the pillow and his back arched up to give her free reign of the area. When she moved beneath his neckline to touch his skin directly, he let out a loud, \u201cAhhh…yessss.\u201d<\/p>\n

Snickering, she turned off the wand and pulled away.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey,\u201d he whimpered.<\/p>\n

\u201cRelax, I\u2019m not done. Take off your sweater. It feels better on bare skin.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh? And, how do you know?\u201d The tone in his voice said he knew exactly how she knew.<\/p>\n

\u201cSmart ass. I\u2019ve got one of these, as if you didn\u2019t already guess that. Now off with the sweater.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy do you need one, hmmm? You don\u2019t get slammed against walls by ten foot tall demons.\u201d He was sure he had her trapped and couldn\u2019t wait for her to squirm out of it.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t, huh?\u201d She leaned down, pressing her body against his.<\/p>\n

Mmm, there are those breasts again. Hi, guys. Welcome back. When did I become obsessed with Cordy\u2019s breasts?<\/i><\/p>\n

She whispered in his ear, \u201cRemember the visions? The ones that make me feel, smell and hear everything that happens to ev-er-y-bo-dy?\u201d Then she got back up and smacked his head. \u201cIs that painful enough for ya?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOw. Yeah, I guess it is.\u201d He started to pull the knit up and over his head, but with Cordy on his back, it was difficult to get it completely off. Seeing him struggle with it stuck around his shoulders, she put the massager down and slid her palms along his shoulders, under the fabric and then up his arms freeing him.<\/p>\n

When the hard planes of his back were exposed to the subdued lighting of the bedside lamp, the sight was so temptingly delicious that she tossed the garment on the floor and casually and unconsciously began to stroke the expanse bared before her.<\/p>\n

Angel froze at her touch on his skin and stifled the sigh that almost escaped. Of course, he\u2019d felt her fingertips lightly touch him while she patched him up after a fight, but he\u2019d never felt the weight and heat of her two full palms and all ten digits on his body before. He felt sure there were scorch marks on him that would scar him forever, and he wouldn\u2019t mind more.<\/p>\n

Mmm, his skin is so smooth and damn he\u2019s hard all over. Well, if he\u2019s not yet, he soon will be or my name isn\u2019t…uh…shit…whatever my name is.<\/i><\/p>\n

\u201cCordy?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes! That\u2019s my name.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you going to massage me with your hands or the vibra…massagererer thingy? Not that I\u2019m complaining. Your hands feel really good…and warm…and very, very soft…\u201d<\/p>\n

She slid her hands up his back silently giggling as she felt him quiver under her touch. Kneading his shoulder, she brought her lips to his ear. \u201cI\u2019m saving the hand massage for later.\u201d<\/p>\n

He involuntarily growled. He couldn\u2019t help it. Her hot breath on his ear, her deep sultry voice, her hands stroking his skin, and her words sent millions of tiny erection feet padding from all points of his body directly to his groin.<\/p>\n

Now I know I\u2019m drunk. She did not just suggest what I think she did.<\/i><\/p>\n

Cordy felt his hips buck as he lifted to make room for his shifting member from sleeper to fully awake mode. Biting her lower lip with satisfaction, she flipped on the wand and dug the rounded end into his tightening neck muscles as she snuggled her center firmly over his ass giving his cheeks several squeezes with her thighs.<\/p>\n

Holy Mary, Mother of God, I think she did. Screw it. If she wants happy, I\u2019ll give her happy.<\/i><\/p>\n

\u201cMmmm, God,\u201d he muttered as his hips began to grind into the mattress. The full, tight mounds of his rear brushed every part of her sensitive inner thighs and labia causing her clit to ache for hard contact. With every motion, a soft moan reverberated in his chest calling for her heart to answer.<\/p>\n

She brought the vibrating head slowly down his spine and pushed the waistband of his pants down over his ass as far as it would go. Resting just at the start of his split, she held it there as she brought her throbbing nub against it, the too many layers of clothing diminishing the sensation but not completely.<\/p>\n

Angel chilled as the vibrations journeyed from his neck down his vertebrae. He wasn\u2019t even aware of the affect his undulating hips were having on Cordy. All he knew was his body needed soothing…something he hadn\u2019t known until she showed him. And, now he needed to feel that relief all over.<\/p>\n

When she stopped roaming, he was about to protest until he heard her husky, sensual moans and felt the telltale thrusting motions of her groin against him. From the position of the vibrator and her body on his, he knew exactly what she was doing. If he didn’t, the burst of feminine arousal that assaulted him left no doubt.<\/p>\n

He trembled with excitement and anticipation. Any thought he might have of Cordy being his best friend and not someone he should think of in this way was drowned in alcohol and frapped by too much stimulation.<\/p>\n

He wanted to watch.<\/p>\n

In a flash he grabbed her arm to hold her in place and flipped beneath her onto his back. She screamed at the unexpected move and her new cradle around his waist. The tip of his erection snuggled between her cheeks. Momentarily disoriented and unsure of what she was sitting on, she squirmed only serving to dig it in deeper. She let loose a surprised gasp as he thrust up and groaned a satisfied sigh.<\/p>\n

Uncertain, red-rimmed hazel eyes turned come-hither beacons in reply to the desire shining through his heavy lidded black pools. His hand on hers guided the titillating ball back between her thighs.<\/p>\n

All doubt skittered down her spine when he growled, \u201cDon\u2019t stop,\u201d just as the thousands of vibrating waves beat against her clit.<\/p>\n

Instantly and involuntarily she began pushing herself rhythmically against the hard surface, her derriere rubbing against his tumescence. Their eyes were locked in heated dares and their mouths forced opened by their gratified groans.<\/p>\n

Abruptly Cordy stilled. Angel\u2019s eyes narrowed and doubt swept his face until he saw the wicked gleam in her eyes.<\/p>\n

His eyebrows shot up as she scooted down his body until she sat on his thighs. Her gaze left his face and found a home at his crotch.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, my. You are tense. Looks like Santa arrived just in time.\u201d She shifted the speed to \u2018lo\u2019 and dragged it across his abdomen, down his hip to where his thigh joined and then toward his center. Finally, she reached the base of the bulge stretching his pants. The instant the vibrations touched his penis, his head jerked back and he let out an unholy, \u201cHoly shit!\u201d<\/p>\n

Slowly she moved up massaging every delicious inch of his shaft. He shifted and bucked trying to feel each quaver as best he could through the double layer of fabric. When she reached his tip, she switched to the \u2018hi\u2019 setting. Instantly he jerked up and grabbed her arms.<\/p>\n

Eyes blazing with emotions she wasn’t sure he even possessed, her chest heaved from the thrill his gaze and tight grip sent to her heart. He spoke from some secret cave filled with dark yearning but buried under a shroud of confusion and indecision. She felt her insides resonate as her body matched pitch with his sonorous plea.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you want, Cordy? Just tell me. It\u2019s Christmas. I\u2019ll give you anything you want.\u201d He knew she had to see and sense his desire and fear. It was clear on his face, on the body that betrayed him, in his touch and in his words. Desire created from over stimulation, lowered inhibitions, self-imposed celibacy and plane unspoken, denied lust. And, fear that she\u2019d ask something he couldn\u2019t give no matter how much he wanted to.<\/p>\n

What do I want? If only I could have what I really want. But, I’ll settle for what you can give. Please…<\/i><\/p>\n

\u201cI want you…us…for one night. I know it can\u2019t be more.” She brought her hand to his cheek and caressed him softly. “Angel…you\u2019re not in love with me, right?\u201d<\/p>\n

He couldn\u2019t figure out by her expression and her voice if she wanted him to say yes or no. But, he knew undoubtedly that the answer was important. The problem was he didn\u2019t know. An hour ago he would\u2019ve been certain of the answer. But now his body was divulging more than his conscious psyche believed possible, and his liquored mind was opened to so many questions and visions of futures that he was spinning with possibilities…and smells and tastes and the touch of silky, golden skin.<\/p>\n

He shook his head and focused on her questioning eyes. She expressed so much with hazel and gold. Passion, lust and hope were burned on the surface, but underneath… It looked like love. It had been so long since he\u2019d seen it in anyone\u2019s eyes that gazed at him, he wasn\u2019t sure. If there was a chance it was real, he couldn\u2019t just throw out any answer. He had to be truthful.<\/p>\n

\u201cI…Cordy…God, I\u2019m not sure.\u201d He looked down, not able to face the pain he was sure would be staring at him if he had the courage to face her.<\/p>\n

For an instant she was devastated. As much as she wanted him right now, she knew a lifetime of love was her fondest wish. But, there was still hope. He hadn’t said no. He was a definite maybe and that meant she could have what she wanted tonight and get the rest later. There was nothing and no one that would stand in her way now…now that she knew he *could* love her.<\/p>\n

Her momentary sadness was replaced by excitement for what lay ahead for both of them on this glorious Christmas night. She had no doubt it would turn out to be the best one she’d ever had.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s good!\u201d she chirped brightly.<\/p>\n

The cheeriness in her voice shocked him. He looked up to see that vixen gleam had returned as had her cheeky smile. Damn it, he was confused all over again.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s good? Huh?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe way I see it, if you aren\u2019t in love with me, we can do the Darla tango and no return of Darth Vader Vamp. So if you\u2019re not sure, that means you definitely aren\u2019t so it should be okay. Right?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe Darla tango? Cordy, what in the hell…\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou really are a dumbass, Angel. Sex! We can have sex and you won\u2019t go Angelus on me. So do you wanna or not? Strike that. You asked me what I want for Christmas, and that\u2019s what I want. Are you gonna give me what I want or not?\u201d<\/p>\n

She was so cute. Pink nose, rose cheeks, arched brow, pursed lips set in that no-nonsense quirk. How could he refuse?<\/p>\n

Maybe being happy isn’t so bad after all.<\/i><\/p>\n

He brought his nose to hers, snaked his tongue out to lick her lips and then softly sipped at her mouth.<\/p>\n

\u201cMerry Christmas, Cor. Try not to rip the wrapping. I may want to use it again next year.\u201d<\/p>\n

The joy on her face outshone all the lights on all the trees in Los Angeles as she pushed him back onto the mattress, the buzz of the toy drowned out by the drunken, delighted giggles of giver and recipient.<\/p>\n

Beneath the vibrating hum and the snickers the rasp of a zipper was faintly heard.<\/p>\n

\u201cRemember I said it feels better on bare skin? Well, wait \u2018til you feel this.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOH! Holy, ho, ho, ho!\u201d<\/p>\n

End<\/b><\/p>\n

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