{"id":3183,"date":"2015-06-30T10:16:48","date_gmt":"2015-06-30T09:16:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/?p=3183"},"modified":"2015-06-30T10:16:59","modified_gmt":"2015-06-30T09:16:59","slug":"walk-on-gilded-splinters-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/index.php\/2015\/06\/30\/walk-on-gilded-splinters-5\/","title":{"rendered":"Walk on Gilded Splinters. 5"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><b>Part 5<\/b><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Twenty minutes later and Cordelia was so very much over slow. Had she been nervous? Sure she had \u2013 who could blame her, since her last foray into sex had ended up with her knocked up by Angel\u2019s son?<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">She was trying extra hard to not think about that but then, Angel made that easy because \u2013 and she was aware she sounded like a giant ho when she said this \u2013 the guy was good. Better than good. Fan-fucking-tastic, actually.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">He\u2019d made her come twice already and they hadn\u2019t actually got to the sex part yet. Sated and so painfully aware that she was lying on Angel\u2019s desk with something digging in her side, she slapped him on the arm. \u201cRemember when you said we\u2019d go slow?\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">He pressed a kiss at the small of her back, right over the middle of her tattoo and Cordelia shivered slightly, feeling him smile against her skin as she did so. She felt like an enormous weight had been lifted from both her shoulders and her heart, and though she wasn\u2019t completely free, it felt like she\u2019d get there eventually.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u201cI think I died and went to Heaven,\u201d she murmured.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u201cYou may have blacked out for a minute there.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u201cOh, you\u2019re just all over the smugness there, aren\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">He was working kisses up her arm now, sweeping feather light touches over the arch of her shoulder. She smiled when he got to her lips and pulled him down towards her a little, tasting herself on his tongue.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u201cYou\u2019re way too dressed for this to go any further,\u201d she pointed out, getting impatient and beginning to undo the buttons on his shirt.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Angel smiled down at her and tried to push her hands away.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u201cAngel,\u201d she whined, \u201cIt\u2019s no fun if you don\u2019t let me play!\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">He laughed at that, placing a soft, open-mouthed kiss on the swell of her breast, \u201cI thought I was.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u201cHa ha,\u201d she rolled her eyes, now down to where his shirt met the slacks. She leered at him, wiggling her eyebrows as she pressed her hand against his cock, \u201cSee? It\u2019s good when you let me play.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u201cI\u2019ve noticed,\u201d he breathed out, unable to stop himself from thrusting into her hand when she wrapped it around him. \u201cFuck, Cordy.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u201cThat\u2019s the plan,\u201d she grinned, then made a face. \u201cThat was a little too bad porn-ish for my liking.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u201cI thought it was pithy,\u201d said Angel, smiling at her. \u201cCouch?\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u201cDo I want imprint of wood tattooed on my ass?\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">He took that as a yes and scooped her into his arms, carrying her over to the leather couch he\u2019d had put in his office months ago.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">She yelped as the cold material touched her back and Angel chuckled, \u201cSorry.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u201cYou did that on purpose,\u201d she admonished with a smile, watching as he divested himself of the rest of his clothes.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u201cMe?\u201d He was the picture of innocence, total kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar, and he was driving her damn well crazy, pressing himself against her aching centre like that.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u201cAngel,\u201d she moaned, \u201cWould you just\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">He slid home in one thrust and Cordelia gasped, her back arching. He kissed her softly, waiting for her assent to move and when her hips canted slightly, he took that as his cue.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">She felt thick, wet and heavy, wanting to take him in, take him deeper. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled his mouth to hers, crying out as his hand slipped between them and thrummed her flesh, once, twice\u2026 And Cordelia was clenched around him, gasping his name.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">He kept going, tiny thrusts of his hips as he ate her mouth, and Cordelia whimpered softly as Angel took her higher, not letting her fall just yet.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">She ran her hands over the expanse of skin, down to his ass where she angled him deeper and Cordelia arched up again, her muscles sore and tired, overworked now. His thrusts were still slow, languid, and when he hit that sweet spot inside her, Cordelia cried out.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u201cJesus, Angel, what did you\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">He was smiling against her mouth. He did it again, pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger, and Cordelia clutched his shoulders as she exploded around him.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">He called her name as he came, dropping his face into her shoulder and biting down lightly on her skin with blunt teeth.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Cordelia\u2019s hips twitched and she slid her feet down the back of his calves, \u201cTold you there were advantages to having sex on the Boss\u2019 desk,\u201d she murmured, sleepy and sated.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">She felt him smile again, felt him nuzzling his nose into her neck.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u201cI don\u2019t think Wes would have liked it much\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">She laughed at that, watching him for a moment as he settled beside her. \u201cAngel-\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u201cI know, Cordy,\u201d he said softly, reading the look on her face more adeptly than she\u2019d expected, \u201cwe still need to talk about things.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Cordelia sighed, \u201cNormal people would have a different post-sex conversation. Not <i>\u2018Your Best Move Post-Coma, Pre-Apocalypse\u2019<\/i>\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u201cWe\u2019re not exactly normal,\u201d Angel observed, folding her in his arms a little tighter before he spoke again. \u201cWait, you think there\u2019s gonna be an apocalypse?\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u201cWhat do you think the Senior Partners are gonna do when they learn the CEO is shacking up with Vision Girl \u2013 throw a party? There\u2019s gonna be hell to pay, Angel, and you know it.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Angel shrugged, \u201cThen we\u2019ll cross that bridge when we come to it. You were right with what you said earlier, Cordelia. It\u2019s time to start fighting for us.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">She found herself smiling slightly, \u201cNow that\u2019s a cause I can get behind.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u201cGood,\u201d said Angel, \u201cbecause it would have really sucked fighting it alone.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u201cWell, duh\u2026\u201d Cordelia grinned, \u201cY\u2019know, your life would go much easier if you just admitted you needed me.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u201cI do need you,\u201d he said, firmly, \u201cI always did.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">She smiled again at that, \u201cFinally, he realizes. My Champion, Ladies and Gentleman&#8230;\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><b>End<\/b><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><b><a href=\"http:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/index.php\/authors-f-k\/ficbitch82\/\">Ficbitch82<\/a><\/b><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Part 5 Twenty minutes later and Cordelia was so very much over slow. Had she been nervous? Sure she had \u2013 who could&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3183","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-completed-fics"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3183","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3183"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3183\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3183"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3183"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3183"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}