{"id":4072,"date":"2015-07-06T09:39:28","date_gmt":"2015-07-06T08:39:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/?p=4072"},"modified":"2015-07-06T10:00:14","modified_gmt":"2015-07-06T09:00:14","slug":"crash-into-me-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/index.php\/2015\/07\/06\/crash-into-me-1\/","title":{"rendered":"Crash Into Me. 1"},"content":{"rendered":"

Title: Crash Into Me<\/b>
\nAuthor: <\/b>Kelly22<\/strong>
\nPosted: <\/b>12\/16\/02
\nEmail<\/b><\/a>
\nRating: <\/b>PG-13 +?
\nCategory: <\/b>
\nContent: <\/b>C\/other, C\/A
\nSummary: <\/b>Set in Season 3. A simpler time. Before Cordy got glowy. Before Miracle-Gro children. Before Wesley kept women in cages.
\nSpoilers: <\/b>
\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>I know, I know, it\u2019s been a long time since I\u2019ve posted. I haven\u2019t taken Season Four very well. It makes it hard to write. But I figured we could all use some good old-fashioned fluff. I anticipate 10-12 chapters. And if this doesn\u2019t cheer anyone up, I might have to sit down and write that \u201cBad Timing\u201d sequel. I stole the title from that Dave Matthews<\/i> Song. You know, Crash.<\/b> The one that is STILL always on the radio. I need to get the CD player in my car fixed. ASAP.
\nThanks\/Dedication:<\/b>This baby goes out to Kelley<\/b>, who told me about a story she\u2019s writing, which resulted in me spending most of Sunday on the couch watching \u201cThe Dead Zone\u201d, which resulted in me not getting this chapter written until now. And also to Annie<\/b>, who was not very pleased when I failed to meet her deadlines. Hope this makes up for it.
\nFeedback:<\/b>Please. Pretty Please.<\/p>\n

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

\u201cNo, Groo honey, that doesn\u2019t\u2026Oh. Okay, all right, go ahead,\u201d Cordy conceded. If he wants to mix tuna and ice cream, more power to him. It couldn\u2019t possibly be worse than the pickles and peanut butter combo he\u2019d discovered yesterday. The hulking Pylean had the eating habits of a pregnant woman.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy princess, would you like some?\u201d Ahhh, that’s my Groo, generous to a fault.<\/i><\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s a negative ghostrider,\u201d she told him. In return, she got a blank look. Geez, even Angel knows that one. <\/i>\u201cTop Gun? Tom Cruise as Maverick? Slightly homo-erotic beach volleyball?\u201d Blanker look, this time accompanied by a furrowed brow that somehow made his teeth seem even more\u2026toothy.<\/p>\n

God, what’s with me? He’s a hottie. There’s nothing wrong with his teeth. And of course he’s not exactly up on pop culture and why should he be – he’s spent a grand total of four days in this dimension. <\/i>It was unfair of her to expect that he\u2019d understand. It was unfair to be annoyed when he didn\u2019t.<\/p>\n

How come I never get this pissed when Angel doesn’t get my comments? Maybe cause Angel’s blank look and furrowed brow is so much cuter than Groo’s? Wait a sec. Did I really just say that?<\/i><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat I meant was,\u201d Cordy said, forcefully cheerful, \u201cno thanks sweetie. I\u2019m still pretty full from breakfast.\u201d He nodded and resumed eating. For a moment, she just watched him. His new haircut looked great and the shirt she\u2019d stolen from Angel\u2019s closet looked\u2026well, it looked good before he\u2019d managed to splatter chocolate ice cream all over it.<\/p>\n

He was lucky he was so pretty, because his table manners left a lot to be desired. It was actually kind of gross. He sure likes to shovel it in, doesn’t he? <\/i>It had been four days, after all. By day three his resistance to the whole chew-swallow concept had grown a little annoying.<\/p>\n

She had no idea why, either. He hadn\u2019t done anything wrong. He lived to please her. Every few minutes he threw her another adoring glance. He\u2019d composed a poem on the symmetrical-ness of her face, for Christ\u2019s sake. And she was ready to tear her hair out. What’s wrong with me?<\/i><\/p>\n

Clearly spending Sunday alone at home together had been a bad idea. Too much togetherness, especially in a new relationship, was never a good idea. That\u2019s why she had turned down the vacation Angel had offered. It was too new with Groo for them to go away together. Thank God she\u2019d had the sense to stay here. They\u2019d only spent the past five hours all together-y and she was getting a murderous itch to strangle him. Maybe I need a little break.<\/i><\/p>\n

\u201cGrooie baby, I was thinking I might go lay down,\u201d she told him softly.<\/p>\n

Immediately he put his spoon down and stood up, a huge grin on his face. It took Cordy a moment to realize she\u2019d made a mistake. Yesterday, when she\u2019d wanted to try a little snuggle time at work, she\u2019d yanked him up the stairs of the Hyperion, shouting to Fred that they were going to lay down. And now he thought she meant\u2026<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, NO, not that,\u201d Cordelia told him loudly, putting both hands in front of her as if to ward him off. \u201cI, ahh, I just want to rest. Fully clothed. Alone,\u201d she stressed.<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course my princess,\u201d Groo said, not looking entirely disappointed. Apparently the icky-ness that was his lunch was more appealing than the prospect of one-on-one time with her. Not that I entirely blame him. Considering how not well our one-on-one time has ended the past few days. <\/i>She patted him on the head and went to her room.<\/p>\n

She wasn\u2019t even tired, not really. It’s not like I didn’t get plenty of sleep last night. <\/i>She just needed some away-from-Groo time. Five minutes where she wasn\u2019t having to explain something. Or biting her tongue to keep from making fun of him. Or pretending she couldn\u2019t hear the others making fun of him.<\/p>\n

Cordy heard her cell phone ringing and reached for her purse that lay on the dresser. She rummaged through the bag, mumbling about how she needed to change the ringer soon. Canon in D just doesn’t work blaring out of a Nokia. <\/i>Finally she just dumped the entire contents of the purse on the bed. Aha! There it is.<\/i><\/p>\n

\u201cHello?\u201d she said, doing a tiny, silent victory dance. She had gone head to head with the purse and won. This round, at least.<\/p>\n

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

\u201cFred. Hey. What\u2019s up?\u201d Cordy asked, holding the phone in the crook of her neck while she started putting things back in her purse.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou sound a little out of breath. I\u2019m not interrupting anything, am I?\u201d Fred asked in a teasing voice.<\/p>\n

\u201cNope,\u201d Cordy said. She looked down at the object she\u2019d been about to put back in her purse. A tiny, delicate, un-opened blue bottle. \u201cNothing at all.\u201d She placed the bottle on the night stand next to the bed. Then she sat on the bed and stared at it. \u201cWhat\u2019s up?\u201d she distractedly asked Fred again.<\/p>\n

\u201cNothing much. Uh, listen, I was wondering, do you want to meet for coffee?\u201d<\/p>\n

Cordelia nearly sighed in relief. Yes. An excuse to leave. \u201cNow?\u201d she asked excitedly.<\/p>\n

\u201cActually,\u201d Fred said, \u201cI was thinking tomorrow morning. Before work?\u201d<\/p>\n

Dammit!<\/i> \u201cSure you don\u2019t want me to just bring some Starbucks to the hotel?\u201d Cordy asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo. Not at the hotel. Let\u2019s meet there,\u201d Fred said, sounding a little panicky.<\/p>\n

Her tone was enough to finally break Cordy out of the staring contest she\u2019d been having with the bottle. \u201cIs something wrong Fred?\u201d Oddly, Cordy really hoped there was a problem. At least then there would be something for her to do. A non-paranormal prophylactic related activity.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, no, nothing\u2019s wrong,\u201d Fred assured her. \u201cI just wanted to talk. Girl talk.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ahh, now we’re getting somewhere. When girls get together alone, it’s only to talk about one thing. The opposite sex. <\/i>“Oh my god,” Cordy squeeled. “You two kissed!” Go Wes. Wow. Hell. Go me. I’m the one who told him to strike while the iron was hot.<\/i><\/p>\n

\u201cWell,\u201d Fred sounded flustered. \u201cYeah,\u201d she admitted. \u201cFour days ago. And a couple of times since then.\u201d<\/p>\n

Cordy couldn\u2019t help but smile. Wait. Four days ago… <\/i>\u201cThe night of the ballet?\u201d Wes did work fast. Oh no. What if… <\/i>\u201cFred, I have to ask, uh, you weren\u2019t, um, under any sort of, uh, possession at the time, were you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d Fred said firmly. Before Cordelia could ask how she knew, Fred continued. \u201cBelieve me. If we\u2019d been possessed, there\u2019s no way it could have felt like that.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLike what?\u201d<\/p>\n

Fred was silent for a moment. \u201cLike, like every nerve in my body came alive when he looked at me,\u201d she said in a low voice. \u201cLike kissing was something we couldn\u2019t NOT do. And when we did kiss, it was like crashing into each other. Only our lips were touching but it felt like he was touching me EVERYWHERE.\u201d Fred paused, as if she was waiting for Cordelia to speak. \u201cYou know what I\u2019m talking about.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI do?\u201d Cordy asked before she could stop herself.<\/p>\n

\u201cSure,\u201d Fred told her. \u201cYou\u2019ve got Groo.\u201d<\/p>\n

Cordy fell back to earth. \u201cRight,\u201d she said flatly. \u201cGroo. Yup. He\u2019s mine.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo tomorrow?\u201d<\/p>\n

Cordy wondered why she felt so out of sorts. \u201cSure,\u201d she told Fred. \u201cI\u2019ll see you around nine.\u201d She hung up the phone. And then the bottle caught her eye again.<\/p>\n

“Every nerve in my body came alive when he looked at me.”<\/i><\/p>\n

Cordy flashed back to that night at the ballet. How Angel had pulled her into his arms and how his eyes had gone golden, so hot she felt like he was burning her. He\u2019d looked at her like that and everything inside of her seemed to melt. \u201cYou want me to undress you,\u201d he\u2019d said and her thighs had clenched and grown damp.<\/p>\n

“Like kissing was something we couldn’t not do. And when we did kiss, it was like crashing into each other.”<\/i><\/p>\n

When they\u2019d gone back into the dressing room a second time, it had been slightly different. Cordy\u2019s hunger and need had seemingly multiplied by a million. She remembered how hard she had pressed up against him. How she\u2019d relished running her hands over his body. Touching. Claiming as much as she could. And how it hadn\u2019t been enough. She couldn\u2019t get close enough.<\/p>\n

Cordy reached up with her right hand and rubbed her temples. She was surprised at how moist her forehead felt. Oh my god. I’m sweating. A few choice words from Fred and a trip down memory lane and all of the sudden I’m all “9 \u00bd Weeks.” What’s worse, I’m hotter right now than I’ve ever been with Groo so far. I am so screwed up.<\/i><\/p>\n

Cordy knew she needed to do something. Lying in her room, hiding from her boy-toy and her blue-bottle related issues wasn\u2019t working.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy can\u2019t I just open you up and drink you and screw his brains out like I\u2019m supposed to do?\u201d she asked the bottle. The bottle just lay there. Stupid bottle.<\/i><\/p>\n

Cordelia wasn\u2019t exactly sure why she hadn\u2019t been able to make with the com-shuck already. Groo was more than eager (once she\u2019d explained the logistics to him). And he was a very quick learner. It would more than likely be the ride of her life. So why can’t I just…do it?<\/i><\/p>\n

Because it just didn\u2019t feel right. No matter what she\u2019d tried.<\/p>\n

She\u2019d bathed Groo and made his whole grunge look go bye-bye and done pretty much everything in her power to facilitate the shucking of com. She\u2019d sent her best friend to a brothel, for God\u2019s sake.<\/p>\n

She couldn\u2019t help but groan in frustration. I have to get out of here. Work off some of this steam. <\/i>She could go to the hotel. It was Sunday, which meant everyone was sort of doing their own thing. There was a punching bag in the basement with her name on it.<\/p>\n

That\u2019s what she would do. She\u2019d change, put on some cartoons to entertain Groo (God I’m such a bitch!) <\/i>and go work herself out of whatever the hell was wrong.<\/p>\n

Part 2<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

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