Mist turned to a light drizzle as Cordelia stared upward as the gloomy sky clouded all traces of the moon. Rather than chase her indoors, the rain kept her mesmerized.<\/p>\n
Cold splatters fell like tears from the heavens, weeping in relief when she could not. Droplets burst against her skin, curling the short strands of her hair and soaking her clothes.<\/p>\n
Before Cordelia could acknowledge his presence behind her, Angel settled his jacket around her shoulders. Smoothing his hands down her arms, his cheek found a spot against her damp hair.<\/p>\n
Taking it for what it was, one last moment of silent comfort before the stormy onslaught to follow, she leaned back into him, keeping her eyes closed and giving in to the sensation of the broad frame of his body holding her close.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn’t you tell me?\u201d he asked hoarsely.<\/p>\n
The pain in his voice was edged with a hint of anger. Cordelia instantly felt her defenses come up, her skin stinging as if it was wrapped up in barbed wire. Tensing in his arms, she shot back, \u201cI did. You weren’t listening.\u201d<\/p>\n
Angel spun her around, his hands flexing open and closed against her arms. \u201cThe hell you did.\u201d His splintering dark gaze dared her to lie to him again. Not about this.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen I said the visions were killing me you thought I was joking?\u201d Cordelia huffed and pushed the flat of her palms against his damp white shirt. Pelting raindrops hit in random patterns against the clinging material.<\/p>\n
Recalling it, Angel dropped his hands, paced away and then stalked back again crowding her. His body shouted aggression, barely restrained anger. His hands lifted up only to curl up into tight fists and push back down to his sides. Despite what sounded like an attempt at softening his tone, the snarl couldn’t be hidden.<\/p>\n
\u201cDammit, Cordy, I didn’t think you meant it literally. You should have made sure I got the picture.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat should I have done, waved my MRI films under your nose?\u201d Cordelia snapped back despite knowing that wasn’t entirely fair.<\/p>\n
The muscles along his jaw tightened. Finally, Angel answered, \u201cHarsh, but that would have done it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cordelia hated seeing him all worked up like this. The anger she could take. It was the guilt driving it that she didn’t want. There was plenty of blame to go around. \u201cMaybe I should have told you. Maybe you should have noticed first. Either way, it wouldn’t have changed the outcome.\u201d<\/p>\n
There was such sadness filling those deep brown eyes, Cordelia noticed, just what she’d hoped to avoid all along. He reached up to tuck errant strands of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering against her throat as they descended. Graveled denial accompanied the slow caress, \u201cYou don’t know that. I could have\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDone what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGone to the Powers a lot sooner,\u201d the swift response made it sound obvious.<\/p>\n
Rolling her eyes, Cordelia didn’t see how he expected to get anything from higher beings by demanding what you want. The dumbass had actually gone as far as threatening Lorne into finding a way to contact the conduit. That would’ve been impressive had it not been for his little speech. \u201cWhat did you expect, for them to change history and take away my visions just because you asked for it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Angel looked like he wanted to say something to that, but changed his mind, settling for a shrug. Then he muttered, \u201cIt’s possible.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don’t think I can handle the visions,\u201d Cordelia accused, shamelessly using her little astral eavesdropping experience against him. \u201cWhat was that again? I’m weak, a spoiled rich girl from Sunnydale who plays superhero.\u201d<\/p>\n
Taken aback, Angel looked trapped. Still as a statue, he stared down at her, ignoring the rain plastering their clothes against their skin. His wounded gaze never left her accusing eyes as his stricken response stuck in his throat. \u201cCor, I never said you were spoiled. How di\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
Cordelia crossed her arms under her breasts, deep cleavage forming beneath the sodden white tank top as her breasts pressed against the curved cups of her white bra. When she noticed the flicker of Angel’s eyelids as the move caught his eye, Cordelia railed, \u201cI’m up here. Sheesh! You pick now<\/i> to notice I have boobs?\u201d<\/p>\n
That got his attention. Angel’s eyes snapped back up to hers. He ran his fingers through the wet strands of his hair. Nervously licking his lips, Angel stuttered his way through several incomprehensible attempts at excusing both his stray glance and his rant about Cordelia’s ability to withstand the deadly effects of the visions.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe whole mystic coma was sponsored by the PTB,\u201d Cordelia told him when he failed to make any sense. \u201cI got to hear and see everything that went on. Everything. Even your little chat with the conduit.\u201d<\/p>\n
Angel’s shoulders slumped for an instant as confusion replaced the guilty expression. All of a sudden the stuttering dork vanished behind lowered brows and stormy eyes. Muscles twitched beneath the clinging shirt, his shoulders taut. The urge to reach out to him nearly overwhelmed her need for an explanation, but Cordelia held back.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf you heard everything, then you know why I said that. They called me on it, Cordy,\u201d Angel stressed to point out what she should already understand. Nostrils flared as he breathed in enough air to blurt out, \u201cI was angry and\u2026 afraid<\/i>, ready to do anything to get you back.\u201d<\/p>\n
The desperation pouring from Angel’s voice left her puzzled. She certainly hadn’t heard any of that, not that she doubted him. Nibbling at her lower lip, Cordelia realized what had happened. Confessing, \u201cI might’ve skipped out on that part of the conversation. After what you said, I didn’t want to hear anymore. So I decided to give you your wish.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat wish?\u201d Angel asked softly as if he had a million wishes waiting to be granted.<\/p>\n
\u201cTo take the burden that is me out of your life,\u201d Cordelia explained, though not as harshly as she would have before Angel went and told her he’d been afraid. \u201cThe PTB gave me a new existence, one without you in it.\u201d<\/p>\n
If it was possible for a vampire to look paler than death, Angel was suddenly managing a good impression of it. Cordelia watched his adam’s apple bob, the only movement he made. He never even blinked, just stared back blankly.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was a star,\u201d Cordelia went on to tell him it was the life she would have had if they’d never hooked up at that party. \u201cI had my own television show. People worshipped me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSounds like your dream come true,\u201d Angel’s sullen response came with mixed signals. It was a wry smile that twisted his lips. She had no time to ferret out the reason for it. Angel was looking at their wet surroundings and staring back at her with a stunned look.<\/p>\n
With a speed that left her a little dizzy, he stepped forward, hands slipping in to curl around her elbows, pulling her close. Demanding the truth, \u201cWhat are you doing here? You should be there, safe and happy.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cordelia’s smile appeared and disappeared. He wanted her safe and happy, but he didn’t seem to realize he was the one who made her feel safe and that her happiness had more to do with him and with their family of friends than a starring television role, adoring fans and a healthy bank balance.<\/p>\n
Holding on to his upper arms, her fingers plucked at the folds of the wet shirt as she tried to explain the decision she had come to. \u201cMy new world wasn’t so perfect. Even though I didn’t know what it was, I knew something was missing. I started searching for it without understanding the clues. They led me to you, Angel.\u201d<\/p>\n
Angel’s hands dropped down to her waist, one of them pressing softly as it curved around to her back and rubbing in a slow circle. He obviously meant to comfort her, but Cordelia tensed up under that unintentionally erotic touch as a trail of heat flared under her skin. A tiny gasp caught in her throat, loud enough for vampiric hearing to detect, causing Angel to drop his hands back to his sides as if she was the one who had scorched him.<\/p>\n
Ignoring the sudden racing of her heart, Cordelia pressed on, \u201cThe visions had driven you insane. You couldn’t deal with them. So I took them back.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou shouldn’t have done that,\u201d Angel growled. No matter that this hypothetical world no longer existed. \u201cCordy, the visions should be mine. My burden. My pain, not yours. They’re killing you,\u201d he choked out the words.<\/p>\n
Realizing that Angel still thought she was going to die, Cordelia smiled up at him. \u201cNot anymore. So you can forget about the guilt trip you’re planning.\u201d<\/p>\n
Looking like he didn’t know what to believe anymore, Angel commented rawly, \u201cI don’t understand. I saw the tests. Fred explained everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI’m not dying, Angel,\u201d she promised while reaching up to palm his face in her hand, the rain now misting again on their skin.<\/p>\n
\u201cCordy\u2026,\u201d Angel clearly didn’t know what to believe.<\/p>\n
Cordelia figured he thought she was in denial. He had no idea how long that had been the truth. She’d refused to believe it, made a half-hearted attempt at telling him and then sworn to herself that no one would find out until they had to. Especially Angel. He had enough on his plate without brooding about her.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe PTB have fixed me so I can still be your seer,\u201d she assured him. \u201cThe visions won’t kill me and I won’t have serious pain anymore, just a few side-effects.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLevitation being one of them,\u201d he guessed and remembered the way he’d had to tug her back down to ground level. The news should have elated him, but Angel’s experiences with the PTB and their underlings made him suspicious. \u201cCordelia, what did you agree too? What have they done?\u201d<\/p>\n
The use of her full name should have warned her he was on the edge, but she decided to take the straight-forward route. \u201cThey demonized me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Smoldering fury lit his eyes and his features rippled for an instant before settling back into their handsome human form. In the same moment, his hand whipped out, grabbing her wrist just shy of being rough as he lifted it. Scenting her wrist, he ran the flat of his tongue across her inner wrist lingering against the pulse.<\/p>\n
A worry line formed at his brow as Angel’s amber-tinted eyes darted to meet her startled ones. Well, that was just a little on the eew side. Wait! What ar\u2014<\/i> \u201cWhat’s with the grabby hands?\u201d<\/p>\n
Angel said nothing. He dropped her wrist and curled his hand around the nape of her neck, pulling her against him. His head dropped to her neck and for an instant she thought he actually planned a taste test. She was clutching his shoulders, trusting him not to do something crazy just because he was mad about her decision.<\/p>\n
Turning her head, Cordelia exposed more of her throat for Angel’s inspection. He seemed to be drinking in her scent. Another of those vampire behaviors that Cordelia thought was a little strange, but just part of who he was.<\/p>\n
\u201cUmm, Angel,\u201d she started to get fidgety when he didn’t immediately release her. Then curiosity kicked in. \u201cAm I\u2014 can you tell that I’m different? How do I smell\u2026demony?\u201d<\/p>\n
Slowly extracting himself, Angel took one step back, his hand still in place at the nape of her neck. Circling her pulse, he told her tenderly, \u201cDelicious, not demony. You smell like raindrops, that fruity hand lotion from the bathroom, my bed, ripe and womanly like you always do.\u201d<\/p>\n
Giving him an odd look, Cordelia narrowed her eyes and decided he’d only given her the answer she wanted. \u201cThat’s way better than rank and slimy. I was afraid I’d end up with a tail.\u201d<\/p>\n
Angel tried to smile, \u201cThat might have been fun,\u201d but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cPfft!\u201d<\/p>\n
Dropping any semblance of amusement over the subject, Angel pointed out, \u201cYou’ve taken a huge risk, Cordy. You should have stayed in that perfect world of yours.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cordelia totally disagreed. \u201cIt wasn’t so perfect, Angel. It didn’t have you\u2026or Connor or Wes, Fred, Gunn, or Lorne. You’re my family and I love you guys too much to let myself forget that. No matter what version of reality I’m in.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut Cordy,\u201d he struggled to find the words he wanted to convey, \u201cyou deserve so much more than this.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt’s what I want,\u201d she countered stubbornly. \u201cAngel, I promised you that I would be here for you. Without this, I wouldn’t be.\u201d<\/p>\n
His hand dropped down to the lapel of his jacket, the other joining it on the other side to pull the edges a little closer around Cordelia’s shoulders. \u201cDon’t you see what you’ve given up?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing,\u201d Cordelia quickly denied it. \u201cI’ve just got something extra.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou stay with me to help me with my redemption so I can win the right to be human again, yet you let them do this.\u201d<\/p>\n
She hadn’t thought of it that way. \u201cWell, now we have more in common than we used to. Looks like you’re not the only one on the block who can leap tall buildings. Just give me a chance to figure out this floaty thing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDon’t joke about it,\u201d he growled.<\/p>\n
A pout pulled at her lower lip. \u201cWhy not?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause you gave up your humanity to\u2026to\u2026,\u201d Angel faltered, staring unblinkingly as Cordelia finished for him.<\/p>\n
\u201cTo be with you?\u201d Cordelia stared back just as intently, wondering if he could hear her heart hammering in her chest. It was just the truth, that’s all. \u201cYou’re my friend. Where else would I want to be?\u201d<\/p>\n
Angel turned and walked halfway to the door, standing with his back to her. \u201cWe should get out of this rain.\u201d<\/p>\n
Watching as he strode forward pulling the door open with such force that the glass shook in the frame. Cordelia stalked after him, \u201cHey! We’re not finished, buddy. Don’t think I didn’t notice that avoidance tactic.\u201d<\/p>\n
She slung his leather jacket at his head managing to hit her target. Angel tossed it to the ground as he whirled to face her. \u201cWhat do you want me to say? That it doesn’t matter to me that you never told me you were dying, that you just gave up the life you say you’ve always wanted, that you let them taint your soul in order to help me redeem mine?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSay that you’re happy I’m alive, Angel,\u201d she pleaded softly.<\/p>\n
\u201cI am,\u201d Angel’s strong arms enveloped her, pulling Cordelia into a tight hug.<\/p>\n
Cordelia would have commented, but the hug left little room for essentials like breathing. \u201cAir,\u201d she croaked causing Angel to drop his arms and leap back nearly a yard.<\/p>\n
\u201cSorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDork,\u201d Cordelia laughed at his exaggerated response, stretching her arms above her head to get some circulation going after his super-strong squeeze. Then she noticed the empty lobby. \u201cWhere is everybody?\u201d<\/p>\n
Hearing low sounds from the floor above, Angel told her, \u201cI think they gave up and went upstairs. Looks like they left these,\u201d he indicated a couple of towels by the door.<\/p>\n
\u201cGuess Fred didn’t want us trailing water all over the clean floor,\u201d Cordelia held her hand out for one of the towels. Considering all of the scrubbing they’d done earlier in the day, she kinda felt the same way. \u201cDon’t just stand there staring.\u201d<\/p>\n
Angel’s eyes widened in horror, \u201cI wasn’t st-staring.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPfft! If you tell me I resemble a drowned rat or some sewer demon, it’ll take more than vampire speed to escape,\u201d Cordelia snatched a towel from his hand and started to dry her hair.<\/p>\n
\u201cI wouldn’t,\u201d he fervently denied. Good thing too, if he didn’t want to be handed his ass. His eyes slid over her again, lingering in places he shouldn’t, sending shivers across her flesh.<\/p>\n
\u201cOtherwise I’d probably have to do\u2026this!\u201d Glancing down at the towel in her hands, a devilish glint lit her eyes as she snapped the towel at him.<\/p>\n
Surprise quickly darkened into a predatory response that left Cordelia darting across the lobby, squealing with laughter as she made her escape. A sharp swat landed on her left buttock. Turning, she saw Angel looming close. \u201cNo fair, you moved too fast.\u201d<\/p>\n
Twisting up her towel, Cordelia aimed and fired. Angel grabbed the end. With a sharp tug, she bounced right into his arms. Her breasts pressed up against the hard wall of his chest, the cool wet surface combining with her excitement to create an automatic physical response. Cordelia was too busy laughing over their little game to notice, but Angel did.<\/p>\n
With her damp hair curling around her face, Cordelia’s eyes danced with light, laughter and life. Her cheeks glowed as they rounded with her million dollar smile. Those plush lips curved temptingly. Angel’s thumb swept across the corner of her mouth as a wave of possessiveness filled him up.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon’t ever leave me, Cordy. I can’t do this without you here. You’ve seen what I’m like when you’re not around,\u201d he glowered intently as his hands started moving up and down her arms in a subconscious rhythm.<\/p>\n
\u201cBroody and insane?\u201d For a second, she wondered if Angel was talking about his mental state in Star Cordy’s reality or simply his behavior during the whole Darla thing after he’d fired them. Deciding that insanity pretty much covered both situations, she decided not to go there.<\/p>\n
Angel nodded and slowly released her from his arms, though he didn’t step back. Nor did Cordelia move away.<\/p>\n
\u201cI can’t promise you forever, Angel, but I’m hoping we won’t need that long. The Powers recognize you as their champion. As your seer, you’re mine. I’m not going to let anything stand in the way of that.\u201d<\/p>\n
He tucked his hands in his pants pockets, staring at the floor for a moment before looking up again, his gaze intense, pale skin glistening with the sheen of the rain with hints of hard muscle showing through his nearly transparent shirt. Cordelia swallowed down her awed response as she lingered at the sight of him.<\/p>\n
Rushing to fill the sudden void as silence grew thick in the air between them, Cordelia flashed a grin as she told him, \u201cIf you really think you owe me something, Angel, I can think of one thing you can do for me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnything,\u201d he vowed thickly.<\/p>\n
They were standing next to the front counter where Cordelia had piled up her unwrapped birthday presents. \u201cI’m missing your present. Find it for me?\u201d<\/p>\n
Angel’s chest expanded with a sudden on-drawn breath, one he released just as suddenly. He’d been ready to offer whatever she wanted. Stunned at the idea that he would give her anything including his car, his name, his first-born caused a flash of panic. Surely those were crazy thoughts and so far removed from any feeling that Cordelia had conveyed to him.<\/p>\n
Having so recently noticed his growing attraction to Cordelia, he’d been too busy trying to suppress those thoughts to notice how deeply they had ingrained themselves in his head. His dead heart ached at the thought that he might have lost her forever. Being so near her seemed to make his body come alive in ways he definitely needed to keep under control.<\/p>\n
Galvanizing himself into action, Angel tried to recall exactly where they were standing the last time he saw Cordelia with his gift. It had been immediately before the devastating vision that threw her into that mystic coma. He’d barely had time to cradle Connor in his arms before she was thrown back from the sheer force of its power.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe weapons cabinet,\u201d Angel noted that someone had swept up the loose glass from the floor, but not the broken frame that splintered the wood. Inspecting it closely, he found the small gilded box hidden inside. \u201cShould I call the others?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIn a minute,\u201d Cordelia took the gift and admired Angel’s attempt at curling the ends of the ribbon. For some reason, she wasn’t quite ready to give up this moment alone with him. \u201cJust let me open this first.\u201d<\/p>\n
Angel watched nervously as she started to slip the ribbon from the box. Deciding that he needed to warn her, \u201cIt’s not anything special.\u201d<\/p>\n
Peeking up at him as she tried to pull the tight ribbon around the first corner, Cordelia let out a laugh, \u201cIt’s from you. That makes it special enough, you big dork.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI-I mean it’s not expensive.\u201d<\/p>\n
Having won her battle with the stubborn ribbon, Cordelia dropped it to the floor, eager to get to the good part. She paused long enough to roll her eyes. \u201cPfft! As if you can afford anything expensive. We have a baby to feed now.\u201d<\/p>\n
Inside the box, Cordelia found a set of earrings she had been admiring in a sales catalog several weeks ago. Ooing over the gift, she took them out of the soft cotton bedding and discarded the small box with the same care she had the ribbon. \u201cThey’re gorgeous. How did you know I wanted these?\u201d<\/p>\n
Angel decided his borderline stalking activities would go better unmentioned. Instead, he explained, \u201cI pay attention.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou mean you lurk,\u201d Cordelia countered knowingly as she popped the first earring into place. After securing the second, she posed for approval, \u201cHow do I look?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBeautiful,\u201d he answered almost instantly, enjoying her reaction far too much for his own good. Lifting his hand toward her face, Angel traced the curve of her ear to touch the soft lobe where his gift dangled. His hand slipped back, curling around her nape again, thumb finding that sensitive spot right behind her ear. \u201cI wish I could give you more.\u201d<\/p>\n
Curiosity helped in fighting the urge to close her eyes and lean into that touch. \u201cMore of what?\u201d<\/p>\n
Angel simply answered, \u201cEverything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCryptic much?\u201d Suspicion gouged a deep hole in her feelings. \u201cIt’s not always as easy as buying me clothes. Are we talking about bribing the spoiled rich girl from Sunnydale?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCordy, no. I wish you’d never overheard that damned conversation,\u201d he swore bitterly. \u201cWhat I said\u2026I didn’t mean it the way it sounded.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cordelia thought she understood. \u201cYou were scared. I get that, Angel. Friends worry about each other, that’s only natural, but we risk dying everyday. You’d feel the same way if it had been one of the others.\u201d<\/p>\n
A gruff denial left his throat, \u201cIt’s not the same.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arguing, Cordelia was interrupted before she’d done more than mention Wesley’s name.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot even close,\u201d Angel told her and then looked guilty for even saying so. \u201cWes is a good friend. He’s family, in some ways like the brother I never had, but he’s not you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI suppose we’ve known each other longer,\u201d she suggested while trying to tame the wild thumping of her heart. Explaining it away seemed easier than giving in what she hoped he was trying to say.<\/p>\n
Now sounding introspective, he admitted, \u201cI learn more about you every day and I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone like you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cordelia felt there was only one way to answer that, \u201cDuh! I’m totally unique.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI wouldn’t want it any other way.\u201d<\/p>\n
That’s not what he’d suggested earlier, \u201cEven if that uniqueness is tainted with a little demon?\u201d<\/p>\n
Cursing himself for having used that word, Angel practically growled with self-directed anger. \u201cI can’t pretend that it doesn’t upset me, Cordy. You shouldn’t have to pay such a price to please the Powers or me, but I’m selfish enough to want you anyway I can have you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHave me any way you want,\u201d the words tumbled out of her mouth.<\/p>\n
Continuing on, Angel seemed to miss what she’d said, lecturing her again, \u201cYou have no idea what aspects of the demon may appear. Levitation may only be the first sign. Who knows what other abilities you may have to master. It could be dangerous.\u201d<\/p>\n
Wondering if she had totally misread the signals he’d been directing her way, Cordelia tried to bury her sudden disappointment in logic. \u201cWe’re friends. I try to help you with your demon issues, so you can help me with mine.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing is that simple, Cor\u2014,\u201d her earlier response finally registered. Breaking off his train of thought, Angel switched gears. Staring down, he saw a hint of a smile curling at her lips. \u201cCordy, did you just say\u2026?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d she cut in, refusing to play dumb or pretend she hadn’t made the offer.<\/p>\n
Angel’s instincts urged him to pull her into his arms, instantly claiming what he wanted before Cordelia could come to her senses and change her mind. He just wasn’t convinced that he wasn’t hearing what he wanted. Asking hesitantly, \u201cDid you mean\u2026?\u201d<\/p>\n
Interrupting again, Cordelia felt her whole body tingle in excitement as she said, \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMind reading isn’t on the list of your new talents, is it?\u201d Angel questioned.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, Dorkula.\u201d She let out a lighthearted laugh, feeling more confident about what she was telling him with each passing second, \u201cI’m just saying yes, Angel. To whatever it is that makes me feel more for you than any other man I’ve known.\u201d<\/p>\n
Angel looked down at the hand she’d placed on his chest, covering it with his own. \u201cI’m still a vampire, Cordelia, a demon.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNewsflash! You’re man enough for me. Vampire or not, I still love you, Angel. I’m not really sure about what I feel or when it happened. Only that it’s not just in the best friend kind of way.\u201d<\/p>\n
Gaping at her in silence, Angel was back to impersonating a statue again. Cordelia started to wonder if she had completely misjudged him. \u201cUnless, I’m way off base,\u201d she pointed out. Denial wailed like a banshee. \u201cBeing friends is still\u2026friends. I can do that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI can’t, Cordy,\u201d Angel held her shoulders and looked down at her with resoluteness that it brought the first sting of tears to her eyes.<\/p>\n
Oh, God, he was going to tell her that she was out of her mind for suggesting her feelings had changed. She had only the swift satisfaction of thinking he felt badly about rejecting her.<\/p>\n
Angel surprised her, adding with conviction, \u201cNot anymore. After today, it’s impossible to pretend that I feel only friendship. I need you too much, want you too much to ignore it. I can’t hide those feelings anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n
She felt like a tug-of-war was playing out inside her. Yesterday, Cordelia would not have thought of saying anything about the stray thoughts and feeling that had been building up over the past few months. Especially in light of the all too recent Darla situation. Mainly because Angel hadn’t done anything that suggested he wanted more than her friendship.<\/p>\n
Now all the little things she’d noticed painted a much different picture. Confused that he had gone so long without saying something, Cordelia had to know, \u201cWhy hide them in the first place?\u201d<\/p>\n
A few seconds passed before he answered. \u201cMaybe because I didn’t want to risk losing your friendship again. I’ve let passion rule my life and I won’t let it ruin yours. Face it, Cordy, I’m still under a curse. You deserve more than that. How can I let you love me knowing the dangers it could bring?\u201d<\/p>\n
Cordelia pointed out that it didn’t quite work that way. \u201cYou don’t get a choice in me loving you or not. That’s just the way it is. We face risks everyday, Angel, so you don’t need to remind me that they exist.\u201d<\/p>\n
Enfolding his arms around her, Angel pressed his lips to her forehead, to the tip of her nose, then softly and all too briefly upon her mouth. Cordelia let out a shaky sigh as the kiss ended, curling her arms around his waist and resting her cheek against his chest.<\/p>\n
His promise left her hopeful, \u201cIf there’s a middle ground, I swear I’ll find it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Secure in his arms, Cordelia quickly corrected, \u201cWe’ll find it together.\u201d<\/p>\n
FIN<\/b><\/p>\n