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17<\/u><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat about this one?\u201d Cordelia asked, modelling a blonde wig fashioned with a boy cut. \u201cToo holiday hair?\u201d<\/p>\n

Riley\u2019s head fell back, an annoyed breath escaping him. \u201cRemind me why I\u2019m doing this again?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCos you always do this.\u201d Cordy looked sheepish. \u201cThat, and Angel has to work. Plus, sunshine, hello?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo I\u2019m your daytime boyfriend?\u201d Riley rolled his eyes. \u201cI\u2019d really rather just have sex.\u201d<\/p>\n

Cordy threw the wig at him. \u201cNo, you\u2019re my best friend. And if I have to come pre-fornication boxer shopping, you can grin and bear this for me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFine.\u201d Riley huffed, pulling a strawberry blonde wig off one of the manikins and handing it to her. \u201cHere. Hey, this reminds me of that redhead I had sex with last week.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay, so this one goes in the \u2018not even if my life depended on it\u2019 pile.\u201d Cordy said snarkily, holding it by the very tips of her fingers and tossing it aside. \u201cAnd can we NOT reminisce about your sex life while we\u2019re doing this? Otherwise I have a feeling I\u2019ll be throwing every damn wig in this place onto that pile.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat can I say?\u201d Riley chuckled. \u201cI get around. Unlike you, I don\u2019t see the point in tying myself down with monogamy.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHow profound.\u201d Cordy deadpanned, making a face and reaching for another wig. \u201cWhat do you think of – ?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI like the guy.\u201d Riley said suddenly, making her spin around and look at him. \u201cAngel. I mean, the whole fanged creature of the night issue takes some getting used to. And then there\u2019s the fact that I wanna be a godfather some day.\u201d He shrugged, avoiding her eyes. \u201cBut he likes you a lot. I\u2026I think he\u2019ll take care of you.\u201d He glanced at her, amusement in his eyes. \u201cAnd if not, there are always complimentary bottles of wine delivered to his doorstep doused with holy water.\u201d<\/p>\n

Cordy laughed. At least he didn\u2019t offer to stake him again\u2026but that was the most she was going to get, she supposed. Riley didn\u2019t like talking about his feelings at the best of times but he was reaching out here, giving her *something* because he knew it would make her happy. And seeing him and Angel bond last night had been good enough for her anyway.<\/p>\n

She wrapped a hand around his arm, leaning forward and pecking him on the lips. \u201cI love you, Riley.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI love you too.\u201d He grinned, looking pleasantly surprised. Then just as quickly, a frown slid onto his face. \u201cWhat I don\u2019t love? That<\/i> wig.\u201d<\/p>\n

Cordelia looked up at him from where she\u2019d been adjusting her hair beneath the latest wig. \u201cWhat\u2019s wrong with it?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell,\u201d Riley pulled it off her head, offering her another one, \u201cLet\u2019s just say if the casting crew for Anthony and Cleopatra are looking for an understudy, I\u2019d *personally* recommend you for the job.\u201d<\/p>\n

—<\/p>\n

The bell of \u2018The Magic Shop\u2019 tinkled, announcing Buffy\u2019s arrival. She rubbed at the muscles in her neck, still slightly sore from the uncomfortable seat she\u2019d been given on the long bus ride from Los Angeles to Sunnydale. She stepped into the small room, her eyes travelling over the shelves of a million different potions, concoctions and ingredients.<\/p>\n

There was a floral fragrance in the shop and it tickled her nose. It certainly wasn\u2019t unpleasant though, almost soothing after hours cooped up on a bus.<\/p>\n

\u201cBuffy?\u201d A familiar voice asked from behind her. \u201cOh my God, Buffy!\u201d<\/p>\n

Buffy spun around, a big grin spreading across her face. \u201cWillow!\u201d<\/p>\n

She took two steps towards the other woman, embracing her old friend tightly. When she pulled back, their hands intertwined, and Buffy gazed at Willow, thrilled at seeing her after so long. She\u2019d had her dazzling red hair cut short, in a cool, shaggy do that flicked out at the ends. She looked slim and the crazy oriental outfit she was wearing suited her figure, not to mention personality, well.<\/p>\n

Willow seemed to be examining her carefully. \u201cYou look skinny. Are you eating enough?\u201d<\/p>\n

Buffy laughed, rolling her eyes. \u201cYes, mom.\u201d<\/p>\n

Willow grinned, squeezing Buffy\u2019s hands. \u201cYou look great, Buff. It\u2019s good to see you.\u201d She turned, keeping one hand in Buffy\u2019s as she pulled her deeper into the shop.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe place looks great.\u201d Buffy said, her eyes once again roving over the contents and d\u00e9cor of the small room. The walls were a nice shade of green, decorated with fabrics and little ornaments. There was a round table at one end of the shop and Buffy followed Willow there, taking a seat.<\/p>\n

\u201cThank you.\u201d Willow said. \u201cHow\u2019s Xander?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019s fine. He sends his love.\u201d Buffy felt herself blush. \u201cWe\u2019re kindof a thing now.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d Willow\u2019s jaw dropped before she broke into a huge smile. \u201cWell, damn! I gotta say, it\u2019s about time!\u201d<\/p>\n

Buffy chuckled, shaking her head. \u201cIt\u2019s a little surreal.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSure it is.\u201d Willow said, leaning back in her seat. \u201cIt\u2019s Xander. But that\u2019s what makes it kinda wonderful.\u201d Her eyes lit up suddenly. \u201cI better be maid-of-honour at the wedding!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWillow!\u201d Buffy\u2019s cheeks burned and her heart was suddenly pounding. \u201cWe only just got together – \u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut you\u2019ve known each other forever!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhatever. There are no wedding bells yet.\u201d Buffy said firmly, though it was difficult to keep the smile off her face.<\/p>\n

\u201cSure, sure\u2026\u201d Willow rolled her eyes. \u201cSo, what are you doing in town? I\u2019d love to think you came just to visit,\u201d she smirked, crossing her arms. \u201cBut this time of year? It\u2019s gotta be business.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, actually.\u201d The smile slid off her face as Buffy looked her friend straight in the eye. \u201cI\u2019m here to bring you back with me to LA. We need your help.\u201d<\/p>\n

—<\/p>\n

Tucking away the last few strands of hair that slipped out from beneath her wig, Cordelia took a look at herself in the mirror. She\u2019d chosen \u2013 or rather, Riley had chosen \u2013 a wig that looked startlingly similar to the long, dark locks of her high-school days, its layered tips flowing down past her shoulders. The fringe of the wig cut across her forehead, covering her eyebrows from view.<\/p>\n

Cordy grinned, impressed. Maybe she\u2019d grow out a fringe again, cos DAMN.<\/p>\n

The doorbell rang and Jack barked loudly downstairs. Cordelia adjusted the slim straps on her bronze-green gown, hiking up the skirt as she made her way to the front door, even though the slit of the dress was thigh high.<\/p>\n

The doorbell rang again and Cordelia rolled her eyes, jerking the door open and coming face to back with Angel. \u201cImpatient much?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019re already late.\u201d The vampire swivelled around, glaring at her. He must have noticed the wig and the jaw dropping (if Cordy said so herself) outfit soon after, because his eyes immediately darkened, stunned and hungry. When he didn\u2019t say anything right away, she bent her knees in a little curtsey.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell?\u201d<\/p>\n

Angel stepped into the house, making a move to close the door behind him. Her eyes widened when he slid an arm around her, pulling her flush, his lips lowering towards hers. \u201cYou know, we don\u2019t really have to go to this thing\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAngel!\u201d Cordelia laughed, wrestling out of his arms and grabbing her shawl from the closet. \u201cPerv. Come on, we have a job to do.\u201d<\/p>\n

Angel made a face. \u201cThere\u2019s another kind of job<\/i> you can do if we stay here – \u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOut!\u201d Cordy yanked the door open and shoved him through it. She blew a kiss to Jack, following after her horny boyfriend and locking the door behind her.<\/p>\n

—<\/p>\n

Faith narrowed her eyes as she turned down the street named on the sheet of paper Wes had given her two days ago, the ground bumpy, rough against her heels. The street was narrow, almost like an alleyway, littered with hookers, seedy looking men in leather jackets and way too much neon lighting for the naked eye.<\/p>\n

She winced, sliding her hands into her pockets and striding forward confidently. She got a few looks, mostly leering rather than suspicious and she mentally patted herself on the back for wearing leather pants and the matching jacket.<\/p>\n

The shop approached a few feet away on her left and Faith shot a quick glance behind her, pushing through the glass door. There was a tinkle, probably from a bell above, announcing her arrival, and she followed the signs inside down a short, narrow corridor. It opened into a space at the very end, and Faith was momentarily struck by the contrasting character of the room to everything else she\u2019d seen in the last twenty minutes.<\/p>\n

One corner of the room was covered in tiny drawers and lockers, a large board hanging adjacent to them in another corner, littered with keys in every shape and size. A third wall was blank, reserved only for a small, closed window, the glass of which was frosted, though Faith could make out an alleyway through it.<\/p>\n

What really caught her eye was the fourth wall, home to artefacts which looked like they belonged in a gallery or museum. This guy must have been a collector or something. A selection of fine metallic weaponry hung from the wall, several antique swords of various lengths that looked like they\u2019d been crafted in 19th century Japan and adorned with gems and jewels were braced horizontally upon its surface.<\/p>\n

Wes would\u2019ve loved this.<\/p>\n

In the centre of the room, a keymaker sat behind a desk cluttered with papers, cutting a key into shape, his fingers dirty, sweat dripping down his forehead.<\/p>\n

\u201cHello?\u201d Faith asked cautiously, a hand flying to her chest when the guy jerked his head, gasping. \u201cGeez, sorry. Didn\u2019t mean to scare you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWho are you?\u201d The keymaker asked rudely, glaring at her. \u201cWhat do you want?\u201d<\/p>\n

Faith raised an eyebrow at his tone, removing another sheet from her back pocket. Taking a slow step forward, she dropped the image of the key onto his desk. \u201cI\u2019m looking for this.\u201d<\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t touch the sheet but simply stared at it for a moment, not saying a word. Then his head shot up and he stood abruptly. \u201cGo. NOW.\u201d<\/p>\n

Faith frowned. \u201cBut – \u201d<\/p>\n

He cut her off. \u201cYou\u2019re not welcome here. I said leave.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLike hell I will buddy.\u201d Faith crossed her arms stubbornly, suddenly ticked off. \u201cI\u2019m not leaving until I get that key.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cVery well.\u201d He reached under the table with his fingers and Faith tensed, bracing herself for a weapon. There was a loud rattling and the ceiling above her split open, hidden wooden doors parting with a deafening bang and showering her with fine dust and debris.<\/p>\n

A demon fell out of them, landing gracefully on the ground behind her, crouched, ready to attack. Its head reminded Faith of a pterodactyl from the Jurassic Park movies, its claws long and sharp.<\/p>\n

Thank heavens the damn thing didn\u2019t have wings.<\/p>\n

Its jaw snapped dangerously, and she had little time to ponder the length and jaggedness of its teeth before it released a harsh, primal cry, lunging at her.<\/p>\n

—<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t see why you couldn\u2019t just meet me here anyway.\u2019 Angel groused, horny and irritable as he parked his car in a free spot and pocketed the keys. \u201cI mean, I had to come all the way there and back again – \u201d<\/p>\n

Cordelia swivelled in her seat to face him. \u201cWeren\u2019t you alive back when chivalry was actually a custom?\u201d That shut him up and her eyes softened. \u201cI know this is work related but I figured we could, ya know, treat it like a date.\u201d<\/p>\n

Angel\u2019s brow creased. \u201cA date?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, a date.\u201d Cordelia rolled her eyes. \u201cIt\u2019s a twentieth century term, involves two people meeting and often going out to a nearby location to drink, be merry and spend a little time with each other. Sometimes there\u2019s even a little kissing.\u201d<\/p>\n

Angel pinched her lightly. \u201cI know what a date is, Cordelia. I just didn\u2019t think Wolfram and Hart would be the ideal place.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt isn\u2019t.\u201d Cordelia looked down, staring at the lapel of his jacket. She wrapped a hand around it, glancing up at him shyly through her lashes. \u201cBut it\u2019s with you.\u201d<\/p>\n

She smiled then and maybe his heart lurched a little in his chest. Angel tipped her chin up, kissing her lightly on the mouth, the gentlest pull of his lips against hers. When she leaned in for more, he pulled back, getting out of the car. \u201cDon\u2019t we have a party you didn\u2019t want to miss?\u201d<\/p>\n

Cordy glared at him. \u201cDon\u2019t think that\u2019s not coming back to bite you in the ass.\u201d<\/p>\n

She made a move to get out herself but Angel darted around the car, opening the passenger side door for her in one smooth motion and holding out his hand. He was rewarded with a surprised, yet no less in high wattage grin as she slid her fingers through his, allowing him to guide her through the main front doors of Wolfram and Hart.<\/p>\n

—<\/p>\n

The creature lunged at her and Faith sidestepped it, managing to shove her elbow into its ribs as it flew past her. It smashed into the keymaker\u2019s desk, sending papers flying in every direction. The keymaker himself moved to a corner of the room, fear in his eyes as he pressed his back to the wall.<\/p>\n

The demon recovered quickly, lashing out violently with its claws as Faith ducked one blow after another, dropping to her heels and kicking out deftly with her foot. She caught the demon in its shin and it lost its balance, falling gracelessly to the ground. Faith pounced but the demon rolled, grasping the edge of the desk and hauling itself to its feet.<\/p>\n

Faith kicked its abdomen, cursing when it caught her foot between its claw-like hands. It spun her and she felt her other foot leave the floor, her body levitating momentarily before she crashed back to the ground, moaning in pain as her muscles pounded and her lip split open.<\/p>\n

\u201cSon of a bitch!\u201d She slammed her fist down, a growl escaping her. \u201cThis ends now!\u201d<\/p>\n

The demon grabbed her leg and Faith flipped onto her back, slamming her free heel into its skull. It howled, staggering backwards and she jumped up immediately, rounding her foot in an arch and kicking it viciously across the face again. It flew backwards into the blank wall, its body hitting it with a sickening crack until it slid down to the ground, groaning.<\/p>\n

Faith rounded on the keymaker, storming towards the wall housing the sword collection. She reached for one, glancing at him. \u201cCan I borrow this?\u201d She yanked the longest sword off the wall, not waiting for a response from the trembling man. \u201cThanks.\u201d<\/p>\n

One fluid motion and she sliced the sword across the demon\u2019s throat, severing its head. Keeping a tight hold on the weapon, she spun around, glaring at the keymaker. She held her free hand out, palm flat, her voice threatening and holding no room for argument. \u201cGive me the key. NOW.\u201d<\/p>\n

—<\/p>\n

Thank you Riley<\/i>, Cordelia thought, as she stepped into the lift, watching the numbers as it began to move and the light flashed behind them in an ascending order. Her heart was beating fast, probably because she\u2019d just seen one of the security guards from *that* night \u2013 the one she\u2019d kicked in the face for calling her a bitch. He\u2019d glanced at her, and for one terrible moment Cordelia had thought her cover had been blown.<\/p>\n

But then just as quickly he\u2019d turned away, his eyes focussed on the couple behind them and the couple after that. She wasn\u2019t entirely sure he\u2019d question Angel even if he did recognise her, though the look on his face suggested that he\u2019d simply been curious as to the appearance of his boss\u2019 date. Still, she was grateful for the authentic look of the wig.<\/p>\n

The elevator stopped, the doors slid open with a chime, and for the third time in just over a week, Cordelia stepped into the lobby of the offices of Wolfram and Hart, following Angel\u2019s lead as he pulled her onto the floor, manoeuvring his way through the dozens and dozens of people. He didn\u2019t have to try too hard \u2013 most of them tripped over their own feet to make way for him, instantly switching into grovelling mode.<\/p>\n

She got a few looks \u2013 some jealous, some appreciative \u2013 though the latter were diverted almost immediately by Angel\u2019s low growl and the flash of yellow in his eyes.<\/p>\n

Cordy pouted. \u201cYou\u2019re no fun.\u201d<\/p>\n

He merely glared at her, coming to a halt in front of the drinks and canap\u00e9s table, a long counter that stretched several feet and was covered in a deep magenta fabric. It matched the d\u00e9cor of the lobby, which had been embellished with streamers, lanterns and exquisite drapery, all a deep, dark shade of maroon.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell this is fancy.\u201d Cordy said, impressed. She\u2019d been to a hell of a lot of parties in her life, thrown by ridiculously wealthy patrons too, but this certainly qualified. Hell\u2019s law firm had access to all kinds of ingredients to throw one heck of a bash, she supposed.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s a thing.\u201d Angel said, scanning the crowd, probably for Eve. \u201cThrowing an over-the-top shindig every now and then is one amongst the many casual past times of Wolfram and Hart.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat along with stealing souls and committing general cardinal acts of evil.\u201d Cordy muttered, waving slyly at a group of men standing at the other end of the room that were checking her out.<\/p>\n

\u201cExactly.\u201d Angel grabbed her hand, trapping it beneath his own against his chest. \u201cHey! Stop that.\u201d<\/p>\n

She gave him her best innocent face. \u201cI\u2019m just trying to fit in.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBy waving to the pimply faced nerds?\u201d Angel asked incredulously.<\/p>\n

Cordelia bit her lip to keep from laughing at his far from subtle jealousy. \u201cIsn\u2019t this how one of your chippies would behave?\u201d<\/p>\n

Angel tugged swiftly at her trapped hand, jerking her forward and flush with his chest, his voice a hoarse timber. \u201cDon\u2019t make me show you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Cordy couldn\u2019t help but grin, barely suppressing the shiver that shot down her spine and curled her toes. Her hand smoothed across the silk of his shirt, desire sparking to life when his eyes flashed, darkening with want. She nearly gave in right there but instead, kissed him at the corner of his mouth and pulled out of his arms, delighting at the look of outrage on his face. \u201cThe little girls\u2019 room beckons, big guy. I think my hair\u2019s coming loose.\u201d<\/p>\n

—<\/p>\n

Angel couldn\u2019t help but glower as Cordelia sauntered away, amusement sparkling in her eyes at the way his body hardened due to her simplest touch, pounding as though alive. He wanted to devour that smirk off her face, sweep the drinks off the table, bend her over and –<\/p>\n

\u201cAngel.\u201d Came a voice from behind him and he spun around, snapping out of his little fantasy. His eyes narrowed in irritation before he remembered he had a job to do. He forced his features to soften and his sneer melted into a genuine, enticing smile.<\/p>\n

\u201cEve.\u201d<\/p>\n

Eve paused, appearing almost taken aback by the gesture. Finally she smiled back, walking casually over to him with her martini. \u201cI see you made it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWouldn\u2019t miss it.\u201d Angel picked the toothpick out of her drink, sliding off the olive it pierced through with his teeth, never taking his eyes off her. He stepped closer, letting his eyes drop as they swept sensually over her, though he had to battle down the urge to gag at the very action. Eve sucked in a breath and the sudden scent of arousal flooded his nostrils.<\/p>\n

Angel blinked. That was easy. Damn woman, at least give me a challenge\u2026<\/i><\/p>\n

\u201cSo,\u201d Eve started, buying his flirting as an invitation. \u201dYou here alone?\u201d<\/p>\n

Angel brushed a finger over her collarbone, the curve of her neck, resting it on her chin. \u201cWhy do you ask?\u201d<\/p>\n

Eve was all but humming now as she let her intentions be known in her eyes. Fighting the temptation to run in the other direction, Angel dropped his voice low, his fingers travelling across her cheekbone seductively. \u201cTell me what you want\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou know what I want\u2026\u201d Eve licked her lips, trying to follow his finger with her tongue.<\/p>\n

Angel grinned wolfishly, wrapping a finger around a lock of her hair. Eve leaned into the touched, seemingly mesmerised by his eyes and Angel ceased the opportunity, twisting his wrist in a quick, deft movement, tugging out a few strands of her hair.<\/p>\n

\u201cOw.\u201d She muttered, rubbing her scalp lightly. Angel surreptitiously slid the strands into his jacket pocket, struggling not to recoil when Eve took a step closer, pressing a hand against his chest. She smiled suggestively, stroking the soft material of his shirt. \u201cI always knew you liked it rough.\u201d<\/p>\n

—<\/p>\n

Cordelia exited the ladies\u2019 room, having straightened her wig. That was the last thing she needed \u2013 an embarrassing scenario of undercover hair loss. Well, this baby definitely wasn\u2019t coming off unless she wanted it to. She scanned the room for Angel, finding him exactly where she\u2019d left him.<\/p>\n

Only he wasn\u2019t alone.<\/p>\n

The reaction was sudden, but unsurprising. Hot rage exploded in her chest as she recognised the woman standing opposite him, her dress even more whore-y than the last time, her heels *so* very last year.<\/p>\n

Cordy made a face. \u201cThere isn\u2019t enough \u2018ew\u2019 in the world.\u201d<\/p>\n

Eve ran a hand smarmily down Angel\u2019s shirt, that horrid smirk pasted onto her face.<\/p>\n

Jealousy coursed through her, hot and deadly. It made her furious \u2013 to see, to even *think* of that conceited little skank all over HER man. It helped that Angel appeared repulsed by her but \u2013 were her hands touching? – Her hands were TOUCHING! Powerful, angry strides carried Cordy across the room and she only stopped when she was between them, facing Angel.<\/p>\n

Her arms flew around his neck, her lips slamming into his as she pressed her body against him. Angel made a startled, choking noise, shortly followed by a whimper as he pulled her closer, palming her lower back. A triumphant roar sounded in her head and Cordy continued to kiss him, moving her lips fervently against his, erasing all thoughts of anyone or anything but her touch and taste from his mind.<\/p>\n

Slowly, she pulled away, grinning at the dazed look in Angel\u2019s eyes as he stared down at her. Cordy spun around swiftly, as though just noticing the company.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, sorry.\u201d She said half-heartedly, a brittle smile on her face as she looked Eve in the eye. \u201cI didn\u2019t even see you there.\u201d<\/p>\n

Eve\u2019s smile mirrored her own and Cordy intertwined both her hands with Angel\u2019s, wrapping his arms around her. He must have guessed what she was up to then because a gentle \u201cbehave\u201d was whispered into her ear before he nipped it with his teeth.<\/p>\n

\u201cWho\u2019s your friend, Angel?\u201d Eve asked and Cordy narrowed her eyes at the skank\u2019s lame attempt at saving face by not acknowledging her. To Angel\u2019s credit, he allowed Cordy to answer.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m Cordelia Chase.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh.\u201d Eve said. \u201cMy name\u2019s – \u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t ask.\u201d The indignant look on the girl\u2019s face was fun but Cordy allowed herself only a brief glance and a cocky grin before she spun around again in a dance-like move, Angel\u2019s hands still intertwined with hers. She took a step closer and threw her arms around his neck again, nipping at his bottom lip.<\/p>\n

Angel\u2019s hands settled on her hips as he glanced behind her at Eve, then back at Cordy, his voice barely a whisper. \u201cSo badly behaved\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Cordy grinned wickedly. \u201cI don\u2019t know what you\u2019re talking about.\u201d<\/p>\n

Angel rolled his eyes, though they sparkled with amusement, circling her nose with his. \u201cI can\u2019t take you anywhere.\u201d He glanced over her shoulder again and Cordy sighed, feeling the ever-irritating presence of the skank behind her. She turned once again, trying to keep her anger in check, resuming her previous position, Angel\u2019s arms wrapping around her.<\/p>\n

\u201cCan we help you?\u201d<\/p>\n

Eve\u2019s eyes narrowed. \u201c*You* weren\u2019t exactly the kindof help I had in mind.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah well.\u201d Cordy looked her up and down. \u201cBeggars can\u2019t be choosers.\u201d<\/p>\n

Eve took a step towards her and Cordy felt Angels arms tighten around her. She only smiled and Eve stopped in her tracks. \u201cCordelia Chase.\u201d She said finally. \u201cThe name rings a bell.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, look at that.\u201d Cordy said bitchily. \u201cHere you are reminiscing about my name and I don\u2019t even care to know yours.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t blame you, you know.\u201d Eve said, glaring at the way Angel\u2019s cheek was rubbing against Cordy\u2019s temple. \u201cI\u2019d be jealous of me and Angel too.\u201d<\/p>\n

Cordy heard Angel snort behind her. \u201cYou and me? There is<\/i> no you and me, Eve.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhen I had my hands on that body,\u201d Eve ignored him completely, her eyes glazing over, seemingly remembering the event. She smiled, licking her lips. Cordy\u2019s blood boiled. \u201cI didn\u2019t want to stop touching it either.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell,\u201d Cordy gave Eve her best fake-sympathetic look, \u201cToo bad the mind<\/i> belonging to that body didn\u2019t give you a second thought.\u201d<\/p>\n

The smile slid off Eve\u2019s face and she glared at Angel, who only shrugged.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe makes a good point.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m full of them, really.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMmm, hmm.\u201d Angel agreed, kissing Cordy\u2019s cheek and smiling shamelessly at the seething brunette opposite him.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, bite me, Angel.\u201d Eve spat out, spinning on her heel and striding off into the crowd.<\/p>\n

Angel looked after her for a moment. Then, \u201cNah.\u201d<\/p>\n

Cordy grinned, the anger inside only just ebbing away. She leaned back into Angel\u2019s chest. \u201cYou got what we came for?\u201d When he nodded, she cocked her head at him. \u201cMaybe I should rip out a chunk of her hair just in case.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCordelia\u2026\u201d Angel admonished<\/p>\n

\u201cSpoilsport.\u201d Cordy laughed, tugging him towards the elevator. \u201cCome on Broody, let\u2019s get out of here.\u201d<\/p>\n

—<\/p>\n

They drove more or less in silence, the ocean wind whipping through Cordelia\u2019s now natural hair as it breezed over the windshield of Angel\u2019s convertible, her wig tossed into the backseat. Her mind was full of the evening\u2019s events, her body still throbbing with hot jealousy, anger simmering just beneath the surface, and something else\u2026<\/p>\n

It *had* pissed her off, outraged her beyond belief the moment Eve had laid her filthy little hands on Angel. It helped that Angel was less than interested but he was hers, HERS dammit, and the very thought that that skank had EVER been anywhere near him –<\/p>\n

Well she\u2019d damn well shown her.<\/p>\n

Cordy clenched her fists, glancing across the seat at Angel. He was so beautiful in the moonlight, dark-eyed and strong jawed, muscles taut, flexed under his shirt as both hands rested on the wheel. Amongst the jealousy and the rage, the foreign emotion made itself known \u2013 desire, pure and raw, as it coursed through her veins, her hands itching to touch, her body humming, craving him like a drug.<\/p>\n

Cordy licked her lips.<\/p>\n

She slid across the seat, pressing an innocent kiss to his cheek. A smile curled Angel\u2019s lips and he turned his head, kissing her briefly on the forehead, never taking his eyes off the road. Cordy smirked, an evil glint in her eye that was lost on him.<\/p>\n

She leaned up, her teeth nipping at Angel\u2019s earlobe. The vampire glanced down at her quizzically but Cordy only allowed a soft, feminine tilt of her lips before she returned to his ear, her tongue painting a question mark around it. She bathed the spot beneath his ear with the tip of her tongue, making him jolt in his seat.<\/p>\n

\u201cCor – \u201d He warned.<\/p>\n

She ignored him, nibbling at his throat, her hand smoothing over his chest and creeping through the parted material between the buttons. Her fingers flicked over a nipple and he jerked again, the car swerving slightly along the road.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019re gonna have an accident.\u201d He growled.<\/p>\n

\u201cHmm,\u201d Cordy pressed her breasts against him, loving the way another growl vibrated through his body. \u201cI think *you\u2019re* the only the one who\u2019s gonna have an accident\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Her hand fluttered over his knee, then slid sensually up his inner thigh, closer and closer to his \u2013<\/p>\n

Cordy grabbed onto his leg as the car swerved dangerously in an arc. Angel gripped the wheel, trying to regain control as it jerked roughly, veering off the road and onto the sand. He shoved the break, stopping inches from the ocean, its waves just lapping at the Plymouth\u2019s wheels.<\/p>\n

Cordy sucked in a breath and glanced at him, expecting to receive the tongue lashing of the century. But Angel only wrapped a hand around the slim circumference of her thigh, pulling it over his lap so she was straddling him.<\/p>\n

\u201cCome here.\u201d He growled, seconds before her lips were plundered. An inferno ignited almost immediately in her womb and she whimpered, sliding her hands through his hair and holding him to her. Her mouth tilted, burying into his, wet and hot and bruising. She gasped against his cheek when she pulled away to breathe, throwing her head back as his lips trailed down her throat.<\/p>\n

Angel nipped at her collarbone, jerking the strap of her dress down her shoulder. His hand slid down her chest and settled over her heart as he roughly pushed the bra out of the way, rubbing a nipple beneath his palm.<\/p>\n

\u201cHarder.\u201d Cordy rasped, shuddering and pushing herself into his hands as he suckled at her other breast, arousal flushing through her body.<\/p>\n

Her arms curled around his shoulders, her open mouth trailing messy kisses over his temple, cheek and ear. She bit down roughly onto his jaw and Angel growled, delicious vibrations humming across the surface of her skin. She did it again and this time the reaction sent a shockwave of desire though her, as his hips jerked into hers. His tongue swirled around her nipple and she groaned, grinding down onto his lap.<\/p>\n

Angel\u2019s hand fisted in her hair and he dragged her lips back to his, slamming their mouths together, rough and desperate and mind-blowing. Cordy made quick work of his belt buckle, jerking the belt out of its loops and throwing it to the side. Angel\u2019s hands dragged the dress up her thighs, his hands palming her ass as she bucked against him.<\/p>\n

She pulled the zipper down, freeing him in her palm. Her fingers stroked him, always the tease as she licked the exposed patch of skin beneath his collar. Angel circled her wrists with his hands, jerking them away as he grabbed her rocking hips, lifting her and pushing her panties to the side, impaling her on his erection.<\/p>\n

Cordy cried out, her forehead resting against Angel\u2019s as the sensation of once again being filled by him consumed her. For a moment, she did nothing but stare into his eyes, her breathing heavy as her chest rose and fell against his still one. Angel cupped her cheek and warmth accompanied the lust in his eyes then, as he gently kissed her.<\/p>\n

They began to move as one, his hips rocking against hers, creating a rhythm. The waves crashed against the shore as Angel sipped kisses from Cordy\u2019s mouth, his palms sliding over her shoulders, her waist, lightly tickling her stomach and coming to rest on her hips as he guided her movements.<\/p>\n

Cordelia wound her arms around him, nails scratching lightly at the hair at the nape of his neck, loving the way he purred, low in his throat. He thrust up, his body bouncing against her clit and she flinched in pleasure, flinging her head back. Angel pressed a kiss to her chin, sucked at her throat leaving a light mark. She clung to him, riding him wild and hard as the wind swirled around them.<\/p>\n

He smoothed his palms over her cheeks, pushing strands of hair behind her ear and kissing her there, suckling the lobe into his mouth. She moaned loudly so he did it again, this time sliding his fingers between them to that slick, hot place inside her. Cordy screamed, wave after wave of pleasure radiating through her as the orgasm racked her body, her hands fisted tightly in Angel\u2019s shirt.<\/p>\n

She leaned forward, her forehead making contact with his, hips still rocking against his as he neared the edge, gritting his teeth. Cordy flicked her tongue against his lips, pressed a kiss to his cheekbone and slammed her hips into his. Angel groaned, holding her tight against him, pounding erratically now as he reached the brink. With a wicked smile Cordelia bit down at the curve of his throat. Hard.<\/p>\n

He came with a shout, burying his face in her neck and riding it out, his hands alternately clenching and unclenching against her waist. He peppered her neck with kisses, mouth fluttering over the curve of her shoulder and collarbone. Cordy held him close, sighing when he nuzzled her cheek, pulling away just barely to look her in the eye.<\/p>\n

When she waggled her eyebrows at him, Angel laughed, kissing her mouth. \u201cYou\u2019re gonna be the death of me, Chase.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re already dead,\u201d Cordy smirked, nipping his lower lip, \u201cdumbass.\u201d<\/p>\n

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