Part 18<\/p>\n
Angel slowly got to his feet. He went silently through the darkness of the hotel until he reached the sewer entrance.<\/p>\n
***<\/p>\n
Angel stood in the darkest corner of Cordy’s room staring at the beautiful woman her arms curled in the pillow and her legs sprawled wide and loose on the bed. Angel would give his soul to be able to just crawl in between and rest forever. But he couldn’t.<\/p>\n
He moved sitting on the edge of the bed, his hand reaching for the smooth shoulder laid bare to his touch. “Cordy.”<\/p>\n
“Angel?” Cordy squinted and moved to sit up.<\/p>\n
“I couldn’t sleep.” He brushed the tendrils that covered her sleepy face.<\/p>\n
“Oh. Nightmares, still.”<\/p>\n
“You weren’t there.”<\/p>\n
“Come here,” she scooted patting at the bed.<\/p>\n
“No. Anita’s now, please.” His fingers teasing up the length of her arm. “Please. I need you, now.”<\/p>\n
“Angel, I…okay.” she smiled, caressing his solemn face. “If it will get that brood look off your face.”<\/p>\n
“Hurry.”<\/p>\n
***<\/p>\n
Wesley sat at the table studying the spell Wolfram & Hart used to possibly break the enchantment. From its content it seemed of Lilliad in origin. But, if that were true it would only affect any ‘no’ violence portion of the enchantment. \u2018No\u2019 violence couldn\u2019t be what protects Angel\u2019s soul that would only protect Cordelia if he did lose it.<\/p>\n
Wesley didn\u2019t understand, the Enchanted Room maximizes pleasure, not at all a safe thing for Angel to experience with Cordelia. Yet, obviously, the enchantment worked. Wesley needed to get a copy of the exact spell. Wesley glared at the phone, he wanted to rush out to Anita\u2019s now and force the brothel owner to give him the information she wouldn\u2019t give him over the phone. Wesley pondered the material again and then looked at his watch for umpteenth time.<\/p>\n
Part 19<\/b><\/p>\n
“How much time do we have,” Cordy asked.<\/p>\n
“As long as we need.” Angel held her hand pulling her into the enchanted room.<\/p>\n
“That could be for a very long while,” Cordelia smiled and then frowned as she looked around. “Hey, Anita took away all the furniture except the bed. Hey, is that a new bed?”<\/p>\n
“I guess unbridled lust was getting expensive.” Angel grabbed her arm, drawing her attention back to him.<\/p>\n
“Hmmph.” Cordelia turned back into Angel’s chest. “So now what? There goes all your fantasies. You’ll have to think of more.”<\/p>\n
“I’ve plenty.” Angel smiled, drawing his hands up to the crown of her head, slowly caressing down parting the strains of her hair with his fingers, breathing in deeply catching every ounce of flavor that was the woman before him.<\/p>\n
Tenderly with great care, he caressed down her shoulders along her arms, taking time, the pads of his fingers pressing into the flesh to ensure that what he sensed was real.<\/p>\n
“Angel?”<\/p>\n
“Shh, #1, slow-just loving you,\u201d his hands kept traveling feeling along underneath her arms as he lifted in the air; with palm and fingertips Angel tugged at the material of her shirt, pulling it up over her head.<\/p>\n
Angel’s callous thumbs padded the softness underneath lace, while his dark stare captured the hidden breasts.<\/p>\n
“Back.”<\/p>\n
“Shh, Cordy, I can figure it out, just let me undress you, let me love you, now shush.” He whispered.<\/p>\n
“I….” Cordy shifted slightly, feeling ridiculously nervous as his eyes caressed and the softness of his voice surrounded her.<\/p>\n
“Shh.” Angel\u2019s hands traveled back up to her shoulders, sliding the material off the shoulders, planting small kisses at the smoothness bared.<\/p>\n
The lace fell on the floor between their bodies. Wide thumbs came back to the breast pushing small circles around the tips, pressing them into hard points. A cool tongue joined the thumbs, causing Cordelia gasp and jerk.<\/p>\n
A palm went immediately went to the sun and steadied Cordelia’s stance. Cordelia closed her eyes losing herself in the sensations, palms, finger, blunt nails, lips, teeth and tongue were all bombarding her skin, swirling, pressing, igniting. Goosebumps appeared as cool air hit her lower body and embers burnt within, her hands went to broad strong shoulders as each leg was lifted and uncovered. The hands remained clutched as the sensation moved lower.<\/p>\n
Angel took his time, living in the moments of each piece of skin he touched and tasted. He needed every flavor, scent, smoothness, beauty, gasp imprinted forever in his senses. With care and love he made Cordelia’s essence his own.<\/p>\n
Angel knelt, smooth hands in the dip of her waist his face nuzzled in her belly rubbing marking her body with his scent and taste and that’s how he carried her, Cordelia\u2019s legs tight around his torso, his mouth tasting her skin.<\/p>\n
Angel lifted up from the bed, divesting his own clothes with much less care and a lot more speed, his eyes never leaving the beautiful woman on the bed. He moved slower as he slid up along her pliant body, his weight pushing Cordelia further into the mattress, his larger frame covering the smaller more supple one. With gentle sure movement he widened the access and entered the warmth, still slow and gentle.<\/p>\n
Cordelia whimpered at each long thrust. Angel\u2019s pelvic and base of his penis struck and stroked her with every smooth push. The rhythm was steady, not hard, not soft just steady hitting its goal every time. It was the tick of a clock, the chiming of a bell, the blows of a hammer in a master craftsman\u2019s hands, a drip from a faucet, never deviating never pausing just sparking contact continuously at the same incessant pace. It was driving her crazy. Cordelia tried to claw at his back to force him to move quicker, harder, his hands thrust her flaying hands overhead locking them to the bed.<\/p>\n
She tried to buck her hips but his stronger ones kept her in place. She tried to kiss up at his face, but Angel moved slightly, never allowing contact. Her blurry hazel eyes pleaded with her voice to the unyielding gaze of deep brown. The wave building inside her advanced at the same relentless pace, never jarring but slow and sweet and unbearable as it grew spreading and pushing up at her skin. Cordelia needed it to end unless she burst at every nerve. Her gasps became whimpers of need. She gulped her tears in relief as the brown stare lowered leaning down to taste her tears with his lips, whispering words to soothe.<\/p>\n
\u201cShh, honey, follow it through, you can go higher, don\u2019t fight it, just feel it,\u201d hands as calming as the kisses and words caressed tense skin. Relaxing the body as the inner pleasure pulsated with each rapid heart beat, drawing out the pleasure bringing it to a high-prolonged peak.<\/p>\n
\u201cAngel, please,\u201d Cordelia choked.<\/p>\n
\u201cShh, baby, you can take just a little bit further,\u201d<\/p>\n
Cordelia\u2019s head writhed on the bed, tears falling. Angel leaned in again, capturing her mouth, his tongue thrusting in the same rhythm. Cordelia whimpered into his mouth, her nails creating small blood spots on the hard shoulders, urging him to end it to let her crash to the ground.<\/p>\n
Angel\u2019s palm smoothed down the tightening flesh reaching their joining, his knowing finger joined his thrusts, not in accompaniment but in contradiction. The conflicting pressure brought a scream to Cordelia\u2019s lips, the scream turned to a choke as the both pressures went away suddenly and her inner contractions of relief halted, the spiraling crash wavered in ache. Cordelia clawed cool skin as the pressure rebuilt soaring this time, as Angel\u2019s nicked and teased at the hot extended bud between her folds. Angel kissed at the swollen red lips of her center, not stopping until he felt the jerk of the contractions begin again.<\/p>\n
Cordelia let out a gasp of breath at the emptiness. Angel was up and back in her before she could whimper at the loss of contact. \u201cAngel\u201d crying, her nails like spikes in his back.<\/p>\n
\u201cNow, together, Cordelia,\u201d Angel groaned bucking and thrusting in no rhythm just moving to finding purchase. Cordelia held tighter lifting her hips frantically, squeezing and pumping, deferring her own need for release to push Angel closer. What was once silent lovemaking became vigorous, sounds of slapping sweaty flesh driving towards mutual gratification vibrated in the room. The measured pleasure that had built up in Cordelia that had see sawed with such unbearable bliss plummeted into a choked cry as Angel jammed into her once again, setting off his own shout of completion. Cordelia fell into the mattress her body spent and limp, Angel fell harder his shuddering weight digging her in deeper.<\/p>\n
Cordelia hands still lay around the solid back, no longer clawing but caressing her moist face rubbing ragged breaths up into Angel\u2019s chest.<\/p>\n
Angel shifted, moving slightly keeping her close.<\/p>\n
\u201cAngel,\u201d Hazel eyes fluttered at the dark heavy stare.<\/p>\n
\u201cShh, rest for now, we\u2019ve plenty of time,\u201d he whispered. \u201cI love you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMe, too,\u201d she huddled, her body still tingling, half on him and half on the mattress.<\/p>\n
Angel closed his eyes and waited. Hearing her gentle smooth breaths, he got up and went to stand up against the wall, arms across his chest.<\/p>\n
He waited for what seemed like an eternity and went back to the bed. He sat, caressing, urging Cordelia to awake. He couldn\u2019t help but smile at the Cheshire cat grin Cordelia gave him as she fluttered her eyes open. \u201cHi.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHi,\u201d he leaned in to kiss her nose, her eyes and finally her lips. She kept smiling accepting every ministration.<\/p>\n
\u201cI like #1, how many does that leave.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cToo many for you little girl,\u201d the vampire laughed.<\/p>\n
Part 20<\/b><\/p>\n
Wesley sat down in relief, he was finally able to kick Lilah out. He looked at the book, rifling through the pages. He should go back to his office, getting up preparing to close the book. Wesley sat down and read the chapter that caught his eye.<\/p>\n
An hour later Wesley leaned back, then lurching forward as he saw the clock. He grabbed the book and ran. He really did need to get back to the office.<\/p>\n
***<\/p>\n
\u201cOw,\u201d Cordelia complained.<\/p>\n
\u201cSorry, baby,\u201d The vampire leaned into plant a cool kiss over the nipple he had tweaked too hard.<\/p>\n
\u201cSweet and now Mr. Roughhouse,\u201d Cordelia cocked a teasing brow.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you want me to stop,\u201d He perched up on her chest, his fingers stopping the exploration of her inner folds.<\/p>\n
\u201cDork, you know, I don\u2019t.\u201d She giggled clamping down on the two fingers teasing her.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, I do, you have the wettest cunt. It\u2019s really quite an ego-booster, don\u2019t even have to work at it, put a finger anywhere and next you\u2019re an inferno, and God, I love a good fire,\u201d he winked pushing up to grab her lips.<\/p>\n
Cordelia jerked back at his smirk. \u201cAngel.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, darling,\u2026\u201d She blinked and gasped as the vampire\u2019s fingers did an amazing flick to her sensitized center causing her nerves to vibrate.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were saying, Cordelia, or does a vampire have your tongue, or rather your clit.\u201d He tweaked again.<\/p>\n
\u201cAhh.\u201d Cordelia gasped out in pain as her body shuddered in another orgasm.<\/p>\n
He leaned up. \u201cIt\u2019s always amazing how at the moment of pleasure, pain always seems to find a place.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAngel,\u201d Cordy sat up her legs still trembling, her heart beating rabidly.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, Cordy dear,\u201d The vampire stroked both her arms, lifting them.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2026.\u201d She started to stammer.<\/p>\n
\u201cCordy, I don\u2019t have your clit anymore, no reason to choke on your words. You so like your words don\u2019t you,\u201d He jerked her arms up, thrusting them to the bed rails.<\/p>\n
Cordelia didn\u2019t have time to resist before she heard the click of the manacles. She tugged at the restraints that now locked her to the bed.<\/p>\n
\u201cNew fantasy.\u201d The vampire sat up, tracing a finger down her chest to her stomach. \u201cActually, very old one. Got it right around the time, I saw you in so much pain, fighting off those hidden horrors, so helpless, so sad. A good fuck would\u2019ve been about perfect then. What do you think? Would you have liked it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNO.\u201d She squeezed her eyes shut at the laughing vampire beside her, her arms tugging at the bed.<\/p>\n
\u201cNew- iron. I might\u2019ve even had trouble with this one. Probably the point,\u201d He leaned down, \u201cYou don\u2019t have a hope. Unless.\u201d He shot up. \u201cDo the glowy thing. Can you, come on. Try it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d Cordelia jerked her head to the rails she was locked to. \u201cNo, no, no, no,\u201d she whimpered pulling her knees to her chest in attempt to get in the fetal position. \u201cIt wasn\u2019t a dream,\u201d she mumbled into the pillow, which she stuck her face, pressing harder, and harder trying not to breath.<\/p>\n
The naked vampire shot of the bed, \u201cWhat wasn\u2019t a dream?\u201d He stared at Cordelia trying to suffocate herself in feathers.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat wasn\u2019t a dream?\u201d He yanked her head up.<\/p>\n
Cordelia jerked her head away. The vampire brought it back to his face. \u201cThe dream you had of Angelus\u2026.of me wasn\u2019t a dream?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLet me go,\u201d she cried, trying to bring her body closer into a ball.<\/p>\n
\u201cTalk to me,\u201d the vampire pulled at her hair.<\/p>\n
Hazel eyes marred with heavy red lines glared. \u201cVision, dumb ass.\u201d<\/p>\n
The vampire grabbed at his pants shoving them on. \u201cVision.\u201d He leaned up against the wall searching the room. He took a depth breath and moved back towards the chained woman. \u201cNot batting a thousand on those things are you. Skip- a good guy, here a safe place- uh, no. Maybe the Powers are trying to get rid of you, you know kidnapped by Wolfram & Hart, here with me. All visions that you screwed up biiiiig time, maybe they did it on purpose, or maybe sex addles your brain. You were fucking Groozilla on the first one, and hey now your fucking me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot you, never you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHate to break it to you, darlin,\u201d The vampire settled in next to Cordelia\u2019s curled body, \u201cbut those last couple of out of the world experiences were me. Thank you very much and the other\u2019s they were me too.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNO.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAhhh. Yes. Oh, all right, I did have the soul for most of them, but the last couple of screaming wails were from yours truly, once that slow joyful soul releasing crap was taken care of. What? All vampires gray in the dark? I bet you swore that you could tell the difference, didn\u2019t you? Miss perfect fucking Cordelia knew the souled vamp so well, that she could tell in a blink when the soul was gone. Honey, you didn\u2019t. I had to tell, if I hadn\u2019t we\u2019d still be fucking.\u201d<\/p>\n
The vampire slumped back. \u201cNot necessarily the smartest decision I\u2019ve made. I could do with some more home cookin\u2019, you are tasty, but then again, it was getting tiring pretending. Now, I can do what I want. What do you think about that?\u201d He plucked at Cordelia\u2019s chin.<\/p>\n
Cordelia glared, her tears dried.<\/p>\n
\u201cTalk to me or this could get really unpleasant. Just say a word.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cordelia gulped. \u201cWhy would I want to talk to you, Angelus?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was more than a word, very good, for a minute there I thought you lost your spunk.\u201d He pecked her on the cheek, laughing as Cordelia flinched away. \u201cFirst, you can call me Angel that\u2019s how all my friends and loved ones know me now. And souled I pretty much killed any friend or lover I had way back when, wait, I didn’t have any friends. How, lonely, I\u2019ll just have to reacquaint myself with the ones I have now.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou aren\u2019t Angel.\u201d<\/p>\n
The vampire cocked his head. \u201cYes, I am. I could say I\u2019m Angelus, but that connotes an 18th century vampire that was hung up in Darla\u2019s skirts. Now, I like to think I\u2019ve grown- it\u2019s the 21st century, goddamn it. If my souled self could change the name, I can- we are the same.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNO.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat from the girl who thought she knew all my dark secrets, wrongo, babe. What\u2019s in me has always been in me- a demon. The soul just made the demon pitiful, dorky and VERY angry. So, back to my friends\u2026.oh and my son.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cordelia jerked kicking her feet at the vampire, the vampire grabbed at the swinging legs crushing them on his lap. \u201cSo, you don\u2019t think they\u2019ll like me\u2026.not even sweet Fred, she seemed so positive that I wasn\u2019t a beast.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGod damn you,\u201d Cordelia flinched; she twisted and fought to get loose. Suddenly she stilled, she closed her eyes, the power was starting to churn and boil within. Focus on strength not the fear, the power; she thrust her hand up against the metal bars.<\/p>\n
The vampire jumped back as Cordelia\u2019s hand and bars began to glow.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay, stop that.\u201d He slapped her, knocking the glowing hand loose from the bars.<\/p>\n
***<\/p>\n
Wesley ran straight to his office. Damn, he stared at the computer. He looked at the clock; it wasn\u2019t the time to wake Fred. He wasn\u2019t deficient. He clicked the mouse grateful that Jenny Calendar\u2019s disc was still on the screen.<\/p>\n
He praised Fred for not turning the computer off. He scanned, scrolling for the part he needed. He turned flipping the pages of the book Lilah got him. He was right. The there were two tribes involved and two curses.<\/p>\n
The young girl that Angelus killed had parents from both. Unusual and Wesley was sure that love story was a tale, but it made sense. He read again. The maternal side, Jenny Calendar\u2019s ancestors, planned the curse that was inflicted on Angelus. The other though would\u2019ve given the vampire a permanent soul. He read more.<\/p>\n
Malochav\u2019s tribe, the paternal side believed that either Angelus should be hunted and killed or cursed with a permanent soul, if that was the route the combined council directed. The existence of a tentative soul with a curse may bring more suffering but it also brought the threat of Angelus emerging again. They would not stand for that possibility. Death or soul permanency and the guilt that went with it was their vote.<\/p>\n
Wesley signed, thinking of all the people and heartache that could\u2019ve been saved if the combined gypsy council had chosen Malochav\u2019s spell. Wesley flipped through some more pages very gratified to see the spell hidden between herb potions, healing elixirs and other magic of the girl\u2019s paternal parent\u2019s tribe.<\/p>\n
Wesley leaned back. \u201cEureka,\u201d he whispered, calming his voice. He had to tell Angel now. Wesley looked at the clock. Screw it, Angel was a vampire. Wesley ran up the stairs. He looked, blinked, and yelled.<\/p>\n
Fred, Gunn and Lorne all ran at the sound vibrating along the hall walls.<\/p>\n
\u201cWesley.\u201d Fred ran up first, looking into Angel\u2019s room. \u201cWhere\u2019s Angel?\u201d<\/p>\n
Wesley turned to Fred gripping her forearms. \u201cCall Cordy now, keep calling until she answers.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWesley?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNOW.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHey,\u201d Gunn stepped.<\/p>\n
Wesley brushed away the intimidation. \u201cGunn, go get all of the tranquilizer guns and darts ready now. GO.\u201d<\/p>\n
Gunn stared at Wesley then looked at Angel\u2019s empty room. \u201cGone.\u201d He ran.<\/p>\n
\u201cMuffin,\u201d Lorne said, \u201cYou\u2019re\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cScrew the analysis, take this spell to the Furies.\u201d Wesley shoved the spell manufactured by Wolfram & Hart. \u201c Make them tell you if its valid, if it is make them stop it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lorne looked at the paper. \u201cThe girls like their beauty sleep. 2000 years old they need it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s a spell that counteracts the effects of The Enchanted Room at Anita\u2019s, the place where Angel and Cordy have been having I imagine happy sex for the last few weeks, Wolfram & Hart have already done it. It\u2019s my understanding that the Furies had a part in devising the enchantment, I\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lorne ripped the spell out of Wesley\u2019s hand. \u201cNo need to hear more- I\u2019m gone like the wind, off like a prom dress, I\u2019ll make like a banana and split,\u201d Lorne recited hurrying back to his room, \u201cWon\u2019t even take the time to coordinate.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFred.\u201d<\/p>\n
The young woman held the cell phone up coming back in the hall, \u201cNo one\u2019s answering.\u201d She shrugged.<\/p>\n
\u201cDamn. Come with me.\u201d Wesley grabbed her arm pulling her back to his office.<\/p>\n
***<\/p>\n
\u201cMan, Wes,\u201d Gunn placed all the weapons on the desk.<\/p>\n
\u201cWesley, I\u2019ve got the ingredients, but\u2026why\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
Wesley yanked off his glasses, rubbing his forehead. \u201cAngel and Cordelia have been meeting secretly at a brothel, having intercourse in an enchanted room.\u201d He held up his hand. \u201cIt\u2019s been verified, and it has also been safe up until now. Wolfram & Hart found out and have interfered with the spell. The spell that they are using is untested, but if it works it will make the room powerless. Both Angel and Cordelia are unaware of this. I\u2019ve given the spell to Lorne; he\u2019s gone to the Furies, with the hope that if it is indeed effective, they can restore the original spell. This,\u201d he held up the bag that Fred had given him,\u201d are the ingredients to a spell that will restore Angel\u2019s soul permanently. Those and these,\u201d Wesley threw stakes and crossbows on to the dart guns, \u201care if we are too late and Angelus makes an appearance.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFred, Angel\u2019s not here, Cordy\u2019s not at home. We can\u2019t trust them on this. We can\u2019t. If it happens, Cordelia is dead, and then so many more, including us.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMount up,\u201d Gunn said without any more hesitation, lugging the bag of weapons on his shoulders.<\/p>\n