Part 16<\/b><\/p>\n
Cordelia moved her fork around in her eggs. \u201cAngel?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen is Gunn coming over?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWesley said he was going to pick up some books that Wesley needed to research the notes, I gave him the contents of the last. Probably an hour.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you research a note? Hmmph. An hour.\u201d Cordelia nodded, shoving her plate away. \u201cSo, I guess you\u2019ll want your shirt back, uh.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll need it when I leave.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cordelia nodded,\u201d But you\u2019re not leaving for an hour, so perfect, uh?\u201d<\/p>\n
Angel looked at the graceful fingers unbuttoning his shirt, slowly exposing golden perfection. His body tensed as his mind deciphered Cordelia\u2019s actions. Angel was going to be able to touch and taste again. \u201cBed covered in sun. You don\u2019t believe in curtains, do you?\u201d<\/p>\n
Cordelia shrugged the shirt to the floor. \u201cI’m beginning to, I guess we can\u2019t leave downstairs.\u201d<\/p>\n
Angel\u2019s eyes darkened, moving slowly giving the woman a chance to change her mind. But she wasn\u2019t moving. Well, she was but not running away. Angel caught her waist in his hands covering the flesh as helped her off the stool.<\/p>\n
\u201cCordelia, you don\u2019t believe those polls do you?\u201d Angel gazed up into her eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt doesn\u2019t matter what I believe, not really, the fans that answer those things are the ones that pay my bills. They think I\u2019m fat, I\u2019m fat, they think my last haircut sucks, I change it,\u201d Cordelia shrugged. \u201cIt\u2019s the price I pay to be here, that\u2019s all.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s not right.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, no, maybe, but the truth is\u2026.I\u2019m in the entertainment business and the days of an actress saying screw you all and let me do my craft are gone, well, they are if you want to be rich, popular and famous.\u201d Cordelia shrugged. \u201cNow, it\u2019s all advertising and ratings and that is publicity and what people want. And, honestly, I\u2019m a celebrity rather than an actor. Vanessa Redgrave, I\u2019m not.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you\u2019re okay with that you? That\u2019s not you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cordelia looked at the vampire moving away, turning slowly, a sad smile on her face. \u201cOf course it is.\u201d She waved down her body. \u201cAll my life, I\u2019ve played to the crowds, at first just my parents, then their friends, then the kids at school, I was what I was because it was expected. And I was good at it. Now, on a broader scale the public that writes me letters and make my show a hit, expect something, so, I\u2019ll give it too them. That\u2019s what I am. Why aren\u2019t we making love?\u201d<\/p>\n
Angel stepped back resisting the urge to grab her in his arms. He wanted to feel her warmth. But, he wasn\u2019t sure about this. Cordelia had said something wasn\u2019t right. And in this instant Angel really had to agree with her. The woman he had enjoyed and wanted was the one that made him smile, the one that had showed independence, strength and sensuality, not the one that bowed to what was expected. That wasn\u2019t the Cordelia Chase he knew. But did he even know her. He wanted to.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you offering yourself because you think I expect it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGeez, what- it\u2019s now your turn to be hesitant and flighty. I want you because I just\u2026want you. That\u2019s all.\u201d<\/p>\n
Angel gazed at the young woman. So much in those hazel, glittering eyes. So much hidden, so much expressed. Angel suddenly realized he wanted it all. Angel reached out again, pulling the young body towards him. \u201cI want you. I need you as you really are, not what you think is expected.\u201d He growled, leaning into her lips, devouring the taste that he experienced the night before.<\/p>\n
Cordelia urged her tongue and lips to meet Angel\u2019s desire. Her hands moved up against the solid chest. She leaned in closer at Angel\u2019s growl as her fingernail rubbed his male nipple. She giggled as Angel pushed her up into his arms, her legs automatically wrapping around his waist.<\/p>\n
She whimpered as she held on. Angel moved them both towards the long couch.<\/p>\n
\u201cAngel.\u201d Cordelia asked softly as she was deposited on the leather furniture. Her body lay out, but Angel just knelt on the floor leaning over her.<\/p>\n
\u201cShh\u201d Angel lifted a hand. \u201cFat?\u201d he laughed, his tongue brushed against her lower lip. Angel laid a hand at Cordelia\u2019s neck, his palm and fingers trailing down along her soft skin. \u201cNot, fat, not skinny, very nice, very perfect, see,\u201d Angel urged Cordelia to look at his hand playing and cupping the full breast then moving as he pulled, tugged and fondled the layer of delectable flesh over the firm muscle of her stomach. Angel breathed in as he nuzzled into Cordelia\u2019s belly. \u201cIt\u2019s so soft, so strong, so warm. Perfect.\u201d He murmured as he nuzzled again.<\/p>\n
Cordelia blinked at the dark head rubbing against her. His voice sounded so sure so sad. She didn\u2019t want him to be sad. It\u2026was\u2026Cordelia didn\u2019t know. She just knew that she didn\u2019t want the vampire to be sad. It tugged at something deep inside her. Cordelia pulled at his hair. \u201cAngel, come back to me,\u201d she whispered, urging his face to hers. \u201cI\u2026it will be alright.\u201d<\/p>\n
Angel let her move him. Back to the those lips, lips that were soft and giving, ones that broke out into the most enticing smile the one that said the right words. Angel needed to possess them; maybe then he could find their wisdom.<\/p>\n
\u201cI want to be in you, I want to feel every part of you.\u201d Angel growled, all pretense gone, if it was ever there.<\/p>\n
Cordelia grabbed his jaw, her smile slight. \u201cYou\u2019re waiting for?\u201d her eyes twinkled.<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing, I guess.\u201d Angel smiled lunging, covering her body, guiding the long legs that had already moved to surround him. \u201c Cordy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNow you become Mr. Motor-Mouth?\u201d<\/p>\n
Angel chuckled deep in his throat or maybe it was a growl as his thrusts filled the young woman to the core.<\/p>\n
Cordelia gulped clutching her legs moving her hips.<\/p>\n
Angel met the movement, his thrusts creating a rhythm that Cordelia complemented. Angel wanted to yell out at the sounds of the gasps and whimpers vibrating in the woman as her body squeezed and teased him relentlessly.<\/p>\n
He leaned up trying to slow down, he was ready to burst and give in totally to the woman. Angel licked his lips and withdrew.<\/p>\n
\u201cAngel,\u201d Cordelia gasped.<\/p>\n
\u201cShh, baby,\u201d Angel kissed her forehead quickly, and then descended down her body with speed and purpose. He gasped, suckling at the warm center that he found. Angel clinched as the warm nectar sipped onto his tongue. He used the delicate folds for his pleasure as he made sure that the young woman\u2019s whimpers increased and became more wanton. This was almost perfect. Angel moved, ignoring Cordelia cry at the loss, he centered over her thrusting again.<\/p>\n
Angel growled as his name screamed out on the woman\u2019s lips and her thighs clenched tightly against him, her center violently shuttering around him.<\/p>\n
Cordelia stopped her scream against Angel\u2019s chest. Her body trembled, as Angel\u2019s thrusting finally crushed her with his spent body.<\/p>\n
***<\/p>\n
Angel\u2019s head jerked off the soft cushion at the sound of knocking.<\/p>\n
\u201cGunn.\u201d Cordelia said with a deep sigh.<\/p>\n
Angel groaned and hid his head back into the pillow of Cordy\u2019s malleable breasts.<\/p>\n
Cordelia giggled. \u201cHe\u2019s getting impatient.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m annoyed.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cordelia laughed. \u201cMove you big lug.\u201d Cordelia squirmed from underneath the larger body.<\/p>\n
Angel grunted rolling off the softness.<\/p>\n
Cordelia scooted away. \u201cShoes and jacket upstairs protected by the sun.\u201d She shot over her shoulder as she ran up the stairs.<\/p>\n
Angel sat on the floor his back against the couch watching the sun leave him. Angel wondered if the young woman knew how appropriate that tattoo was. He sighed and grabbed at his clothes.<\/p>\n
He glanced at the door. Gunn was yelling now.<\/p>\n
He jerked as his shoes and jacket came flying down the stairs.<\/p>\n
He picked them up as he went to the door.<\/p>\n
\u201cAngel.\u201d Gunn stomped in. \u201cIs everything all right?\u201d Gunn looked around the darkened room. \u201cWes said you sounded sane.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo other problems,\u201d Angel said safely from door\u2019s shadow.<\/p>\n
\u201cCool. Where\u2019s Cordy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cUpstairs. Did Wesley find out anything?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNaw, he couldn\u2019t find any translation to the words. He\u2019s back at the apartment re-reading for the millionth time the books on other dimensions that I was ordered to get. This shit is weird.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDimensions?\u201d<\/p>\n
Both men looked up as Cordelia descended into the room, blood red silk wrapping her body.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you telling me that my stalker isn\u2019t your everyday crazy-type? Damn. I wanted him to be everyday crazy. Hmmph.\u201d<\/p>\n
Gunn coughed. \u201cDon\u2019t know, but Wes thinks the possibility exists.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cordelia handed Angel a blanket. \u201cIn case of sunburn.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you.\u201d Angel took the blanket and his shoes back to the sofa. Once full dressed he got up. \u201cGunn\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
The other man nodded. \u201cI saw a garage. Cordy could you open it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cUh. OH, sure.\u201d Cordelia went to a panel in the kitchen. \u201cUm. Here,\u201d she scrambled through a drawer. \u201cIt’s kind of full.\u201d Handing the black man a key. \u201cYou\u2019ll need to move one of the cars, if you want to bring Angel\u2019s in.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThanks.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cordelia waited until Gunn disappeared back outside before she went to Angel. \u201cI guess you won\u2019t need the blanket then.\u201d<\/p>\n
Angel shook his head. \u201cI don\u2019t think you should go out.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cordelia raised her brow. \u201cWell, I do, I\u2019ve commitments.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGunn will go with you.\u201d Angel scowled.<\/p>\n
\u201cFine.\u201d Cordelia glared at the vampire\u2019s expression then relented to a small questioning smile. \u201cBut, you\u2019re protecting me tonight right?\u201d<\/p>\n
Angel didn\u2019t say a word; he just moved encompassing the young woman in his arms, answering her question with a deep kiss.<\/p>\n
Cordelia stepped back, her tongue rubbing her lips. \u201cGood.\u201d She smiled.<\/p>\n
Angel studied the woman, his hand on the tie of her robe. \u201cYou ARE trying to kill me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, you like it.\u201d She motioned to her garment.<\/p>\n
Angel moved to bring the smiling woman closer and stopped as he heard Gunn\u2019s footsteps.<\/p>\n
\u201cTonight.\u201d Angel growled grabbing his jacket and heading for the door the other man beckoned him to.<\/p>\n
Part 17<\/b><\/p>\n
\u201cDid you believe him?\u201d Lilah asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cI think that final scream there in the end convinced me. Torture, Lilah? Wasn\u2019t that just a bit over the top? He\u2019s a client.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cProfessor Sidel hadn’t been a client for years. Anyway, had to be sure.\u201d Lilah perched on the corner of Lindsay\u2019s desk flipping through an old book. \u201cSo, the Professor hasn\u2019t been playing \u2018hide the promising student in a swirling hole\u2019 in awhile and he hasn\u2019t shared his \u2018hobby\u2019 with anyone else.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe clairvoyants have tracked recent hot spots-though, none strong enough to support the contention of a large portal opening. The last one they sensed of any strength was about six months ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe the stalker popped through then and can\u2019t find the way home with his princess, thereby curing his frustration by writing badly composed little notes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPossible, or maybe he\u2019s using the small breaks in the hot spots for mail delivery until he can open a larger portal.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe could sit here and speculate all day. We need a plan of action- Holland\u2019s getting impatient.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t tell me what I already know, I\u2019m not one of your boy toy assistants, remember that.\u201d Lindsay retorted. \u201cLook, Cordelia\u2019s been watched ever since the first letter showed up and there has been no sign of any one following her or watching her. The stalker can\u2019t be in this dimension, one of our men would\u2019ve seen him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lilah flipped through the book again. \u201cIf he\u2019s trying to open a portal, let\u2019s help him,\u201d holding up the book. \u201cThe Professor\u2019s book is full of equations.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe don\u2019t know what dimension or equation.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo them all, starting with the ones he\u2019s used most recently. The Professor has been fiddling with dimensions for the past 6 years, only stopping within the last year, must have had an exceptionally below par class the last couple of semesters. Chances are one of those portals some how brought the allure of Ms. American Pie to the attention of the stalker. If we\u2019re lucky, maybe he\u2019ll pop out and we can hand him Cordelia and say bye bye to her and whatever connection she has with the vampire with a soul.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLuck.\u201d Lindsay shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you have a better idea?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d Lindsay conceded.<\/p>\n
Lilah nodded. “How’s it going on the other front?”<\/p>\n
“Not too bad. But it will take more than a few unflattering articles to put a dent in her popularity. Rebecca Lowell has been some help.”<\/p>\n
“That 20 year old wanna be is still around?”<\/p>\n
“Fighting age like the classy lady she isn\u2019t. More than willing to spread trite and gossip for a youth restoration spell.”<\/p>\n
“She does know that those spells are only temporary and the body is older when the magic wears off.”<\/p>\n
“That’s my problem, how?” Lindsay raised a brow. “The real help are the reporters that will do anything for money.”<\/p>\n
“Not that I care, but how will damaging Cordelia’s career help us?”<\/p>\n
“She was a mega-star without Angel’s presence in her life, with it she’s plummeting. Maybe she’ll break the connection herself.”<\/p>\n
“You’re assuming she has the brains to figure it out the correlation.”<\/p>\n
“I’ll agree that Cordelia Chase is no rocket scientist. But, she does have an instinct for survival and popularity. She’ll figure it out.”<\/p>\n