Part 30<\/b><\/p>\n
\u201cSo,\u201d Cordelia turned to the vampire in the shadows. \u201cWhatcha want to do now?\u201d<\/p>\n
What Angel wanted was to know why Cordelia thought the Groosalugg was \u2018familiar\u2019 why she kissed him. He wanted to know why his borrowed blood still churned at the thought. He wanted to know where the hell the Plyea champion got the idea that he would hurt the beautiful woman. Angel wanted to know why he needed to be with this woman.<\/p>\n
He wanted to know what he was feeling for her. Angel wanted to not think anymore and just feel her warmth around him. Angel stopped thinking and went to what he needed.<\/p>\n
Cordelia gulped and gasped breaths as Angel\u2019s mouth finally ceased it\u2019s relentless devouring of her welcoming lips.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do want Cordelia,\u201d he said lowly his broad hands cupped her face.<\/p>\n
Cordelia licked at her reddened lips. \u201cI want to go into the other bedroom, I don\u2019t like this one anymore.\u201d Delicate teeth chewed on the full bottom lip. \u201cIt\u2019s got curtains too.\u201d<\/p>\n
Angel\u2019s eyes darkened as he picked up the young woman, cradling her legs around him his lips once again attacking hers. Cordelia met the hard kiss with equal want and desire; she squirmed adjusting her body closer.<\/p>\n
Angel stumbled as her hands worked their way under his sweater. He pulled his lips away trying to concentrate on moving his feet and their rubbing bodies to the other room. \u201cIt\u2019s not far is it?\u201d He groaned, bringing his head and lips into her neck.<\/p>\n
\u201cAcross the hall, short, quick, hurry.\u201d She pressed up and down with her hips as her arms held on the to strength of the vampire holding her.<\/p>\n
\u201cShort, quick and hurry, is going to be impossible if you keep that up.\u201d Angel growled, moving his feet in the direction Cordelia had indicated.<\/p>\n
\u201cHurry,\u201d she whined, releasing her arms and tightening her legs. Angel automatically tightened his hands around her waist. Cordelia moved her free arms taking them to her shirt and pulling throwing the garment to the floor of the hall once it was free of her body.<\/p>\n
\u201cChrist,\u201d Angel grumbled as he looked at the golden full breasts pressed to his chest. He stepped quicker. \u201cGet the door.\u201d He growled. Angel wasn\u2019t about to stop his hands journey over Cordelia\u2019s exposed flesh.<\/p>\n
Cordelia giggled as she leaned down, one hand clutching on to Angel\u2019s shoulder as the other turned the doorknob to the one of the many guest bedrooms in her house.<\/p>\n
\u201cSee, bed.\u201d She pointed to the king-size piece of furniture, \u201cand curtains.\u201d<\/p>\n
Angel laughed a choked growl. \u201cSee, woman on bed.\u201d Angel tossed Cordelia on to the mattress.<\/p>\n
Cordelia barely got an indignant hey out before Angel\u2019s body was on the bed next to her, pulling her back into his body.<\/p>\n
Cordelia curled into him, her hands going back up under his sweater, tugging it upward. \u201cMove, you dork. I want it off.\u201d She tugged harder as the material was trapped under his body.<\/p>\n
Angel chuckled, moving just enough.<\/p>\n
\u201cBetter,\u201d Cordelia signed staring at the bared hard chest. \u201cBeautiful,\u201d she whispered leaning in to attack the cool flesh with her lips and tongue.<\/p>\n
The growl vibrated resounding in Angel\u2019s chest. Cordelia giggled, but didn\u2019t stop, at the sound and slight movement. She just wiggled her hips closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy turn to be impatient.\u201d Angel said lowly, his hands finding the waistband of Cordelia\u2019s pants. \u201cAnd you don\u2019t even have to move.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cordelia leaned up at the sound of material tearing and the chill that breezed over her legs. \u201cI liked those pants.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo do I, off.\u201d He pulled her pouting face back to his lips, as his hands traveled quickly and possessively over all of the now exposed delicate flesh. His fingers drawn like magnets to the soft folds hidden in the juncture of smooth firm thighs.<\/p>\n
Cordelia whimpered softly into his embrace as Angel\u2019s fingers found their goal. She tensed almost immediately at the tender insistent strokes that tease and caused her nerves to jump under her skin.<\/p>\n
Cordelia swallowed, hips squirming and fingers latched on tightly to strong arms. She choked loudly as the nerves no longer jumped but fell in a downward tizzy, causing her muscles to tremble and her skin to flush and warm.<\/p>\n
\u201cAngel,\u201d she whispered, her breath raspy.<\/p>\n
\u201cShh, Cordy,\u201d Angel leaned in to capture whatever she was going to say. He didn\u2019t want to talk; he wanted to feel everything this beautiful woman had to offer. It would never be enough.<\/p>\n
Angel saw a kaleidoscope of warm colors in his minds eye. Reds, hot yellows and glowing oranges, fire. He felt alive, with every soft touch and whimpered sound. Angel moved his lips trying to catch the flames with his tongue.<\/p>\n
Cordelia dug into the mattress as Angel swirled his tongue, teasing her breast and his hands pressed and molded every bit of her flesh that they could touch. She stretched, arching her body closer giving him more to caress. The physical sensations were bringing tears to her eyes. Causing her to gasp and move, making her grab at any cool flesh she could capture. Her hands stalled at the feel of leather and material. She groaned yanking and pulling, getting frustrated at the barrier to her need.<\/p>\n
Angel turned to his side bringing Cordelia with him, his hands catching her frantic ones. He leaned suckling at the smooth underside of Cordelia\u2019s chin as his hands led her to his belt, guiding and helping her remove the last stitch of clothing between their bodies.<\/p>\n
Cordelia yelped in triumph as the annoying materials fell off the bed. She rolled onto the vampire\u2019s chest, leaning up, straddling Angel. She smiled down from her position of control, bringing a soft hand up from his chest trailing towards the strong planes of his face. \u201cI\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
Cordelia blinked, the haze of desire wanning briefly as something stronger took hold, she shook the feeling away and embraced the return of desire as Cordelia rethought, or rather forgot her thought and settled on her feelings of the moment. \u201cI want you Angel, now.\u201d She groaned moving her hips to tease Angel\u2019s own hard evidence of arousal.<\/p>\n
Angel growled his agreement, positioning his hands on Cordelia\u2019s hips pushing them down on to him. He groaned and shouted his growl as the tight heat surrounded him. This was as close to heaven he would ever get, the thought flickered quickly through his mind, the physical sensation of being encompassed overwhelmed anymore thought.<\/p>\n
Angel rocked pulling and pushing Cordelia into a rhythm that she was happy to maintain. Flashes of pleasure so intense they could be mistaken for agonizing torture built up from her toes, spreading out to her fingers and rushing to her brain.<\/p>\n
Angel felt the flesh that covered him boil and teeter; he soaked in the sensation, his hips thrusting harder at the encouragement. His body was cloaked in the hot colors and heat of fire. He buried himself in it, wanting each stroke to last longer. He pushed as Cordelia gasped out. She threw her head back in abandonment, letting Angel move them both, trusting where he was taking them and trusting that he would catch her when she broke.<\/p>\n
She moved until she couldn\u2019t, when the tingling and intense pleasure erupted shutting down her muscles, leaving nothing but overly sensitized nerve endings. Tears pooled in the corner of her eyes and she was turned. She gasped looking into the vampire\u2019s dark eyes. What? She couldn\u2019t tell\u2026desire\u2026definitely\u2026but wonder and amazement\u2026what? Thoughts flew as Angel thrusted driving into the very core of her being, causing ever cell in her body to burst. Her limbs fell as Angel pressed in shuddering as he thrust, growling and choking as his weight crushed into her. It was wonderful.<\/p>\n
Cordelia with great concentration raised her arms around the vampire. \u201cLove you,\u201d she whispered, no longer able to censure her thoughts or forget or not understand, she didn\u2019t care. This was right. Cordelia smiled softly as she hugged the vampire and closed her eyes.<\/p>\n
Angel waited cuddling the woman tight to him. He wouldn\u2019t think. He wouldn\u2019t worry. Not yet. He closed his eyes, gently caressing Cordelia\u2019s form. Once sure she was truly asleep, he moved slowly. Once free from the soft limbs and the bed, he hurried to collapse on the nearest chair and stared.<\/p>\n
Cordelia said she loved him. She couldn\u2019t have meant it. Sex, makes people say the strangest things. No, he convinced himself, she didn\u2019t. He groaned, capturing his falling head in his hands. It didn\u2019t matter what she felt. What matter was right now, Angel knew as impossible as it was he was very close to being very happy, too close.<\/p>\n
Angel pushed back leaning against the chair, remembering Cordelia- accepting him, cooking, if you could call it that, defending, trusting, making him smile and god forbid actually laugh. Cordelia had it. She had the power to make him forget. He could get lost in her. He could love her. Angel hid his face again. He could kill her.<\/p>\n
Silent tears formed in Angel\u2019s dark stare as he watched the woman. In less than a handful of days this woman gained the power to make him want to live and love again and he gained the one way that Angelus could reappear in his miserable life. Angel blinked away the tears.<\/p>\n
Visions, as long as he had the visions, he couldn\u2019t be happy or content or forget. But he hadn\u2019t had one in what seemed forever. How he needed one right now. Angel had to go. The vampire quickly pulled on his clothes, not wanting to leave, not wanting Cordelia to feel any pain or insecurity when she woke finding him gone.<\/p>\n
But he needed to think, really think and not rationalize or need.<\/p>\n
Part 31<\/b><\/p>\n
\u201cWell,\u201d Lilah leaned up against the doorframe of Lindsay\u2019s office.<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, I\u2019m going home for whatever is left of the night. I suggest you do the same. I\u2019ve this really burning sensation deep in my gut that both us will be summoned to Holland\u2019s office bright and early- and not for a celebratory continental breakfast or talk of quarterly bonuses.\u201d Lindsay stuffed some papers in his briefcase.<\/p>\n
Lilah nonchalantly studied her well-manicured fingers. \u201cOkay, so this particular little plan didn\u2019t work.\u201d She looked up. \u201cAre you absolutely positive that the reports the surveillance team sent in are correct?\u201d her ever present blas\u00e9 manner couldn\u2019t quite hide her need to search for hopeful straws.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey had pictures, Lilah.\u201d Lindsay glared, refusing to give any glimmering of a silver lining to the fiasco that had occurred. \u201cThe Groosalugg going in but not coming out, Wyndham-Price leaving with that side-kick of his. Angel staying after making a spectacular, violent, \u2018non-crazy\u2019 -may I add for the zillionth time \u2018NOT CRAZY\u2019-entrance, and one suggestively x-rated picture of the woman on everyone\u2019s mind with the big old smile giving her \u2018spoils\u2019 to the victor. So unless, our starring actress and vampire were planning to engage in a m\u00e9nage a trios with the loser, I\u2019d say the reports are valid. Just like the reports from the mystics that said that a \u2018big\u2019 portal opened and closed. My guess, Angel isn\u2019t sharing and the Groosalugg is home sweet home in Plyea.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lilah pushed herself up from the polished wooden frame of the doorway, settling back into her patented self-assured mode. \u201cYou don\u2019t think hooking up with a blank toast like \u2018Miss Emmy Winning Smile\u2019 isn\u2019t crazy?\u201d Lilah\u2019s fa\u00e7ade wilted a bit at Lindsay\u2019s hardened glare.<\/p>\n
\u201cFine, like I said it didn\u2019t work. We still have the mud campaign,\u201d rolling her eyes in concentrated effort to deny the problems of their situation.<\/p>\n
Lindsay slammed shut his briefcase. \u201cAnd as you so correctly pointed out, that wasn\u2019t working either.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you just say I was right,\u201d Lilah stepped into the office. \u201cThat deserves a drink.\u201d Lilah\u2019s attempt at denial slipped quickly into the \u2018how to fix it mode\u2019. She wanted to stay alive and would, but unfortunately this current situation wasn\u2019t, as proven, one that she could do alone, she needed Lindsay and she needed him to see the same.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t want to drink with you. Why would I want to do that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLindsay, a drink, or several, is just what the doctor ordered, we can drown our complaints, arrows and barbs and think of a new plan. I, for one, do not want to show up in Holland\u2019s office tomorrow without a plan \u2018C\u2019. How about you?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lindsay grunted, reluctantly acknowledging Lilah\u2019s proposition. \u201cFine, but you\u2019re buying.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou make more, you\u2019re buying.\u201d Lilah shot over her shoulder. \u201cBlame it on the glass ceiling.\u201d Lilah strode out of the office feeling a touch more secure about the whole situation.<\/p>\n
***<\/p>\n
Angel huddled in the worn leather armchair haphazardly placed in the main room of his and Wesley\u2019s apartment. He shouldn\u2019t have left Cordelia. She wasn\u2019t going to understand. Angel should\u2019ve done the right thing and explain that\u2026somehow\u2026they were getting to close.<\/p>\n
That Angel and Cordelia being together was becoming dangerous. Cordelia would understand that\u2026she had been in Sunnydale for Angelus\u2019 appearance. Angel couldn\u2019t believe that she would allow that risk to exist again. It was just\u2026Angel laid his head back against the leather. He couldn\u2019t stay and not have her presence surround him, near him.<\/p>\n
Small tears squeezed out from the corners of his eyes, remembering- feeling, had it only been two times that he had slept the night with her. With her body covering his, relaxed and limp in satisfied exhaustion. He wanted it back. How could he even begin to love her, she was Cordelia Chase, the spoiled teenager from Sunnydale. Angel\u2019s head fell to his hands.<\/p>\n
She was the woman that forced him to accept spices in his blood and bought curtains to make him safe. She cared about him and watched out for him. He didn\u2019t understand how\u2026but it was true and that was why he had to leave. Angel had to remember who he was, what he was, what he was capable of being, he couldn\u2019t afford to forget, no matter how much he wanted to.<\/p>\n