{"id":7280,"date":"2015-08-05T11:14:51","date_gmt":"2015-08-05T10:14:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/?p=7280"},"modified":"2015-08-05T11:36:42","modified_gmt":"2015-08-05T10:36:42","slug":"when-irish-eyes-are-smiling-1-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/index.php\/2015\/08\/05\/when-irish-eyes-are-smiling-1-2\/","title":{"rendered":"When Irish Eyes are Smiling. 1-2"},"content":{"rendered":"

Title: When Irish Eyes Are Smiling<\/b>
\nAuthor: <\/b>Onlyanne<\/strong>
\nPosted: <\/b>03-19-2001
\nEmail(none at present)<\/b>
\nRating: <\/b>N-17
\nCategory: <\/b>smut
\nContent: <\/b>duh, C\/A
\nSummary: <\/b>It’s St Patrick’s Day…
\nSpoilers: <\/b>none
\nDisclaimer: <\/b>The characters in the Angelverse were created by Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit is made.
\nDistribution: <\/b>If you want it, it\u2019s yours, just let me know
\nNotes: <\/b>This was a thought I came up with lying on the couch suffering from a massive headache from too much celebrating last night. I figured that I had to get my aching head off the pain and on to other things, so here it is. It\u2019s just fun and some sex. I hope everyone likes it.
\nThanks\/Dedication:<\/b>
\nFeedback:<\/b>Please, I live for it\u2026<\/p>\n

\n

Chapter One<\/b><\/p>\n

\u201cAngel, Angel\u201d Cordelia called excitedly as she ran into the hotel lobby. A small bag decorated with balloons and streamers was clutched in her hand.<\/p>\n

Oh where was that stupid vampire, she thought. She had been waiting all day for the sun to set, so she could come over and drag Angel out. If he had already gone patrolling or gone off to brood somewhere, she was going to kill him, she grumbled. It would be just like the socially impaired vampire to ruin all of her plans.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat is it? Is something wrong?\u201d Angel said concerned at Cordelia\u2019s agitated state.<\/p>\n

\u201cGreat, you are here. Come on, let\u2019s go,\u201d Cordelia smiled widely coming up to Angel and tugging at his arm. \u201cWait,\u201d she stopped and looked the vampire up and down.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat are you wearing?\u201d She scowled at Angel’s all black attire, then with a wicked grin she reached out a pinched the vampire sharply on the arm.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat? Ow?\u201d Angel said more in surprise than any pain. \u201cWhy did you do that?\u201d He said in an almost whining tone.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou aren\u2019t wearing any green, so \u2018grr\u2019 guy that means you get pinched,\u201d she laughed reaching again for the vampire, her fingers making an exaggerated pinching motion.<\/p>\n

Angel brushed her hand away. \u201cGreen? Stop that,\u201d he jumped as Cordelia tweaked him again with her other hand.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s St. Patrick\u2019s day, Angel. Geez, what kind of Old Irish guy are you?\u201d She pouted. \u201cYou have to wear green or you \u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGet pinched,\u201d he stared bemused at the young girl before him, finally noticing her apparel. \u201cI take it you don\u2019t want to get pinched.\u201d He said in awe at her festive attire.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s right, nobody is pinching me,\u201d she said proudly. Cordelia was wearing low riding green leather pants. A huge sequined four-leaf clover was appliqued on the middle of her tight black shirt. Angel leaned in, his hand brushing her hair aside. His eyes widened as he saw little leprechauns dangling from her ears.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou look\u2026.festive.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know,\u201d she smiled widely. \u201cBut you don\u2019t, not at all.\u201d Cordelia shook her head. \u201cI figured as much. That\u2019s why I brought you these.\u201d She pushed the bag up towards the vampire.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat did you bring me?\u201d he asked with trepidation.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, don\u2019t be scared. It\u2019s just buttons,\u201d she smiled pulling out two large green pins. One stated proudly, \u2018Kiss me, I am Irish\u2019, while the other was a happy face with shamrocks for eyes. \u201cCome on,\u201d she said pinning the buttons onto Angel\u2019s black shirt.<\/p>\n

\u201cWesley and Gunn are waiting.\u201d She stood back admiring her handiwork. Impulsively, she leaned forward and planted a moist kiss on Angel\u2019s cheek. \u201cYou are Irish,\u201d she explained at Angel\u2019s surprised look. \u201cLet\u2019s go,\u201d she grabbed at Angel pulling him towards the door.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere are we going and why?\u201d Angel didn\u2019t budge from his spot, his cheek still tingling from the sensation of his seer\u2019s kiss. He tried to ignore the urge to pull the beautiful young woman back and beg her to kiss him again.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s St. Patrick\u2019s day,\u201d Cordelia said exasperation yanking harder at the immovable vampire. \u201cWe’re going to celebrate. Wesley and Gunn are all ready at O\u2019 Malley’s Pub. I made them go earlier to save a table. It\u2019s probably way packed by now. So, come on.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCordelia, I am not going,\u201d Angel shook his head firmly, resisting the pressure of Cordelia\u2019s grip and the pout forming on her pretty face.<\/p>\n

\u201cAngel, you\u2019re Irish and this is like the biggest, best Irish holiday there is. You have to go. It\u2019s like mandatory or something.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCordelia, St. Patrick\u2019s day is a religious day in Ireland not a green wearing drinking-fest that you American\u2019s have turned it into. If I wanted to celebrate the day, which I don\u2019t, I would go to church.\u201d<\/p>\n

Cordelia rolled her eyes. \u201cYou in church, right. And I bet your pre-vamp IRISH self wasn\u2019t in church, either.\u201d She said in disbelief.<\/p>\n

Angel frowned. Cordelia was right, as soon as his mortal self was big enough to defy his overbearing father without getting the daylights beat out of him, Angel had never set foot in the church again. His father had said he would be damned for his blasphemous actions. And his father had been right, Angel thought dryly.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, please Angel,\u201d she pouted prettily. \u201cYou need to get out and enjoy yourself. It isn\u2019t healthy for you to stay cooped up here and brood. \u201cPlease,\u201d she whined.<\/p>\n

Angel stared at the pleading girl. He silently cursed his inability to defy his seer\u2019s beseeching gorgeous eyes. The idea of being in a loud, smoky bar with a bunch of drunken humans held absolutely no appeal to him, but he couldn\u2019t say no to Cordelia.<\/p>\n

\u201cAll right,\u201d he conceded. \u201cBut, I am not wearing these,\u201d he said in defiance, pulling off the green buttons.<\/p>\n

\u201cOk,\u201d she warned. \u201cBut that means more pinching, no kissing.\u201d<\/p>\n

Angel\u2019s hand automatically pinned the buttons back on to his shirt. Getting pinched by a bunch of drunken mortals was even less appealing to him, then going to the pub. And, just maybe, he thought, Cordelia might kiss him again.<\/p>\n

Cordelia smiled brightly and kissed him again, this time on the lips. \u201cThank you. You won\u2019t regret it, it will be fun.\u201d<\/p>\n

Angel wasn\u2019t sure about the fun part, but he was about the not regretting part. Angel never regretted anytime that he spent with his seer, especially when she was happy. He smiled still tasting the flavor of her lips against his.<\/p>\n

\n

Chapter two<\/b><\/p>\n

\u201cHey, there they are,\u201d Cordelia exclaimed pointing to Wesley and Gunn as she pushed her way through the crowed bar.<\/p>\n

The bar was as bad as Angel had feared it would be. The bar was jammed packed with boisterous party revelers, mutating lovely Irish songs, with inaccurate words and loud off tune voices.<\/p>\n

\u201cIsn\u2019t this great?\u201d Cordelia beamed. \u201cCome on.\u201d<\/p>\n

Angel moved to follow when he was abruptly pinched on his ass. He turned quickly around to face a happy inebriated woman.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhoops, I didn\u2019t see the green,\u201d she slurred. The woman squinted up her eyes to read the big button on his chest. She gave a goofy grin and lunged towards Angel landing a wet sloppy kiss on his lips. Angel jerked back in distaste at the woman\u2019s actions attempting to untangle her arms that had made their way around his waist.<\/p>\n

Cordelia had stopped as soon as she noticed Angel wasn\u2019t following her. She glared at the sloshed woman and headed back towards Angel. \u201cHey, he\u2019s with me, get your own Irishman,\u201d she glowered at the woman removing her bodily away from the vampire.<\/p>\n

\u201cSorry, just doing what it said,\u201d the woman pointed to the button and swayed back.<\/p>\n

\u201cUmph,\u201d Cordelia huffed. Cordelia scrunched up her face and stared at the button that she had placed on Angel\u2019s shirt. She grabbed it off the vampire. \u201cOne button is enough,\u201d she demanded scowling at Angel.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s not my fault,\u201d Angel defended. \u201cYou made me wear it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cUmph,\u201d she huffed again placing the offending button on her shirt.<\/p>\n

Angel smiled. Conversely, it pleased him to see Cordelia act all huffy at the other woman who had kissed him. His smile soon turned to a growl as he saw a strange drunken man grab Cordelia and pull her into a big kiss.<\/p>\n

Someone else kissing his seer was unacceptable. Angel yanked the lout away from his seer instantly flashing his vamp face to the smashed fellow. The man squinted and swayed at the change in Angel\u2019s visage. Angel rolled his eyes in disgust; the lush was too far-gone to even have the sense to be frightened by the vampire. The man just shrugged and started to push through the crowd.<\/p>\n

\u201cEww,\u201d Cordelia griped wiping at her mouth. Angel scowled at the young girl and tugged the pin off her shirt. With lightening reflexes, Angel grabbed at the retreating drunk. Angel placed the pin on the man\u2019s shirt and pushed the dazed drunk towards the earlier female that had kissed Angel.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat will work,\u201d Cordelia said now smiling as she saw the other woman lunge at the drunken man now wearing the \u2018Kiss me\u2019 pin. \u201cCome on, I think we can make it,\u201d she shouted over the din, tugging the vampire to where Wesley and Gunn were sitting.<\/p>\n

Angel gaped at his two friends. Wesley and Gunn were sitting around a table singing \u2018When Irish Eyes are Smiling\u201d. They were singing loudly and badly, waving their beer mugs wildly in the air. One empty and two full pitchers of green beer were placed before them.<\/p>\n

\u201cAngel, Cordelia\u2026Top of the morning to ya,\u201d Wesley belched. \u201cWhoops, pardon me,\u201d he stated. \u201cHave a seat, have a drink,\u201d he shouted grabbing at a pitcher.<\/p>\n

\u201cNice hat,\u201d Angel said dryly taking the pitcher from Wesley\u2019s wobbling hand.<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you like it?\u201d Wesley said proudly. Wesley was wearing a tall green top hat with a green carnation pinned in the band.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey man, what about mine?\u201d Gunn interrupted.<\/p>\n

\u201cYours is nice, too.\u201d Cordelia said grinning at the black man\u2019s green and white cap with a big green pom pom attached to the top. Gunn smiled at the compliment and took a swallow of his beer.<\/p>\n

\u201cUm, how long have you two been here?\u201d Angel asked his obviously tipsy friends.<\/p>\n

Wesley turned to Gunn, his forehead scrunching up in concentration. \u201cOne, no two of these ago,\u201d he claimed holding up a pitcher.<\/p>\n

\u201cYep, that sounds about right,\u201d agreed Gunn.<\/p>\n

\u201cHere, lass have a beer,\u201d Wesley said in a bad imitation of an Irish brogue. He magnanimously offered up a full mug to Cordelia.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy, thank you kind Irish sir,\u201d she giggled.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou know,\u201d Wesley whispered conspiratorial tone. \u201cI am not Irish, I am British.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHey, I told you to stop saying that.\u201d Gunn rolled his eyes. \u201cNext thing you know he will belt out \u2018God Save the Queen. I have already had to break up one argument on home rule.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI have absolutely no problem with Ireland\u2019s call for home rule. But, that ignoramus had no business slandering the Queen.\u201d Wesley said getting indignant again.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey, guys, we are here to have fun, not reenact the centuries old conflict between the British and the Irish.\u201d Cordelia cut in.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou are absolutely right,\u201d Wesley agreed.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat is this,\u201d Angel said looking in dismay at that the green liquid that Gunn had poured into his mug.<\/p>\n

\u201cBeer, man, the specialty of the house.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is not beer,\u201d Angel disagreed. \u201cBeer is guinness, this is colored water.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOoh, the Irish vamp is a beer Snob,\u201d Gunn countered. \u201cWell, you try to get a waitress in this place. I am drinking this.\u201d<\/p>\n

Angel looked around the crowed noisy bar. He didn\u2019t see a waitress in sight and the bar was knee deep in people. Angel sighed and tentatively brought the mug to his lips. He shuddered in disgust, as he tasted the weak beer.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, get over it Angel. Have some fun,\u201d Cordelia pouted.<\/p>\n

Angel grimaced and took another swallow. For Cordelia\u2019s sake, he would try. He gave a small smile to his seer.<\/p>\n

Cordelia smiled at his attempt. She was about to say something when she felt the hairs on the back of her neck tingle. She glanced quickly around, Cordelia could have sworn she felt someone staring at her. Cordelia shook her head, like she could see if anybody was staring at her in this madhouse. She turned back to her friends.<\/p>\n

\u201cCordelia, what is it?\u201d Angel asked. He had noticed her movements. \u201cIt was\u2026\u201d she stopped and jerked around as she saw a flash of green scoot by in the corner of her eye. There it was again. She looked harder into the dark corner of the bar where the flash of green disappeared. Cordelia\u2019s eyes widened as she saw a little bearded man staring back at her.<\/p>\n

The small fellow was decked out in a green suit with a green hat covering his bushy red hair.<\/p>\n

\u201cCordelia, what is it?\u201d Angel asked again.<\/p>\n

\u201cAngel, it\u2019s a leprechaun,\u201d she said pointing to the corner.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere is no such thing as a leprechauns, probably just a midget.\u201d Wesley said knowingly.<\/p>\n

\u201cRight, just like there is no vampires, werewolves, demons or witches,\u201d retorted Cordelia.<\/p>\n

\u201cCordelia, how much have you had to drink,\u201d asked Gunn.<\/p>\n

\u201cPlease, I just got here and it was a leprechaun,\u201d she demanded.<\/p>\n

\u201cSure, it was.\u201d Gunn nodded, winking at Wesley\u2019s smirk.<\/p>\n

\u201cUmp,\u201d Cordelia retorted getting up.<\/p>\n

\u201cCordelia?\u2019<\/p>\n

\u201cIt was a Leprechaun and I\u2019ll prove it,\u201d she promised. \u201cIf I can find him that is,\u201d she said leaving the table.<\/p>\n

\u201cCordelia, don\u2019t\u2026.\u201d Angel stopped as Cordelia moved off ignoring his order. Angel started to get up to follow but was pushed down by a passing patron.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t worry, Angel. She will be fine. Even if for some reason it is actually a leprechaun, they aren\u2019t dangerous. Just mischievous.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, she will be fine, unless she goes for his gold,\u201d Gunn added laughing.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d Angel was uneasy about having Cordelia out of his sight. The slim form of his seer had already disappeared through the milling crowd.<\/p>\n

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