{"id":7517,"date":"2015-08-11T17:50:56","date_gmt":"2015-08-11T16:50:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/?p=7517"},"modified":"2015-08-11T17:51:07","modified_gmt":"2015-08-11T16:51:07","slug":"body-art","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/index.php\/2015\/08\/11\/body-art\/","title":{"rendered":"Body Art."},"content":{"rendered":"

Title: Body Art<\/b>
\nAuthor: <\/b>samsom<\/strong>
\nPosted Here: <\/b>04\/10\/06
\nEmail<\/b><\/a>
\nRating: <\/b>R?
\nCategory: <\/b>hurt\/comfort, angst.
\nContent: <\/b>C\/A
\nSummary: <\/b>I\u2019ve always wondered about the Crucifix tattoo Cordelia keeps covered up, and why she got it.
\nSpoilers: <\/b>
\nDisclaimer: <\/b>The characters in the Angelverse were created by Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit is made.
\nDistribution: <\/b>Just ask first
\nNotes: <\/b>When I woke up this morning, I wanted to write, and Cordelia popped in, all moody and full of feeling. A sequel to Eternity My Way<\/b>. <\/a>
\nThanks\/Dedication:<\/b>
\nFeedback:<\/b>Feedback and concrit welcome.<\/p>\n

\n

The night comes quietly, covering L.A. in a blanket of muted blue darkness.<\/p>\n

Angel is at his desk, an outline in black slumped down in his chair, eyes on nothing except what he sees in his memories.<\/p>\n

Brood mode.<\/p>\n

That\u2019s what she calls it, a careful repose of stillness and reflection.<\/p>\n

What goes on behind all that self-control she can only guess at.<\/p>\n

She slips her bag off and lays it on top of her desk, adjusting the bandage at her left wrist a little more loosely and flicking on her desk lamp.<\/p>\n

Walking over to his door, she leans on the frame and stares at him with arms folded across her chest, head tilting to the side as she considers him.<\/p>\n

\u201cThinking thinky thoughts again, broody boy?\u201d<\/p>\n

He shifts his eyes up to hers.<\/p>\n

So much pain reflected there, so much regret.<\/p>\n

She thinks he\u2019s probably dug the well deep enough to drown in by now, and she supposes that\u2019s what she gets for leaving him alone for so much of the day.<\/p>\n

She scratches at her bandage again, and his eyes follow her movements, nostrils flaring suddenly.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou got another tattoo.\u201d<\/p>\n

Not a question, just a statement. She nods and turns to go back to her desk.<\/p>\n

He follows, standing over her desk and staring down at her with eyes black and compelling, deep and troubled.<\/p>\n

\u201cCan I see it?\u201d<\/p>\n

She glances up at him as she considers his request, then finally nods.<\/p>\n

He comes around her desk and kneels next to her chair, taking her wrist in his large hands, smoothing fingers over the bandage where it wraps tightly to her skin.<\/p>\n

She keeps her gaze on his bent head, eyes caressing his features, resisting the urge to cup her hand over the curve of his skull and gentle him with soft strokes.<\/p>\n

Touch heals, she\u2019d read once, and she wants so badly to heal Angel.<\/p>\n

He turns her wrist and takes in the blood spots seeping through the weave and his hand tighten ever so slightly, his breathing hitching softly in his throat.<\/p>\n

\u201cI want to see it.\u201d He demands, voice hoarse with something forcibly muffled.<\/p>\n

She shakes her head slightly, but he doesn\u2019t see it because he can\u2019t take his eyes off her bloodied wrapping.<\/p>\n

\u201cMaybe not,\u201d she answers, pulling her wrist from his grip.<\/p>\n

He tightens it, not letting her go.<\/p>\n

\u201cPlease.\u201d<\/p>\n

It\u2019s always this Angel she finds hardest to resist, hardest to shut out.<\/p>\n

She relaxes her arm and he takes it for the acquiescence that it is, unfastening the catches and unwinding the bandage with a hurried motion.<\/p>\n

She winces at his handling and he gentles the action in response, making a little noise of apology in the back of his throat.<\/p>\n

When the last of the wrapping falls away, he takes the tip of the gauze and peels gently back, exposing the art she\u2019d chosen from a book at the tattoo parlor.<\/p>\n

A rosary winding around the inside of her wrist, with the Crucifix cushioned at the base of her hand.<\/p>\n

The flesh is still swollen, red from the needle\u2019s repeated invasion, and bleeding just slightly.<\/p>\n

Angel doesn\u2019t flinch, just cups her hand in his big palm and stares without moving even though it has to hurt to look at it.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe swabbed with alcohol, right, he didn\u2019t use anything dirty?\u201d<\/p>\n

She\u2019d been to the artist twice before and rolls her eyes at the question.<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course.\u201d<\/p>\n

He smoothes his forefinger at the edges of the Crucifix, causing aftershocks of pain riding pleasure to fire under her skin.<\/p>\n

She shivers, and it doesn\u2019t escape his notice.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy?\u201d he asks.<\/p>\n

She nearly laughs at his question, because she\u2019d been asking herself the same thing all day.<\/p>\n

Maybe to ward Angel off if he ever loses his soul again, or drugged enough to forget he has one.<\/p>\n

Again.<\/p>\n

Or maybe to protect herself against the yawning chasm she feels opening at her feet whenever she looks at him.<\/p>\n

She could fall so deep if she didn\u2019t watch it.<\/p>\n

Fall so far, she\u2019d lose herself.<\/p>\n

\u201cLots of surprises out there, Angel, I don\u2019t know if I\u2019d be able to reach for a stake in time.\u201d<\/p>\n

It\u2019s such a flimsy half reason, and he knows it.<\/p>\n

He turns on his heel to face her more, stares up into her face with those needy eyes, full of reproach and guilt.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry I can\u2019t keep you safe from everything.\u201d<\/p>\n

From me<\/i><\/p>\n

It goes unspoken, but it\u2019s there between them and she feels so hopeless to help him that she reaches out with her free hand and cups her palm to his cheek.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s okay,\u201d she replies quietly, \u201cit\u2019s going to be okay.\u201d<\/p>\n

He lets her hand go to wrap his arms around her torso, embracing her and resting his head against her chest.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s such an unAngel thing to do that she freezes for a second before relaxing her body into his touch, unable to say no.<\/p>\n

\u201cAngel.\u201d She whispers into the air above his head, feeling her own need for him rise like smoke from a fire flaring to painful life.<\/p>\n

Keeping her tattooed arm stretched away from him, she leans down and kisses his forehead, opening her lips to taste his skin.<\/p>\n

Does it again because she can\u2019t help herself, feeling that chasm opening beneath her, kissing her way across his forehead and down his cheek, sucking motions that leave damp spots on his flesh, marking him.<\/p>\n

He holds still for her, face turning upward into her kisses, breathing into her face, inhaling her breath into his body, and she breathes harder in response, her kisses longer and longer until he finishes it by turning and catching her mouth with his.<\/p>\n

Moaning, he pulls her closer still and she arches, opening her legs to cradle his upper body against her, welcoming the thrust of his tongue in her mouth with hungry noises that vibrate through his dead flesh, waking him up inside.<\/p>\n

His mouth is a chalice, and she devours it with lips and tongue, wrapping her unblemished right arm around his shoulders, anchoring his body to hers as they sink down under, drowning in the Rapture.<\/p>\n

They\u2019re the only two people in the world.<\/p>\n

Until the jar of the phone rips him from her hold.<\/p>\n

He stumbles backwards, horror making his eyes wide, not stopping until he\u2019s standing at his office door.<\/p>\n

She just sits and stares up at him, feeling like she wants to grab him back and finish. Her body is burning for him, and she\u2019s not ready to stop.<\/p>\n

But the phone goes on ringing and gradually she comes back to her senses, staring at him, shocked at what she’d almost let happen, how far it had gone on.<\/p>\n

Angel turns and disappears into his office, slamming the door between them.<\/p>\n

~~<\/p>\n

Later, she takes the elevator down to his apartment.<\/p>\n

The bandage has been reapplied, and after taking a couple of pills for the pain, she feels ready to face him again.<\/p>\n

Searching the darkness, she finds him sitting in his easy chair.<\/p>\n

The kitchen table is in pieces all over the floor.<\/p>\n

She looks back at Angel.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat was Wesley on the phone. He needs you to meet him at a Chinese herbalist shop in half an hour.\u201d<\/p>\n

He nods but doesn\u2019t say anything.<\/p>\n

\u201cHere\u2019s the address.\u201d<\/p>\n

She moves forward with a slip of paper held outstretched in her hand.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t.\u201d He clips off tightly.<\/p>\n

come near me<\/i><\/p>\n

She sighs and drops the paper on the ground between them.<\/p>\n

\u201cI won\u2019t,\u201d she promises.<\/p>\n

ever again, so help us God<\/i>.<\/p>\n

She turns to go.<\/p>\n

~*~<\/b><\/p>\n

Samsom<\/a><\/b><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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