{"id":7564,"date":"2015-10-30T13:14:40","date_gmt":"2015-10-30T13:14:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/?p=7564"},"modified":"2015-10-30T13:14:55","modified_gmt":"2015-10-30T13:14:55","slug":"green-eyed-monster","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/index.php\/2015\/10\/30\/green-eyed-monster\/","title":{"rendered":"Green Eyed Monster"},"content":{"rendered":"

Title: Green Eyed Monster.<\/b>
\nAuthor: Samsom<\/b>
\nPosted: <\/b>
\nEmail<\/a><\/b>
\nRating: <\/b>PG
\nContent: <\/b>C\/A
\nCategory: <\/b>Fluff. Go me!
\nSummary: <\/b>Cordelia has issues with Angel\u2019s chippies, and Angel almost gets too happy, but it all ends up okay.
\nSpoilers: <\/b>Set directly after That Old Gang of Mine, AtS s3.
\nDisclaimer: <\/b>Whedon & David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit is made.
\nDistribution: <\/b>just ask.
\nNotes\/Thanks\/Dedication: <\/b>Gabriella<\/i><\/strong> asked for this a while ago for her birthday present. It\u2019s really belated. Hope it\u2019s what you were hoping for. Much love and thanks to Starlet2367<\/i><\/strong> for the lightning fast beta. If this fic works at all, it\u2019s because she\u2019s ruthless (and thank God for that). Special shout out to damnskippytoo<\/i><\/strong>. You\u2019re a hot chick with superpowers, and some phallic-shaped pie holes can\u2019t handle that. Sucks to be them.
\nFeedback:<\/b> Always.<\/p>\n

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Angel paused on the first floor landing, listening to the creaks and groans of the hotel settling, wondering when Cordelia would call. Wesley had already gone home, and he could hear Fred\u2019s soft, even breathing coming from down the hall. She was already asleep.<\/p>\n

He smiled slightly, thinking that after being hunted for five years, the night\u2019s events at Caritas was probably on the low end of the excitement scale for her.<\/p>\n

Now if only Cordelia would call or –<\/p>\n

He heard her heartbeat outside the lobby doors just as her fading perfume scent became stronger.<\/p>\n

He smiled, already making his way down the stairs.<\/p>\n

She banged the door as she walked into the hotel, throwing her purse down on the sofa before making her way to her desk.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey, I was wondering when you\u2019d get back.\u201d<\/p>\n

She stopped short, her spine straightening before she whirled around, glaring at Angel on the stairs.<\/p>\n

He paused, taken aback by the way she pinned him with her look.<\/p>\n

\u201cEverything okay?\u201d He asked cautiously.<\/p>\n

\u201cFine,\u201d she snapped at him, turning back to walk over to her desk.<\/p>\n

Her heels dug into the hardwood floor with every step like she was digging them into someone\u2019s spine.<\/p>\n

He took the stairs two at a time, making his way over to her.<\/p>\n

He rounded the counter just as she was bending over her desk, searching.<\/p>\n

The smell of stale coffee permeated the work area, mixing with the too sweet smell of sugared doughnuts.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t sound fine,\u201d he said carefully, watching as she opened and closed a drawer rather forcibly.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do I sound like, then?\u201d She looked up at him before going back to her searching. \u201cLike I want to be left alone?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCordelia \u2013\u201c<\/p>\n

She pulled out a file and furiously wrote on the front of it, her pen slashing like a knife.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, good guess.\u201d She finished and walked over to the filing cabinet, sticking the thin folder inside under J and going back to her desk. \u201cI do<\/i> want to be left alone.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCordelia-\u201c<\/p>\n

She whirled and faced him.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat, Angel? Don\u2019t I get any time off? I did your errand for you, visited your chippies, don\u2019t I get comp time for that since it was after hours?\u201d<\/p>\n

She advanced on him, hands fisting on her hips, eyes narrowed.<\/p>\n

Angel\u2019s eyes widened in surprise at her stance, and the hostility coming off her like musk.<\/p>\n

\u201cCordelia, did I\u2026do something?\u201d<\/p>\n

She made a sound, tossing her head.<\/p>\n

\u201cSomething? No. Someones<\/i>, yes. That might be more the order of things.\u201d She narrowed her eyes at him. \u201cTell me something, stud, how is it even physically<\/i> possible? Most of them are made of tentacles.\u201d<\/p>\n

Tentacles?<\/p>\n

What?<\/p>\n

A sudden, really ugly thought occurred to him.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh.\u201d<\/p>\n

She nodded, her eyes taking on a serious sheen.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah. Oh.\u201d<\/p>\n

She stepped past him and out to the lobby, switching off the coffee pot on her way out.<\/p>\n

\u201cHold on, Cordelia, just a minute.\u201d<\/p>\n

Chasing after her like he\u2019d done something wrong was definitely rubbing him the wrong way but if he didn\u2019t she was going to be out the door.<\/p>\n

\u201cCordelia!\u201d<\/p>\n

He grabbed her arm and spun her back to face him.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re not leaving until you tell me what\u2019s wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI thought we established what\u2019s wrong, Angel.\u201d<\/p>\n

Confusion twisted inside him.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo\u201d, he contradicted her in exasperation. \u201cWe<\/i> haven\u2019t established anything beyond the fact that you seem to be pissed at me for some reason.\u201d<\/p>\n

He gazed at her expectantly, but she stayed stubbornly silent.<\/p>\n

\u201cWas it the Furies, did they do something to you?\u201d He prompted finally.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh no, not to me<\/i>.\u201d She snapped.<\/p>\n

\u201cThen why the attitude?\u201d He demanded, tired of the riddles she kept throwing at him.<\/p>\n

She made a \u2018pfft\u2019 sound, her heel scuffing along the hardwood floor as she shifted her feet.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t have an attitude. I just would like to go one year without getting smacked up by one of your \u2018Best Of\u2019 compilations. They tend to end badly, and not just for you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Okay. That came flying out of nowhere.<\/p>\n

\u201cBest Of? What are you talking about?\u201d<\/p>\n

She wagged her finger at him, and he eyed it, getting hit with the urge to bite down on that digit until she yelped.<\/p>\n

He shifted his focus back to what she was saying with some effort, blinking rapidly to dispel the image.<\/p>\n

\u201cLet\u2019s see\u2026..you slept with Buffy and then tried to kill most of my graduating class as a morning-after thank you to her. That stopped only when you tried to end the world and she sent you to hell instead. Literally. Then Darla shows back up with a pulse and a soul three years after you staked her. So what do you do? Rally the troops, try to keep your focus on the greater good? No. You fire us, go beige and risk your soul to save some lost cause from your bad old days.\u201d She glared at him, old hurts of her own glimmering in her eyes.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s a good thing you didn\u2019t do something supremely stupid and sleep with her, or we\u2019d be facing Armageddon by now.\u201d She added, sounding like she\u2019d dodged a bullet.<\/p>\n

The ticks of the clock on Wesley\u2019s desk counted off the seconds as everything inside Angel clutched and held, waiting for the realization to hit her.<\/p>\n

\u201cThen there\u2019s the assorted damsels that cropped up in-between the two great blondes of your life\u2026.Rebecca, Bethany, She-Ra \u2013\u201c<\/p>\n

\u201cShe-Ra?\u201d He interrupted gratefully, beyond relieved that she seemed to have missed the panicked look in his eyes.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou know, Glowing Girl from another dimension that left Wes and me to die\u00a0– the one you couldn\u2019t stop flirting with?\u201d<\/p>\n

Oh. Her.<\/p>\n

\u201cKate the Cop, who wanted to put you in a jail cell with a sunroof,\u201d she continued.<\/p>\n

He was suddenly on the verge of begging her to stop.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd the latest in the Angel Conga line is not one but three Transuding Furies that I had to listen to chant \u2018mmmm, Angel\u2019<\/i> in stereo. Gross<\/i>,\u201d she huffed in renewed disgust.<\/p>\n

Then she glared at him.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, and Angel, they\u2019re gonna wanna get paid for that despelling, so you might want to stock up on extra O-Pos, champ. You\u2019re gonna need the energy.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you care how I pay the Furies, Cordelia? You know it won\u2019t come out of your paycheck.\u201d He replied, crossing his arms and watching her closely.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re damn right it\u2019s not coming out of my paycheck, and I don\u2019t<\/i> care.\u201d She ground out. \u201cI\u2019m just in a really crappy mood over being your pimp and going over to that brothel of a hotel room to sell your services to those three just so my friends could get out of Caritas alive.\u201d She stalked back over to him and poked him in the chest. \u201cAnd I hate how dirty I feel right now, and how much I want to go home and take about a thousand showers so I could scrub the way they purred your name out of my damned head!\u201d<\/p>\n

He grabbed her hand, holding it against his chest.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy are you so angry at the thought of me with someone else?\u201d he asked softly.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not-!\u201d She huffed, tried again. \u201cI\u2019m not<\/i>!\u201d She tried to pull away but he grabbed her shoulders and held her still.<\/p>\n

She didn\u2019t notice; too busy having her own epiphany, looking anywhere but at him. \u201cI can\u2019t be.\u201d She groaned softly. \u201cI\u2019m not a chippy. I\u2019m not one of your harem, swooning at your big, fat hero act. I\u2019m Cordelia Chase, I\u2019m\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n

He leaned in closer. \u201cMy partner, my friend. The most important person in my very long life.\u201d<\/p>\n

She gazed up at him.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m\u2026.jealous.\u201d She finished finally, sounding like she swallowing some painfully bad medicine.<\/p>\n

Suddenly it was as if the world became brighter, and Angel couldn\u2019t stop from giving her a wide-mouth grin, one that got even wider at the chagrined look on her face as she swayed slightly.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s not so bad,\u201d he whispered, bringing his other arm around her waist and steadying her by pulling her gently up against his body. It felt so good he had to check himself or he was going to possibly lose his soul right then and there.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat isn\u2019t?\u201d She breathed the question up against the line of his jaw, and he nuzzled her shoulder lightly, not wanting scare her off.<\/p>\n

\u201cBeing jealous.\u201d<\/p>\n

She jerked back and looked up at him.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhen were you<\/i> jealous?\u201d She demanded.<\/p>\n

\u201cForget him already, Cordy?\u201d He teased, sounding satisfied. \u201cLemme see if I can remember right\u2026\u2019stop the fight, stop the fight, I<\/em> loooove him<\/em>\u2019.\u201d <\/i>Angel pitched his voice in an unflattering imitation, hand fluttering to his chest.<\/p>\n

Cordelia kicked him in the shin.<\/p>\n

He barely felt it.<\/p>\n

\u201cI did not sound like that.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, you did.\u201d Angel nodded. \u201cBut the important thing is, I\u2019ve had some practice at the jealousy thing, so I could help you out.\u201d<\/p>\n

She looked past him, focusing on a point past his shoulder.<\/p>\n

\u201cAngel, there\u2019s a million reasons why this would be a bad idea. I don\u2019t know if it\u2019s worth what we\u2019d lose.\u201d She made a sound in the back of her throat. \u201cAnd more important, what I would lose. Namely my life.\u201d<\/p>\n

He stepped back a little to look down at her, keeping hold of her so she didn\u2019t back away from him physically as she was trying to do emotionally.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019re not going to lose anything. I won\u2019t let us. You\u2019re my dearest friend, Cordelia, but what I feel for you isn\u2019t just friendship. I want\u2026\u201d He leaned down and pressed his lips against hers, softly conveying what he couldn\u2019t in words.<\/p>\n

As first kisses went, it was tame, but the taste of her, the feel of her, was fast igniting something in him beyond his control, and he was sure he was going to scare her off if that happened.<\/p>\n

Keeping his eyes open for any signs of panicking on her part, he kept the kiss soft and unhurried, and when her eyes flared open finally and he saw the alarm in them, he almost blanched, sure she was going to pull away.<\/p>\n

Then she reached up and grabbed the back of his neck, opening her mouth and deepening the kiss in a way he\u2019d been afraid to.<\/p>\n

She moaned, a sound that rocked through him, making the demon inside him raise its head and blink. He closed his eyes, leaning into her hips, letting the desire he held in check roar through him.<\/p>\n

Her hold on him tightened and her tongue snaked into his mouth like temptation, licking his teeth.<\/p>\n

His hands snaked down to her hips, wanting to pull her too-short skirt up even higher, delve in with his fingers, lose himself in the scent of her body, crawl inside her if he could.<\/p>\n

Each thought was like swallowing draughts of wine-soaked blood, making his head spin, his body throb. He growled and pulled back, backing away several steps.<\/p>\n

He looked at her, disheveled from his kissing and handling, dazed with desire, and suddenly realized how deeply he had already fallen. How easy it was to keep falling, until the world spun.<\/p>\n

And disappeared.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re dangerous, Cordelia, you know that?\u201d He laughed shakily as the deepening horror of exactly what they were in for settled into his bones. She was dangerous, and what he wanted from her, what the beast in him\u00a0knew<\/i> she could give him, wasn\u2019t something to laugh about.<\/p>\n

Neither was the risk of losing his soul.<\/p>\n

She blinked and focused, licking her lips, her practical side reasserting control.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow are we going to do this, Angel? Because I\u2019m not up to repeating the Buffy and Angel Show, complete with the unresolved sexual tension that made every day a barrel of dead monkeys.\u201d<\/p>\n

He opened his mouth but nothing came out.<\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t have answers, he never had. His instinct the last time things got bad was to leave.<\/p>\n

He couldn\u2019t do that now, though, couldn\u2019t leave Cordelia even if staying was worse than his hundred years in hell.<\/p>\n

It would have been worse without her.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know, but we\u2019ll figure it out, okay?\u201d He reached for her hand, and she stepped forward, slipping it into his palm, squeezing. \u201cTogether?\u201d<\/p>\n

She smiled and hugged him, arms wrapping securely around his body.<\/p>\n

\u201cAt least this time you\u2019ve got the right idea, bubba.\u201d She whispered against his chest. She ran her hands down his cashmere-clad back.<\/p>\n

He hugged her tighter, burying his face in her hair, making a note to send the Furies a fruit basket.<\/p>\n

End<\/b><\/p>\n

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