Rating: NC-17 for sexual situations.
Category: Cordelia/Angelus
Summary: Unbeknownst to Cordelia, Angel has lost his soul. She issues the vampire an open invitation to her house.
Spoilers: S2.14 Innocence
Disclaimer: The characters in the Angelverse were created by Joss Whedon and David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit made.
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Xander and Cordelia put away the demonology books they had been searching through for any clue as to how to defeat the Judge. Spike and Drusilla had pieced the creature together from its dismembered and boxed up parts. Now reassembled, the Judge would seek out and destroy humanity by incinerating anything with a soul.
Stuck researching, the pair found a moment in the upper section of the library behind the stacks to continue an earlier argument. These tiffs were commonplace even now that they were secretly seeing each other.
“Come on Cordy, can’t we just kiss and make up?” Xander’s whining and those big dark eyes must have done something.
“No, I don’t want to make up.” Cordelia still sounded irritated, but added slyly, “I’m okay with the other part.”
Grinning, Xander leaned in to kiss her. Kissing each other started out as this irresistible thing. Continuing somehow seemed forbidden— a cheerleader and one of the school’s biggest dorks. Their smooch sessions in the school janitor closets and other private locations around the school gave them both a little thrill. Neither the Scoobies nor the Cordettes had a clue.
Until now.
Coming up for air, Xander and Cordelia immediately noted that they had an audience. It was Willow who stood agape with shock and horror. Not merely just surprise, but disgust at finding her best friend enthusiastically kissing their childhood nemesis. Without a word, Willow darted down the steps and headed out the library door as fast as her feet could carry her.
“Willow! Willow! We were just—”
Groaning at the discovery, Cordelia put her hands on her head. “That does it. Now everyone will know.”
Xander was halfway down the stairs. “I have to go after her. Explain what we were doing.”
“I think it was obvious enough.” Cordelia followed him down the steps. “If anyone needs to think up explanations, it will be me. Everyone will be asking me if I’m out of my mind for kissing you.”
“Let’s argue about it later, Cor,” he suggested still edging toward the door.
Cordelia grabbed onto his shirtsleeve. “Maybe I wanna argue about it now.”
Looking over his shoulder at the still swinging doors, Xander realized Willow would likely be at the front hall by now. “Let’s argue later about arguing later.”
“Grmph! Just go,” Cordy released him then gave him a look that suggested he was abandoning her.
Willow was his best friend. Xander figured that Cordelia might not understand his urgent need to make things right with the redhead. “Cordy, I do have to go.”
“So go!”
Relieved, Xander pushed open the door, but paused long enough to say, “Okay, but I need you to do something. I have a plan to stop the Judge.”
“What book were *you* reading?” Cordelia thought they had come up empty on ideas. “I found nothing.”
“Actually, you did.”
“Huh?”
Eyeing her skin-tight top and pants, Xander told her, “Just go home and get changed. Wear something— trashier. Meet me at Willow’s house in an hour.”
“Care to let me in on this plan that I’m a part of?”
Xander looked wide-eyed at the thought. “No.”
Hands on her hips, “Why not?”
“Because if I tell you, you won’t do it.”
Cordelia walked out of the library behind Xander. He turned toward the front part of the school while she headed for the shortcut through the gym. Her car was parked behind it. As she exited the school, Cordy found that it had been raining. They had been closeted up for so long at the library that she never noticed the downpour. Scattered raindrops still fell from the clearing sky.
As Cordelia dug through her purse looking for her car keys, two cats ran from behind the dumpster directly in front of her. Jumping out of the way, she let out a shriek as her purse tipped over. Its contents spread across the damp blacktop of the parking lot, several items actually rolling under her car.
She picked up all of the items she could reach, but realized with horror that her car keys and her favorite lipstick were out of reach under her Corvette. There was no way she was getting her clothes wet and dirty by crawling under the car.
“Rotten luck,” she muttered. “Those weren’t even black cats.”
Cursing at her dilemma, Cordelia decided that she could either go back to the library to beg Giles for help or she could handle this herself. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw the dumpster figuring that there might be some empty boxes from the cafeteria or something she could use to put on the ground. That dumpster held some bad memories. The last time she was near it— actually in it— the trash bin held body parts of dead girls.
Finding a flattened cardboard box, Cordy pulled it out and set it down on the ground next to the car. She knelt down low, but still couldn’t reach it. With a flash of genius, Cordelia remembered the broken mop handle that was also in the dumpster. Retrieving it, she went back to her task.
“Aha!” Cordy felt triumphant as the keys and lipstick came within reach.
As she turned her head, Cordelia saw a pair of black shoes directly under her gaze. The lights were now off in the school, strangely enough and there was only moonlight above. Looking up, she thought she saw a flash of white fangs in the shadows of the face above. Gripping the broken mop handle, she wondered if the tip was pointy enough to use as a stake.
“Nice view,” Angel’s familiar voice sounded from the vampire towering over her.
Even as her shoulders relaxed with a sudden release of tension, Cordelia realized that he was looking down from a very advantageous angle— straight down into her cleavage. Just like a man, she thought rolling her eyes. “You scared me, Angel. Stealthy vamp guy does it again.”
“Yeah,” Angelus nodded holding out his hand to help her to her feet. “I think we have done this before. You with the car keys. Me walking around the school perimeter. Only this time I caught you before you decided to hide in the dumpster.”
“Don’t remind me,” Cordelia gave a dark laugh. “Not one of my favorite occasions.”
Angelus held out his hand for the wooden weapon and Cordelia readily handed it over with as she bent over to brush off her pants. The cardboard had been clean, but she didn’t want to chance it. A clatter sounded as the vampire tossed the broken mop handle away.
The vampire slowly eyed Cordelia up and down, pondering his next move. He came to the school with a specific purpose. Ran into Willow, Xander and Buffy. Gave his little speech. Now here was Cordelia Chase all alone and looking scrumptious as usual.
“Where are you headed?” Angelus asked with a raised brow.
“Home,” Cordy revealed. “I have to change into something more—”
“—Comfortable?”
“Trashy.”
Glancing down at the midriff top with its deep vee neck and the skin tight hip huggers that Cordelia was wearing, he wondered what she had in mind. There was a look of dark hunger in his eyes as Angelus looked at her again from her sandled feet and painted toenails to her taut waist and rounded breasts. By the time he met her eyes, he appeared interested to hear more, but kept the leer hidden.
“Really?”
Cordelia pressed the button on her key ring that unlocked her car eliciting a beep and a flash of lights. “Xander has a plan to stop the Judge— unless you and Buffy took care of him.”
Her hopeful look disappeared as Angel told her cryptically. “Buffy and I took care of one or two things tonight. Not the Judge. We did manage to avoid being incinerated.”
“Avoidance of looking like burnt toast is always a good thing,” Cordelia grinned at him. “Too bad. Looks like we’ll have to try Xander’s plan after all.”
“What is his plan?”
Shrugging, Cordelia told him. “I know nothing except that it involves me wearing trashy clothes. Wanna come?”
She meant to say that Xander’s plan could always use a back up. Having Angel along to provide vampire strength and a few kick-ass moves would no doubt help them succeed.
“Come? With you?” Angelus’ voice turned husky as he met her eager gaze. The sound left her a little breathless and Cordelia suddenly thought she was hearing things. “I think I will.”
Finding herself staring up at his handsome face, Cordelia blinked away the images that crept into her head. What was she thinking? Only yesterday she had seen Angel and Buffy making out at the blonde’s seventeenth birthday party. The vampire had eyes only for the Slayer. It seemed strange that Angel was suddenly putting off vibes in Cordy’s direction.
Wishful thinking, she sighed. “Get in the car. We have to meet Xander at Willow’s house in an hour.”
Cordelia started the car as soon as he was inside. She pulled out of the parking lot and headed toward home while chatting about her not-so-thrilling night of research. Suddenly interrupting, Angelus asked her, “Where were you?”
“When?”
“When the lights went out at the school.”
“Outside, I guess,” Cordelia reminded him about her fiasco with the car keys.
Angelus’ mouth curled into a slow sensual smile that drew her attention to his lips. “So, you don’t know.”
“Know what?” Cordy asked clueless.
Thinking about it, the vampire decided to go ahead and say it. “That Buffy and I— we split up tonight. Irreconcilable differences.”
“What?!” Cordelia was so shocked that her car swerved on the road. Was this the reason for his sudden come-ons. Was Angel on the rebound? “What happened? You were all over each other last night when you thought no one was looking.”
“But you were? Looking?”
“Hello— I have eyes. I’m very observant.”
“Really,” he sounded doubtful.
“So— you dumped her the day after her birthday? Or did she do the dumping?” Buffy was an idiot if that was the case.
Angelus pressed the fingertips of both hands together, pondering his answer. “It was a mutual decision. I showed her who I really am and she couldn’t handle it.”
That confused Cordy. “Buffy knows you’re a vampire, Angel. She’s seen your game face before.”
With a gasp, she asked, “Did you try to bite her— like a vampire hickey thing?”
Laughing aloud, Angel admitted truthfully, “No, I did not try to bite her.”
He wanted to toy with the Slayer first. Biting would come later after he let anticipation rise to its peak. First, he had a promise to keep and that involved Buffy’s friends and the trail of corpses he planned to leave at her doorstep. It would have been easier to simply suck Cordelia dry and leave her dead body draped across the hood of her car, but that was a bore.
No, the evil vampire suddenly had other plans for this luscious specimen of humanity. The thought of finding pleasure in her was not a new idea, but the soul kept those ideas tempered down. Lust after the cheerleader while dating the Slayer? Only naughty vamps thought such terrible things.
Cordelia found the vampire grinning at her again. That smile just made her whole body weak. “I-I still don’t understand. What with all the kissing yesterday—”
“Kissing,” Angelus waved his hand carelessly. “You know how it is. Kissing can mean everything or nothing.”
“Nothing?” Cordy gaped. It certainly hadn't looked like nothing.
“Like you and the X-boy.”
It took her a second to realize that Angel knew about herself and Xander Harris. “How do you know about Xander?”
“His scent is all over you, but it’s just his skin and the scent of his clothes having rubbed against yours.”
“Eew!” Cordelia scrunched up her nose. “You can tell? God, I hope I don’t smell. What do I smell like? Not bad, I hope.”
Angelus wondered if she really wanted to know, but told her anyway. “Like Xander, as I’ve already said. Underneath that there is your skin scented with raindrops, soap, just a hint of your perfume and—”
“And what?” Hopefully not dumpster odor.
He was smiling again, this time running the tip of his tongue across his lips. “—the soft stirring scent of the essence that is you, Cordelia. Your sweet breath, your copper blood, and the tangy moisture that lubricates your flesh.”
Gripping the steering wheel a little tighter, Cordy kept her eyes pointed forward. Did he just say what he thought he did? Lubrication was never a common topic of discussion between herself and the vampire, but somehow she doubted that Angel was suggesting she was sweaty. Especially since her own senses told her that the moisture in question was the reason her panties felt a little damp. Just being in Angel’s presence like this and hearing the tone of his voice aroused her, much less listening to his suggestive words and having his gaze upon her.
“Huh! Vampire senses. Never know what you’re gonna come up with next,” Cordelia joked. Trying to focus on their original conversation, “Imagine that you can tell I kissed Xander just with your sense of smell.”
“Have you done more than kiss?”
“That is *so* none of your business.” Cordelia huffed at the audacity of the question. Bad enough everyone would find out she had been kissing Xander much less doing anything else. Quickly admitting, “No, Xander and I have not moved beyond the kissing stage.”
Angelus hated the idea of the lowly cretin looking at any of his women much less kissing them. The thought repeated in his head as the vampire realized he included Cordelia in the small group of females he considered his. She was supposed to be his— to kill. That could wait a few hours.
Cordy tagged on, “There was definitely gropage in the broom closet two days ago, so I suppose maybe we’ve moved on to the groping stage.”
“Groping in the broom closet?”
“Don’t look so shocked,” Cordelia laughed. “What do you expect, Don Juan? Xander is a high school boy, not a two hundred-year-old manpire with oodles of experience. Geez! I think you keep forgetting that we’re in the 20th Century. Girls don’t have to stay virginal until they get married or die from boredom.”
“I am aware of the sexual revolution. Been there. Loved that,” Angelus laughed at her wide-eyed expression. “So tell me— are you?”
“What?”
“Virginal?”
Grateful that they had just pulled up to the gate of her family’s estate, Cordelia pushed the button that lowered the window. “Again— that is strictly on a need to know basis.”
Leaning out the window, she punched in the code to open the gate and heard Angel repeating his question, “Are you?”
Nervously licking her lips, Cordelia wondered if the vampire was simply curious or asking for another reason. His questions were overly intimate. Considering their past interactions, Cordy felt confused by the sudden attention. Not that her body seemed to care. It was practically humming every time she met his warm chocolate gaze.
The gate was open and Cordy jammed her foot on the gas pedal causing the Corvette to jerk in reaction. Ignoring the persistent interest in the status of her hymen, she chose to change the subject. “So, you’ve never been to my place before.”
“No.” Angelus glowered realizing that she had no intention of telling him whether or not she was a virgin. Just made him more curious.
“Guess you’ll need an invitation.”
Wondering if he had been pushing her too fast, Angelus looked a little doubtful. “If you will give me one.”
“Don’t be a dumbass!” Cordelia pulled the car to a stop along the circular drive directly in front of the huge steps leading up to the main door. “You’re my friend. Aren’t you? That means you always have an open invitation.”
“Just need the one.”
Cordelia exited the car and waited for Angel to close his door before depressing the locking mechanism on her key ring. “Vampires have weird customs.”
Not bothering to correct her, Angelus strolled up behind her. “Do I get the grand tour?”
“Xander is expecting us in about forty-five minutes,” she reminded. “There’s no time for the grand tour. How about a quickie?”
“A quickie?”
“I suffer from foot-in-mouth disease,” Cordelia felt her skin flush. Talk about a Freudian Slip. “I meant the mini-tour.”
“Naturally.”
“Yep!”
Cordelia covered her embarrassment by showing Angel around the lower level. Passing through the formal living and dining rooms, they paused in the kitchen where a tinfoil-covered plate was left on the counter. Once again, the maid had left before Cordelia got home. “Rosaria goes home at six. Sorry that I can’t offer you a bite— we don’t have any pig’s blood.”
“I can wait,” Angelus glanced down at her neck as she turned to head back into the dining room.
The main staircase branched off to two separate wings of the house. “My parents’ rooms are on that side. They’re in Europe on business right now or I’d introduce you. My rooms are in this wing.”
Rooms indeed, Angelus looked around at the opulent furnishings and equipment. Cordy had her own private gym and another room full of entertainment devices in addition to her bedroom and private bath.
“So this is your bedroom,” the vampire wandered in even though she was hovering at the door. “Nice big bed.”
“Uh— yeah. I like to stretch out.”
“It’s those long legs.”
“Er— Angel, I have to get ready if we’re gonna be at Willow’s house on time. I have to take a shower and pick out something trashy to wear.”
“Mm-hmm,” came the absent sound. Then Angelus turned to her with sudden vigor. “I’ll just wander around the rest of the floor on my own.”
“O-Okay.”
Cordelia showered as quickly as she could, dried off and put on her fluffy bathrobe. She dried her hair with the blow dryer and was out of the bathroom in twenty minutes. When she walked back into the bedroom, Cordy noticed that several items of clothing had been draped across her bedspread. She crept forward across the carpet on her bare feet as if the discovery was due to some strange phenomenon instead of the obvious.
Angel had gone through her closet and selected clothes for her to wear on this mission of trashiness. Looking down, Cordy saw that he had not only picked out a top and skirt, but his selection process also included choosing her underwear. She nibbled on her lower lip while examining his choices. There was a combination of black lace, sheer silk and soft leather on the bed. Things that she had worn with other items, but never together.
Reaching for the lace panties, Cordy slipped them on under the robe. Untying the knot in the belt, she let the terrycloth robe pool at her ankles. She put on the matching black bra next, glancing at her reflection in the floor-length mirror. There was a little garter belt which she rarely wore and black silk stockings that felt like heaven against her skin as she slipped them on. The leather mini-skirt came next followed by the silky black top that was practically transparent making her breasts stand out like beacons in the sexy bra that showed them to their advantage.
Staring at her own image, Cordelia reached out to touch the flat surface of the mirror as if she could block out the startling view. Just the thought that Angel had been rummaging through her panty drawer and closet to select what she was wearing made her head spin. She lowered her hand from the mirror, running a finger down the edge of her bra where it showed through the sheer top.
Then she felt another finger tracing the same pattern at her back. “Don’t turn around.”
Cordelia’s eyes darted upward, staring into the mirror futilely. Naturally, the vampire cast no reflection. Her breathing was shaky and her heartbeat sounded loud in her ears. “How long have you been standing there?”
“Long enough,” Angelus continued to trace patterns against the silk top. “Long enough to see how beautiful you really are.”
A flash of anger hit as Cordelia told him, “Not only don’t I like being spied on, but you went through my things.”
“Do you like what you’re wearing?” Angelus purred in her ear eliciting a tiny moan from the brunette. “I do, baby. Nothing trashy about it— just pure sex standing there on a pair of incredible legs.”
“A-Angel?” Cordelia was feeling aroused and a little scared at the same time. His finger now moved around to ring her navel causing her hips to jerk back connecting with his. “What are you doing?”
“Touching you,” Angelus now placed both hands on her body rubbing them in small circles across her upper and lower abdomen. Whispering in her ear, he asked her, “Do you know what you do to me? What you’ve always done to me, Cordelia?”
“No,” Cordy shuddered against him as a wave of pleasure followed the soft press of his mouth against her earlobe.
Cordelia stared into the mirror seeing herself writhe in reaction and feeling Angel’s cool hands on her body, but without seeing him. Those incredibly capable hands curled around her breasts just testing their weight against his palms.
“You make me want you,” Angelus’ voice descended into a near-growl. One of his hands lowered to press her hips harder into his as he opened his thighs wider. Cordelia gasped as her buttocks met the bulging erection through the barrier of their clothes. “You make me hard. You make me forget everything except making you mine.”
Yanking herself out of his embrace, Cordelia whirled around to face him. “Angel, stop this! You just broke up with Buffy and I’m still Xander Harris’ girlfriend.”
Angelus wasn’t about to be put off. He was going to have her, but he wanted her willing before she started screaming out his name. “Can you deny you want me?”
Deny it. Cordelia was certain he could sense the proof of it. Damn vampire senses. “No. I don’t deny it, Angel. I’ve always wanted you— ever since I saw you at the Bronze. That changes nothing.”
“It changes everything.” Angelus palmed her face brushing his thumb against the curve of her cheekbone. “Aren’t you curious to know how we kiss?”
Her mouth parted just at the thought. Taking that as consent, Angelus leaned in to kiss her. It started gently with the mere sweep of his lips across hers then pressed closer onto her mouth. He pulled her into his arms and felt the hesitant movement of her hands as they curled around his biceps.
Cordelia’s eyes shuttered closed as she started to kiss him back, exploring the texture of his mouth with her lips. Licking at her lips, the moist edge of her tongue dashed across his mouth. Angelus took their kiss deeper as his hands continued to explore her body eliciting sultry moans from Cordelia’s throat.
“Do you see how it is, baby?” Angelus had his hands beneath her top caressing her skin. She had no time to answer as he was back at her mouth, this time practically devouring her with the most sensual kisses she ever experienced.
“Angel,” she managed to gasp his name when she came up for air. Clutching at his broad shoulders, Cordelia saw that the eyes staring down at her from his handsome human face were dark topaz. It was the demon in him, she realized, coming out to play. The thought just excited her even more. Curling her fingernails into his shoulder, Cordy pulled herself closer so that her breasts were flush against his hard chest and her bare abdomen scraped along his belt buckle. She didn’t care as long as she could feel his hard need up against her groin.
Cordelia heard the sharp sound of a zipper and felt the leather mini-skirt drop to the floor. Then his hands were cupping her bottom, feeling beneath the black lace panties and moving over her curves. “Mmm! Angel, please.”
“Please what?”
Panting with her own arousal, Cordy reached back to pull at his wrists. “Touch me here again.”
She led his hands to her breasts, only this time Angelus moved to rip away the top and bra tossing them on the ground. Then his hands were on her bare skin caressing her breasts, teasing the nipples until they were hard points against his thumbs. The vampire followed up by lowering his mouth to her swelling flesh, flicking his tongue across her skin.
Cordy’s hands were tangled in his hair. He gripped one wrist, bringing her hand down to his belt silently telling her what he wanted. Both hands fumbled with the belt buckle and the button and zipper of his pants. She must have been taking too long because he shoved one of her hands down his pants guiding her touch across his erect flesh.
Standing up, Angelus let her see the expression of lust on his face as she touched him. He took the opportunity to remove his shirt. Cordy found herself leaning against the bare wall of his chest just to feel his skin on hers. She continued to stroke his penis marveling at its size and texture.
When the vampire shoved his pants down, Cordelia gasped aloud at the sight of her hand on his hard flesh. She couldn’t deny the feeling that she had never wanted anything more that to have Angel inside her.
“Get on the bed,” Angelus ordered while pressing a kiss against her forehead. Divesting himself of the rest of his clothing in short fashion, he watched as Cordelia tossed the bedspread to the bottom of the bed. She crawled to the center of the bed and he wondered if the sway in her lush bottom was purposefully teasing or if she was just truly that sexy by nature.
Naked, he stalked to the bed. Just as he was about to climb on, Cordelia stopped him. “Wait. Let me look at you.”
One side of his mouth curled into a grin. Her hazel eyes were already washing over him like a warm caress. The tip of her tongue subconsciously swept across her upper lip as she admired the way Angel was put together. “You’re such a hottie.”
“Like what you see?”
Nodding, Cordelia scooted forward to press her palms flat against his chest and let her fingers explore the sculpted edges of his torso. Letting him guess at her answer, all she could do was manage a happy trill, “Mmm! Naked Angel.”
Laying her back across the pillows, Angelus pulled the lace panties from her hips sliding them down, but leaving the garter in place. Then he took that off too along with the silk stockings deciding he wanted no barriers between himself and Cordelia. Kneeling on the bed between her thighs, the vampire stared down at the naked beauty beneath him.
All he wanted was to push himself inside her, but Angelus was determined to wait this out, arouse Cordelia to the point where she could think of nothing else but him. So he set about accomplishing that task by teasing her with kisses again. Starting at her mouth, he slowly worked his way down her body until he was at the apex of her thighs.
Cordelia’s knees automatically fell open, giving him access to her core, instinctively knowing what he wanted. Soon, her eyes were rolling back in her head at the sensations he evoked using his lips, teeth, tongue and fingers to bring her to the edge of something more intense than anything she had experienced.
Her hands were tangled in his hair again. It was a good thing the vampire did not have to breathe as she held him there as wave after wave of her orgasm pooled forth. Angelus captured her essence on his tongue, tasting the ambrosia that was purely Cordelia. Rising up, he took his rock hard penis in hand fitting himself to her opening and thrusting inside in one long movement.
A startled cry sounded from Cordelia’s throat as she opened her eyes. From perfect pleasure to sudden pain was a shock to her system. Angel was so far up inside that she felt impaled on his member.
“So you were a virgin,” Angelus looked down with intense satisfaction that he was the first, the only one to have her.
“It hurts!” She started to push at his chest, but the vampire did not budge. He neither moved away nor started to thrust.
“Hold still,” he instructed. “We’ll take it slow.”
“Easy for you to say,” Cordelia felt tears on her cheeks. “You don’t have a redwood inside you.”
“Nice compliment, baby,” Angelus leered, “but I don’t think it’s *that* big. You fit around me so tight. So good. Just breathe deep and relax. The pleasure will be back. I’ll make it come.”
When Cordelia finally relaxed back into the bed, the vampire above her began a slow and steady rhythm. The pain was still there at first, but quickly dissipated. “Oh, Angel, I—”
“Yes?” He curled his body down in order to press smooching kisses against her throat.
“That feels— incredible. Don’t stop.”
Angelus smiled against her soft throat as Cordelia’s hips started to thrust back in an answering rhythm. Her hands were clutching at his shoulders and her head rolled back into the pillow as the slightly rough surface of his tongue traced the cords of her neck. They rocked together for countless minutes. It felt like eons of time wallowing in pure pleasure. She pulled him up from her neck, wanting her mouth on his.
Cordy kissed Angel voraciously as his rhythm increased. Her legs wound tightly around his back. Gasping, she stared into his eyes. “Angel! Please, please. I’m almost there.”
“I know, baby,” he reached down between them and tweaked the bundle of nerves at the junction of their joining. Then it was happening and Cordelia screamed his name as she came down from the heavens he had wrought.
As Cordelia came back to her own senses, she realized that he was still inside her body and still completely hard. Her breathing was coming in gasps as she reached up to touch him. “What’s this? Vampire stamina?”
“That one was for you, my sweet tigress.” Angelus sat back on his haunches keeping her flush against him. “This time it’s all for me.”
“Oh, really?”
“If you do what I say, Cordy, your next orgasm will make that one seem insignificant.”
Cordelia couldn’t imagine that. With a suddenly shy grin, she told him, “I’m game.”
As she reached up to touch him Angelus grabbed her wrists and pressed them sharply downward into the bed next to her head. He leaned down to kiss her, and then moved his head to the side nudging at hers until she granted him access to her neck. Again, he kissed and licked at her flesh until Cordy was certain that a gigantic hickey would be the result. Not that she really cared.
“Do you have any clue what a great lay you are, baby? So tight and hot. Your body just cries out to be touched,” Angelus nipped at her earlobe. He was thrusting into her again drawing out more keening moans of pleasure. This time his hands roamed her body to cup her breasts before traveling down to hold her hips. He pistoned into her body with a faster, deeper rhythm. “That’s it— wrap those legs around me.”
“Angel. Oh, Angel. Mmm! Nngh! Want to touch you, Angel.”
The vampire thrust harder each time she said his name— the name of his souled self. “Don’t call me that.”
Distractedly, Cordelia met his gaze finding it dark amber and angry. “Angel?”
“The name is Angelus.”
“Huh?”
“Where were you, Cordy, on the day the Watcher told your precious Scooby Gang about me? Did they tell you what I was like without a soul? Did they tell you about my curse?”
Releasing her wrists, the vampire pushed her thighs back against until they nearly pressed against the bed, giving him better access to her core. Lustfully, he watched his thrusts with each entry for a minute allowing his questions to sink in to the cheerleader’s head.
“Angel?” Cordelia’s hands were still motionless as the stunning truth came to mind. This was not the Vampire with a Soul that had captured her interest, who had protected her and seemed so tender with Buffy Summers. This was the demon in his purest form.
Cordelia started screaming even as the vampire continued to drive himself closer and closer to orgasm. Her own body was quavering in fear and was catapulting just as fast toward another orgasm of her own.
“No, no, no!” She didn’t want it to feel this good. He was evil. A demon. All she could do was plead for him to stop, but she kept using the wrong name. “Angel, please.”
“It’s Angelus, baby,” he growled. Shifting into game face, he stared down at her with his demon visage baring his fangs.
Cordelia knew what was going to happen. “A-Angelus, please. I don’t want to die.”
“You *will* die, Cordy. I promised the Slayer.” Angelus watched her tears pour forth without a shred of remorse. It was an emotion he knew nothing about. “I made a promise to you too.”
As Angelus’ fangs bit deep into her throat, Cordelia felt a sharp stab of pain that echoed the loss of her virginity. Then she felt her blood being drained and the vampire’s tongue lapping at the vital fluid. Somewhere in the haze that started to overtake her, Angelus’ own orgasm flooded her insides and setting off another climax that left the others in its wake. A shroud of pleasure descended.
“Still awake?” Angelus patted her cheek. “How do you feel?”
Cordelia could barely lift her eyes open. “I’m dying, you bastard. What do you think?”
“Yes,” he confirmed. “You’re dying.”
“Thirsty,” Cordelia muttered.
Angelus lifted his arm, slit his wrist and held it to her mouth. “Then drink, sweet tigress. You may die, but I’ll make sure you live again— as mine.”
End.