Rating: NC-17
Category: Smut
Content: Cordy/Other Romance, Angel/Cordy friendship, romance, angst. AI friendship, G/F, W/Fa.
Summary: Cordelia's dating an actor and it's quite serious. He's
in a show and she's guest staring. She has everything she wants. But she's
not happy and Angel knows it. One night of shoulder crying turns into a
steamy affair.
Disclaimer: The characters in the Angelverse were created by
Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit
is made.
Notes: Let me start of by saying I got this idea while watching
Unfaithful. Richard Gere is incredible! Any way, Wesley is once again in
with the group and, surprise, surprise, he's with Faith(Cuz hello sexual
tension!) The Angel drama never happened. Conner caught Justine killing
Holtz and was explained why, so Angel and him are extremely close. Cordelia
went to higher plane, but came back during the summer. Her and Angel just
put everything behind them.
Feedback: Please?! Good or bad! Just some! Let me know how I'm
doing people!
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Part 1
"I gave you two children, Bill, and you leave me for a man?! No, don't speak, don't say anything-what is there to say? You said it all...WITH HIM!" Her big eyes are full of tears, almost ready to fall from her face. "I gave you two children, Bill...two children, I gave you two children." Cordelia looks at Angel, who's sitting on the couch in the lobby watching her intently, along with Gunn and Wes. "Then Bill has his lines, blah blah blah blah, and then it's me again!" She goes back into her acting mode. "You DARE say that to me?! Oh!" She smacks the coatrack that is "Bill", knocking a coat to the ground. "Oops." She picks it up and looks at them. "What do you think?"
"Definately made it your own part." Wesley commented.
"Great job Barbie. But what are you freakin out about? I mean, your honey's the main character. He wants you there, you're there."
"I don't want the part because my boyfriend's in the show. Although, hello! I have a boyfriend in show buisness! But that's not the point. I want the part because I deserve it." Turning to the silent vampire. "Angel?" She walked over to his stoic figure, sitting next to him. "What did you think?"
"Oh, what?" Her eyes widened, mouth dropping slightly and she smacked him hard on the arm. "Ow!"
"I did all that work and you weren't even paying attention?! Last time I ever ask you for your opinion!" She pouted and smacked him again, making him laugh.
"Cordy, I'm playing. I watched every second."
"What'd you think?" He looked at her, face stern, and she frowned.
"If they don't give you the part, they're insane." With a screech of happiness that made Angel's ears ache, she wrapped her arms tightly around him.
"You mean it Angel? Am I really that good?"
"I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it Cor."
"And you actually said it this time." Her smile seemed to illuminate the entire room. A room that turned dark very quickly when Cordelia's actor of a boyfriend, Jason Marlaney came in. He was about five foot eleven and Angel noticed that quickly, taking every opportunity to show he was taller than him. He had a light brown, almost blonde hair, green eyes and a smile that was too straight and too white. It annoyed Angel to no extent.
"Jason!" Cordelia hopped off the couch, running to him and wrapping her arms around him the way she had around Angel. Except, Jason was granted with a sweet kiss that Angel was deprived off.
"You ready babe?"
"Yeah. Just a sec." She grabbed her purse and went to the guys, giving each one a hug and a peck on the cheek. She walked next to him, letting his arm wrap around her as they walked out into the bright Los Angeles day. Angel hid his jealousy. Six months. They had been dating for six months. You'd think she would break up with him after a while, but no! Here they were, closer than ever and it tore him up inside. His jealousy was quickly thrown out the window though when Conner walked in. It was really amazing how clsoe they were when you considered everything that happened. He had to put away those emotions, because Conner could sense them. And that would lead to questions he didn't want to answer at the moment.
"Hey Dad." He threw the backpack on the counter and came and sat on one of the chairs.
"Hey Conner." He studies his father.
"Moping over Cordelia?" Angel looked around, not seeing Gunn or Wes. They must've left when he was in his thoughts. Although he didn't know he was out of it for that long. Maybe Faith anf Fred had returned from the mall and they had taken off.
"What? Pfft, no. Why would I be moping over Cordelia?"
"Because I just saw her leave with her boyfriend."
"Oh."
"Saw Wes and Faith too. Said they were heading to his place. Enough said there, right?" Angel smiled and nodded.
"Yeah. Don't need to go into detail." Both their faces straightened. "Just got home from school and you're alreadey eager to get your ass beat?"
"I so almost had you last time."
"Right. I went easy on you. You are my son, after all." They argued as they walked down into the basement.
"Okay. But that's what you said before when I broke your nose too."
"No no no no no. That was because I wasn't ready. You caught me off guard."
"I thought you're always supposed to be on guard Dad." Angel smiled at his son as they picked up the swords in the basement.
"You're learning fast. You get that from me, you know?"
"Anyways..." They drew their swords, meeting in the center. With a smile
from each, Angel showed Conner one of the many reasons he had survived
for over two hundred years.
Part 2
Cordelia paced back and forth in her apartment nervous, anxious, excited and afraid. So many emotions ran through her. She had done good, she knew she had. But did they know that? Would they see it?
"Honey? Can you sit down? You're making me dizzy." She turned and looked at Jason.
"I know, I'm sorry. But I can't sit down! Because if I sit down, that gives me time to think and I really don't want to think that much right now!"
"You've got the part Babe. Trust me." Her eyes narrowed on him.
"How do you know?"
"Because you're incredible." He said, slightly stumbling ove rhis words.
"Jason, I appreciate your connections and getting me the interview, I really do. But I want to be know as Cordelia Chase, Actress! Not, Cordelia Chase, girlfriend of an actor. Or, Cordelia Chase, got part because boyfriend's the main character. I want my own name for myself, do you understand that?"
"Of course I do. I just, I want to help you a long a bit." She turned away from him and frowned.
"You don't think I can get there on my own?"
"Yes I do. I know you can."
"Then let me do it. Don't use your position to get me in. I want to do it myself."
"Okay." He gave her a smile and she returned a small one. It quickly disappeared as she clutched her hands to her head, letting out a scream of pain and falling to the floor. A startled Jason ran to her, trying to calm her down. He had never seen her actually have a vision though she had told him about them. She squeezed her eyes closed as the vision subsided.
"Angel?" Jason frowned and she realized she had called for Angel. She made up for it quickly though. "Can you hand me the phone honey? I have to call Angel and tell him about the vision." He nodded and got up, not seeing the phone where it was supposed to be.
"Where is it?"
"Dennis!" She called out and the phone came floating to her, hitting Jason's head slightly in the process. "Dennis. Behave. And thank you. Press one on the speed dial for me?" It was done and Jason frowned. Why wasn't his number the first on speed dial?
"I'm never going to get used to that ghost."
"Shh! Don't call him that. He prefers phantom." The phone rang four times and she was about to hang up when he answered.
"Hello?"
"Why'd it take you so long to answer your phone?!"
"Cordy?"
"Yeah! Why'd it take you so long to answer your cell phone? I know you can work it now. This is an emergency."
"I was in the shower." The mental picture of a naked Angel, watter flowing over his body and dripping from different areas made Cordelia twitch slightly, face crimson. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"
"Yeah. I'm fine. Are you decent?"
"What?"
"Are you decent? Do you have clothes on?" Angel looked down at the towel around his waist. A part of Cordelia hoped he would say no.
"Yeah. Why, you need me to come over? Are you sure you're okay?"
"Angel, I'm fine. You do need to go now though. That park on Olympic."
"Not the best park to be at on a Friday night."
"Exactly. Um, a couple. They're at the part, taking a walk or something. Vampire. Pretty big. Looks strong too."
"I need back up? Because Conner's been bugging me. He's ancey. Needs to hit something."
"You can take him. But be careful."
"All right. Just sit down and relax. I'm sending Fred and Gunn over."
"Angel, you don't-" He already disconnected the line. She turned to her boyfriend who was giving her a curious look. He was not good at hiding his jealousy. She didn't want to deal with that right now though. Her head felt like it would explode. A cup of water and a bottle of asprin floated to her. "Thanks Dennis." She patted the seat next to her and Jason sat there. She leaned her head against him, dozing off slightly. She wondered why she was picturing Angel there instead of him though.
The knock on her door startled her to reality. She opened her eyes and moved off Jason so he could open the door. His face was stiff when he saw Fred and Gunn there. They barged in past him and went to Cordelia.
"Cordy! Are you okay? Angel told us to come over because he said you sounded like you were in pain and he wanted us to make sure you weere okay. Are you? You're not al boil-y again are ya? Cuz he wanted to come, but said u wouldn't let him and-"
"Breathe Fred." Gunn looked over Cordy. "You sure you're all right?"
"Besides a rug burn and vision pain, I'm good."
"Word." They looked at Fred and Gunn just shook his head. Then Cordelia eyed Gunn.
"Baby. I've told you before. You can't say those words." She frowned then sat next to Cordelia with a pout on her lips. "You sure you're cool Cordy?"
"Yup. Positive. I'm taken care of here guys, don't worry."
"Well, we know that. But you know damn well Angel's gonna be here right after he gets back. Along with Junior over there."
"Conner went with him after all?"
"You kidding? A chance to beat something up? He was out before Angel had his coat on." Cordy laughed.
"I'm just glad they're finally getting along. You know, not trying to
kill each other." The television flipped on and Denis found them a movie
to watch. They sat around the living room, Jason included and watched a
movie. Except he wasn't sitting next to Cordy anymore, he was on a couch.
It seemed like everytime she got around her friends, he was pushed aside.
Especially if it involved a certain brown eyed vampire. He shook his head.
He was worrying too much.
Part 3
Unlike Fred and Gunn, Angel didn't knock. He turned the knob slowly and pushed the door open. Dennis shut it behind him and Angel smiled when he saw Cordelia asleep on the couch, the credits of some movie playing on the television set.
"Angel?" He froze, stunned. She looked at him, eyes wide and shining.
"Hey." He walked over and sat next to her. She immediately rested her head agaisnt him and he tensed at the contact, relaxing as she snuggled closer. It felt so perfect. "I thought you were asleep."
"Nah. Just watching this movie."
"Cor, it's over."
"Oh. Ha! I must've dozed off after all." He stared at her, seeing her slightly puffy eyes. His frown was deep, his brow furrowing. "What's wrong?" He let out a sigh.
"You tell me." She looked up at him, then back at the tv.
"Angel, I'm fine. Really."
"You're a horrible liar Cordy." She glared at him. He knew he was pushing it, but what the hell? She didn't want him any way. And he was worried about her, after all.
"I am not." She pouted and he tried to hide his smile. But damn, she was so cute. "I just...I took some pills for the pain and I'm a little drowzy. The vision shook me up, that's all."
"I asked you if you were okay. If you wanted me to come over-"
"Angel. Someone was going to die. You kind of had other obligations. I had Jason here and Dennis of course." His body went tense again at the mention of the other man's name. Except, he didn't relax this time. "Besides, you sent Gunn and Fred over so...I was kept company."
"Where are they any way?"
"I told them to go home. I was feeling fine."
"Well, maybe you are getting better at the lying thing."
"It wasn't lying. It was acting. Acting like I was feeling better."
"Cordy-"
"I know, I know." There was a moment of silence and they both stared at the tv, another movie starting. "Angel?"
"Mmmm hmmm?"
"Um, do you think that maybe you could, you know? Kind of stay with me tonight?" He looked at her, concerned. "I just, I don't feel very well. I'm still kind of shaken up. That vision just kind of freaked me out. It was so vivid, so real, like it was me. I felt more than just their pain...it was horrible. I felt the pleasure the demon was feeling when he killed them. I just don't want to be alone right now." His body relaxed again finally, and he wrapped an arm around her tightly.
"Let me just call the guys and tell them to go home, all right?" She nodded as the phone came to Angel and he dialed the number.
"Angel Investigations...um, what do you want?"
"Conner."
"Dad! Oh, um. I, I didn't know it was you."
"Obviously. That'll definately bring in the clients. Don't answer the phone no more." He said, jokingly.
"Okay. Where are you?"
"I'm at Cordy's."
"Oh, reeeeally?"
"Mind out of the gutter please? Tell Wes and Faith they can head home."
"How'd you know they were back?"
"Instinct I guess. I'll be back tomorrow."
"Staying the night, huh? Someone's gonna get-"
"You say it and you're dead. Cordy isn't feeling well. I'm going to keep her company."
"All right. See ya tomorrow. Night Dad."
"Night Son." He turned back to Cordy who was smiling sweetly at him
and who took him as her pillow once again. This time, he didn't wait to
wrap his arm around her again. Even though she just wanted him there for
comfort, he was happy to be the one to make her feel better.
Part 4
Angel startled awake at the sound of Cordelia screaming. His body was alert, even in sleep and he hopped to his feet. A look of confusion came upon him as he stared at the woman before him, still in a pair of pajama pants and a tank top, a bright smile on her face. She was talking to someone on the phone.
"No, no, I'm here. It's just, this is so amazing! I knew I should have the part, but I never thought I would get it! Oh my God! Thank you! Thank you so much! Yes, yes! Of course! Tomorrow? Seven o'clock? Morning? Good, because I am not a morning person! You neither? All right. Thanks again, really! Bye." She hung up and turned to Angel. He winced with a smirk, one eye closing as she screamed again and ran to him. "Angel! I got the part! I got it! Me! Cordelia Chase! I'm going to be on a tv show!" His smile grew as large as hers as she wrapped her arms around him, bouncing up and down. He joined with a couple hops of his own.
"Congratulations Cordy."
"Thank you Angel. I just, I can't believe it."
"I told you you'd get the part."
"I know. Who knew you would've been right."
"Hey!" She smiled, still hugging him. Then she pulled away, eyes wide.
"I still gotta tell Fred and Conner and Gunn and Wes and Lorne and Faith! Oh my God! Wait 'til the Sunnydale crew sees me. They doubted me Angel. Said I couldn't do it. Now I can rub their noses in it. I think I'm going to call Willow tonight." Angel raised an eyebrow at her and her smile only got bigger, if that was even possible. "We need to celebrate! Go out, all of us. Have a good time. Yeah?"
"Anything you want Cordy. It's your day."
"Really?"
"Yup. Hell, I'll even pay."
"You're so sweet Angel. It'll be perfect. We'll all have such a great time." Realization dawned on Cordelia. "I have to call Jason! He needs to hear this!" Angel felt his heart split in two. God, for a two hundred and some year old vampire, he was pretty damn naive. Or, stupid actually. Stupid was definately the word. And he felt it too. Cordy didn't even notice the hurt that passed through his eyes. It quickly faded though. He walked into her room, taking out some clothes he had left there before. She had clothes at his place and he had clothes here. He walked into the bathroom, shut the door and turned on the water. He adjusted the knobs until it was steaming hot, stripped, and stepped into the scalding spray. "Baby!" Cordelia screeched into the phone. "Baby! I got the part! Yeah, I know you told me I would. But still. Isn't this amazing? We're going out tonight! Everyone! You, me, Conner, Angel- Yes, Angel. He's my best friend, of course he's coming with us. Damn right it's my celebration. Look, I don't want to fight with you. It's my thing...yes. Yes." She let out a soft laugh. "I know. You have nothing to worry about. It's just...it's a friendship. Yeah. That, that's it." She sounded dissappointed, but he told himself he was imagining it. "Yeah. I love you too." There wasn't much emotion behind, not much sincerity. But he let it go. They hung up and Cordelia heard the shower spraying in her bathroom. She didn't know why she was doing it, but she inched the door open slowly. Steam flew out, heat hitting her in the face and nearly making her cough. She let her eyes focus, body turning to jelly, heat rising inside her. He wasn't completely clear, but enough to make her heart skip a beat when she saw his naked form through the blurry shower wall. She knew she was staring, she needed to leave but she couldn't move her feet. They seemed to be stuck to the tile. She saw him stop moving and her breath caught. She moved as fast as she could, careful not to slam the door.
Angel opened the shower door and stepped out. He could've sworn Cordelia was in there. He could feel her prescense. But the fact that she wasn't standing there proved otherwise. He shook his head. If only she felt the same. If only it was even possible, he would tell her. Could tell her how much he cared about her. How much he loved her, wanted her. He frowned, looking into the mirror. When it came to Cordelia, she could really make him feel invisble. Like he really wasn't there. At the same time she could make him feel like he was only man on earth. Stop dreaming. She's your friend. That's all. That's all you two can ever be. He was suddenly happy he had no reflexion, because he figured he would look pretty old, Lord knew he felt it. At least you have that. Right?
Cordelia paced back in forth in the small area in front of her coffee table. God, he had looked good. Really good. Lickabley good. She stopped. What am I saying? Er, thinking? This is Angel. Eunuch boy. No bone. She wondered...If he was boneable, would you? Hell yeah! I mean, hello! Hottness! No! No, no, no! Bad thoughts! If only that stupid steam hadn't been there... The phone rang and she jumped, letting out a startled scream.
"Hello? Oh, Jason. Yeah, I'm fine. The phone just, it scared me. I was, uh, dozing." Angel walked out of the bathroom, steam flowing out like a train of smoke. He say Cordelia still on the phone, making him realize that it couldn't have been her in the bathroom. She was still on the phone with Jason. He turned on the tv, really paying attention to the conversation. "You did? You are beyond sweet, you know that?" Angel made a fake gagging noise wihtout Cordelia's knowledge, knowing Dennis couldn't really respond. "that's perfect timing too. Of course. I'll tell the gang. Yeah. I know, I love you too." Angel frowned at her words, heart shattering. The look of pain on his face impossible to hide. She got off the phone and sat next to him, the emotion on his face hidden, but still there. She noticed something in his eyes, but couldn't make it out. "Guess what!" He didn't respond, just looked at her. "I'm having a party here tomorrow. Jason's taking care of all the charges, so I don't have to worry about taking anything out of my own pocket. I have to tell everyone. You'll be there, right Angel?" She was doing it again. Making him feel like he was actually important. Like he wasn't invisible.
"I don't know Cordy."
"Angel..." She whined.
"I just, I'm not good with people. You know I'm not a social person."
"Sure you are. You're talking to me. See? Social."
"But that's different. I know you. You're my best friend."
"Yup! Best friend's go to their friend's parties." He raised an eyebrow at her. She leaned over, hand on his knee. "Please Angel? What's the point of having a party if the most important people aren't there?"
"I don't know."
"You can, you can sit in the kitchen the whole time and drink beer with Dennis. But, of course, you have to save me one dance." Before he could protest. "A slow one. Deal?" He smiled at her.
"Deal. I'll be here." She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him and placed a kiss on his lower cheek. It was a little too close to his lips though and they both just sat there. She moved closer to him, hand moving to his thigh, other tracing his bottomw lip. Angel couldn't move. "Cordy."
"Shh. Angel. Don't say...anything." She pressed her lips to his, hand
clutching his shirt. He kissed her, reveling. His hand went to the small
of her back, pressing her to him. That was when reality struck and she
tore her lips from his, eyes wide. Standing up, her body was shaking. "Angel,
I. I'm sorry." She ran into her room, locking the door. Angel sighed shakily,
sinking into the couch. He closed his eyes, too many emotions running through
him. He knew it was too damn good to be ture. He sat there brooding, waiting
impatiently for sunset.
Part 5
As soon as the sun set, Angel was gone, making his way to the hotel. Cordelia stayed in her room, working the guts up to go out there. To be able to face him. She gathered her courage and walked out.
"Ang...el?" It turned to a question when she didn't see him. She looked around the apartment, not seeing him anywhere. She sat on her couch, his scent still lingering there. Inhaling, she sunk into it like he had done. She had really screwed up, and she knew it. After a few minutes of sulking, she got up and headed out to work. She was, after all, a little late. She got there and noticed how quiet the place was. She looked around, saw the solumn looks on everyone's faces. "Where's Angel?" She asked anyone who would answer. Conner looked at her, eyes confused. "Oh my God. Is he okay?"
"You tell me." Conner said. She was startled by his voice.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I don't know what's wrong with him." He snipped, polishing his favorite ax. "Came in, told us all good morning, then went up to his room. No other words. Looked kind of down. He didn't lose a fight did he? That's never good." Cordelia shook her head.
"No. He's just tired. I had a rough night. Oooh! But guess what guys!" They all looked at her. "We're all going out tonight to celebrate because Miss Chase," se said pointing to herself, "is officially, an actress!" Fred screamed, jumping up and down and hugging Cordelia, who bounced up and down with her.
"That's so wonderful Cordy!"
"Way to go Cor." Faith said.
"It was in the bag Barbie, I told you."
"You were exceptional the other day, we knew you had it."
"Yeah. Great job Cordy." Conner added after Gunn and Wesley.
"I'm so happy you guys. We're all going out tonight and then I'm having a party at my place tomorrow and you all gotta be there because what's a party without my best friends, huh?"
"And we're gonna party, party." Faith said, looking at Wesley. "I just got to teach him to dance." They laughed, and started talking about the party tomorrow. She swallowed and walked upstairs, standing in front of Angel's door for what seemed like ages. She turned the knob and entered, mouth wide as she stared at Angel who was dressed only in his boxers.
"Angel?" He turned to her, surprised and pulled a pair of pants on in what seemed like a second. He gave her a sheepish smile and she returned it with a chuckle. "What are you doing?" The memories of the kiss seemed to evaporate for the time being.
"I don't know what to wear to our pre-celebration thing tonight. Where are we going?" He asked, going through his closet.
"I don't know."
"Well, it's your thing Cor. You pick, I pay."
"You don't have to-"
"Of course. Remember? Inevitable fame?" She laughed.
"Yes. I also remember a certain promise I made to you." She laughed. "And look. Here we are." He sat down on his bed and she sat next to him. That's when the awkwardness came floating back.
"You better go home and get dressed. We have a nice little restaraunt waiting for us."
"I thought you didn't know where we were going."
"Well, I had a guess. Now go on. I have to finish getting ready and, knowing how long it takes you, if you're here anymore we'll miss our reservations."
"Shut up." She smacked his bare arm playfully, noticing the muscles. His arms could make anyone feel safe. She was about to leave when he spoke.
"Cordy?"
"Yeah?" He looked at her, face suddenly seeming different. His mood wasn't loose anymore. He seemed worried, concerned and something else she couldn't quite put her finger on.
"Are you happy?" She looked startled as she stared at him. She put on a fake smile.
"Of course. Why wouldn't I be?"
"I don't know. Are you sure though?" She bit her lip and nodded. "All right. I'm sorry, I just. I'm looking out for you, you know?"
"I know." Another silence.
"Then why did you kiss me?"
"What?"
"It just kind of seemed like you were looking for a way out or something."
"No. It's just, well, you have really temtping lips Angel." She said, nodding after her statement. He raised an eyebrow.
"Really?"
"Yeah. I was caught up in the moment. And you have totally kissable lips Angel. It's hard to resist." She said jokingly with a smile. He shook his head and returned it. "You're just so irresistable like that, you know?"
"Oh yeah. I'm just so hot, huh?"
"You know it. I got to go. Getting ready, plus me, you know how that works."
"I do."
"Bye Angel." She went to place a kiss on his cheek, but stopped and just gave him a hug. "Thanks for being concerned though."
"That's my job. We're partners, remember?" She nodded and got up, walking out, moving down to the lobby. "Get ready guys. We're going to a nice place for dinner and Angel's picking up the check." They all stared at her. "No, really. He is."
"I didn't know hell froze over." Conner said with a smirk. She smiled at him.
"Get ready. No jeans Conner. I have to go. I'll see you guys soon." With that, she left. Her home seamed quiet and wrong without him there. She walked in to her room, letting Dennis switch the light on. She gave a shout when she was grabbed from behind. With an elbow to the offender's ribs, and a twist of his arm she was facing him. Her eyes widened. "Honey! I'm sorry!" Jason let out a cough, gasping at air. She smiled slightly, the situation becoming kind of funny.
"What was that about?" He choked.
"Oh my God. I didn't know it was you. I'm kind of jumpy, that's all."
"Okay. And I'm kind of in pain."
"I'm so, so sorry." She said, trying to hide the smile on her face. He looked up at her and returned it.
"Right. That's why you're laughing on me. I tell you though, I feel sorry for any one who comes up against that." He said, flopping on the couch. She sat next to him, giving him a small kiss. The only thing in her mind though was the steamy kiss she had shared with Angel there only hours ago. How good his lips had felt. She let out a soft laugh when she realized what she had said to him. You're lips are just so tempting? Talk about grasping for an excuse. That could've just made things worse. But his lips really are tempting. She shook those thoughts away. Her boyriend was here and she had just nearly kicked his ass.
"I'm really sorry. I have to get ready. We're going out, remember?"
"Oh, yeah. Listen, baby." She frowned, knowing what was coming. "Can we just stay in? I'm kind of beat."
"No way! I'm going out to celebrate. And Angel's paying. You have any idea how rare that is?"
"Not really." Nor did he care.
"His catch phrase is 'I'm not cheap, I'm just old,' okay? This will never happen again. I want to go have a good time with my friends."
"You can do that tomorrow at the party. Maybe you and I could stay in and have a good time together?" He asked with a smirk, finger playing with the hem of her shirt. She pulled away.
"We have so had this conversation before."
"You're right. I'm sorry. I just really don't want to go out with the 'gang' tonight." She looked at him angrily, not liking the way he was refering to her friends.
"Fine. You can stay home then. I'm going with my friends. That's all there is to it."
"Cordelia-"
"No. You're not going to ruin this night. I want you to come with me.
But whether you do or not, I'm going. We're all meeting at the hotel in
an hour. I really want you to be there. But if you''re not, you're not."
She went into her room and shut the door. He sighed and stood up, walking
over to the door. He could get ready in an hour. Besides, he wasn't the
one paying this time.
Part 6
The Next Night
Angel sorted through his closet frantically. He wasn't sure why he was getting so worked up. It was just a party, right? He took a the dark gray sweater he was going to wear, shook his head and put it back in the closet. He didn't know how people dressed to go to parties these days. Back in the day, everyone came dressed to impress. Ties, slacks, the whole nine. These days, that was beyond over dressed. He groaned, scowling at the clothes in his closet. He had on a pair of black pants, as always, but what shirt was he going to wear?
"Please Angel. Try some color tonight." Cordelia's words had floated through his mind.
"Fine." He said to himself and pulled out a pair of khakis that she had bought him, changing. He continued to stare at the closet. "A little black won't hurt, right?" He asked.
"I don't think so." Conner said as he entered. Angel looked at him and shook his head. "What?"
"She said no jeans."
"She also said no black."
"Good point." He looked his son over. "Can you at least wear the ones without holes in them?"
"Fine." He whined and went back into his room to change, draging his feet as he went. Angel pulled out the black velvet shirt he hadn't worn it what seemed like a century, slipped it on, and put on a pair of his black shoes. A reflection could do a lot of good right now. "Better?" Conner asked with a frown. Angel chuckled.
"Yes. You know, that's why I buy you new clothes. So you can wear them."
"Yeah. I know."
"So, what do you think?"
"You look sharp. You know? For an old guy."
"Watch it." Conner laughed and Angel ran his hand through his son's hair, messing it up intentionally.
"Hey! Now I have to fix it. I don't want it sticking up like yours."
"You should be so lucky." Conner left and Angel looked himself over as best he could. He looked good. Now he just needed his coat. The two of them walked outside and into the car.
"Can I drive?"
"Not a chance." Angel said with a laugh as they jumped in the convertible.
"Fine." Angel reved up the engine and they took off. "Dad?"
"Yeah?"
"You know we're running like an three hours late, right? You take way too long to get ready."
"It's only..." He looked at his watch. Damn. They were running really late. "It's not just 'running late.' We're what you call, fashinoabley late."
"Oh. Okay. People fashionabley late are usually three hours late?"
"Uh, yes. Always. I'll explain later." He said, pulling up to the apartment. Why walk when you can drive? Conner got out and was half way to the door when he stopped and noticed Angel wasn't behind him.
"What's wrong? Or are we still not late enough?"
"No. We are."
"Then?" He looked up at Conner who frowned and got back in. "She'd kill you if she knew you were out here brooding when her party was going on, you know that right?" Angel glared at his son and shook his head with a smirk.
"You're right."
"Well duh. Now come on. I'm missing a date for this." Conner said, getting out, Angel following.
"You had a date."
"Please. Like I can look like this and not get a date."
"You are so my son, you know that?"
"Yup." They walked in and Conner immediately scanned around, noticing some very intriguing young women. "Now, if you'll excuse me Dad. There are some young ladies there in need of my company."
"Always the player. Enjoy your youth son, trust me." Conner smiled sinisterly, walking towards the girls.
"Don't worry. I will." Angel shook his head, laughing. Like father like son. he noticed Fred and Gunn on the dance floor, along with Weslesy and Faith. It only made him laugh harder. The way Wesley danced combined with how Faith danced. But someone was missing. He looked around. Where was Cordy? He was almost afraid to think of where she might be. The party was after all, in her apartment. he hoped there wasn't a reason behind that. His mood shifted and he walked into the kitchen, depressed, bent on drinking a couple beers with Dennis and was surprised at what he saw.
"Cordy?" She sat at the table, almost empty bottle of wine next to her, glass in her hand. "Oh God, Cor." He went to her, noting the mascara tracks down her cheeks. He took the bottle away, dumping it down the sink. He grabbed her glass and, after a few moments of her protest, it joined the bottle in the sink. He pulled up a chair and sat next to her. "What's wrong Cordy?"
"How can I answer what's wrong, when nothing's right?" He frowned and moved closer to her. "I should be so happy, you know? I have everything I've ever wanted. My career starting, I have great friends, I have a boyfriend who's rich, successful and who actually cares about me...even though he threw me a party at my own house and didn't even show up! He left me dateless on my own party Angel!" She finally looked at him, this time the tears in her eyes were real. "I'm not happy Angel." She started to cry and he held her to him.
"Shhhh. It's okay Cordy."
"No it's not. What's wrong with me? Girls whould kill to be where I am."
"You're not as shallow as other people Cor. You want more than just a flashy lifestyle." She started to cry harder and his embrace tightened, hand stroking her hair. "Just because you like Jason, doens't mean you love him Cor." He said, trying his luck. Her body tensed in his arms.
"Why wouldn't I love him? He's perfect. Everything I always thought I wanted."
"But?" She looked into his eyes, a small smile on her face. It was refreshing.
"He's not you." Angel's eyes widened. This was going into dangerous territory. He wouldn't have cared otherwise, but she wasn't in her right state of mine. She went to kiss him and he stood up, taking her with him.
"Cordy, you're drunk. You don't know what you're saying."
"The hell I don't! You think just because I had a little to drink I, I can't think straight?!" He frowned. He should've just kissed her.
"No. Just calm down. Come on. You still owe me that dance and I hear a slow song coming on." He knew it was coming, she played this cd so much he knew every song by heart. She smiled at him.
"Yeah. You do still owe me a dance, don't you?"
"Yup." She grabbed his arm, looking at him.
"I look like hell, don't I?" He shook his, using his thumb to wipe the black makeup from below her eyes.
"No. I've been to hell Cordy and it didn't look as good as you." She beamed at him, draggin him out of the kitchen. She moved them to the center of the living room. People were clearing out by now. Soon, everyone would be gone. Angel scanned the room while holding her, moving slowly to the music. Fred, Gunn, Wes, Faith, they were gone. He noticed Conner leaving with a girl on his arm and snorted. Cordy looked up and in the direction he was looking. Conner turned and sent Angel a mischevious smile, before walking out.
"Like father like son."
"You know it." She looked at him, hands on either side of his face. She brought his lips down to her and he didn't stop her. It was soft and slow, Angel's lips moving over hers. She moved away and smiled at him. Her head rested on his shoulder, eyes watching as everyone left, waving or saying a good-bye. Once everyone was gone, she kissed him again, passion radiating through out her body. Her hands traveled to the buttons of his shirt, undoing them. Angel was in shock, her hands caressing his chest in the sweetes way. His eyes fluttered open and closed as her nails scraped his flesh softly, staring at the ceiling. "Cor..." The next moments were nothing but a blur of clothes falling to the floor and a rush to the bedroom. Angel's lips wouldn't leave Cordelia's, his body moving above hers, positioning between her legs. "Are you sure?" She smiled, kissing him again using her calf muscles to urge him on.
"I'm sure."
Part 7
Cordelia woke up with a groan. Her head was spinning. But as far as hang over's went, it wasn't that bad. A small smile found it's way on her face as she remembered the previous night. It had been incredible. She switched to her side, heart spliting when she realized he wasn't there. He just got up and left. She shrugged, knowing some how he wouldn't have been there.
"Well, he has a job to do. A teenage son to watch over. And hello! Sun! Had to leave before it came up. He couldn't be stuck here all day. Although, that would've been fun. Plus, if I know Angel, and I KNOW Angel, he probably feels guilty. I can hear him now, can't you Dennis? With his, 'I took advantage of you Cor. You weren't in your right state of mine.' Except I wasn't that drunk Dennis. I knew what I was doing." That's when the guilt hit. She slept with Angel, knew what she was doing. Let him do the most amazing things to her and she was dating someone else. If Jason found out...
"Fuck Jason." She grumbled, arguing with her self conscious thoughts. "He threw a party for me at my own house, for Christ's sake! My own house! And to top it all off, he left me dateless! If he would've shown up, I would've been destracted and wouldn't have slept with Angel." Good point. She thought. Being angry with Jason was definately the way to go with this one. She realized something else though. She was hurt. Genuinely hurt. This went beyond being stood up.
"You think you'd be used to it by now Chase. He's done this how many times?" She shrugged, not feeling like getting up. Just as the thought of staying in bed all day was about to be the plan, there was a knock on the door. "Oh come on! I'm laying in an extremely comfortable bed here!" With a frustrated moan she got out of bed. Dragging her feet as she walked, not even close to happy when she sees the person on the other side of the door.
"Cor, I am so sorry-" She put her hand up, silencing him.
"For what? For making me look like a complete idiot in front of every single friend I have? For not having the decency to call me? For forgetting all about me? Or maybe for showing up this morning with flowers and candy and expecting me to say, awww, sweetie, it's okay, I forgive you?!"
"I didn't think you'd be this mad."
"What? You think I like being forgotten, Jason?"
"I didn't forget you."
"Right! You could've at least called."
"I was busy babe. Really important meeting with my agent."
"More important than me?"
"Well, yeah." She was surprised and the look on her face showed it. "I mean, no. Of course not. But it was still very impor-" She shook her head.
"You're unbelievable, you know that?" She went into her bathroom, locking the door and starting the water. Jason sat down on the couch, trying to collect his thoughts. Damn, he wasn't very good at it either. About fifteen minutes later, the phone rang. He looked at it, then turned his head to the bathroom when the water stopped and the door opened. Cordelia came out of the bathroom, body wrapped in a blue towel, hair falling down her back, leaving giant wet spots on the material. He couldn't take his eyes away from her. Water drops slipped down her cleavage, where he couldn't see. He wished he was that drop of water. "Hello?" Cordelia froze, clutching the towel closer to her body when she heard his voice.
"Cordy?"
"Angel." She tried to keep her voice light and confident, she wasn't doing well. "What's up?"
"I just wanted to make sure you were coming into work today."
"Yeah. I'll be there in a bit."
"Okay. Because I think we kind of need to talk. I'd rather talk to you in person than over the telephone."
"Yeah. That's a good idea." She turned and saw Jason. She rolled her eyes, and turned her back to him. "I have to go. Jason's here." Angel's heart broke. He was there? After everything that had happened last night, she still had her boyfriend there. Angel cursed himself. What? You thought she was going to break up with him because of one night? How old are you again?
"Oh. I shouldn't hold you then." He said and hung up.
"No. Angel. Wait-" She listened to the dial tone for a second, then hung up. Jason glared at her.
"Guess you weren't as lonely last night as you made out."
"Excuse me?"
"Come on. Like your best buddy Angel didn't keep you company."
"You have some serious nerve, you know that? Coming in here after totally ditching me last night and accussing me of screwing around with my best friend. And if it weren't for Angel and Dennis last night, I would've looked like a manless loser. Besides, Angel and Conner didn't even show up until the party was almost over." She walked towards her room, then stopped. She didn't turn around. "You know I cried over you last night. The last boyfriend I cried over was Kevin in high school. And that was only because he was murdered. Think about that." She slammed the door to her room and sat down on the bed. She wouldn't tell him that she had cried over Angel so many times she couldn't keep keep track of them anymore. She got dressed and walked out of her room, surprised that Jason was still there. "Thought you would've had the sense to leave by now."
"Look. I know if probably doesn't mean anything-"
"And it won't."
"But I'm really sorry. I should've called. I should've been here. It was your night and I ruined it."
"You, you didn't ruin it. Really." Far from, actually. "It just hurt that you weren't there."
"I know."
"No. You don't. And don't pretend like you do. You're used to having things your way. And don't get me wrong, I am too. I'm not used to being stood up either. Don't do it again." She warned. He smiled softly. "You can pay me back later tonight." He raised an eyebrow, smile growing. "Don't even think about it cause that's not what I meant. I do think I'm in need of a new dress though." Now she smiled and his faded. He shrugged.
"Of course."
"Good." She grabbed a light jacket and wrapped it around her, then grabbed her purse. "I have to go to work. If you're coming with, let's go." He stood up and followed her outside. The drive to the hotel seemed to last forever as Jason went on and on about his meeting with his agent. Always the same story, always the same conversations. She parked and got out as soon as she could. He followed, continuing to talk. She glanced around the lobby. Conner and Gunn were playing their gameboys, Fred was on the computer, Wesley in one of his giant books. Where was Angel? Her eyes darted around and she saw the dark office. She slowly made her way to the office and opened the door. He sat there in a corner dark as the sky, staring off into space. "Angel?" He didn't answer, didn't move. "Angel?" Still nothing. She walked in front of him. His eyes were dark and cold. "Calling Angel! Come in Angel! Come in!" He finally blinked, eyes darting to her.
"Huh?"
"Well, at least I know you're alive. Well, not alive, but...you know."
"What are you doing here?"
"Duh! I work here."
"Yeah. But shouldn't you be out there with Jason?"
"Am I sensing sarcasm?" She asked with a brow raised. "I've had enough of snippy men today mister, so if something's wrong, spill it!"
"You know, something is wrong."
"What?" She looked relieved. "Go on, tell me."
"It's you."
Part 8
"Me?"
"Yes! You!"
"I'm the one who's got you on a brood-fest? I don't think so." In her mind, she believed him though. He probably felt bad. Or, if she knew him as well as she thought, he probably felt like he was cheating on a certain blonde that didn't need to be mentioned.
"Oh, I know so." There was a pause. "I can't believe I was so stupid." He muttered to himself.
"What?" He continued on, not acknowledging her question.
"I mean, I don't even know what I was thinking and...I thought, just because of one night-" here it came, "I actually thought you would want to be with. Not him." She looked at him, not believing. She couldn't. She must've mixed something he said up and heard what her mind wanted. Not his words, but the ones she had dreamt of him saying.
"Okay, back up a second. What did you say?"
"You're right. I'm sorry. It's not your fault I'm in this mood. It's my fault. You weren't in your right mind last night. I shouldn't have taken advantage of-"
"Would you stop it! I so knew you were going to say that! I even told Dennis!"
"Well, I shouldn't have."
"Angel, just shut up okay?" She sat across from him, on his desk. Her eyes couldn't quite meet his, not sure how he would take what she would say. "I did have a lot to drink. But you'd be surprised how fast I sobered up. I knew what I was doing last night. I was with you every second. I remember every second. I don't want to just forget it Angel. It was too special, to me at least. Last night happened for a reason." She finally looked at him, saw herself in his eyes. Saw the incredulous look. He wanted so much to believe her. "And I don't think I can stay away from you now." He got up from his chair, hand running up the back of her neck as he brought his lips down to hers. She wrapped her arms around his, kissing him as if he would dissappear if she didn't.
"I can't stay away from you either Cordy."
"This is so wrong." She said, a soft laugh escaping her lips.
"I know." But neither of them moved away. They couldn't. They were drawn to each other and it felt too good. Angel's eyes fell upon hers. "What about-"
"Angel. I haven't slept with Jason yet."
"I know." She ran her hands up his chest softly, kissing him tentatively.
"What is it about you that makes me have to touch you?" She asked, lips so close he could feel the skin.
"I'm just so damn tempting." He closed the gap between them. She undid the top two buttons with her fingers so painfully slow, he thought he would lose his mind. It was all he could do to stop her hand, lacing her fingers with his. "We can't do this here." She looked at him, pulling away and lowered her gaze, missing the meaning of his words. He brought her gaze back up to his and gave her a small smile. "Can you come by later tonight?"
"What?" He pressed her hand against him, holding her so intimately close. She could feel him against her, fingers tracing the V of her shirt.
"Come by later tonight? After everyone's gone and asleep. Come over?" She looked at him, eyes wide. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Spend the night with me Cordy?" She smiled softly, kissing him again. She wrapped her arms around him. She couldn't resist letting her hand travel down and squeeze his butt. He hissed, pushing her against the door. Outside the office, the group stared at the door.
"Twenty bucks says that she just threw something at his head but missed." Conner wagered.
"You're on! I bet she threw it, but...he ducked." Faith spitted back. Neither of them aware of what was really going on inside the office, with it's door locked and blinds shut.
"I'll spend the night with you Angel. If you give me a reason. I wouldn't mind a preview of what to expect." Now he smiled and moved away. She didn't expect it.
"This ain't Baskin Robbins, baby. I don't give free samples." He unlocked the door, a wave of confindence spreading over him. "I'll see you tonight." He kissed her once more, letting his lips linger, opened the door and walked out, a smirk on his face.
"That is definately a 'she threw it and I ducked' look! Pay up Junior!" Conner groaned, handing Faith a twenty dollar bill, then shoved his wallet into his back pocket. Cordy leaned against the wall, out of sight, chest heaving. She needed to calm down.
"Come on Chase." She scolded herself. "Get a grip. You're acting like it's your first time." She covered her mouth, hiding her smile. She had never felt so excited. It drifted away though. The guilt was coming. She just said she would spend the night with Angel. Practically begged him to throw her down on his desk and take her like there was no tomorrow, while Jason was just oustide the office. That brought her back to reality fast. She walked out of the room. Conner wasn't there. Probably downstairs, training with Angel. Someone was missing though. "Guys? Where's Jason?"
"Someone called him." Fred informed. "He left. Said it was important." She finished, face scrunching up slightly, not sure how Cordelia would react. The Seer saw red. But it faded, along with her guilt. Now her night was free. She flashed her friends a bright smile. "So...what we working on guys?" They took in her lack of reaction, but thought nothing of it. After all, Cordelia Chase didn't need a man. They needed her. The group got to work and Cordelia's mind was on one thing and one thing only.
Hours flew by and come ten o'clock, Wes and Faith, Gunn and Fred and even Conner had left. He was at his girlfriend's, staying the night. Angel didn't need anymore information and he really didn't want the details. He let him leave with nothing more than a simple,
"Remember that talk we had." Conner rolled his eyes and nodded, tapping his jean pocket. Cordelia really didn't want to know. He left them alone and the awkward moment came as the two took in their situation. But when their eyes finally met, it undid them both. Angel grabbed Cordelia, pulling her to him. He slammed his lips to hers and she responded immediately, wrapping her legs around him. He carried her into the lobby, planning to go up to his room.
The two didn't make it though as Cordelia's impatient hands undid the buttons of his shirt, pushing it off. He sat on the couch, bringing her with him. He pulled her shirt over her head, unclasping her bra and removing that as well. She pushed him onto his back, undoing his pants and pulling them off. She stood up, unbuttoning her pants and pulling them down, along with her panties, Angel's eyes never leaving her body. She moved on top of him, straddling his thighs, and lowered herself onto him. Her breath hitched and she let out a soft moan as he filled her.
Cordelia let it sink in, prolonged the feeling. She couldn't believe this was happening. Here she was, with Angel. His hands moved to her hips, thumbs making circles on her thighs. He let out a gasp as she began to move against him. His hands moved from her hips up to her breasts and he leaned forward to take a nipple into his mouth. He sucked at the breast, moving with her. She could feel herself getting closer and closer, but she didn't want that release to occur just yet. She wanted to feel Angel inside her for as long as possible.
Angel had a look of wonder and pleasure on his face as she moved against him, felling her clit rubbing against his shaft. She couldn't hold on any longer and surged forward into a thundering release. Angel cried out with her as she came. Cordelia felt him go rigid inside her and knew his his orgasm would be forthcoming. He drove himself deeper and deeper inside her and came, sending her into another rapturous climax. Her breath echoed through the silent hotel as did his own. She ran a shaky hand through his hair.
"You, you don't need to breathe."
"I know. See what you do to me?"
"What I do to you? Please..." He moved up and held her to him. He kissed her softly, sweetly. Cordelia was surprised by it, but continued to kiss him back. She picked her up, carrying her upstairs. He moved on top of her, kissing down her body. He ran his tounge in a circle around her belly button and left bite marks on her stomach. Something switched on in Cordelia's brain and she grabbed Angel, bringing her up to him. "Angel. The curse." She frowned. She had slept with him twice already and he hadn't gone evil. He really didn't love her.
"Don't worry about that Cordy."
"But-"
"My soul's permanent."
"Since when?" He shrugged.
"I don't know. But I've known for a while." She smacked him hard, pushing him off her. He let out a laugh.
"And you didn't tell me?! Talk about a mood killer!" She turned away from him.
"Don't you want to know how I found out?" He asked, moving on to his side. He loomed over her, fingers tracing soft circles in her skin. From her shoulders and neck, down to her chest and circling a breast. She let out a gasp and moved into his touch. His hand moved lowered down and hovered at the apex of her thighs. She grabbed his hand, bringing him closer to her.
"How?" He moved his hand away, even as she protested and leaned his head on her shoulder, whispering in her ear.
"When Conner came back and when you came back. I had you both with me again. I had never felt so happy in my life. That's when I realized my soul was permanent. Because there was no way I could be so happy, so perfectly happy," He said the words with so much emotion, it made her shake, "and still have my soul." She smiled, lacing her fingers with his as he kissed her.
"Angel. Make love to me." He moved on top of her, bringing his lips
down to hers. She held onto him and smiled. She wasn't going to feel guilty
about this. She didn't think she could if she wanted to. She really didn't
care what kind of person that made her either.
Part 9
The loud ringing of a cell phone startled Cordelia out of a peaceful, much needed sleep. For a while she just thought it was her imagination, she was hearing things. But it grew louder and louder, more persistent. She was so just leaving it on vibrate at night now. Angel woke up when she tried to move and wrapped his arms tighter around her. She smiled. It was incredible how right this felt. She had slept better last night than she had for months. Well, she should say she slept better this morning. She flipped open her cell phone and looked at the time. It had started ringing again. It was nine AM. Her and Angel hadn't gotten to sleep until five this morning. She smiled, pushing a finger to his lips.
"Shhhhh." She said, seeing the name on the cell phone. He licked her finger and her body quivered. Last night had been worth every hour. "Hello?" She answered the phone. Angel sat up, listening to the conversation, hearing the voice on the other line.
"Cordelia! I've been calling your house for hours! Where are you?"
"Morning to you too Jason! Definately the wake up call I wanted!"
"I'm sorry. I just, I really needed to talk to you."
"Why? What's wrong?" She asked, genuinely concerned. That's when Angel made his move, wrapping his arms around her. His lips latched to the skin of her neck and shoulders. She leaned back, tilting her head. What that man could do with his mouth
"Nothing. I have a meeting with a producer of a movie and he wants to meet my girlfriend. I've been calling your apartment for hours. Where are you?"
"I-I'm at the hotel?" She muttered, breath suddenly heavy. Angel's hand moved to her breast, squeezing and massaging the sensitive flesh.
"Scream for me Cordy." He whispered in her other ear, loud enough for only her to hear it. His other hand creeped down, spreading her legs. She pushed his hand away.
"Why are you at the hotel?" Jason asked, curious. She sounded different all of the sudden.
"It was a lahh-" She let out a soft moan. "Long night last night. The guys didn't get in until like, like fi-ive!" She cried as Angel's cool hands found her most sensitive of areas and started to go to work. Her head fell back onto his shoulder as his fingers moved in and out of her hard.
"What's going on?"
"Fred and I had a little slumber party last night. I fell asleep on the couch and I have some horrible kinks in my neck. Uh, Faith! Faith is trying to rub them out and she REALLY doesn't know her own strength." She felt her self nearing the edge, Angel's blunt teeth scraping along the flesh of her shoulder and neck. "Um, hold on for a minute, okay?" She put her hand over the phone and moved Angel's free hand over her mouth. He smiled and held it there as she let out a scream of pleasure, weight resting on him as she all but fell back. She gave herself a couple of seconds, letting the air back into her lungs. "Jason? You still here?"
"Yeah. Um, I'll be at the hotel in like an hour. Get ready. Put on something nice, we're meeting for brunch."
"What do you mean? You don't think I dress nice?"
"Of course I do! Just, get in your, I'm going out to impress clothes."
"I always dress to impress."
"I know. But more so now, okay? I have to go. Love you! Bye!" He hung up. She slammed the phone close and threw it across the room. Angel laughed at her.
"What?"
"You're adorable when you're angry." She smiled, then glared at him.
"Don't ever do that again." Seeing his look. "When I'm on the phone, that is." She moved on top of him and he smiled beneath her, leaning up to give her a peck on the lips.
"For what it's worth, I think you dress nice." She smiled brightly then frowned.
"I have to go with Jason to meet with this producer guy. This could be it Angel. He might think, 'Hey. She can be on a show, she can be in a movie.' You know?" He frowned and nodded. She layed her head on his chest, kissing the flesh, running her tounge over his nipple. "Angel?"
"Yeah." He said, dissappointment in his voice.
"I don't want to end this Angel. I don't think I could, even if I did want to." He ran his fingers over her back. "I don't want to stay away from you and pretend this never happened."
"I don't want to either Cordy. You don't know how hard it's been staying away from you. Wanting to be with you for so long."
"Yes. I do, Angel. I know exactly what it's like. That's why I don't think we should do it anymore." She planted a kiss to his lips. "I have to get in the shower."
"All right." She got off of him and walked to the door way of the bathroom, turned, and looked at him.
"Join me?" She didn't have to ask twice. He was up and locking the bathroom
door behind them in seconds.
Cordelia looked at herself in the mirror. She looked good as always. Angel wrapped his arms around her and started kissing her neck. She leaned into him.
"I think I'm going to tell Jason, after this thing he has, that it's over." He froze and looked at her. She continued to look into the mirror. "It's so weird. I can feel you, I know you're there, but I still can't see you."
"One of the vampire disadvantages. That, sun light and Holy water."
"I noticed you changed the subject."
"Did not."
"Did too. Why?"
"I don't know if you realize what you're doing." She turned to face him. "I want to be with you Cordelia, but I don't know if I can take you away from everything you have. It would be sel-" She put her finger to his lips.
"Don't say it. Besides, my life. And the way Jason's been cheating me lately, I don't think he'd even notice."
"He'd have to be blind." She kissed him.
"I'll be back as soon as I can, okay?" He nodded and she left him. About ten minutes later, Angel walked down stairs. No one gave him any odd looks. Conner finally woke up and came downstairs too.
"Surprised you're here. When did you get in?"
"Last night. Around one." He smiled at his father and Angel's eyes widened. Conner walked up to him and whispered loud enough for only him to hear. "You really weren't expecting me home that early, were you?"
"Damn your vampire-like hearing."
"I got it from you. Blame yourself." He walked away and into the kitchen
to make himself a bologna sandwich.
Cordelia opened her car door and Jason took her hand. She had to admit, he looked nice. He had told her how amazing she looked at she had accepted the compliment graciously. But the time she was spending with him only made her question her decision. She felt bad for cheating on Jason. And now he was treating her so sweetly, like she was a queen.
"You really do look gorgeous." She flashed him a smile and linked her arm with his when he offered it. He opened the door for her and she walked in.
"Surprise!" She stood there and stared at the people in the room. All the of the show she had just been casted on were there. She looked around, then at Jason.
"What's going on?"
"I felt horrible for not making it the other day. I know I can't make up for that but I figured I could throw you a little celebration with your future co-stars." She looked at him.
"Oh my God. I so love you, you know that?" She couldn't stop it and
it just came out. She gave him a hug and tried to have a good time. But
the whole time her mind was wandering. Could she really throw away six
months of a good reltaionship that fast? Could she do that to Jason?
Part 10
Cordelia had spent the entire afternoon with Jason. He had never been so sweet, and it was killing her. She couldn't break up with him after everything they had been through. She couldn't hurt him like that. She had gone back to her apartment, not sure what to do.
"I don't know Dennis! I don't want to hurt Jason. We've been threw a lot together." She heard a crash and rolled her eyes. "I know you don't like him. You don't like any one." She thought. "And usually for good reason, but I think you're just jealous. But even so, after last night with Angel...I don't know Dennis. I know you like Angel, you guys kick back, he talks, you listen. Well, you both sit there in silence, actually. But I think you only like him because he's dead." She flopped on the coush with a pout on her face.
"I don't know what to do!" She turned to the tv as it turned on. She raised her eybrows and let out a huff. "Oh, I'm sorry Dennis! Our my problems boring you?! Pffft! Ghosts are so insensitive!" She got up and stormed out of her apartment, talking to herself while she drove. "I'll just have to tell Angel that, even though he's my best friend and I love him to death and he's sexy as hell, I just can't hurt Jason like that. I've been dating him too long. Yup. That's exactly what I'll say."
She pulled up to the hotel and walked inside. No one was really around. She saw someone's shadow in the kitchen and walked inside to see him. "Angel-" She was cut off when he turned around, a beautiful smile on his face. She loved the way his eyes squinted up when he smiled.
"What's up?" He asked her, grabbing a plate from the cupboard.
"Angel, I need to tell you something. This is going to be so hard for me, but I have to tell you."
"Hold on one second." That's when the wonderful smell hit her nose. He was cooking something. She loved it when he cooked. And it smelled...sweet. He turned around, plate in hand. On it, were a batch of heart shaped, pink colored cookies.
"Oh my God." She picked up a cookie and smiled. He didn't know where he got the idea, or how he thought to actually [I}make[/I] them pink, but it didn't matter. It was so sweet, so...Angel. She looked at his smiling face, his eyes were lit up and she coudln't do it. She couldn't hurt Angel like that. He didn't deserve that. She closed the gap between them and kissed him. He didn't hesitate in returning it. Cordelia's hands cupped his face, then her mind went off and she remembered she still had to tell him something. She pulled her lips away, keeping her face only an inch from his. "Angel. I didn't break up with Jason." His eyes clouded in shock and worry. "I couldn't. I'm sorry, but I couldn't hurt him like that. I can't just dump him out of the blue. I don't...I don't know what to do." Her voice cracked and he held her.
"Shhhh. It's okay."
"No it's not. I can't stand it. But I've been with him for six months and I can't just-"
"Cordy. It's okay. It was a quick decision. I'm not going to force you to make up your mind."
"But I can't be away from you Angel. Every second you're not with me, it hurts."
"I know." He held onto her and she rested her head on his chest. "What do we do now?"
"I guess it's kind of..." She took a long, shakey breath. "up to you."
Cordelia fell on Angel's bed, his body instantly covering her. His hands pushed her dress up around her waist, his mouth trailing a line of kisses down her abdomen, to his destination. His lips kissed her, teasing and tantalizing. His tounge found the sensitized nub and he gently began to lick at it. Every stroke of his tounge took her higher.
"Oh my-oh God!" His hand moved to the outside of her thigh and started to caress the flesh. "Yes, yes, Angel." She moaned in her throat. The sound made Angel's body stiffen, along with other things as his tounge continued the sweetest torture Cordelia had ever experienced.
She pushed herself against him, back arching of the bed, hands gripping the soft material of the comforter. She let out another moan, her arousal escalating. Her whole body shook and she fell over the edge. Angel's lips pressed against the side of her thigh, making their way higher until he kissed her shoulder as the last embers of her orgasm flickered and died.
"I love a moaner Cordelia." She looked at him with annoyance.
"Don't look so smug. It wasn't that great and I wasn't that loud." She said, sitting up. A couple brown locks fell around her face and he smiled.
"God, you're beautiful." Her gaze lowered, her cheeks turning redder. She moved closer to him and let him wrap his arms around her. They were both snapped out of their moment when the sound of music was played and the volume turned up. He chuckled. "You think that's a hint?" He asked her and wasn't surprised when he heard Conner's voice over the music.
"Hell yes!" He continued to laugh and heard a door slam. Cordelia looked at him, surprised.
"You told Conner?!"
"What?" Seeing her angry expression. "No! No! He actually came up to me this morning after I came downstairs. He came home really early last night." Her eyes widened. "Don't worry. No one else knows. It's just that vampire hearing." She crossed her arms and leaned into him.
"Guess we'll just have to be quieter, won't we?"
"Hmmm. I guess so." He moved on top of her, lips about to touch hers when the ring of a cell phone was heard in his room. "Dammit."
"It's your's this time honey. Not mine." He picked up his phone and snarled into the phone.
"Hello?!"
"Angel?"
"Fred. What's up?"
"Are you okay? You sound angry." He frowned, feeling bad. He just yelled at Fred, probably made her jump.
"I'm fine. Just training. Burning off some energy so I'm a little wired right now. I didn't mean to yell."
"Oh. It's okay." She said in a bubbley tone. "We need your help though."
"Now?" He all but whined. Cordelia smiled. He was so cute when he did that.
"Yes. I'm sorry, but we do."
"Why?"
"Because, there's this demon nest Charles and I came across so we called Wesley and Faith. You seemed a little stressed earlier, so we didn't want to bother you. But there are a lot of them and they look...huge! And I really don't want them going in there and getting their asses kicked or worse, you know?"
"Yeah. I know. Where are you guys?"
"We're on Camino. Right by that old gas station."
"All rght. I'll be there in ten minutes."
"Okay. Bye Angel."
"Bye." He hung up. "Un-freakin-believeable. Demons in a gas station and they have to find it now."
"You are too cute when you whine, you know that? Your face does this little thing and oh my God, you just look so hot." He laughed then frowned.
"You're not helping me want to leave, you know that?" He stood up with a grumble and pulled on a shirt. "You going to come?" He asked and she shook her head with a soft yawn. "Will you be here when I get back?" She got out of the bed and walked up to him and ran her hand down his thigh.
"Maybe." She grabbed his hand and put it on her breast and he squeezed, leaning down and kissing the soft skin. "Give me a reason to."
"I already did."
"Then maybe, if you're lucky, I'll still be up here when you get back." He pressed his lips to hers quickly.
"I'll hurry." He walked out, closing the door behind him and walked to Conner's room. He knocked loud then opened the door.
"Can you say 'privacy?'" Conner asked.
"No. Come on. We're needed." He smiled and jumped up.
"I get to use my new ax?!"
"Yeah. But come on. We have to hurry." Cordelia opened the door just enough to see Angel walk out the door with Conner, weapons in hand. Her consciance hit her and she leaned against the door and cried.
"What am I doing?" She asked herself. "You really screwed things up
this time Chase. Talk about complicated." She walked into Angel's bathroom
and splashed her face with cold water. She looked at herself in the mirror
and bit her lip to keep from crying again. She walked out of the bathroom
and picked up her clothes, putting them on in a hurry. She opened the door
and sighed deeply. "I'm sorry Angel." She said softly and walked out of
the room and out of the hotel.
One hour later
The gang walked inside the hotel covered in demon goo. They all had smiles on their faces and were laughing.
"No! As funny as it was hearing Wesley scream like a little girl, it was even funnier when Angel slipped on the demon blood and fell on his ass." Gunn said, laughing.
"I did not scream like a girl." Wesley said and Conner laughed.
"Right. So that wasn't a shriek?"
"Angel. Shut your kid up."
"Or what? Think you can take me Wes?"
"No. But my girlfriend can."
"I wasn't aware I had two children." Angel said, recieving a look from Wesley. He smiled. "You two behave. I'm going upstairs to shower." He walked into his room, smile falling when he didn't see or sense her in there. "Cordy?" He tried anyway and walked into the bathroom. He shook his head and pursed his lips together. He had asked her to stay and she had left. Left him. He groaned and sat on the edge of the bathtub, turning the shower on. It wasn't supposed to hurt this much. And this bathroom wasn't supposed to smell like her either.