Title: Angelic Medicine
Author: Sara
Email: Iris1013@aol.com

Cordelia felt miserable. No, strike that. She felt worse than miserable. She didn't even think there was a word to describe how she felt.

"Ahhhhhhhh.....choooo.....!"

The sneeze wracked her body, coming it seemed, from the depths of her being. It also had the effect of bringing her headache back to screaming life. Not that it had ever fully gone away. She grabbed another Kleenex from the box that was hovering in mid air next to her and blew her nose, feeling her body protest the action.

"Thanks Dennis," she said miserably as the box settled back onto the table and her mug of tea floated from the table into her hands.

She smiled her thanks again at her resident ghost. Not an easy feat seeing as she felt worse than miserable right at this moment.

She never dealt well with being sick. She didn't like feeling helpless and she didn't like relying on other people to help her. Dennis was one thing, people were another.

However, she might make an exception to that rule if a certain brooding vampire suddenly decided he wanted to take care of her. She wouldn't mind if he pampered her a little bit. She'd actually really enjoy it, come to think of it.

She sighed, bringing herself back to reality and pushing those thoughts aside, knowing Angel was sleeping off a rough night of demon fighting. She'd been right there with him, fighting this miserable cold the whole time as well. She was surprised she didn't feel worse.

She sighed and gulped another two cold tablets down, praying they'd offer some relief. She'd take whatever she could get at this point in time. Unfortunately, she'd yet to find a cold medicine that worked for her. She didn't even know why she bothered. She ended up suffering anyhow. She only hoped this illness was a short one.

She leaned back against the pillows on her couch, aimlessly flipping through channels nothing keeping her interest. Not that anything would ... her sinuses were pretty much creating such a pounding rhythm in her head, she could feel nothing but pain.

She closed her eyes a moment, hoping when she opened them, she'd feel better. No such luck. The pain was still pounding away at her skull like a hammer, she couldn't breathe because she was so stuffed up, and she pretty much felt like dying.

"Why me Dennis?" she moaned to her ghost, sinking back into the couch as the afghan slowly rose and covered her aching body. She prayed the pain relievers would take effect soon, smiling as she saw Dennis place the Kleenex box within arms reach.

Well, she had someone to take care of her. Even if she couldn't see him. She turned her attention to the TV hoping something would catch her interest and take her mind off the pain.

Her eyes widened at the channel she'd landed on. She watched in fascination as a dark-haired woman did, well, did things she'd only read about, maybe dreamed about in her fantasies to the dark-haired man sitting behind a desk. She wondered if his expression of rapture was real, or put on for the camera. She wondered if a blow job actually put that expression on a man's face.

Her eyes opened even wider as she watched the man pull the woman up towards him, then impale her on his cock, pushing her back onto the desk, as she moaned and writhed underneath him.

She felt herself becoming warm. And not just from the fever she was sporting.

Her mind began to wander, replacing the couple on TV with herself and Angel.

Angel. The man on TV looked a bit like Angel. Not a lot, but enough to get her mind started down that track. She tried to stop it, a task she was all too familiar with. She'd spent countless hours trying to push down her more laviscious thoughts of her boss. She knew she'd never act on them. Either would he. It was an unspoken understanding between them. Though the sexual undercurrent was there, felt every time they were together. More often now since her horrible never-ending vision.

She loved him. She'd discovered that in the weeks after he and Wesley had brought her back. He was so courteous and careful around her, he treated her like she was special. Because she knew she was special to him. She'd always been a little bit in love with him, and over the past few months, her feelings had only grown.

She loved him. Despite knowing who and what he was. Despite the fact he had a dark side she never wanted to touch. Despite their past, his past and their uncertain future, she loved him.

Despite the crippling, damning curse that kept his soul from permanence. And him from her arms.

She knew he'd gotten over Buffy. They'd actually had several discussions about the Slayer in several of Angel's more relaxed moments, and she truly believed he'd moved on. Part of him would always love Buffy, but he knew they weren't meant to be together.

She liked to think the vampire with a soul and his seer had a better chance. She wasn't imagining their closeness, or the fact that Angel desired her. That was obvious, even though he did his best to hide it. She knew it was because he was afraid to get too close again.

All because of that damn curse!

She'd finally gotten over the Buffy issue, moved past it, knowing Angel now belonged to her and to his work here in LA, now she had to deal with the effects of this pesky curse. A curse that was causing her no end of sexual frustration.

And she hadn't even really kissed him yet.

The thought disgruntled her even more as she came back to the present, realizing for a few moments there, she'd forgotten her annoying cold. She sighed tiredly and blew her nose again, turning her attention back to the TV.

"Dennis, maybe you should cover your eyes, I don't know if you're ready for this," she said with a giggle to her ghost.

She ducked and laughed as she narrowly avoided being hit by the couch pillow that flew past her head. She settled back down on the couch and concentrated on the couple.

They were obviously wasting no time in getting to the main act. The man was thrusting frantically into the woman, who was screaming and moaning, as she arched up to meet his every move. Cordelia felt a tingle between her thighs as she watched the woman, obviously reveling in her passion and felt that tingle grow as her thoughts placed her and Angel there, on that table, doing wildly unspeakable acts to each other.

She closed her eyes a moment, letting her mind absorb that picture as her hands gently wandered down her body, brushing lightly over the tips of her breasts, feeling them harden in response. She let her mind go, forgetting everything and everyone, including Dennis, as her hands became Angel's, stroking over her body, her breasts, between her thighs. She moaned as she let her fingers slip under the edge of her panties. She could feel her own wetness, her heat, stimulated by her fantasies of Angel. She moaned softly as she slipped her fingers over her clit, loving the jolt it sent through her body. She increased the movement, this time, sliding two of her fingers inside herself, imagining they were Angel's fingers, then his cock.

Oh God. She was moaning constantly now, keeping up with the couple on the screen. Her fingers moved faster as she felt herself building towards an incredible peak. Just a bit more, she was lost in the feel of Angel's hands, Angel's mouth, the scrape of his teeth against her neck...

The ringing phone brought her back to conscious faster than a bolt of lightening.

She was still for a moment, almost unable to believe that the phone dared ring and interrupt her. She felt the frustration, combined with unresolved sexual tension course through her body as she tried to collect herself enough to answer the phone.

She grumbled and grabbed the wet washcloth floating towards her face, running the cool cloth across her heated flesh. She smiled at Dennis, not at all embarrassed at knowing he had probably watched her. After all, the guy was dead. He wouldn't be getting any anytime soon. If she could let him live vicariously through her now and then, why not. Besides, the idea of him watching her, and Angel, well, she shivered at the feelings it evoked.

She sighed as she turned her attention to the person who had the misfortune to interrupt her self- pleasuring session.

It didn't occur to her that for the past few moments, her miserable cold had been all but forgotten.

She also forgot to turn down the TV.

"Hello?" she managed, still trying to bring her breathing under control and push her passion down.

"Cordelia, it's me. Are you okay? You sound out of breath, did I take you away from something?"

Angel's concerned voice was the last one she wanted to hear right now. Not after spending a wonderful few moments fantasizing about what this very man, what his voice and his body, could do to her.

Not as the pain and discomfort of her cold suddenly assailed her full force.

"No Angel, you didn't take me 'way from anything important," she managed, cursing herself as she found her words slurred by her sore throat and stuffed up sinuses.

"Are you okay? You sound horrible? You looked kind of pale last night, are you getting a head cold? It's going around," he asked sympathetically.

Cordelia found herself even more annoyed at his tone, her body still responding to his voice in a way that she would usually be able to ignore. But she felt so bad right now, frustration and a head cold didn't make for the most congenial Cordelia Chase.

"Yes it does. I feel miserable. I feel worse than miserable. I don't know what I feel. What do you want Angel?" She snapped, hoping the frustration was what he heard in her voice, and not the desire.

"I wish you felt better, I was just calling to see if you wanted to get a pizza and go over the latest case but I guess you're not feeling up to it," his voice sounded depressed, and she had to fight the stupid urge she felt to comfort him.

He was a 244 year old vampire with a soul. He was more than capable of looking after himself.

She was the one that needed comforting now. She was the one with the cold. The miserable stuffed up head, nose, sore throat, achy head. She was the one who should be receiving those soft tones he was using on himself. She should also be receiving more from him than a friendly phone call. She pushed that thought away as she tried to answer him without snapping again.

"Sorry Angel, I just feel miserable, I think I'm just gonna watch TV, let Dennis make me more tea and hope the damn cold medicine takes effect," she managed, pleased at how normal she sounded.

"Have you tried lemon tea? That seems to work for a lot of people. Or there's always Thera-Flu, never tried it, but hear it works. Of course, I've never really been sick in that way for hundreds of years, how do I know if it works? Maybe you should call Wesley, see if he knows of anything to help," he meandered until she cut him off.

"Angel, I've tried them all and nothing works. I just have to suffer through this thing, hope rest and tea and good movie will cure it. Not that there's anything worth watching," she mumbled, part of her wishing he'd hang up, part of her wishing he'd stay on a little longer, just so she could hear his voice. She was getting frustrated with her weakness at fighting this desire she had for her boss.

And her nose was running again.

"Cordelia, what are you watching?"

She shifted uncomfortably as she heard his voice lower, rumbling nicely against her ear.

She wondered if she'd heard him right.

The silence on the other end of the line told her she had.

Angel liked to do that to her lately she'd noticed. They'd be having a normal conversation, when he'd suddenly ask her something out of the blue like that. Usually some sexually charged question. It took her by surprise, since he'd been avoiding anything remotely like this before with her.

But something had changed in the past few weeks.

She wasn't sure she wanted to find out what it was.

She sighed again, finding her attention caught by the TV. And the man and woman moaning and crying out in ecstasy on it. The very loud man and woman. She felt her cheeks go red as she frantically searched for the remote.

"Dennis, help me here!" she whispered frantically as she covered the mouthpiece, looking desperately around for the remote.

Obviously her ghost had decided to take a nap.

"Cordelia, are you watching what I think you're watching?" His voice sounded amused now, but it had taken on a dangerous undertone. She felt her own body responding as she finally located the elusive remote and punched the volume all the way down.

"No someone getting killed. It's one of those murder of the week things," she tried to cover, hearing his low laughter through the phone line.

"Sure it is. Come on Cordelia, it's me here. Your boss, your best friend. You know you can tell me anything," he finished, a teasing note in his voice.

Cordelia struggled to keep her breathing normal, unwilling to let him know how much his smoky voice was affecting her nervous system. She was going to kill him if he got her all hot and bothered and then left her high and dry.

Unfortunately, there was no other resolution to this situation.

Besides, she was curious now to see how far he'd take this little conversation. Obviously something had gotten into him.

A disturbing thought suddenly hit her.

"You're not 'him' are you? 'Cause if you are, I'm hanging up right now," she said, hoping the fear in her voice wasn't obvious.

She felt a little better as she heard his familiar laugh.

Angel's laugh. Not Angelus'.

"Relax Delia, it's me. I'm just in the mood to play," he replied, his voice deepening again.

Cordelia gulped, not sure how to handle this Angel.

She wondered what had gotten into him. And to her. She should hang up before he stirred up emotions and passions she wasn't willing to face right now.

"It's okay Cordelia, I tell you what, let me guess, it's channel 61 right? A dark-haired woman giving a dark-haired guy what looks to be an incredible blow job, right?" his voice got lower as he spoke the words, and Cordelia felt her body heat even more.

"Angel, what's gotten into you?" She tried to put some shock in her voice, but didn't think she'd succeeded.

This was getting interesting.

"Come on Cordelia, admit it. You have it on, and so do I, why don't we watch it together? Maybe it'll take your mind off your cold," he said in a whisper.

It sent shivers down her spine.

What was she getting into here? What was she about to do?

After a few moments of contemplative thought, she decided to go with the flow. She wasn't denying her feelings for Angel, and it seemed he might finally be somewhat more receptive to exploring them. Why she didn't know, but she couldn't wait to find out.

It was an arousing thought.

Taking a deep breath, she pushed rational thought out of her mind, figuring if she felt this miserable, she might as well try to get some fun out of it.

She'd think of the consequences later.

She wasn't going to let this opportunity pass.

"Okay Angel, let's watch a porno together," she said, deliberately pitching her voice lower, hearing his in-drawn breath through the phone line.

She smiled. This had potential.

"Cordelia Chase, you shock me! Dare I hope that's only a sample of things to come?" he husked deliberately. She smiled to herself as she settled more comfortably against the couch.

"Who knows Angel, I may surprise you yet," she replied in a low voice, letting the desire sweep back over her again.

This time, augmented by his voice in her ear.

"So do women like it when men go down on them? I mean, this one seems to have no problem with it, it actually looks like she's enjoying it," were his next words.

Cordelia felt a jolt go through her at the tone of his voice, at his words whispered seductively in her ear.

"I don't know Angel. I guess it depends on the woman. Some like it, some don't, although I'd think you have a bit more insight into the matter, seeing as you've been around the block a lot more than I have," she said in a deliberately deadpan voice, trying to calm her raging hormones as she heard his low chuckle.

"Well then, let me rephrase the question. Would you like it if a guy went down on you?" he asked directly.

She felt her breath catch as her mind immediately pictured Angel going down on her, his head buried between her legs, tongue doing indecent things to her clit, her body on fire as she arched against his mouth, against his probing tongue.

"Cordelia, answer the question."

His voice, now a husky rasp brought her out of her fantasies, and threw her into about a dozen more. She tried to catch her breath, stifling a moan in the process.

"Well Angel, I can't say as though I've had a lot of experience with it, but I guess if it was the right guy. I don't know, maybe," she managed, trying to control her breathing.

It was getting to be a difficult task.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment before Angel spoke again. His voice was even lower, sending chills down her spine.

"Would you like it if it was me going down on you Cordelia?" he asked quietly.

Her world stopped at his whispered words.

She wondered if she'd heard him right.

She knew she had.

Moment of truth Cordelia.

What now? How far was she willing to take this? How far was he? What about tomorrow? They'd have to face each other. God, they'd have to face each other with Wesley watching and observing.

But the desire coursing through her body was swiftly obliterating any thoughts of consequence or the morning after.

She sighed, finally giving her emotions free reign, letting the desire running rampant through her body take over.

"Yeah Angel, I think I would. How exactly would you go about it?" she husked against the phone.

She smiled to herself as she heard the sharp gasp on the other end of the line. Another moment of silence. Cordelia stroked a hand across the tips of her already hardened breasts, stifling a moan at the erotic sensation of fingers brushing through her T-shirt. She really hoped he'd respond. This was much more fun than watching a porno flick any day.

"You really want to go there Cordelia? I'm more than willing, but are you sure?" he managed, his voice deadly serious now, though she could tell he was trying to control his rapid breathing.

She didn't hesitate. If she did, the regrets would hit her. She was living for the moment.

"Tell me what you'd do to me. Tell me how it would feel. Tell me Angel. Tell me down to every last little detail," she breathed, hearing his own audible moan across the line.

Another moment of silence as Angel absorbed her words. She held her breath, wondering if she'd taken it too far, too fast. But he'd wanted to play, he'd started this game. He'd damn well better finish it!

"Okay. I'll tell you, but no interruptions except for your responses. Those I want to hear in full detail. Every little moan, every cry, everything, okay?" he asked in that husky voice again.

Cordelia shivered as she settled herself deeper into the couch, balancing the phone between her ear and shoulder. She was already too hot for her own good.

She didn't once think about her cold.

"Okay," she managed softly, heart already beating double time.

She heard the vampire take a deep breath before beginning to speak in a throaty voice.

"You're wearing nothing but a forest green teddy, cut high on the thigh, and extremely low in front. Your breasts are nearly spilling over the material and your eyes are smoky with desire. I'd have just spent the last half hour building you up to the point where all you could think about was my mouth, between your thighs, my teeth scraping over your clit. I'd have kissed you senseless, taking those rosebud lips roughly, then gently, then roughly again. I'd have stroked and suckled your beautiful breasts, playing with each rosy crest until I brought you to writhing ecstasy, screaming my name and begging me to take you," he husked out.

Cordelia was breathing heavily now, moaning as her hands imitated his words, stroking her breasts, pinching an erect nipple tautly, gasping as she let go quickly, loving the jolt of heat the move sent spiraling down her body, centering between her legs. She felt herself grow wet again, felt her panties sticking to her overheated body. She could see him, bent over her breasts, sucking them, teasing them, every so often scraping a fang gently over them. Looking up to meet her gaze as his hands moved over her body and down between her legs.

"Are you enjoying this Cordelia? Am I making you hot? Are you as turned on as I am right now? Do you want me to continue?" he asked breathlessly.

All she could do was moan in response.

"I finally give in to your pleas, running my mouth down your stomach, stopping to plant a kiss on your belly, hearing you beg me to taste you, to touch you. I plant baby kisses along the inside of your thighs, hearing your moans grow louder as I draw closer to your heat, your wet, hot, center, hot for me and only me."

Cordelia was moaning frantically now as she started stroking herself, pinching her clit and arching into her fingers.

She cried out when his voice stopped.

"Angel please, please don't stop," she managed, not caring that she was begging. All she wanted was his voice, his hands, his touch on her body.

"Anything to please the lady," he said softly as he continued, the strain in his voice now evident. She knew he was as hot as she was and probably stroking his cock as well, imagining it was her mouth on him. The thought sent a new spear of pleasure through her, and she moaned again.

"My tongue finally finds your center and slips between your thighs, finding your clit and darting in and out at it quickly several times."

Cordelia cried out as her own fingers imitated his words, stroking her clit in quick, hard strokes, imagining all the while it was Angel's tongue, Angel's fingers.

"You're writhing like crazy now, screaming my name and bucking against my mouth. God, you're so hot Cordelia! So wet and so tight. And all for me. Only for me. God Delia!" his voice was ragged, his breath coming in pants clearly audible through the phone line.

"Angel! God Angel! Oh God! I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come so hard!"

She was nearly frantic now, her fingers flying across her body, alternating between stroking her clit and thrusting her fingers deep inside her body.

"That's it Cordelia, that's it. Let it go. Come for me. Feel my fang scrape across your clit as I thrust deep inside you. Scream for me Delia, scream for me alone. Please," he moaned.

Angel's moan sent her over the edge. With a final flick of her fingers she screamed his name as she flew off the edge. Her world shattered as wave after wave of ecstasy swept over her body.

She wondered if it were legal to feel this good.

After a few moments, she finally came back to herself and to dead silence over the phone.

"Cordelia, are you okay?" he managed, as she languidly mustered up the strength to answer.

"I'm wonderful Angel. That was amazing. How are you doing?" she managed, her voice still low and husky, an incredible sense of contentment invading her body.

"I'm okay. I think. God Cordelia, you sound so beautiful when you come. Do you know how hard I am right now? How much I want to feel your mouth on my cock? How much I want to feel you sucking me, stroking me, then taking me deep inside your body. Screaming my name as I scream yours and we take each other to heaven and back," his voice was strained and Cordelia felt her own body leap back to life at the words. Obviously, Angel was the one in need of some 'comfort' now. She smiled to herself as she decided it was only fair she provide it.

Taking a deep breath, she began her own seduction.

"You're huge, almost too large, but you feel so hard, yet so soft, as my mouth closes over your cock, stroking it from base to tip with my tongue, taking you deep into my throat, feeling you arch against me, thrusting deep and hard into my mouth. God you feel wonderful as I tease your balls and pull you deeper into my mouth. You're screaming my name now, begging me to let you come. To come for me. Beg me Angel, beg me to let you come," she husked, hearing his strangled groan.

"Oh God Cordelia! Yes, please, harder Delia, deeper," he panted, as Cordelia felt her own fingers delve back into her warmth, her body on the razor's edge of desire as she let herself and her desire pour into her words.

"But just as you're ready to come, ready to explode, I stop, and pull back," she whispered, hearing him moan and smiling before continuing.

"As you're moaning my name and jerking towards my mouth, I push myself up, settling myself above you and with one quick thrust, impale myself on your cock, sinking down on you, taking you fully into me. God you feel wonderful," she was moaning along with him, her fingers flying across her body.

"God yes Delia! You're so tight, so hot, you feel so good, closed around me. God, faster Delia, harder, I need more," he moaned frantically.

She was more than happy to oblige.

"Angel, Oh God! I keep thrusting against you as you arch up into me and suddenly, you hit just the right spot and you hit it again, and again," her voice trailed off on a high pitched scream as she felt herself fly off the edge yet again. She barely heard Angel shout her name as his release came, her mind again drifting with the clouds.

But she knew what he needed to hear right now to complete his total oblivion.

"Bite me Angel, take my blood, it's yours," she moaned, the image those words brought to mind sending a whole new wave of ecstasy flowing through her body as she heard his strangled growl across the phone line.

She knew he was imagining what her blood tasted like, as he imagined himself buried deep inside her body.

The feeling, even in her mind, was incredible.

She sighed as she slowly began to float back down to reality, a smile on her face.

After a few moments of silence, she decided she better be the first to speak.

"Angel, are you okay?" she managed, feeling her tired body drifting towards sleep. Her mind refused to process what had just happened. Twice. She'd had incredible phone sex with Angel. Her Angel. She couldn't doubt that now. He was hers.

She smiled like a cat who'd gotten the canary.

She'd worry about the consequences later.

"Wow," his voice sounded as weak as hers.

"I was that good huh?" she said with a weak laugh, hearing Angel's contented rumble through the wires.

"The best, Delia," he said quietly

"You were pretty good yourself. No one's ever done that for me. Or so quickly. Or over the phone," she replied softly.

"Delia, I know you're not feeling well, but do you feel like company? Cause I'd really like to come over and see if you're as good in person as you are on the phone, " he said quietly, obviously holding his breath as he waited for her reply.

She smiled as she imagined Angel, in person, doing what she'd just imagined to her body. She felt a wave of desire stir in her at the thought.

But could he?

The smile faded as reality came crashing down around her.

"Could you do that Angel? I mean, the whole curse thing," she began, only to be cut off.

"My soul is permanent. It has beener nose had stopped running and she'd forgotten how miserable she felt.

Looks like she'd finally found a cold medicine that worked.

And how wonderful she got to see him every day.

And the thought of a real live Angel doing those things to her, well, her mind went fuzzy again.

"Come on over Angel, you're the best medicine I've found for my cold," she whispered into the receiver. She laughed as she heard his groaned "I'm on my way" as the phone clicked in her ear.

She replaced the receiver and settled back against the couch. She really should move, do something, anything, so she didn't look like she was just waiting for Angel to come ravage her.

She really should.

She sighed and smiled to herself again as she settled deeper into the cushions.

Then again, she was sick and the only cure seemed to be a very special Angel.

And he was on the way.

"Dennis, you might want to disappear into your wall for the next couple of hours," she said with a smile, feeling a slight breeze against her cheek in response.

She smiled wickedly at the wall.

"Or you could settle in and watch, I won't tell if you won't," she added, smiling as she ducked another pillow that came flying her way.

Being sick definitely had its benefits.

The End