Old Angel Stories, Part 1
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apachefirecatA Case To Remember, posted 8-8-13, rated K/G
Characters: Angel, Doyle, Cordelia
This was going to be one interesting story!
He doesn't want to know how Doyle ended up in a dress or why Cordelia's still clutching a whip and occasionally meowing. He can't help guessing why those meows send Doyle's Irish face turning a bright shade of red or why he sounds like he's begging when he whispers urgently to him, "Stop 'er, man."
He only looks at his people, shakes his head, and hides his grin. They've done well while he's been off in Sunnydale. They almost brought down this entire nest of Vampires themselves. He's only had to dust a couple after finding them cornered.
He keeps moving now, heading to his car with them trailing behind him and Cordelia still meowing and cracking her whip. He is not going to ask. A case is a case, and a solved case is best. He will leave it at that tonight.
But as he pulls away, with Doyle fidgeting beside him and Cordelia keeping her act going in his back seat, Angel knows he's going to ask the Demon tomorrow. He'll ask him, and the story is surely going to be one for the ages - if he can get the truth out of him.
For now, he takes pity. "Cordelia, enough." She pouts but stops. Doyle glances gratefully at him, and Angel finally lets his grin show. Yeah, this story is going to be one to remember.
The End
A Fledgling's Hard Lesson, posted 9-6-09, rated R/M
Characters: The Fanged Four
Some lessons a fledgling Vampire just has to learn for himself!
The air sang with the sounds of battle, and desire roared in his blood, beating a demanding rhythm inside him that was far more powerful than his human heartbeat had ever been. He whirled around, a flash of white, black, and crimson red, as he downed another pathetic mortal. The group of humans were falling before he and his family like flies, and indeed there was no more race, he reflected, that was more a pest than these sniveling, cowardly human beings.
The memory that he had once been one himself made him snarl, and his fangs closed down on yet another throat. He was getting quite full, but the blood tasted so good that he continuously wanted more, regardless of whether or not his appetite had been appeased. He snatched another on-rushing human by his throat and eyed him through eyes he'd heard them say was as black as his soul. Perhaps that was true, but what was also true was that he had never felt freer.
"Their blood tastes so good," he called to his family over the screams that played on his ears now as violins had once done just a few months before. "I wonder what their tiny brains are like?"
"You don't want to know," a strong voice answered him. Spike knew without looking that it belonged to his grandsire, Angelus, leader of their clan. His upper lip curled in a savage snarl that made the human faint in his arms. Angelus' mere comment was sufficient to tell the blonde Vampire that he did want to know.
A pale hand draped over his muscular, leather-clad shoulder, and his sire danced around him. "That's a good, pretty boy," she crooned, looking up at him through crazed eyes. "Go ahead: eat the human's brains!" Her slender shoulders lifted in a shrug. "Maybe you'll gain some intelligence!" She laughed and danced away into the battle, her fingernails slicing through the throats of two humans at once.
Spike looked after her through the span of a single heartbeat of a human, then shrugged his shoulders and tossed his head back in laughter. He loved every minute of this insanity! It thrived through him, feeding him even more efficiently than the blood! Still laughing, he clasped his latest prey's head between his hands and twisted, his fingernails digging in. The head cracked with the sound of a ripened melon breaking apart, and Spike let the body drop to the ground as he peered into the skull.
He prodded the bloody tissues with a blackened fingernail before finding what he thought had to be the brain. He poked it gingerly, making a disgusted face. "It looks like pudding!" he exclaimed. "Bloody awful, gray pudding, but still pudding!"
"I told you," came Angelus' voice, and Spike growled.
He whirled to look in the direction of his grandsire, then purposefully dug a fingernail into the gray substance. He licked it off with a slurping noise. As the taste hit his tongue, his stomach churned, but his pride swallowed his disgust. "Bloody fine pudding!" he announced with a toss of his head and growled again at Angelus' laughter.
As Spike devoured the brain, Angelus laughed and shook his head. "Some lessons," he announced to Darla who stood proudly beside him, "a Vampire just has to learn on his own!" He knew, all too well, for it hadn't been that long ago, by the way he now judged time, that he'd learned the very same lesson out of his determination to prove Darla wrong. "Go ahead, pup!" he called. "Slurp it up to the last drop!" He turned to wink at Darla. "Next thing you know, he'll be eating their entrails!" he joked as he lifted her up into his arms and swirled her around with blood from her last prey raining down upon them.
Spike continued to devour the brain, ignoring the sickening churns his stomach made and trying desperately to drown out Angelus' raucous laughter. He was the only thing wrong with this picture, he mused. What he wouldn't give to have him look at him in a way other than condescending, to have him not laugh at him just once, to have him on his knees, looking up at him, for a change! He grinned, his blood-tinted fangs shining in the moonlight. One night, he swore, one night, that was exactly how it would be!
The End
A Love So Grand, posted 1-14-09, rated NC-17/AO
Characters: Angel/Cordelia
Cordelia comes to Angel.
She gazed lovingly down at him in a cloud of frothy, transparent white. He was pushing himself too hard, as usual, and had fallen asleep at his desk. Unlike so many times before, as she heard him moan and groan in ecstasy, she knew he was dreaming about her, and she lowered herself down on top of him, intent upon making those dreams as much of a reality as she possibly could for no longer did the curse of Angelus hang over their heads.
She kissed him first on the top of the head, then the forehead, each eyebrow, his nose, and finally fully upon his mouth. Her fingers ran through his hair which, though it had been slicked down this morning with far too much mousse, was now spiky from the many times he had ran his fingers through it in frustration. She kissed him long and deep, her tongue thrusting easily into his mouth to play tag with his. Her hands started in his hair but drifted to his ears, where they caressed and teased his lobes.
He murmured against her mouth, and she stopped kissing him, curious as to what he might have to say. "Cordy," he moaned her name miserably, "make me hot." While in his dreams, she was pretty certain it was a demand, his words in reality came out as a whimper of longing.
"I'm right here, Angelcakes," she said, kissing him lightly, "and I promise you I'm going to make you hot." Settling into a position where she straddled him, Cordelia resumed kissing him, her tongue sweeping further and deeper into his mouth until it teased the very back of his throat. Her hands smoothed over his face, then further downwards, caressing his chest.
Her mouth began a slow trail of scorching kisses that ran from his lips over his chin and down to his throat. She no longer had to heed the barrier of his clothing, and her hands played over his flesh like it was a fine-tuned violin and she was the master violinist. As she suckled his throat, her teeth, tongue, and lips all having equal play time, her thumbs rubbed circles on his hardening nipples. He had already risen beneath her to the occasion, and she rubbed herself on his growing manhood.
He whimpered, but this whimper, she knew, had nothing to do with pain or heartache and everything to do with the sheer pleasure she was at last being able to grant him. Her fingers splayed against his muscular chest, and her mouth returned to his as she lifted herself up and then dropped down upon his rearing steed. He filled her immediately, and she cried out though none could hear her.
She kissed him with the ultimate passion that only he had ever enticed in her as she began sliding up and down against his staff. Again and again, she impaled herself upon him, always desperately wanting more. Her fingers curled against his back, but her fingernails could no longer leave their marks. She gave all that she was to him and their union, as she had always dreamed of doing, riding him hard and long until, at last, together they could take no more and fell over the edge, shooting through the greatest ecstasy and brightest stars they'd ever witnessed, with twin screams of passion.
Angel's eyes snapped open. He could have sworn he'd heard Cordelia! "Cordy?!" he cried, but though she was right in front of him, he could not see her. He looked down, feeling a wetness upon his pants, and stared at himself in shock. Slowly, tentatively, still half-afraid he might go blind, Angel touched himself and moaned her name with a happy smile gracing his face. "Cordelia . . . " She had been there, and she obviously still loved him! His next words gave her more happiness than he could have possibly known, granting her the greatest happiness he could just as she had done for him. "I love you . . . "
She cupped her hand around his face, and he raised his hand to her invisible one, feeling the tingle where she touched him. "I love you too, Angel," Cordelia breathed. "I always have and always will, and one day, by Gods, I'll be able to tell and show you when you can see me again." Her tears fell through his flesh, and though he could not see her, he could at last feel her presence there with him.
"You really were a Princess," he told her, causing her to raise her face to look at him in surprise, "my Princess, and I will always, always love only you."
The End
A Playful Kiss, posted 8-1-12, rated G/K
Characters: Angel/Cordelia
No matter how hard he tries, Angel always messes up his relationship with Cordelia, but luckily, she forgives him every time.
As he followed her scent, which he'd always loved, Angel wondered how he was going to apologize. Why was it, whenever things started going well between them, he managed to screw things up? He loved Cordelia and wanted her to be happy but instead kept making her sad.
He found her, of all places, on a slide in a playground. "What are you doing?"
"Being as mature as you." He stood before her as she slid to a stop.
"I'm sorry," he started and stopped when she rolled her eyes.
"Oh, just shut up and kiss me, Dead Boy." He did.
The End
A Vampire's Attention, posted 12-8-11, rated G/K
Characters: Angel/Cordelia, Ensemble
Angel can't figure out why Cordelia dresses as she does.
"Dang!" Gunn exclaimed, bringing all heads in the office snapping around to follow his wide-eyed gaze.
"What is it?" Wesley asked. Then his breath left him in a whoosh. "Oh my," he breathed as his glasses began steaming up.
Gunn grinned. "Cordelia's dressing up again!"
"And leaving so little to the imagination," Lorne agreed approvingly.
"I don't know why she wears such things," Angel murmured. "Her shirts beg for a Vampire's attention - " He looked innocently around him as his friends doubled over with laughter. "What?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Lorne asked, rolling his red eyes at Angel's naivety. His green hand clasped his shoulder. "Allow me to translate for you, honey: She wants you." He pushed him to the door. "Now go get you some loving."
He, Gunn, and Wesley strained to follow Angel's movements. Gunn shook his head and groaned as Angel began to fumble again. "He's so lost!"
Wesley started cleaning his glasses, but Lorne stepped out after his friends. "Here, kiddies," he said, handing them two tickets. "Go have yourself a night on the town."
"But I can't - !"
"Hush," Lorne said, putting a finger to Angel's lips. "No protests out of you tonight." He winked at Cordelia as he thrust the tickets into her capable hands. "Don't let me down, Brown Eyes."
"Oh," she grinned, her hazel eyes sparkling joyously, "I won't!" She pulled Angel out the door.
"Ah," Lorne sighed happily, "young love!" Then his eyes turned heavenward. "Please don't let him screw this one up." He turned to face Gunn and Wesley's laughter and shrugged, still grinning, as he commented, "Well, you know Angel."
Still cleaning his glasses, Wesley chuckled. "Unfortunately, we do."
"Only a dead guy could ignore the Princess," Gunn agreed.
"Righto." All three hoped Angel would come through and give their Princess the happiness she deserved.
The End
Alcohol and Demons, posted 7-18-06, rated PG/K+
Characters: Lorne, Angel/Cordelia
WARNING: JUVENILE BATHROOM HUMOR AHEAD!
Even Lorne knows when enough is enough.
The Demon passed through the doorway to the kitchen and stepped into the foyer, humming softly to himself as he did so. His red eyes glistened as he raised his champagne glass to his lips once more and took another sip of the dark red liquid held within. From over the glass' rim, something caught his eye that so startled him that he quite nearly dropped the glass. Instead, he spit out the sip he had just taken as he asked, eyes wide in great concern, "Angel, what happened!" His heartbeat went wild for he could not believe what he was seeing. It couldn't be!
Angel cradled Cordelia's lifeless body close to his chest, rocking slowly back and forth and sobbing as if it had been his heart that had been stopped. He looked up at his friend through the tears that streamed down his face as he cried, "I killed her, Lorne!" His raking sob echoed through the Hyperion. "I KILLED HER WITH MY FARTS!"
Lorne's mouth dropped open in pure shock, and this time, his glass slipped from his fingers to fall towards the floor. Another hand reached swiftly out and caught the tumbling glass in a deft grasp before even so much as one drop could be spilled. "Lorne, who are you talking to?"
Lorne forced his startled gaze away from Angel and Cordelia only to be met with Angel's concerned face. "What?" he asked, confusion furrowing his green brow and drawing his red horns down slightly. "Angel?" When the Vampire nodded wordlessly, Lorne quickly looked back over at where Angel had just been cradling Cordelia's body only to find the rest of the room completely empty.
Slowly, Lorne shook his head as his confusion continued to increase. His eyes moved to glance back at Angel but instead fell upon his glass that Angel held. As realization dawned, Lorne again shook his head in shock. "Angel," he said faintly, "throw that away or something, will you? I've got to get some sleep." Without another word, the green Demon headed towards his bedroom, still shaking his head in disbelief at the warped scene the alcohol in his system had just caused him to witness. "I've got to lay off that stuff," he mumbled under his breath as he continued on to bed.
The End
Angel's Miracle, posted 1-28-13, rated K/G
Characters: Angel/Cordelia
It seemed a day for miracles.
Dark eyes that had seen all kinds of nightmares and miracles alike turned from the window where snow continued to cascade down upon California. He could actually go outside today for there was no sign of sunlight, but he preferred to stay inside. He preferred to stay with her, whose beauty he now gazed again upon as she stared at her computer screen. She was more golden than any sun. He'd seen all kinds of things over the years, but he'd never seen anything more beautiful, or held anything with more cherish, than he held his Cordelia to his heart.
He remembered another time trapped inside himself when his self who knew no limits had dared to catch her scent. As much as he hated him, Angelus had more guts than he'd ever have. But today, with snow falling, seemed to be a day for miracles. Angel dared come closer.
Gathering all his courage to him, he bent and sniffed her hair. Cordy didn't jump; she moved instead just enough to look up at him with a little grin. Both shivered with delight. Angel's dead heart gave a leap of faith. A miracle had happened: she wouldn't run from him.
The End
Angel's Sorrow, posted 12-11-08, rated R/M
Characters: Angel/Cordelia
Only Angel knows how much of a coward he has become.
They said he was strong. They said he was one of the ultimate warriors throughout the world. They cheered him on through every physical battle and believed that he could save the world every time it faced apocalypse. But they didn't know.
They didn't know that he did not even possess the strength to do the one thing he should have done long ago when he lost the only woman he'd ever truly loved. They didn't know he was a coward, safely watching the sun he should embrace in the open from behind protective glass.
They didn't know he was a coward, too afraid to face himself and taking refuge in arms that he had no right to want to hold him. They didn't know he lived a lie, too afraid to let go of the past for fear that it would mean he loved her less and scared to death to embrace the love offered him for fear of what others would think.
They praised him for slaying monsters and saving the world, but they didn't know he didn't have the power to save himself. Spike saved him every night with his gentle caresses and loving touches, and when he lacked the courage to relish in them and truly live again, even if only for a few seconds, he beat him. None but the weakest stole what they perceived to be strength from beating those who loved them. Spike was the only one who still cared more about him than anything else, including his own self, and Angel repaid that love and trust by beating him.
He hung his head. Nothing could have shamed him more, even though he knew that when his growing feelings for Spike again caused him to feel as though he was making less of Cordelia's memory, he would start attacking him all over again. Alone in his office, he let his tears fall as he whispered words he believed his childe would never get to hear for he'd never be brave enough to tell him. "I love you, Spike. Thank you."
{Thank you for loving me, for comforting me, for putting up with me, for being there for me, for understanding, for loving me even if you'll never tell me so.} He cried his misery, his sorrow, his grief, and, most of all, his regret as another Angel looked down upon him in loving compassion and wept from her place in the Heavens.
The End
Attack of the Killer Beans, posted 7-18-06, rated G/K
Characters: Ensemble
WARNING: WARPED JUVENILE BATHROOM HUMOR AHEAD!
The members of Angel Investigations are falling out one by one, but what is the cause?
Guilty eyes glanced up over the rim of the ex-Watcher's glasses as he again stole a moment from studying the manuscripts before him to glance quickly around the room, his heart frozen in fear. They must not know what he was doing for if they did, he would surely never live through what would undoubtedly ensue. Cordelia seemed transfixed by the computer screen before her, and Gunn and Lorne were both buried in books and scrolls. His questing eyes rested on the beautiful vision that was his beloved Fred for a moment. Terror set into him, however, as her lovely face grew pale.
As Fred fell backwards, her chair hitting the floor, all heads in the room snapped up to alert. Both Wesley and Gunn leapt from their chairs and raced as if their own lives depended on their reaching Fred in time. Gunn reached her first, and as he knelt, a foul odor wafted upwards from behind him. The smell hit Wesley's nose as he arrived, and he instantly fainted. Gunn's head jerked towards Wesley as his ex-best friend hit the floor, and he smirked slightly at the knowledge that English had indeed been doing what he had thought.
He sobered swiftly, however, as he turned worriedly back to Fred. "Fred, baby?" Gunn called as he checked her pulse. He breathed a silent sigh of relief as her heartbeat proved to be normal, but he continued gently shaking her and calling to her as he tried to rouse her. "Fred? Come on, Fred. Fred? Come on, baby."
Having witnessed the scene between the trio, Lorne and Cordelia rose to join the others and check on Wesley and Fred, but as Lorne passed Cordy's desk, a disgusting odor hit the Seer's nose. She fell instantly, but by the time her unconscious body hit the floor, Lorne had reached Wesley. Both Lorne's and Gunn's heads snapped towards Cordy's desk, and when they did not see their gorgeous friend, dread settled deeper into their souls at the realization that they were the only two left.
"Man, what's going on!" Gunn wailed as he continued shaking Fred without receiving a response. Lorne shook his head sadly and worriedly, but as he started to answer, another odor passed from him. This time, it wrapped around Gunn's nose, filling his nostrils, and he fell forward.
Even as Gunn's unconscious body slumped over Fred's, the door to the Hyperion opened. Lorne's head jerked towards the newcomer, and he watched as Angel took a few steps into the Hyperion before the scene sank into horrid realization for him. Lorne had thought that the room had stank worse than anything he had ever smelled before, even in Pylea, but somehow, the terrible odor became even worse when Angel entered. "Lorne, what . . . ?" Those were the last words Lorne heard before his red eyes crossed and he, too, fainted.
Angel's eyes were as wide as saucers as he surveyed the room. He saw the unconscious bodies of his friends and, although he could not see her, he knew that the woman he loved more than life itself was unconscious, as well, only hidden by her desk. His brow creased even as fury built within him. Who could have done this! He sniffed the air quickly as he walked further into the room. His superbly expert nose was easily able to identify each scent and separate it from the rest, and he soon realized what had happened. He slowly shook his head in stunned surprise as he mumbled softly, "Well, Fred did ask that I make refried beans to go along with the rest of the meal tonight. I just never thought . . . " He shook his head again, still stunned, even as a cold wind passed through him.
The ghost of Doyle had watched the entire scene play out, knowing fully well what was happening the whole time and struggling to keep from bursting out laughing. As he walked through Angel, he, just like all the rest of Angel Investigations had done before him, passed out, and he could no longer conceal his amusement as one incredibly awful odor even managed to send the infamous ensouled Vampire to his feet. Angel hit the floor, as well, leaving Doyle the only one left standing in the entire hotel.
The End
Characters: Angel, Doyle, Cordelia
This was going to be one interesting story!
He doesn't want to know how Doyle ended up in a dress or why Cordelia's still clutching a whip and occasionally meowing. He can't help guessing why those meows send Doyle's Irish face turning a bright shade of red or why he sounds like he's begging when he whispers urgently to him, "Stop 'er, man."
He only looks at his people, shakes his head, and hides his grin. They've done well while he's been off in Sunnydale. They almost brought down this entire nest of Vampires themselves. He's only had to dust a couple after finding them cornered.
He keeps moving now, heading to his car with them trailing behind him and Cordelia still meowing and cracking her whip. He is not going to ask. A case is a case, and a solved case is best. He will leave it at that tonight.
But as he pulls away, with Doyle fidgeting beside him and Cordelia keeping her act going in his back seat, Angel knows he's going to ask the Demon tomorrow. He'll ask him, and the story is surely going to be one for the ages - if he can get the truth out of him.
For now, he takes pity. "Cordelia, enough." She pouts but stops. Doyle glances gratefully at him, and Angel finally lets his grin show. Yeah, this story is going to be one to remember.
The End
A Fledgling's Hard Lesson, posted 9-6-09, rated R/M
Characters: The Fanged Four
Some lessons a fledgling Vampire just has to learn for himself!
The air sang with the sounds of battle, and desire roared in his blood, beating a demanding rhythm inside him that was far more powerful than his human heartbeat had ever been. He whirled around, a flash of white, black, and crimson red, as he downed another pathetic mortal. The group of humans were falling before he and his family like flies, and indeed there was no more race, he reflected, that was more a pest than these sniveling, cowardly human beings.
The memory that he had once been one himself made him snarl, and his fangs closed down on yet another throat. He was getting quite full, but the blood tasted so good that he continuously wanted more, regardless of whether or not his appetite had been appeased. He snatched another on-rushing human by his throat and eyed him through eyes he'd heard them say was as black as his soul. Perhaps that was true, but what was also true was that he had never felt freer.
"Their blood tastes so good," he called to his family over the screams that played on his ears now as violins had once done just a few months before. "I wonder what their tiny brains are like?"
"You don't want to know," a strong voice answered him. Spike knew without looking that it belonged to his grandsire, Angelus, leader of their clan. His upper lip curled in a savage snarl that made the human faint in his arms. Angelus' mere comment was sufficient to tell the blonde Vampire that he did want to know.
A pale hand draped over his muscular, leather-clad shoulder, and his sire danced around him. "That's a good, pretty boy," she crooned, looking up at him through crazed eyes. "Go ahead: eat the human's brains!" Her slender shoulders lifted in a shrug. "Maybe you'll gain some intelligence!" She laughed and danced away into the battle, her fingernails slicing through the throats of two humans at once.
Spike looked after her through the span of a single heartbeat of a human, then shrugged his shoulders and tossed his head back in laughter. He loved every minute of this insanity! It thrived through him, feeding him even more efficiently than the blood! Still laughing, he clasped his latest prey's head between his hands and twisted, his fingernails digging in. The head cracked with the sound of a ripened melon breaking apart, and Spike let the body drop to the ground as he peered into the skull.
He prodded the bloody tissues with a blackened fingernail before finding what he thought had to be the brain. He poked it gingerly, making a disgusted face. "It looks like pudding!" he exclaimed. "Bloody awful, gray pudding, but still pudding!"
"I told you," came Angelus' voice, and Spike growled.
He whirled to look in the direction of his grandsire, then purposefully dug a fingernail into the gray substance. He licked it off with a slurping noise. As the taste hit his tongue, his stomach churned, but his pride swallowed his disgust. "Bloody fine pudding!" he announced with a toss of his head and growled again at Angelus' laughter.
As Spike devoured the brain, Angelus laughed and shook his head. "Some lessons," he announced to Darla who stood proudly beside him, "a Vampire just has to learn on his own!" He knew, all too well, for it hadn't been that long ago, by the way he now judged time, that he'd learned the very same lesson out of his determination to prove Darla wrong. "Go ahead, pup!" he called. "Slurp it up to the last drop!" He turned to wink at Darla. "Next thing you know, he'll be eating their entrails!" he joked as he lifted her up into his arms and swirled her around with blood from her last prey raining down upon them.
Spike continued to devour the brain, ignoring the sickening churns his stomach made and trying desperately to drown out Angelus' raucous laughter. He was the only thing wrong with this picture, he mused. What he wouldn't give to have him look at him in a way other than condescending, to have him not laugh at him just once, to have him on his knees, looking up at him, for a change! He grinned, his blood-tinted fangs shining in the moonlight. One night, he swore, one night, that was exactly how it would be!
The End
A Love So Grand, posted 1-14-09, rated NC-17/AO
Characters: Angel/Cordelia
Cordelia comes to Angel.
She gazed lovingly down at him in a cloud of frothy, transparent white. He was pushing himself too hard, as usual, and had fallen asleep at his desk. Unlike so many times before, as she heard him moan and groan in ecstasy, she knew he was dreaming about her, and she lowered herself down on top of him, intent upon making those dreams as much of a reality as she possibly could for no longer did the curse of Angelus hang over their heads.
She kissed him first on the top of the head, then the forehead, each eyebrow, his nose, and finally fully upon his mouth. Her fingers ran through his hair which, though it had been slicked down this morning with far too much mousse, was now spiky from the many times he had ran his fingers through it in frustration. She kissed him long and deep, her tongue thrusting easily into his mouth to play tag with his. Her hands started in his hair but drifted to his ears, where they caressed and teased his lobes.
He murmured against her mouth, and she stopped kissing him, curious as to what he might have to say. "Cordy," he moaned her name miserably, "make me hot." While in his dreams, she was pretty certain it was a demand, his words in reality came out as a whimper of longing.
"I'm right here, Angelcakes," she said, kissing him lightly, "and I promise you I'm going to make you hot." Settling into a position where she straddled him, Cordelia resumed kissing him, her tongue sweeping further and deeper into his mouth until it teased the very back of his throat. Her hands smoothed over his face, then further downwards, caressing his chest.
Her mouth began a slow trail of scorching kisses that ran from his lips over his chin and down to his throat. She no longer had to heed the barrier of his clothing, and her hands played over his flesh like it was a fine-tuned violin and she was the master violinist. As she suckled his throat, her teeth, tongue, and lips all having equal play time, her thumbs rubbed circles on his hardening nipples. He had already risen beneath her to the occasion, and she rubbed herself on his growing manhood.
He whimpered, but this whimper, she knew, had nothing to do with pain or heartache and everything to do with the sheer pleasure she was at last being able to grant him. Her fingers splayed against his muscular chest, and her mouth returned to his as she lifted herself up and then dropped down upon his rearing steed. He filled her immediately, and she cried out though none could hear her.
She kissed him with the ultimate passion that only he had ever enticed in her as she began sliding up and down against his staff. Again and again, she impaled herself upon him, always desperately wanting more. Her fingers curled against his back, but her fingernails could no longer leave their marks. She gave all that she was to him and their union, as she had always dreamed of doing, riding him hard and long until, at last, together they could take no more and fell over the edge, shooting through the greatest ecstasy and brightest stars they'd ever witnessed, with twin screams of passion.
Angel's eyes snapped open. He could have sworn he'd heard Cordelia! "Cordy?!" he cried, but though she was right in front of him, he could not see her. He looked down, feeling a wetness upon his pants, and stared at himself in shock. Slowly, tentatively, still half-afraid he might go blind, Angel touched himself and moaned her name with a happy smile gracing his face. "Cordelia . . . " She had been there, and she obviously still loved him! His next words gave her more happiness than he could have possibly known, granting her the greatest happiness he could just as she had done for him. "I love you . . . "
She cupped her hand around his face, and he raised his hand to her invisible one, feeling the tingle where she touched him. "I love you too, Angel," Cordelia breathed. "I always have and always will, and one day, by Gods, I'll be able to tell and show you when you can see me again." Her tears fell through his flesh, and though he could not see her, he could at last feel her presence there with him.
"You really were a Princess," he told her, causing her to raise her face to look at him in surprise, "my Princess, and I will always, always love only you."
The End
A Playful Kiss, posted 8-1-12, rated G/K
Characters: Angel/Cordelia
No matter how hard he tries, Angel always messes up his relationship with Cordelia, but luckily, she forgives him every time.
As he followed her scent, which he'd always loved, Angel wondered how he was going to apologize. Why was it, whenever things started going well between them, he managed to screw things up? He loved Cordelia and wanted her to be happy but instead kept making her sad.
He found her, of all places, on a slide in a playground. "What are you doing?"
"Being as mature as you." He stood before her as she slid to a stop.
"I'm sorry," he started and stopped when she rolled her eyes.
"Oh, just shut up and kiss me, Dead Boy." He did.
The End
A Vampire's Attention, posted 12-8-11, rated G/K
Characters: Angel/Cordelia, Ensemble
Angel can't figure out why Cordelia dresses as she does.
"Dang!" Gunn exclaimed, bringing all heads in the office snapping around to follow his wide-eyed gaze.
"What is it?" Wesley asked. Then his breath left him in a whoosh. "Oh my," he breathed as his glasses began steaming up.
Gunn grinned. "Cordelia's dressing up again!"
"And leaving so little to the imagination," Lorne agreed approvingly.
"I don't know why she wears such things," Angel murmured. "Her shirts beg for a Vampire's attention - " He looked innocently around him as his friends doubled over with laughter. "What?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Lorne asked, rolling his red eyes at Angel's naivety. His green hand clasped his shoulder. "Allow me to translate for you, honey: She wants you." He pushed him to the door. "Now go get you some loving."
He, Gunn, and Wesley strained to follow Angel's movements. Gunn shook his head and groaned as Angel began to fumble again. "He's so lost!"
Wesley started cleaning his glasses, but Lorne stepped out after his friends. "Here, kiddies," he said, handing them two tickets. "Go have yourself a night on the town."
"But I can't - !"
"Hush," Lorne said, putting a finger to Angel's lips. "No protests out of you tonight." He winked at Cordelia as he thrust the tickets into her capable hands. "Don't let me down, Brown Eyes."
"Oh," she grinned, her hazel eyes sparkling joyously, "I won't!" She pulled Angel out the door.
"Ah," Lorne sighed happily, "young love!" Then his eyes turned heavenward. "Please don't let him screw this one up." He turned to face Gunn and Wesley's laughter and shrugged, still grinning, as he commented, "Well, you know Angel."
Still cleaning his glasses, Wesley chuckled. "Unfortunately, we do."
"Only a dead guy could ignore the Princess," Gunn agreed.
"Righto." All three hoped Angel would come through and give their Princess the happiness she deserved.
The End
Alcohol and Demons, posted 7-18-06, rated PG/K+
Characters: Lorne, Angel/Cordelia
WARNING: JUVENILE BATHROOM HUMOR AHEAD!
Even Lorne knows when enough is enough.
The Demon passed through the doorway to the kitchen and stepped into the foyer, humming softly to himself as he did so. His red eyes glistened as he raised his champagne glass to his lips once more and took another sip of the dark red liquid held within. From over the glass' rim, something caught his eye that so startled him that he quite nearly dropped the glass. Instead, he spit out the sip he had just taken as he asked, eyes wide in great concern, "Angel, what happened!" His heartbeat went wild for he could not believe what he was seeing. It couldn't be!
Angel cradled Cordelia's lifeless body close to his chest, rocking slowly back and forth and sobbing as if it had been his heart that had been stopped. He looked up at his friend through the tears that streamed down his face as he cried, "I killed her, Lorne!" His raking sob echoed through the Hyperion. "I KILLED HER WITH MY FARTS!"
Lorne's mouth dropped open in pure shock, and this time, his glass slipped from his fingers to fall towards the floor. Another hand reached swiftly out and caught the tumbling glass in a deft grasp before even so much as one drop could be spilled. "Lorne, who are you talking to?"
Lorne forced his startled gaze away from Angel and Cordelia only to be met with Angel's concerned face. "What?" he asked, confusion furrowing his green brow and drawing his red horns down slightly. "Angel?" When the Vampire nodded wordlessly, Lorne quickly looked back over at where Angel had just been cradling Cordelia's body only to find the rest of the room completely empty.
Slowly, Lorne shook his head as his confusion continued to increase. His eyes moved to glance back at Angel but instead fell upon his glass that Angel held. As realization dawned, Lorne again shook his head in shock. "Angel," he said faintly, "throw that away or something, will you? I've got to get some sleep." Without another word, the green Demon headed towards his bedroom, still shaking his head in disbelief at the warped scene the alcohol in his system had just caused him to witness. "I've got to lay off that stuff," he mumbled under his breath as he continued on to bed.
The End
Angel's Miracle, posted 1-28-13, rated K/G
Characters: Angel/Cordelia
It seemed a day for miracles.
Dark eyes that had seen all kinds of nightmares and miracles alike turned from the window where snow continued to cascade down upon California. He could actually go outside today for there was no sign of sunlight, but he preferred to stay inside. He preferred to stay with her, whose beauty he now gazed again upon as she stared at her computer screen. She was more golden than any sun. He'd seen all kinds of things over the years, but he'd never seen anything more beautiful, or held anything with more cherish, than he held his Cordelia to his heart.
He remembered another time trapped inside himself when his self who knew no limits had dared to catch her scent. As much as he hated him, Angelus had more guts than he'd ever have. But today, with snow falling, seemed to be a day for miracles. Angel dared come closer.
Gathering all his courage to him, he bent and sniffed her hair. Cordy didn't jump; she moved instead just enough to look up at him with a little grin. Both shivered with delight. Angel's dead heart gave a leap of faith. A miracle had happened: she wouldn't run from him.
The End
Angel's Sorrow, posted 12-11-08, rated R/M
Characters: Angel/Cordelia
Only Angel knows how much of a coward he has become.
They said he was strong. They said he was one of the ultimate warriors throughout the world. They cheered him on through every physical battle and believed that he could save the world every time it faced apocalypse. But they didn't know.
They didn't know that he did not even possess the strength to do the one thing he should have done long ago when he lost the only woman he'd ever truly loved. They didn't know he was a coward, safely watching the sun he should embrace in the open from behind protective glass.
They didn't know he was a coward, too afraid to face himself and taking refuge in arms that he had no right to want to hold him. They didn't know he lived a lie, too afraid to let go of the past for fear that it would mean he loved her less and scared to death to embrace the love offered him for fear of what others would think.
They praised him for slaying monsters and saving the world, but they didn't know he didn't have the power to save himself. Spike saved him every night with his gentle caresses and loving touches, and when he lacked the courage to relish in them and truly live again, even if only for a few seconds, he beat him. None but the weakest stole what they perceived to be strength from beating those who loved them. Spike was the only one who still cared more about him than anything else, including his own self, and Angel repaid that love and trust by beating him.
He hung his head. Nothing could have shamed him more, even though he knew that when his growing feelings for Spike again caused him to feel as though he was making less of Cordelia's memory, he would start attacking him all over again. Alone in his office, he let his tears fall as he whispered words he believed his childe would never get to hear for he'd never be brave enough to tell him. "I love you, Spike. Thank you."
{Thank you for loving me, for comforting me, for putting up with me, for being there for me, for understanding, for loving me even if you'll never tell me so.} He cried his misery, his sorrow, his grief, and, most of all, his regret as another Angel looked down upon him in loving compassion and wept from her place in the Heavens.
The End
Attack of the Killer Beans, posted 7-18-06, rated G/K
Characters: Ensemble
WARNING: WARPED JUVENILE BATHROOM HUMOR AHEAD!
The members of Angel Investigations are falling out one by one, but what is the cause?
Guilty eyes glanced up over the rim of the ex-Watcher's glasses as he again stole a moment from studying the manuscripts before him to glance quickly around the room, his heart frozen in fear. They must not know what he was doing for if they did, he would surely never live through what would undoubtedly ensue. Cordelia seemed transfixed by the computer screen before her, and Gunn and Lorne were both buried in books and scrolls. His questing eyes rested on the beautiful vision that was his beloved Fred for a moment. Terror set into him, however, as her lovely face grew pale.
As Fred fell backwards, her chair hitting the floor, all heads in the room snapped up to alert. Both Wesley and Gunn leapt from their chairs and raced as if their own lives depended on their reaching Fred in time. Gunn reached her first, and as he knelt, a foul odor wafted upwards from behind him. The smell hit Wesley's nose as he arrived, and he instantly fainted. Gunn's head jerked towards Wesley as his ex-best friend hit the floor, and he smirked slightly at the knowledge that English had indeed been doing what he had thought.
He sobered swiftly, however, as he turned worriedly back to Fred. "Fred, baby?" Gunn called as he checked her pulse. He breathed a silent sigh of relief as her heartbeat proved to be normal, but he continued gently shaking her and calling to her as he tried to rouse her. "Fred? Come on, Fred. Fred? Come on, baby."
Having witnessed the scene between the trio, Lorne and Cordelia rose to join the others and check on Wesley and Fred, but as Lorne passed Cordy's desk, a disgusting odor hit the Seer's nose. She fell instantly, but by the time her unconscious body hit the floor, Lorne had reached Wesley. Both Lorne's and Gunn's heads snapped towards Cordy's desk, and when they did not see their gorgeous friend, dread settled deeper into their souls at the realization that they were the only two left.
"Man, what's going on!" Gunn wailed as he continued shaking Fred without receiving a response. Lorne shook his head sadly and worriedly, but as he started to answer, another odor passed from him. This time, it wrapped around Gunn's nose, filling his nostrils, and he fell forward.
Even as Gunn's unconscious body slumped over Fred's, the door to the Hyperion opened. Lorne's head jerked towards the newcomer, and he watched as Angel took a few steps into the Hyperion before the scene sank into horrid realization for him. Lorne had thought that the room had stank worse than anything he had ever smelled before, even in Pylea, but somehow, the terrible odor became even worse when Angel entered. "Lorne, what . . . ?" Those were the last words Lorne heard before his red eyes crossed and he, too, fainted.
Angel's eyes were as wide as saucers as he surveyed the room. He saw the unconscious bodies of his friends and, although he could not see her, he knew that the woman he loved more than life itself was unconscious, as well, only hidden by her desk. His brow creased even as fury built within him. Who could have done this! He sniffed the air quickly as he walked further into the room. His superbly expert nose was easily able to identify each scent and separate it from the rest, and he soon realized what had happened. He slowly shook his head in stunned surprise as he mumbled softly, "Well, Fred did ask that I make refried beans to go along with the rest of the meal tonight. I just never thought . . . " He shook his head again, still stunned, even as a cold wind passed through him.
The ghost of Doyle had watched the entire scene play out, knowing fully well what was happening the whole time and struggling to keep from bursting out laughing. As he walked through Angel, he, just like all the rest of Angel Investigations had done before him, passed out, and he could no longer conceal his amusement as one incredibly awful odor even managed to send the infamous ensouled Vampire to his feet. Angel hit the floor, as well, leaving Doyle the only one left standing in the entire hotel.
The End
