AUTHOR: SCORCH (aka JUDI)
SUMMARY: Wolfram and Hart are at it again!
POSTED: 15 Nov 2003
CATEGORY: ADULT HUMOR
CONTENT/PAIRING: C/A, C/AUS
WARNINGS: Explicit Sexual Contents
FICPIC CREDIT: N/A
1) Who thought this would pop into my mind at 4:30 am?! Enjoy!!!
Lilah smiled happily, her new plan to remove Angel’s soul was sure to be a complete success and then some. The red head reclined in her leather chair, sighing in pure satisfaction, dreaming about the wonderful bonuses she would get from this. Yes, she had to give it to herself, this plan was definitely a beauty. Sometimes, she amazed herself!
“Ms. Morgan?” the intercom on her desk buzzed with the voice of her secretary.
“Yes?” she replied, running manicured fingers through her perfectly groomed red hair knowing the strands would settle as if undisturbed.
“Your 10:00 is here”
“Send him right in Gillian” the lawyer purred, this was gonna be great. Hell, even if it didn’t work out as good as she thought it, there was bound to be some sparks flying and that was always worth it!
Angel sat down, enjoying the rare moments of peace and quiet in the hotel and let himself relax for a change. He peered through the window over to Cordelia’s empty desk, wondering how long took for a girl to brush her hair and wishing she’d get back to her desk quickly. Not that he had been watching her of course; he hadn’t noticed when she reapplied her lipstick in her little glittery compact. He hadn’t noticed as she smudged it with a delectable fingertip and he certainly hadn’t noticed the way she’d secretly adjusted her bra either.
“You might not have, but I did. Did you see the shape? I bet they’re softer than they look and I bet she tastes like wild cherries… Oh yeah, gimme some of that cherry pie baby, I’m one hungry demon!”
Pointedly ignoring the crude comment whispered in the back of his mind, Angel cleared his throat and looked around at his own desk, searching for something to read until Cordelia got back. “I know you still have that Karma Sutra book. Read that and make us both happy!”
“Hello?” the man’s shaky greeting brought Angel out of his thoughts and he got out if his chair to welcome their possible new client. Opening the office door, the vampire saw a little man with a balding head and slate grey eyes standing there looking around nervously.
“Welcome to Angel investigations. I’m Angel” Angel acknowledged with a warm smile trying to put the visibly shaken man at ease. “What can we do for you?”
“Would it kill you to put an ‘Us’ at the end of that? It’s like I don’t exist anymore”
Giving the vampire opposite him a shaky and worried smile, the man held his hand out for him to shake. “Good afternoon, Timothy Rex but please call me Tim” came the polite introduction. “I hear you specialise in paranormal activity” he stated, looking around the empty lobby for signs of other people. The vampire seemed to be regarding him pitifully, his brown eyes tried to hide a certain mockery at his ignorance of the unnatural. Standing slightly defensively, Angel had his arms crossed over his chest and waited patiently for his attention to focus on the matter.
Nodding matter-of-factly, “That we do” the vampire replied “What seems to be the problem? Vampires? Demons? Haunting?” those were some of the more usual cases they had and he wouldn’t be surprised if his problem consisted of one of them.
“A haunting” the man replied, relieved at being believed “You’ll have to forgive me but I don’t really believe in all of this” Angel nodded understandingly, most people usually didn’t. “But the things that have been happening in my new home can’t be explained by any other means”
Angel pointed in the direction to his office, “Why don’t you come with me and you can give me the details. Normally, my secretary would be taking your preliminary report but she seems to be occupied powdering her nose”
“Either that or she’s in there playing with her little cherry pie! Why don’t you join her and I can show her how to eat pie properly?!”
“Women!” the man stated and got a knowing smile from the vampire in response. After getting settled in the office, Angel grabbed a hold of a notepad and pen, making a gesture for the man to go ahead with the details of his suspected haunting. “Well I just moved into my new home three months ago” he began the explanation and raised his slate grey eyes to lock with the vampire’s dark brown ones.
Gently rocking his elfin-shaped form side to side, Timothy enthralled Angel easily, drawing him in under a tide of silent spells. Slate grey eyes turning to their natural demonic orange, the vampire found he couldn’t tear gaze away from his. The orange was glowed like a deeply burning sun with a jet-black centre that seemed swirl.
Angel began to feel strangely sleepy, he wasn’t sure if it was just the low boring monotone Timothy spoke in or if he genuinely didn’t have enough sleep. Struggling to keep his eyes open and on their new client, he continued to look into those slate grey eyes that were slowly drawing him.
“You look sleepy” Timothy spoke, his voice gently changing into a light melodious soothing sound that reminded Angel of tinkling bells. Seeing him struggling to keep his eyes open, the demon continued to talk hypnotically. “Are you sleepy?” he asked in a quiet voice.
“Mmm?” he felt like he was floating, the tips of his fingers tickled and he felt so peaceful. Maybe a small nap wouldn’t hurt…
Timothy smirked in triumph, it was the first time he’d ever hypnotised a vampire before and it had worked a treat. The name Ms. Morgan had instructed him to use came immediately to mind and he spoke, finishing what he had been paid to do. “Whenever Cordelia Chase says the word ‘Demon’ you will become uncontrollably sexual towards her”
“Whenever Cordelia Chase says the word ‘Demon’ I will become uncontrollably sexual towards her” the sleeping vampire repeated unknowingly.
“When you wake up, you will be refreshed, invigorated and you will have forgotten I was even here” Timothy ended the conversation with that and stood, waiting only for Angel to repeat those words back to him.
“When I wake up, I will be refreshed, invigorated and I will have forgotten you were ever here”
Cordelia returned from the bathroom a short time later having fixed the blackcurrant stain on her new top before it set for all eternity. It was a good thing Angel had never seen her spill juice down herself, he’d never let her live it down otherwise. The lobby seemed quiet without Wesley and Gunn around, it felt ghostly and boring as the only person there to tease was Angel.
Blowing a strand of hair off her face, the seer happily trotted back to her desk and peeked through the window of the vampire’s office to see him asleep at his desk. His face looked so peaceful and sweet, like butter wouldn’t melt; his cheek was nestled softly on a pad of paper with a tiny blissful smile lifting the corners of his mouth.
“Aww!” Cordelia cooed softly, tilting her head to one side and absorbed just how cute he looked sleeping on his desk. A silly little smile flittered across her glossy lips as she tiptoed into the office so as not to disturb him. If he was asleep during the day then he mustn’t have had a very good night’s rest, a small lump formed in her throat as she imagined what his nightmares must consist of.
Deciding she couldn’t let him sleep on his desk, Cordelia shook his shoulders gently marvelling at how solid the muscles were. Her hand softly squeezed his shoulder, feeling the strength through his thick black sweatshirt. “Angel, wake up Broody. Go to bed” she shook him a little harder, trying to rouse him from his sleep.
“Mmm” Angel hummed, letting the softly sweet voice of his seer pull him out of dreamland back into reality. Flickering his eyes slowly open, he blinked against the natural light invading the peaceful darkness of sleep. Slowly sitting up, he stretched his arms and yawned, “I didn’t mean to fall asleep” he sent Cordelia a small smile, “I don’t feel tired”
Actually, he felt just the opposite. He felt wide awake, really refreshed and felt like he had enough energy to make Cordelia look miserable. Rolling his neck to shift the small crick off the uncomfortable position he’d been in, “I feel fine” he told her, standing up. Angel cracked his knuckles and stretched his body out like a cat, “I think I might go train for a while. Get rid of some of this energy”
Dismissing his sudden revival, Cordelia shook her head and watched as the vampire almost jogged out of his office. “Must be a vampire thing” she muttered to herself before returning to her desk.
“We’re back with good tidings” Gunn bellowed as he trundled into the lobby holding up two boxes of donuts, one in each hand. He was soon followed by Wesley who kept sending glares of disdain in the direction of the young man in front of him. One of these days, Gunn’s low hanging jeans were going to fall off and that music he listened too was simply outrageous.
“And burst eardrums” the Englishman added quickly, walking past Gunn and ignoring the retort that followed hot on the heels of his own remark. Looking at the brunette, who was drooling openly at the smell of the pastries in the boxes “Have there been any clients?”
Shaking her head in denial, she got out of her chair and headed straight for the donuts, “Get jelly?” she asked snatching a box and delving into it without waiting for Gunn to answer.
“No Wesley, there haven’t any walk-in clients or phone calls” Wesley answered himself, continually looking at Cordelia. He pushed his glasses up on his nose, peering around for the missing member of their little team. “Where’s Angel?” he asked “I picked up a new book he may have some interest in”
Cordelia chewed the mouthful of pastry as quickly as she could, pointing in the direction of the basement. “Down there, training his unlife away is what he said he was going to do” turning her back on him, the movement caught her skirt to float slightly around the tops of her thighs and made Angel’s eyes go there instantly. “No he isn’t training his life away anymore, his hearing picked up on your book mentioning and he ran right up here to join your little two-man book club!”
“See what she thinks of you Luke Soulwalker? A bookworm with the same interests as Wussly. The shame you bring on me is unspeakable”
“We do not have a book club” Wesley responded with a stern glance at her, “We merely enjoy reading something that holds a little more substance than some glossy magazine”
“Like Maxim, FHM and my personal favourite Playboy. I did enjoy that one issue of Readers Wives though…!”
“Like what?” Gunn spoke up in a snort of disbelief, “National Demonography or the she-demon calendar?!” he and Cordelia shared smirks at both Wesley and Angel’s stony glares.
The brunette stifled her laugh “More like the voted winner of demon of the year award” no sooner than those words left her mouth Angel staring at Cordelia as though she was the dessert at an all-you-can-eat human buffet. A low growl directed everyone’s attention to him, thinking he had taken her playful teasing as a serious insult.
Angel’s eyes grew wide before darkening to near black with undisguised desire and his body tensed all over. A sudden charge of electrical craving shot through his body, making him buzz with sheer undulated desire for her. Sure he desired her anyway, but never ever like this. His lips pursed out as he expelled a blow of air, a classically male way of showing a girl he wanted her body.
His tongue darted out of his mouth to wet his suddenly dry lips as he couldn’t stop himself from sauntering over to a startled Cordelia. All he could think of was how hot she had gotten him and what he was going to do too her when he got his hands on that body of hers.
Her hair was shining softly, the sparkle matching the hazelnut fire in her pretty eyes and that little smile on those lips. Angel growled again, his lip twitching up at the corners of his mouth as he literally undressed her with his burning gaze. Those legs of hers were sublimely shaped; the soft curve of her calves led the way up to toned thighs that arched gently into a firm, tight ass.
“Satan be damned to high heaven, I want that bitch and I want that bitch NOW”
“Angel, I was just teasing” Cordelia told him, backing away from that look in his eyes. She had never seen anyone look at her that way before and it was down right scary, it was the same look he got when he had just kicked some serious demon ass. She could feel the waves of anticipation flowing heavily off of him and she wasn’t sure if she liked the fact those waves were flowing her way. Wesley and Gunn just watched in open-mouthed surprise as Angel continued to back her up against her desk.
“You like teasing me honey?” he purred, leaning down towards those luscious lips holding his own mere inches from hers. He was almost salivating at his close proximity to her, “Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to tease a vampire?” he didn’t know why, but referring to himself as a demon was making him incredibly horny. “You might get bitten” within an instant, his eyes were drawn to the now hammering pulse in her throat. His eyes nearly crossed at the imaginary feeling of her luscious, orgasm-filled blood trickling hotly down his throat.
“Bite her fuck her. Fuck her bite her. I don’t care which order you do them in but do them NOW”
Bending her back away from his touch Cordelia sent a silent plea for help towards a stunned Gunn and Wesley. “What the hell are you thinking?” she yelled at him in horror, her eyes were saucer wide and though her breathing had increased somewhat, it was all in shock and not desire. “Angel get off of me you jackass” the words were hissed in anger but sadly that angered response had the entirely wrong effect on him.
“I’d like to get off in you baby” his words, not quiet, echoed throughout the lobby causing Wesley to blush ten shades of purple and Gunn to stand there both silently cheering Angel on and being half worried for Cordelia. “Would I not like to get off in you”
“Oh my God” words came out in a seemingly distant voice, “You did not just say that, I know you didn’t because I never heard you. Don’t just stand there!” Cordelia yelled to the equally stunned men. “He’s gone insane and lost his soul. This isn’t Angel, this is his inner evil demon!”
Angel’s arousal increased ten fold, with a loud groan he smashed his lips down on hers muffling her cries for help. His arms wrapped around her, immobilising and preventing her from escaping. Like he cared if they had an audience, like he cared if that audience were the people he worked with and like he cared if this could end up very bad.
Slicing his tongue through her shock-parted lips, Angel moaned loudly against her mouth sending little vibrating pulses that made her lips tingle. Cordelia’s eyes went large before fluttering dazedly as she couldn’t help but succumb to his demanding kiss. The vampire pulled her harshly against his harder body, letting her know just how she was making him react and rocked his painfully hard erection into the cradle of her thighs.
“Damn!” Gunn let out not being able to tear his eyes away from the soft core porn show Angel had decided to put on. “That’s one hungry muther!” he commented to Wesley before shrugging. “Well, this is one thing I know I ain’t needed for. Later English”
Wesley found himself left alone to deal with his family, obviously he knew about Angel’s curse and knew what would happen if he ever lost it. Grimacing at the task before him, the Englishman braced himself for a possible show of violence from the vampire. “Angel. Cordelia. Stop that right this instant” he yelled weakly, not bothering to move to where the vampire now had Cordelia practically on the desktop.
Angel’s powerful thigh curled over her hip, leaning her further onto the desk while one of his arms cushioned the most sensitive part of her spine from the hard wood. His mouth never left hers for a second, following up each oral massage with a touch fuelled with more fire than the last. The brunette’s hands dug into his shoulders, hitting him lightly and trying to get his attention. She was running out of air and fast!
Wesley sucked in another breath and forced himself to march forward; his hands curled around the vampire’s sweater collar and, using all his strength, yanked him away from the girl trapped under his body. Ignoring Angel’s warning, annoyed and possessive growl, he carried on with deep seated intent of getting this out of them. “What the bloody hell has gotten into the pair of you?” he demanded hotly, pushing up his glasses and staring determinedly at the lusting vampire.
Cordelia was speechless, her lips felt like they were on as much fire as her oxygen depraved lungs. She vaguely heard Wesley ask something but she couldn’t be sure, all she was sure of was that she had just been half attacked by Angel on her desk. If it had been anyone else, she would have torn their balls off by now, but seeing how it was Angel then something must be wrong. She was brunette, not a blonde. “What?” she whispered through burning lips, her glazed eyes focusing on Angel who was still staring at her with a smirk on his lips.
“I said what the bloody hell has gotten into the pair of you?” Wesley repeated, “I go out for no less than a few hours and I come back to find you two cavorting in our place of business. Forgive me if I seem a little confused but when I left, you two were not engaging in sexual activity. The sexual activity, I might add, that could very well unleash Angelus” he exasperated to get his point across to them.
Blue eyes stared long and hard at her through glasses, causing Cordelia to feel like she was being reprimanded by her fourth grade school teacher. “We’re not a couple Wes, and as for what the hell happened just there. Well, I’d like to know just as much as you” her now angrily flashing eyes turned from Wesley to Angel who seemed to be recovering somewhat from his unreasonable show of indecent affection. “Well?” she demanded of the vampire, her finger tapping against the wooden top of the desk impatiently.
“Um, I don’t know” realising he had literally attacked his seer on her desk. One minute he’d been respectfully admiring her and the next he had her pinned on her workspace. As if on realising he was still evidently hard, Angel instantly crossed his legs and blushed as much as a vampire could. “I think I’m gonna go train some more” with that, he literally ran for the cover of the basement, leaving Wesley staring after him in shock and Cordelia looking dazed, angry and purely shocked.
“Did I say something?” she asked the ex-watcher.
Scratching his head in confusion, Angel wondered where his harsh sexual urges had suddenly come from and why they had suddenly disappeared. One minute he had no control over his hormones and the instant Wesley had interfered, it was like a wet blanket had been used on him, extinguishing most of his sexual appetite. Now he was in the safety of the basement, listening to the confused voice of the seer he had attacked.
“How the hell was I supposed to know Angel would go all caveman?” Cordelia snapped to the ex-Watcher defensively. The vampire could hear her pacing back and forth, tiny little click-clacks made by her heels allowing him to pinpoint her exact location upstairs.
Angel could almost hear Wesley’s disbelieving look, “I’m not expected to believe that surely?” he returned to the young brunette, again Angel could see the dramatic small hand gestures he would be making. “Don’t think that I haven’t witnessed those sly, little glances you two share. I knew something had been going on and far be it from me to tell you that office romances are an exceptionally bad idea”
Who the hell was Wesley to say whether he and Cordelia should or should not have an office romance?
“That’s right he can’t so why don’t you go up there and tell him that to his face?… Right before you smash it in… Don’t condemn me, violent thoughts are the only things keeping me sane since you took up residence in my body”
“We do not share sly, little glances and I am not having an inter-office affair with Angel!” Cordelia yelled out, making Angel picture her having her hands on her hips and her war-stopping death glare directed at someone other than him for a change. He counted down from five and before he reached three, her foot-tapping had begun and Angel almost pitied the man facing her.
“Hey, I could always live out my love for torture through my girl Friday. I wonder why I never thought of that before”
“Then please explain to me what exactly that was!” Wesley yelled back, “Because it certainly wasn’t a boss-secretary interaction from where I was standing. You and Angel were practically having intercourse on your desk!”
“Practically being the operative word”
A high-pitched “Aurgh!” pierced the few moment’s silence, “I was not having sex on my desk! I’ll have you know I would never have sex on my desk”
“Of course you won’t, it’ll be my desk that you’ll have sex on. I could get into the boss-sexretary game. Geddit? Sexretary?!”
“And anyway, Angel attacked me” Cordelia sniped out, “Not the other way around so if you wanna know what happened, then you just take your little English self and ask the Scourge of Gropeage”
“Why didn’t I think of that title?”
“Fine” Wesley replied in a calm and dry tone, Angel saw his glasses being pushed up on the bridge of his nose and his shirt sleeves being rolled up a little. “I will do just that, I will not wait around for Angelus to turn up and kill us all”
“Why does everyone always think I’ll kill them? I’ve done good things in my time too, there was that time in London… No wait, she did die… I killed Jack the Ripper but that was all his fault. He got to that pro before I did so he deserved to die…”
“Er hello!” Cordelia exclaimed as though the ex-watcher was stupid, “Do you think I wanna see the Sunnydale sequel Angelus-Strikes-Back?”
“I like the sound of that, though she could have made it sound a little cooler like Angelus Becomes Satan”
“I don’t know Cordelia” Wesley groused out, “It certainly didn’t look like you were trying firm prevention methods of removing Angel from yourself” Angel pictured the ex-watcher’s blue eyes narrowing in suspicion and his head tilting to one side. “Or maybe you’re not Cordelia at all” his voice instantly held suspicion, “Maybe you’re a shape-shifting demon sent to take Angel’s soul by instilling a moment of happiness”
“YES YES YES… La-La-La-La! No Soul! No Soul… Damn it hasn’t happened yet…Not that I’m desperate to get rid of you or anything… Oh and you like me???”
“I am Cordelia Chase and how dare you accuse me of being a sleezy shape-shifting demon after Angel’s soul?!” Cordelia yelled, her face flushing with a pink hue in outrage of her so-called friend’s accusations towards her.
The basement door was instantly flung open, Angel’s darkening and furiously lustful gaze swept across Cordelia’s tense posture and zeroed in on his prey. The noise of the basement door made both the seer and Wesley jump at the sudden interruption to their conversation. “God Angel, could you possibly make anymore noise?” the brunette barked out as she clutched her now wildly beating heart in her chest.
“Just call me God!” Angel growled out, totally ignoring Wesley as he sauntered directly towards Cordelia, intent on getting what he wanted this time without being interrupted. Her hazel eyes widened when the look in his eyes finally caught up with her, making her wave her hands and back away from him quickly.
“Oh no you don’t mister. There will be no more groping of Cordelia!” Cordelia told him in a firm but scared voice, her lips were parted with shock, surprise and the haunting feel of his lips as he crushed them against hers. Taking another step away from the vampire, she shot a ‘help me’ glare towards Wesley who watched with a gaze that branded her a liar.
“There’s nothing going on between Angel and I, Wesley” he mimicked in a bad, perky American accent and slammed his hands onto his hips. “Like bloody hell there isn’t!”
“There is something going on between me and my sexretary” Angel purred at him, all the while keeping his eyes locked onto his target and tracking her every move. His tongue dipped out of his mouth, wetting his lips suggestively “What’s going on is that I’m gonna drag her to my bedroom by her hair because she’s mine!”
“Pant… Pant… Howls at moon… Woof Woof!”
Seeing the look on face change from simple lust into what looked like a dangerous animal, Cordelia scuttled a few steps to the right with the thought of running away to somewhere he would never find her! “Not yours” she countered in panic, “Buffy yours, you Buffy’s” she yelped at him, only barely managing to dodge out the way of his grasp. “EEEK Wes! Don’t just stand there do something before he-he…”
“Angel stop it right this instant!” Wesley hollered at the vampire currently stalking the seer around the lobby. He was too stunned to be able to do much else apart from yell out warnings, Angel was acting like he was in heat or… “Oh dear Lord” maybe it was Cordelia in heat; now that he had made himself go ten shades of red the Englishman once again sucked up his courage and made a move to intercept his boss.
Ignoring Wesley and his words, Angel let his onyx eyes openly wander Cordelia’s clothed body, nodding his head in appreciation and rubbing his hands together in glee. “Come on baby, come to daddy!”
“Heh Heh Heh You are young but you are learning my boy. Now get that horny bitch upstairs because if I don’t get some of that ass I will make your existence a misery”
Her jaw hit the floor, her eyes turned into wide, black saucers with a hazel corona and she started physically shaking. Cordelia backed away more from Angel, her hands held up in front of her like a shield and her head rapidly shook from side to side, making her hair fly all around her face. “You-you just stay where you are mister” she gabbled “Come any closer and I’ll stake you I swear to God I’ll stake you!”
“How ‘bout I stake you baby? God knows I wanna!” Angel purred lazily, dismissing her warning as nothing more than her way of playing hard-to-get. “You don’t have to play hard-to-get with me honey but if you wanna make me chase you I won’t mind.” Years of being a predator made it relatively easy for him to direct her movements until she had nowhere to run and no way to escape. “But I don’t wanna play kiss-chase just yet, I just wanna play”
Realising for the first time Angel had backed her into a corner, Cordelia found her brain take off on vacation and her words to lodge at the back of her throat. “WESLEY!” she screamed as loud as she could, cowering into the corner he had walked her into, “He wants to play!”
Shaking himself out of his shock, Wesley rushed to where Angel had her hugging the wall. Just as his hand reached out to make contact with the vampire’s arm, the Englishman found himself staring into a warning-filled ochre gaze and a low warning-filled growl. “Back off, get your own sexretary! This one’s mine, I saw her first”
“No you didn’t” Cordelia yelled in horrified shock, “I saw me first, I’m mine. You can have Wesley!” she pointed to the startled and slightly afraid ex-watcher who was staring at Angel with a mix of defiance and uncertainty.
Standing his ground, Wesley took hold of the vampire’s arm regardless “I will not allow you to-to frighten Cordelia like this Angel” he said firmly. “I have no idea what the bloody hell has gotten into you today but you had better snap out of it”
Angel looked down at the hand on his arm then looked at Cordelia blending in with the wallpaper and looked back at Wesley. “If I snap anything Wes, it’ll be the hand you have on my arm” he growled lowly, “You’re interrupting me and my sexretery!”
“Will you just stop calling me your sexretary? I am not your sexretary, I am your seer” she yelled, bringing her arms up to hide her breasts from his gaze. “Vision Girl!” she yelped in panic, “That’s me, your Vi-si-on Gi-rl!”
“Yes, you are my girl aren’t you?” Angel purred, easily shaking off Wesley’s hold on his arm and reaching out to unwrap Cordelia’s arms from her chest. Instantly, his dark gaze caressed the swell of her breasts, his hungry gaze tracing the outline of her cleavage and swept to where her dusky peeks were concealed. “And what a girl you are… C’mere!”
Wesley could only stand there and watch as his boss yanked his secretary into a crushing and highly sexual embrace. He subconsciously averted his blue eyes away from the scene going on right on in front of him while he tried to figure out a way to get Cordelia out of it.
Angel ran his tasting mouth across the dewy skin of the apple of Cordelia’s cheek, gliding down until he felt the insistent thump-thump-thumping of her pulse beating rapidly against his lips. His hands smoothed up her thighs and with a feather-light touch, he raised her skirt so he could wrap his hands firmly around the naked, hot skin. “Wes, go home”
“Angel get your grabby paws off of me!” Cordelia squeaked, trying to push his hands from around the upper half of her legs, wiggling and squirming against his body all the while trying ignore the reaction that wiggling and squirming was causing. “Wesley don’t just stand there watching, DO SOMETHING!”
“He is doing something” the vampire mumbled into the part of her throat he was now licking lovingly, “He’s going home, aren’tcha Wes?” the ex-watcher didn’t miss the underlying threatening tone and the tensing posture the vampire was now sporting.
“Stop talking and kill him so I can get down to some serious fucking”
Angel nudged her face towards his and smothered his mouth over hers, his tongue whisked around the inside of the warm cavern, tasting the fruity sweets she’d consumed. Manipulating her pliant lips with his harder, steelier ones the vampire curled his cool tongue under the warmer one until he had complete dominance over her. With a loud groan, he crushed her softer body up against his and his hands roamed down her sides, slipping round to openly and shamelessly cup her ass firmly.
Cordelia’s already saucer-wide eyes went completely black as the dilated pupils totally swallowed the remnants of the hazel corona. Her hands gripped his shoulders, trying, and failing, to push him away from her. As his firm hold on her ass decreased into soft massaging movements, she began to relax and melt into his figure. “Um” the small gasp was devoured by Angel as he tilted her face up and deepened the kiss; pleased she had given in to his dominance.
Wesley stood feeling like a guppy, his jaw opening and closing as he could do nothing more than stand by and watch as Angel attacked Cordelia. All though at this moment in time, attacked seemed like the wrong word. Gathering every single ounce of sense he had, the ex-watcher cast it to one side and moved, praying the vampire wasn’t serious about his underlying threat.
Angel scooped an unresisting Cordelia up, his hands bruising the skin on her thighs, and locked her legs tightly around his waist. Removing his breathless mouth from hers the vampire trailed moist kisses, hot and cold at the same time, down her vibrating pulse. The seer’s hands remained loosely on his shoulders only squeezing desperately when she felt the solid state of his arousal directly between her thighs.
His large hand trailed an invisible path up the outer side of her calf, creating ticklish sensations that made her skin flush out in goose pimples. Strong but caring fingertips swept over the toned feminine muscle like a cool breeze and dipped between her legs, intent on his destination. Cordelia’s closing eyes shot open when she felt Angel cup her right there, stroking her shamelessly through the cotton thong.
“Mmmm baby” Angel purred, his words slightly muffled by the throat, a smirk flickered over his lips when he felt the hot arousing liquid making the cotton cling like a second skin to her femininity. Tracing his fingers gently at first over the contours that gave him a vivid image of how she would look there.
Wesley was unprepared for the scene as he walked out of the kitchen with a small pale of cold water. Stopping dead in his tracks, he saw Angel pinning Cordelia to the wall, her legs around his waist and his hand moving under her skirt. He went numb and played on ignorance as he marched forward determinedly, every intention to stop this before anything bad happened.
Blinking hard and rapidly, Angel found himself soaking wet with Cordelia wrapped around him like a hot blanket and his hand… “Oh…!” instantly, the harsh urges seem to have worn off as Wesley interfered with the water. Sheepishly, he disentangled the also soaking wet brunette from his hold and set her down on her feet with a quiet click from her heels.
“I don’t know what came over me” Angel babbled out, slowly backing away from the secretary he had attacked for the second time that day for no reason he could think of. The only thing he could put it down too was his demon’s constant sexual frustration getting the better of his usual control.
“Oh that’s right, blame the demon. Not like it has anything at all to do with your own hard-on for her”
Making a snappish decision, Wesley glanced at a glassy-eyed Cordelia staring at Angel “Maybe you should go home for the rest of the day” he ordered rather than suggested, “While I look into a few hypotheses”
Growing uncomfortable around the slightly smiling, glassy eyed and dewy skinned face of Cordelia, Angel shuffled nervously and tugged his jumper down a little. Though he had no idea what had caused him to maul her, he couldn’t stop the burst of male pride that he had given her glassy eyes. “I might just…” he nudged his head towards the stairs and his bedroom.
“Yeah” Cordelia responded, knowing somewhere that she was going to be pissed when the shock wore off. “And I’ll just…” she didn’t nudge her head in any direction.
“Good” Wesley lowered the empty pale, he watched them both like a hawk as they parted ways; Angel walking towards the stairs shaking the water out of his sweatshirt and Cordelia walking towards the main entrance, not caring about the water. His defensive posture immediately relaxed with relief when two opening and closing sounds echoed throughout. “Now to see if vampires could possibly go into heat.”
Two days after Wesley had sent Cordelia home to keep her away from Angel and his sudden need for sexual confrontations with her while he researched it, he deemed it now safe for her to come back to work. Over the past two days, the vampire had been fine with no unexplainable bouts of unrestrained sexual actions so whatever it was seemed to have disappeared.
Things had been quieter than usual for them lately, no vision calls from Cordelia and not many walk-in clients had turned up on their doorstep with hounds from hell hot on their heels. Wesley had taken the time to research deeply into vampire behaviour, looking for some sort of explanation for Angel’s wayward behaviour towards the seer.
Having found nothing that gave answers, the ex watcher had decided to put it down to a temporary lax in his control. That theory had been confirmed when Angel and himself had cleaned out a small demon nest in Mrs. Hudson’s back yard, the vampire had expressed not even the slightest sign he was on the verge of any sexual behaviour.
Wesley felt sure it was safe enough to allow Cordelia to return too work, seeing no reason to fear another outburst of sexual conduct from Angel.
As if on cue the glass doors opened, Wesley raised his nose from the closed book he’d read thousands of times to set his gaze on the understandably timid brunette. “Ah, good morning Cordy” he greeted warmly and politely, “How are you?”
“I’m fine Wes” the seer replied brightly, all the while scanning the lobby for the vampire “Where’s Angel? Still in bed?” noticing the coast was clear, her timid disposition faded and she trotted over to join the Englishman sitting at her desk. Her heels made a loud click-clacking sound on the uncarpeted floor, unaware the noise alerted Angel to her presence.
“I believe he is so don’t worry” he assured her, closing the heavy book Wesley got out of her chair to allow her to sit down in the usual place.
“Oh I’m not worried” Cordelia told him somewhat honestly with a large smile and wave of her well-manicured hand, it was a fact she wasn’t worried. Petrified was more like it! Using one hand to brush her hair away from her flushing face as her gaze landed on the corner he’d pinned her into. Flashing memories where Angel had her against the wall, fully intent on not stopping until he’d gotten what he wanted. “Well time to do some work I guess” another large smile detracted from her slightly flushing face.
Wesley responded with a simple encouraging nod and he turned back to the book on vampire behaviour.
When he heard the click-clacking of her heels announce her arrival, Angel cringed in shame as he recalled his sexual conduct with an ease he wasn’t comfortable with. He didn’t dare go down there to face her, she’d probably kick his vampiric ass all the way back to hell.
“Will you please stop throwing hell in my face? I made a mistake, sue me”
With a groan, Angel hid his face in his hands and couldn’t help himself when he started to concentrate on the faint but tantalising female aroma floating up from downstairs. The sweet scent of her citrus fruit perfume made his mouth water and the haunting taste of her breath on his tongue made him hard. Every time he closed his eyes his brain was assaulted with images of his body pinning her to the wall and the scent of female arousal that had both intoxicated him and burned his fingertips as he touched her.
Her panties had tightly hugged the soft, delicate contours of her sex, his fingertips had brushed lightly over her and she’d reacted instantly. Wet heat made the cotton cling to the feminine flesh and through touch, had given him a teasing visual of how delicious the transparent material would look.
“And you had to let Wussly ruin it”
The ever-present voice in the back of his mind shook Angel from his thoughts and he removed his hands from over his face with another frustrated groan. “I have to talk to Cordy” he decided firmly with a matching nod “I need to apologise for my behaviour”
How could he apologise for doing what he secretly wanted to do? She’d know in a second if he wasn’t being sincere and then he’d get his ass kicked. With a petulant scowl, Angel forced his body out of the chair he’d sat in for hours and winced when his back bone popped loudly. “I should buy her some flowers to show her I mean it when I say I’m sorry” it was one option.
“An apologising screw would work for me”
Once again, Angel shook off his demon’s whisperings and used years of practice to swallow the desire-induced lump in his throat. If he gave in to his cravings, then the world would be at risk from his soulless self and he wouldn’t allow that to happen.
“Shut up!” Angel finally growled at the voice in his head, threading his fingers through his miraculously un-gelled dark brown spikes and tugged in a show that he was losing what few marbles he had left. “I’m going to apologise to her”
“And then suffer from a sore wrist for the next three days due to over-use? You could at least invest in a camera for her bedroom and bathroom. Admit it, that would be better than any porno!”
Marching determinedly over to his bedroom door, Angel seized tight hold of the handle and yanked the door wide open. “I’m going to apologise” he repeated and stood still.
“Of course you are!”
It took all his willpower not to go back into his bedroom where he could relieve the pressure making his balls ache. Forcing his body to move, Angel kept his face free of expressions and his mouth in a thin, tight line as he walked in controlled footsteps towards the stairs.
Licking her fingers of the donut sugar coating, Cordelia placed her half eaten pastry down on top of her coffee cup and began routing through some invoices ready to be posted to their clients. “Urgh! Why did I ever think it was a good idea to start up a detective agency? Next time I decide to have a good idea somebody please shoot me” she grumbled to herself.
“Yuck!” the seer’s face scrunched up as she left sugary fingerprints all over the invoices, her hands were getting sticky and the paper was clinging to her skin. Cordelia waved her hand around to try dislodging the paper without bring her sugar-coating free hand into the sticky mess. “I’ll just put a note in apologising for the prints”
Angel glanced round the corner of the stairs, watching as the brunette fought with the paper and a hint of amusement brightened up his face, creating an expression on his face. Pale pink lips curled up at the corners as Cordelia frantically shook her hand and looking around to see if there was anyone around to witness her wiping her hand on her clothes.
She looked so pretty just then, not drop dead gorgeous but pretty in a really cute kind of way. Her button shaped nose was scrunched up in frustration, her lips were pursed inwards and her cheeks were puffed up with held breath. Hazel eyes were narrowed into dangerous slits, glaring at both her offending sugary donut and the paper that refused to leave her alone. Chestnut strands flopped haphazardly across her forehead and dipping into her eyes.
He’d be lying if he said he didn’t want her as more than a friend, but since he knew that was an impossibility he’d be content to have her as his friend. Clearing his throat timidly, Angel announced his presence in the lobby causing her to turn those sparkling hazel eyes on him.
“Hi” the vampire spoke nervously as he edged his way over to her, unsure of what she would do or say to him after his behaviour the other day.
Cordelia felt herself tense, though she’d been waiting for a confrontation with him all her preparing hadn’t prepared her as much as she’d thought. “You’re finally up” it was a good thing she was an expert at hiding nervousness or else she’d be a quivering wreck by now. “Don’t” she raised a silencing hand when Angel opened his mouth to no doubt apologise.
Angel wisely closed his mouth and respectfully waited for her to continue.
“I don’t wanna know why you got all grab-happy and more importantly, I don’t care” she stated, her throaty voice full of authority. Lowering her hand to rest it on the arm of her chair, “Just don’t ever call me that word again and we’ll be good. But you are and will make it up to me buster”
“Honey, I’m already up just say when you want it!”
Having been effectively put in his place by a few words, Angel nodded and forced himself to smile down at his seer. The smile was strained and formed slowly, he may have deserved to be put in place but that didn’t mean he had to like it. The way Cordelia had spoke made it sound as though she didn’t care what had happened between them and that really got under his skin.
Angel wanted her to care that he’d wanted her badly enough to pin her luscious, lithe body to the wall fully prepared to damn the consequences and just take what he wanted. Cordelia should care that he wanted her. He wanted her to care and maybe want him a little in return.
There was no sign of any kind of caring on that sweet face of hers, his seer just sat there in blissful ignorance to how he was feeling. And she called him insensitive. Cordelia was the one who started this with him, with the short skirts and the high heels that heightened those shapely legs. Tops so tight that the fluffy material skimmed dusky pebbled nipples hidden beneath a silky bra hidden in turn by a sweater with a low neckline.
Never a day went by when Angel wasn’t subjected to a tantalising glimpse of his seer’s plump cleavage. The swell of her breasts glimmered bronze under the light, flawlessly perfect and completely natural. He could almost feel the soft skin cushioning the roughened skin of his palms as he teased those dusky pebbled peaks with his cool, moist tongue…
With a quiet growl, Angel shook those hardening thoughts away and wondered how he was going to deal with this situation involving Cordelia and his fantasizing.
“There’s a simple answer you moron, open your mouth and use your vocal chords to say the following words… ‘Cordy, get your tight ass upstairs, get naked and get prepared to be fucked senseless”
That last thought worried the vampire, it came from him and not his demon, who seemed to be smirking victoriously in the background of his mind at the way the soul had been manipulated into his way of thinking.
“I don’t suppose there’s a chance for dinner?” Cordelia went from putting him in place to asking him to cook her dinner and bringing Angel out of his thoughts. Bronzed lips treated the vampire to a pretty smile and the seer clasped her hands together in a prayer hold.
“I wouldn’t mind having you for dinner babe, I ain’t talking about your blood either!”
“Scrambled eggs and toast?” Angel asked with a relieved smile, he knew he’d gotten off lightly and would be eternally grateful for it. When she acted like that it was easy for him to ignore the unrelenting tightness in his pants…
The working day slowly drew to a close as did any remaining tension between Cordelia and Angel as they both silently agreed to put his actions behind them and continue with their friendship. As usual, Wesley sat in Angel’s old office and took the opportunity to read one of the vampire’s books.
With a yawn, the ex watcher finally closed the demonology book he’d been immersed in for the past few hours and sat back in his chair. Blue eyes roamed his friends questioningly, “I don’t suppose either of you feel like joining me for a nice night out at a local restaurant?” they had had a slow day, he was bored out of his brains and a decent slap-up meal would be more than welcome after living off pastries for most of the day.
Angel’s gaze immediately travelled to his seer and smiled a little when her face brightened up and her mouth curled up in a brilliant smile. “A night out would relieve the boredom of today” the vampire mused as he leaned his chin on entwined fingers, flickering his deeply timbre orbs back to Wesley.
“We could make a night of it” Cordelia suggested, she could really go for a night of dinner and dancing just to blow off some steam. Today had been the most boring day since they had started the business ages ago, despite not having any vision headaches she missed the action and the inevitable patching up of Angel. “Dinner followed by invading a hot down town club…” she sneaked a glance at the vampire sitting adjacent to her and quirked an evil grin at his increasingly pale face.
“I guess we could…” Angel’s statement clearly held horror at the thought of invading a hot down town club, “If you really wanted too that is
Cordelia had her shoes off and was resting her feet next to Angel’s on a small chair, mulling over what colour nail varnish to use next. So far, the colours red, deep blue and pink had been used and she really didn’t want to wear the same colour twice in one week. “Today has been soooo boring” she sighed, her breath making a strand of hair flutter around her forehead, “Is the world of evil taking a sabbatical or something?”
“Why don’t we just enjoy the peace and quiet?” Angel asked, hoping Wesley would agree so he didn’t have to be subjected to his seer’s version of fashion. It was one thing seeing Cordelia in casual but sensual office attire but it was an entirely different matter witnessing one of them skimpy dresses hugging her body like a second skin. “We could stay in, rent a movie and you guys could order take-out”
He could handle that and Wesley would be able to keep an eye on him and keep him from attacking Cordelia again.
“On second thought, we should go out” Angel contradicted his last statement and glanced at both the brunette and ex watcher. “A night out would be good for us. You know, to recharge our batteries”
“You said it, not me” Cordelia held up a slender finger that dared the vampire to take those words back now that he’d said them. “Before you take those words back, I’m going home to get showered and changed. I’ve been dying for a chance to wear my new dress”
Angel swallowed the forming lump in his throat as he watched his seer scrambled out of her chair, snatch her coat up and race out the door before he had time to blink. Turning a blank gaze towards Wesley, the dark haired vampire offered the other man a sheepish half smile. “Guess we’re going out”
“Hmm” Wesley refused to accept the dread pooling in his stomach.
…TO BE CONTINUED…
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