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The Itch
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Angel the Series › Het - Male/Female › Angel(us)/Cordelia
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
4,833
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Angel: The Series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Itch
Title: The Itch
Author: LaLa247
Rating: NC-17
Email: LatinaGrrl2000@yahoo.com
Content: Sexual situations, strong language, lots of sex talk
Summary: A/C are already a couple, and that thanks to her new part-demon status, she goes into HEAT every month or so. She gets all horned up, only over Angel though. She wears the poor boy out, and although he enjoys it, he's a little 'afraid' of her. Fun ensues! Enjoy!
Spoilers: Maybe Season 3. In my island of DeNial, the ending of Tomorrow never happened. A/C met and hooked up. They're together. So there.
Disclaimer: The characters in the Angelverse were created by Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit is made.
Distribution: Just ask.
Prologue
Angel hit the wall hard, grimacing in pain as he slid to the cold, wood floor. He had a sense of deja vu. It was the same old, big fight. He was already being beaten, he stood no chance. He wouldn't have time to say his goodbyes to his friends- his family. Why was this world so cruel? Especially to its Champion. He exhaled sharply, scrambling to the corner. He had to stay alive, so to speak. For Connor. For the group. For himself.
He blinked rapidly, and held up his hands in defense at his attacker. "Whoa- can we talk first? I mean- this isn't-"
Cordelia Chase stood over her boss, her shoe tapping steadily on the wood floor. Her hand rested on her hip, her perfectly manicured and painted nails rapping on the fabric. "Angel..."
"Cordelia." Angel replied, waving his hands in desperation. "Look- I'm tired. TIRED. It's really...BAD. I'm lacking in the fight area- I'm all clumsy-"
"You were always clumsy."
"Well, yeah. But- but- okay- it's getting creepy-"
Cordelia grabbed Angel's shirt, lifting him to his feet. "SHUT UP." She growled, kissing the vampire hard. He hit the wall yet again, and his arms wrapped around Cordelia's waist, slowly giving in to the kiss. Her hands suddenly drifted ever so slowly to his pants, running her hands over his crotch roughly.
"HEY-" Angel shoved Cordelia away with enough force to knock her back a couple of steps. "Cordelia- no! We're- we're in the lobby...what if Gunn and Fred walk in?" He got no response from the girl. He frowned. "C-Cor?"
She sauntered towards him, seductively yet determined. She resembled a cat in the dim lighting of the lobby, her slinky shirt and skirt clinging to every curve on her body. "They can watch." She replied in a low voice.
Angel froze for several seconds, looking around. Cordelia began unbuttoning his blue shirt. "You do realize Gunn will stake me if he catches us...the whole losing the soul thing-"
"You won't lose your soul- we found that lovely little potion, remember?"
"Yeah- but- I didn't drink it yet! A-And- stake! Dust!"
Cordelia grabbed Angel's face, forcing his eyes on hers. "I'm willing to take that chance, baby."
Angel's eyes widened. "Who the hell are you?"
The Seer started to rake her nails down his bare chest slowly. The vampire's eyes began to close, feeling the sensations of her blunt nails running up and down his flesh. He inhaled needlessly, his hands holding onto her shoulders lightly. "I'm your Seer..." She whispered. "And I see some horizontal workout in your near future..." She stopped her assault, then poked him in the rib, getting his attention. She smiled. "Take me, Angel..."
Angel stared at the girl, severely contemplating this order. His eyes drifted to her outfit, and back to her eyes, full of lust. She was nearly shaking with it, and he realized so was he. Finally, he grabbed Cordelia's waist, lifting her to his hips. Her legs immediately wrapped around his waist. He silently carried her to the janitor's closet, opening the door. "You don't have to tell me twice-" Cordelia giggled loudly as he slammed the door behind them.
Author: LaLa247
Rating: NC-17
Email: LatinaGrrl2000@yahoo.com
Content: Sexual situations, strong language, lots of sex talk
Summary: A/C are already a couple, and that thanks to her new part-demon status, she goes into HEAT every month or so. She gets all horned up, only over Angel though. She wears the poor boy out, and although he enjoys it, he's a little 'afraid' of her. Fun ensues! Enjoy!
Spoilers: Maybe Season 3. In my island of DeNial, the ending of Tomorrow never happened. A/C met and hooked up. They're together. So there.
Disclaimer: The characters in the Angelverse were created by Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit is made.
Distribution: Just ask.
Prologue
Angel hit the wall hard, grimacing in pain as he slid to the cold, wood floor. He had a sense of deja vu. It was the same old, big fight. He was already being beaten, he stood no chance. He wouldn't have time to say his goodbyes to his friends- his family. Why was this world so cruel? Especially to its Champion. He exhaled sharply, scrambling to the corner. He had to stay alive, so to speak. For Connor. For the group. For himself.
He blinked rapidly, and held up his hands in defense at his attacker. "Whoa- can we talk first? I mean- this isn't-"
Cordelia Chase stood over her boss, her shoe tapping steadily on the wood floor. Her hand rested on her hip, her perfectly manicured and painted nails rapping on the fabric. "Angel..."
"Cordelia." Angel replied, waving his hands in desperation. "Look- I'm tired. TIRED. It's really...BAD. I'm lacking in the fight area- I'm all clumsy-"
"You were always clumsy."
"Well, yeah. But- but- okay- it's getting creepy-"
Cordelia grabbed Angel's shirt, lifting him to his feet. "SHUT UP." She growled, kissing the vampire hard. He hit the wall yet again, and his arms wrapped around Cordelia's waist, slowly giving in to the kiss. Her hands suddenly drifted ever so slowly to his pants, running her hands over his crotch roughly.
"HEY-" Angel shoved Cordelia away with enough force to knock her back a couple of steps. "Cordelia- no! We're- we're in the lobby...what if Gunn and Fred walk in?" He got no response from the girl. He frowned. "C-Cor?"
She sauntered towards him, seductively yet determined. She resembled a cat in the dim lighting of the lobby, her slinky shirt and skirt clinging to every curve on her body. "They can watch." She replied in a low voice.
Angel froze for several seconds, looking around. Cordelia began unbuttoning his blue shirt. "You do realize Gunn will stake me if he catches us...the whole losing the soul thing-"
"You won't lose your soul- we found that lovely little potion, remember?"
"Yeah- but- I didn't drink it yet! A-And- stake! Dust!"
Cordelia grabbed Angel's face, forcing his eyes on hers. "I'm willing to take that chance, baby."
Angel's eyes widened. "Who the hell are you?"
The Seer started to rake her nails down his bare chest slowly. The vampire's eyes began to close, feeling the sensations of her blunt nails running up and down his flesh. He inhaled needlessly, his hands holding onto her shoulders lightly. "I'm your Seer..." She whispered. "And I see some horizontal workout in your near future..." She stopped her assault, then poked him in the rib, getting his attention. She smiled. "Take me, Angel..."
Angel stared at the girl, severely contemplating this order. His eyes drifted to her outfit, and back to her eyes, full of lust. She was nearly shaking with it, and he realized so was he. Finally, he grabbed Cordelia's waist, lifting her to his hips. Her legs immediately wrapped around his waist. He silently carried her to the janitor's closet, opening the door. "You don't have to tell me twice-" Cordelia giggled loudly as he slammed the door behind them.