Even Angels Fall
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Angel the Series › Het - Male/Female › Angel(us)/Cordelia
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Adult +
Chapters:
2
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1,758
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2
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chapter 2
Chapter 2
****
She let out a sigh as he gently placed a stand of hair back behind her ear. They were on top of the hotel, sitting against a chimney, his arms securely wrapped around her as a pale moon shone down upon them.
‘I love you.’ He whispered, a little smile playing on his face as he tried out the words for the first time out loud. After 6 years of knowing her, and being in love with her for over a year now, he finally found the courage to say those words. He was nervous, and if his heart could beat, he swore it would’ve jumped right out his chest.
It took her an eternity to absorb those words, and finally founding the courage to look into his eyes, she knew he was telling the truth. Looking into the dark puddles, she could see right into his soul, and realised now she loved him too, completely.
Taking in a deep breath, she forced a little smile while she whispered into his ear ‘I love you too.’ before placing a gentle kiss on his cheek.
She felt 16 again, waiting for a date to pick her up, heart racing, blood pumping at an incredible rate when she felt the tension rising... Will he, or won’t he kiss her that night?
‘What about Wesley and the others?’ she said as he slowly caressed her soft hair.
‘What about them?’ ‘Should we tell them...about us?’ Her voice had become nothing more then a whisper again.
‘Maybe we should.’ Angel decided. He loved her, that’s it. He didn’t feel like hiding it from the world, not any more.
‘Maybe we shouldn’t.’ She concluded almost at the same time. She could see the confusion etched on his face, and the hurt reflected in his dark eyes. Letting out a sigh she said, ‘They wouldn’t understand...’
‘You’re probably right.’ He said, pulling her closer towards him, wanting to feel her warmth more, ‘I just... it’s that I finally got you here with me now...’ She raised her head, and their eyes locked; a smile spread across her face.
‘I know.’ She said, ‘but it doesn’t have to be forever... just... just ‘till we can prepare them for it.’ She wanted to tell him it didn’t really matter if they knew or not, approved of it or not, she loved him anyway, no matter what, but he’d clamed her mouth once more, taking her breath away, his tongue seeking access to her sweet mouth.
She moaned, then found herself lost again in a passionate kiss and with that, he hoped this night would never end.
*-*-*
She moaned as he laid another file upon her desk. ‘Coroner’s report of last night’s murder.’ The man said, a sympathetic look upon his face. She looked at him, her icy-blue eyes looking right into the very core of him, and he found himself staring at her, her eyes and her blonde locks...
‘Anything else, officer Parker?’ her voice pulled him out of his little daydream.
‘Um...no...no.’ he said, a bit off guard, and moved away again.
Letting out another sigh she took the file and looked through the pages... The fifth murder in two months... All young girls, tortured, raped and mutilated, cuts covering their bodies.
Serial killer she had concluded. Since nothing was taken, even their wallets were still there, a killer for the sport...
The autopsy didn’t really bring any new information to the case, and Kate Lockley was about to toss the file and pictures aside when something caught her eye... A little mark on the girl’s hip. It seemed like an ordinary tattoo, some blue spots on the hip of one of the other victims...
‘Jerry! Get me the coroner reports of the other girls.’ she said, getting up from behind her desk, moving towards the drawing board, copying the mark upon it.
‘Okay people, may I have your attention...’
*-*-*
‘Eureka!’ Wesley’s voice ran through the lobby of the hotel as he stormed out of the office, a large and heavy tome in his hands, ‘It’s a Balofnushlur’k ‘ he said, pointing at a drawing in the book, ‘it’s related to the kenbanusklur’k, that’s why I mixed them up in the first place! Balofnushlur’k’s have got a small horn on their tail! And are not killable by decapitation.’
‘Yes, English, we figured that one out already. We were there too, remember?’ Gunn said, giving the former watcher an angry glance as he continued to pluck pieces of demon goo out of Fred’s hair.
Throwing an apologetic look in their direction Wesley retreated into his office, closing the door behind him.
‘Can I just say ... ew?’ Cordy sighed as she patched Angel up some more, taking care of a large cut across his chest.
‘It’s not that bad, I’ve had worse.’ Angel said truthfully.
She smiled, that one that made his heart melt completely. The one he couldn’t fight, even if he wanted too...
‘Uhm... Actually I meant the demon, but yeah, this is pretty gross too.’ she admitted as she covered the wound with some gauze. Angel hissed.
‘Oh, don’t be such a baby!’ she said as she gave him a playful pat on the shoulder.
He gave her his puppy dog look.
‘Aargh! He’s so gonna pay for this!’ she thought as she moved away from him, trying to diminish her longing to kiss him. It was hard; being so close to him and not being able to touch him, kiss him... They shouldn’t know.
*-*-*
Angel’s POV
In the silence of the room I watch them both... She’s stretched out on a blue blanket on the lobby-floor, her head resting on Connor’s fluffy bunny. One hand is next to her head; the other one is around my boy... my sweet little boy, asleep next to her. It strikes me that they do look alike, even though they don’t have any blood ties. Just the way they act... The way he raises his little eyebrows, imitating her, the funny faces he makes just like her ... the drooling. It doesn’t sound really flattering, but it’s the truth. And in a way it’s cute. They both look so innocent there, sleeping, a little bit of drool on her lips... Involuntarily I begin to smile. They look perfect like that, my little family. Yes, a family, that’s what we are now. Cordy and me madly in love, but not as in sheer bliss – perfect happiness love... yes, maybe it’s like that, but we’re still careful, and trying to find a way around the curse. But luckily love isn’t just about sex. And I do love her, with every fibre of my being. I love watching her too, now here asleep in front of me, my ... our baby boy curled up against her, both in a peaceful sleep. Well, peaceful? I know Cor will probably have a soar back when she wakes up, but that’s no problem... I’ll just rub the badness out... gently of course ;o)
Connor makes a gurgly sound, and I can see her stir, but then he turns quiet again and sleeps on, and Cordy dreams on too.
About half an hour ago we were all on the blanket, the three of us, surrounded with stuffed animals, and other shiny, coloured baby toys, and now here I am, sitting in my chair, watching over them. I’d took an old copy of Death of a Salesman after covering them both with a blanket, but I haven’t really read that much. Most of the time I just watch them. And frankly I don’t want anything else. My son and the woman I love, that’s all I need.
It’s silent in the hotel and I’m glad for it. Wesley’s at home, and Fred went to spend the night at Gunn’s place, probably trying to work things out, add some new fire into their relationship. But somehow I doubt it’ll work. They do fight a lot, and I don’t want to be the pessimist here, but for a new couple, still blissfully in love, that’s not exactly a good thing. And then there’s Wesley. I know he’s still got a crush on our little Fred...
My mind drifts off again as I set once more, my eyes upon the cuteness displayed in front of me, and I can feel the warmth setting into my heart. Its just love.
Slowly I can feel my eyelids grow heavy and a sleepy feeling takes control over me. I don’t really want to fight it. I’m just tired...and slowly I let myself drift of into a peaceful sleep...
****
She let out a sigh as he gently placed a stand of hair back behind her ear. They were on top of the hotel, sitting against a chimney, his arms securely wrapped around her as a pale moon shone down upon them.
‘I love you.’ He whispered, a little smile playing on his face as he tried out the words for the first time out loud. After 6 years of knowing her, and being in love with her for over a year now, he finally found the courage to say those words. He was nervous, and if his heart could beat, he swore it would’ve jumped right out his chest.
It took her an eternity to absorb those words, and finally founding the courage to look into his eyes, she knew he was telling the truth. Looking into the dark puddles, she could see right into his soul, and realised now she loved him too, completely.
Taking in a deep breath, she forced a little smile while she whispered into his ear ‘I love you too.’ before placing a gentle kiss on his cheek.
She felt 16 again, waiting for a date to pick her up, heart racing, blood pumping at an incredible rate when she felt the tension rising... Will he, or won’t he kiss her that night?
‘What about Wesley and the others?’ she said as he slowly caressed her soft hair.
‘What about them?’ ‘Should we tell them...about us?’ Her voice had become nothing more then a whisper again.
‘Maybe we should.’ Angel decided. He loved her, that’s it. He didn’t feel like hiding it from the world, not any more.
‘Maybe we shouldn’t.’ She concluded almost at the same time. She could see the confusion etched on his face, and the hurt reflected in his dark eyes. Letting out a sigh she said, ‘They wouldn’t understand...’
‘You’re probably right.’ He said, pulling her closer towards him, wanting to feel her warmth more, ‘I just... it’s that I finally got you here with me now...’ She raised her head, and their eyes locked; a smile spread across her face.
‘I know.’ She said, ‘but it doesn’t have to be forever... just... just ‘till we can prepare them for it.’ She wanted to tell him it didn’t really matter if they knew or not, approved of it or not, she loved him anyway, no matter what, but he’d clamed her mouth once more, taking her breath away, his tongue seeking access to her sweet mouth.
She moaned, then found herself lost again in a passionate kiss and with that, he hoped this night would never end.
*-*-*
She moaned as he laid another file upon her desk. ‘Coroner’s report of last night’s murder.’ The man said, a sympathetic look upon his face. She looked at him, her icy-blue eyes looking right into the very core of him, and he found himself staring at her, her eyes and her blonde locks...
‘Anything else, officer Parker?’ her voice pulled him out of his little daydream.
‘Um...no...no.’ he said, a bit off guard, and moved away again.
Letting out another sigh she took the file and looked through the pages... The fifth murder in two months... All young girls, tortured, raped and mutilated, cuts covering their bodies.
Serial killer she had concluded. Since nothing was taken, even their wallets were still there, a killer for the sport...
The autopsy didn’t really bring any new information to the case, and Kate Lockley was about to toss the file and pictures aside when something caught her eye... A little mark on the girl’s hip. It seemed like an ordinary tattoo, some blue spots on the hip of one of the other victims...
‘Jerry! Get me the coroner reports of the other girls.’ she said, getting up from behind her desk, moving towards the drawing board, copying the mark upon it.
‘Okay people, may I have your attention...’
*-*-*
‘Eureka!’ Wesley’s voice ran through the lobby of the hotel as he stormed out of the office, a large and heavy tome in his hands, ‘It’s a Balofnushlur’k ‘ he said, pointing at a drawing in the book, ‘it’s related to the kenbanusklur’k, that’s why I mixed them up in the first place! Balofnushlur’k’s have got a small horn on their tail! And are not killable by decapitation.’
‘Yes, English, we figured that one out already. We were there too, remember?’ Gunn said, giving the former watcher an angry glance as he continued to pluck pieces of demon goo out of Fred’s hair.
Throwing an apologetic look in their direction Wesley retreated into his office, closing the door behind him.
‘Can I just say ... ew?’ Cordy sighed as she patched Angel up some more, taking care of a large cut across his chest.
‘It’s not that bad, I’ve had worse.’ Angel said truthfully.
She smiled, that one that made his heart melt completely. The one he couldn’t fight, even if he wanted too...
‘Uhm... Actually I meant the demon, but yeah, this is pretty gross too.’ she admitted as she covered the wound with some gauze. Angel hissed.
‘Oh, don’t be such a baby!’ she said as she gave him a playful pat on the shoulder.
He gave her his puppy dog look.
‘Aargh! He’s so gonna pay for this!’ she thought as she moved away from him, trying to diminish her longing to kiss him. It was hard; being so close to him and not being able to touch him, kiss him... They shouldn’t know.
*-*-*
Angel’s POV
In the silence of the room I watch them both... She’s stretched out on a blue blanket on the lobby-floor, her head resting on Connor’s fluffy bunny. One hand is next to her head; the other one is around my boy... my sweet little boy, asleep next to her. It strikes me that they do look alike, even though they don’t have any blood ties. Just the way they act... The way he raises his little eyebrows, imitating her, the funny faces he makes just like her ... the drooling. It doesn’t sound really flattering, but it’s the truth. And in a way it’s cute. They both look so innocent there, sleeping, a little bit of drool on her lips... Involuntarily I begin to smile. They look perfect like that, my little family. Yes, a family, that’s what we are now. Cordy and me madly in love, but not as in sheer bliss – perfect happiness love... yes, maybe it’s like that, but we’re still careful, and trying to find a way around the curse. But luckily love isn’t just about sex. And I do love her, with every fibre of my being. I love watching her too, now here asleep in front of me, my ... our baby boy curled up against her, both in a peaceful sleep. Well, peaceful? I know Cor will probably have a soar back when she wakes up, but that’s no problem... I’ll just rub the badness out... gently of course ;o)
Connor makes a gurgly sound, and I can see her stir, but then he turns quiet again and sleeps on, and Cordy dreams on too.
About half an hour ago we were all on the blanket, the three of us, surrounded with stuffed animals, and other shiny, coloured baby toys, and now here I am, sitting in my chair, watching over them. I’d took an old copy of Death of a Salesman after covering them both with a blanket, but I haven’t really read that much. Most of the time I just watch them. And frankly I don’t want anything else. My son and the woman I love, that’s all I need.
It’s silent in the hotel and I’m glad for it. Wesley’s at home, and Fred went to spend the night at Gunn’s place, probably trying to work things out, add some new fire into their relationship. But somehow I doubt it’ll work. They do fight a lot, and I don’t want to be the pessimist here, but for a new couple, still blissfully in love, that’s not exactly a good thing. And then there’s Wesley. I know he’s still got a crush on our little Fred...
My mind drifts off again as I set once more, my eyes upon the cuteness displayed in front of me, and I can feel the warmth setting into my heart. Its just love.
Slowly I can feel my eyelids grow heavy and a sleepy feeling takes control over me. I don’t really want to fight it. I’m just tired...and slowly I let myself drift of into a peaceful sleep...