Jocasta Revisited

CHAPTER TWO


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CHAPTER TWO



Connor watched Cordelia sitting in the sun at the beach. She
said something about needing to recharge her batteries. The shopping trip had
been a learning experience. Cordelia had wanted to hit all the expensive
boutiques as if something in her remembered being rich. Connor assured her in
the time he knew her she had been on a budget. She had bitched and moaned all
through the Wal-Mart they ended up in. Maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad had
they not gone window-shopping at the boutiques first. As it was, her constant
whinwas was outweighing her pleasing features. Still, she walked away with a
few outfits including the bikini she had on now and a swimsuit for him.



Now he sat huddled on a towel on the hot sand, feeling
horrifically exposed. Where he was from people didn’t laze about in the sun. It
was a waste of time better spent training. Besides, sitting out in the open was
just begging to for something to come by and kill you.

 

Cordelia had given him a tube of smelly lotion and told him
to put it all over his skin to keep him from burning. She made some comments
about him being pastier than a Brit and he wasn’t sure if it was an insult or
not.



He had smeared a little on himself but his fingers stumbled
and stopped as he watched her hands languidly spreading the lotion over her
tanned flesh. The skin of his cock tightened as he watched her. Cordelia was
beautiful. He didn’t care what Fred had told him about Cordelia being like a
mother to him during those weeks they had searched for her with Fred bleating
on and on about him needing her back in his life. He had no mother. Holtz had
been father, mother, tutor, and tormentor to him. It was all he had ever known
or needed. By the time he had been returned to this world he had no need of
mothering. He hadn’t seen Cordelia or Fred as mothers, more like someone he had
to please to keep them from prying into his affairs. He had been suckled on
hate and power so what did he need of tender mothering. It was only an
emotional crutch and another way to open someone to pain as Fred had proved
that painfully with her taser and her total joy in using it. They weren’t a
forgiving bunch but he rather respected that.



“Do my back, Connor.” Cordelasseassed him back the sun tan
lotion.

 

His eyes widened. “What?”

 

“Put it on my back.”

 

She turned her back on him. Once the thought of ‘what a
dumb, dangerous thing to do,’ flittered out of his mind, Connor realized what
her request entailed. He touched her hesitantly. Her skin was warm and soft
under his calloused hands.

 

He had never been this close to a woman with this much flesh
showing before. He never had any kind of intimate contact with women, not even
so much as a caressing. His hands shook some as he worked the cool lotion into
her. His balls weighed hea aga against the bright flimsy fabric of his trunks.
He had trouble making his hands work as his penis swelled.

 

He knew this was natural but there had been little to arouse
him in the demon realm he grew up in. It felt good but it was embarrassing, the
way it tented up the Hawaiian prin his his trunks. He wanted to rub himself
against her, hoping for relief but he didn’t need to be raised on this world to
know you didn’t do that in public. That would just leave you exposed to any
danger that might happen along.

 

“Done,” he said hoarsely, putting a tiny bit of distance
between them.

 

“Let me do you,” she offered.

 

“No! I need…” Connor looked about frantically for a
distraction and saw the people frolicking in the surf. “To take a swim.”

 

Hoping to shield his shame from her, he hustled awkwardly
into the ocean. As soon as he went waist deep and the water lapped his
superheated flesh his control slipped. He came, feeling his cheeks burn with
humiliation. Things like this had happened to him before after pleasing dreams.
Once Holtz had caught him touching himself to relieve the tension. The beating
he had received for commit the sin of Onan had robbed him of any real desire to
be in this situation again. At least the ocean cleaned away his lack of
restraint.

 

When he felt calmer, he headed back for his towel, sand
sticking to his feet. He flopped down and looked over at Cordelia. The brilliant
yellow of her suit highlighted her skin, most of which was uncovered and
gleaming. He thought she was asleep until she opened her eyes and smiled.



“Ready for me to put the lotion on your back?” she asked.

 

“Yes.”

 

He had wanted to say no but she would probably want to know
why. He tensed at having someone behind him. He hated the exposed feeling. His
skin shuddered at her touch. As his body threatened to betray him again, Connor
swallowed hard and tried to find something to do to take his mind off of the
wonderful feel of her hands massaging his back. He watched the people surfing
and body boarding.

 

“That looks like fun.” He nodded toward the shoreline.

 

“I guess it does. I’ve never done it.”

 

He glanced over his shoulder at her. “You don’t know that.”


She laughed. “You haveointoint. I don’t think it’s me though.”

 

“Maybe not.” He remembered Cordelia being a bit prissy and
the ocean water with all its life and pollutants didn’t seem like something she
would have wanted touching her.

 

“Okay done.” She patted his shoulder.

 

“Now what?”

 

“You lie down and enjoy the sun,” she replied brightly.

 

“Oh.” Connor couldn’t keep the disappointment out of his
voice. He laid down and tried to just relax. He made it maybe ten minutes
before the boredom overwhelmed him.

 

All he could think about was Cordelia’s touch, the way the
sun glistened on her skin, the curve of her breasts and hips. He didn’t know if
it was normal to obsess like this. Holtz would have discouraged him, he was
sure of it. And since Gunn and Fred had cast him out and welcomed back that
creature he had flung into the ocean, he was left to figure things out on his
own. Why they cared so much about what he had done to a demon he couldn’t say.
It made no sense to him and as he had noted earlier, they were neither
forgiving nor interested in hearing anyone’s point of view other than their
own. He had seen them jump to one conclusion after another over logic chasms so
big he didn’t know how they didn’t just fall in and disappear. Maybe he was
better off without them.

 

Needing a distraction from what he wanted to try with
Cordelia, or maybe any willing girl since it was something his body was telling
him he needed and ought to try, Connor got up and wandered the beach. He found
a place that rented body boards. He spent time trying to get the hand of it.
Finally he saw Cordy waving at him from the shore. He rode the board in, having
gained some simple mastery over it. He looked at her, a big grin on his face.


She smiled back. “Having fun?”

 

“Yes actually. Are you ready to go?” He cast a longing
glance back at the water. He wanted to stay and find someone to teach him
surfing.

 

“I’m getting sort of hungry.”

 

“I think we can manage dinner. Where would you like to go?”
he asked.

 

“I wish I could remember what I like to eat…but I do know
I’m sick to death of Mexican but I’m not sure why,” Cordelia wrinkled her nose.

 

Connor nodded. “I know exactly what you mean. I think we can
find something different.”


He looked around, knowing he didn’t have much money left. There were people
beginning to cluster around the beachside clubs now that night was drawing
closer. He saw one that seemed to be looking at them a bit too intently as he
talked on his cell phone. Connor figured he was staring at Cordelia; a lot of
them were. Helping her with their beach gear, he angled off toward the man, who
paid them little heed as he talked softly into his phone. Connor pretended to
stumble and bumped into the man. Cordelia helped him regain his balance,
oblivious to the fact that he had just picked the man’s pocket. Holtz had
taught him similar skills, anything to learn how to unarm an enemy or take away
something from them covertly if need be. Connor had used that talent to his
monetary advantage since arriving back in L.A. At least now, he and Cordy could
get a good meal.

 

* * *

 

Robert Beers enjoyed working for Wolfram and Hart as one of
their leg men. They paid better than well and the work was never boring, well
at least not usually. Okay, if you did your job badly you were likely to become
something’s dinner but it beat using his private investigator’s license to
stalk cheating husbands. He hadn’t planned for a day at the beach after a day
of shopping but he found he could nurse a drink at the Beachcombers’ Pub and
still see his marks well eh. Wh. Watching someone sunbathe, even someone as
pretty as Ms. Chase, was dull but Lilah had made it clear that both Chase and
the kid she was with were to be under constant surveillance. Finally they
seemed to be packing it in for the day. He took out his cellular and placed a
call.

 

“Ms. Morgan, yeah it’s Beers. Yes, I know exactly where
they’re both at. I’ve been baking my brains at the beach all day. Looks like
they’re on the move again…no, they’ve done nothing interesting or threatening
at all. We shopped at the Yuppie stores, ended up at Wal-Mart and the rest of
the day has been spent at the beach. The kid body boarded for a little while
and Chase just lounged about working on her melanoma…okay, I’ll …wait they’re
heading right for me. Damn it, I hope they haven’t made me.”

 

Beers started talking to Lilah like he was her boyfriend
laying out a fun evening. The pair walked right up to him but they didn’t seem
to see him as a threat. The kid tripped over his own big feet and plowed into
him. Still, they just walked off, obviously not concerned about him.

 

“All right, Ms. Morgan, they didn’t seem to mark me. The kid
accidentally ran into me, not apparent threat there though. I’ll follow them to
their next destination. I’ll give Warner a call and he can take over the night
shift,” Beers said, digging in his wallet to lay out some money for his drink
and a tip. His wallet was nowhere to be found. “Son of a bitch… the kid
pickpocketed me. Yeah, you’re right, I’m really going to enjoy hurting him when
the time comes. I’ll check in once they’re settled back in.”

 

Beers disconnected the call and headed for his car, a nice
non-descript white Civic, entertaining himself with ways of inflicting pain on
the boy.

 

Author’s Note – The Sin of Onan Genesis 38:1-10 is
actually NOT masturbation as Holtz and people of his time (and forward)
believed. Actually God was angry Onan “Spilled his semen on the ground” instead
of impregnating his sister-in-law, which was what God wanted. God killed Onan
for that and not for masturbating.