The Itch

"Focus on your point, not on your stance."



"I am."



"Okay, then."



Angel loosened his grip on Cordelia's waist, moving his body away from her. They began their dance again, swinging their swords. Left, right, step forward, turn, t ovt over. Suddenly, Cordelia's sword clashed to the floor. Angel looked at her, standing next to him with her arms crossed over her Sunnydale High t-shirt. "What?"



"Angel!" The Seer replied, her voice slowly but surely making its way to a steady whine. "We've been doing this for almost seven months now!" She hesitated, thinking. "Sans the insanity that was tiny baby, Groo, and-"



"So?" Angel interrupted.



"So?!" She shot back in amazement.



The vampire lowered his sword, staring at Cordelia. "What's your point."



"Hel-LO." The girl raised her nose in the superior way that only she could. "I demand that you teach me how to kill something. I'm more than adapt to kill something violently and you know it."



"Cordelia!" Angel gave her a look of dismay that after three years was reserved- and only given- to her. "Listen, there will be NO killing of the violent kind- especially NOT from you."



"Why?!"



Angel closed his eyes for a moment, trying to gain a sense of serenity, then opened them again. "Because only I kill things violently...I'm a demon, remember?"



"So am I."



"Half-"



"And Gunn kills."



"That's-"



"And Connor."



"Well-"



"And Fred."



"S-Shut up!" Angel sputtered, increasingly flustered. He dropped his own sword in aggrivation, and roughly tugged on his tank. "Look- I don't care what anyone else does. I only care about what you do. And Connor." He paused. "Besides- I don't want you getting hurt."



"I won't, Angel!" She protested.



"So what? I'm still not teaching you how to kill."



A dark look came over Cordelia's eyes. Uh oh. Angel instinctively backed up several steps. "Why NOT?!"



"HEY-" Angel held up his index fingerintiinting it at her. "WATCH your tone."



"I am NOT your daughter!" She screeched, stomping her foot for emphasis.



Angel stared at Cordelia for a long moment, more than freaked out. He wasn't sure if this was a side effect of her demoness kicking in, or simply her bratty side peeking out. He came to the conclusion that it was better- and safer- not to know. But it still annoyed him to no end. Wordlessy, he picked up his sword and took a swipe at Cordelia's head. She gasped, giving him a disgusted look. "Oh, EW!"



Angel raised an eyebrow at her. "Ew, what?"



"You- you took a swing at me, you DUMBASS!"



"That wasn't a swing-" He swung his fist directly at her face. She shrieked and stumbled back. "THAT was a swing." The Seer stared at her man in shock. He merely smirked.



Slowly, a scowl appeared on Cordelia's face. She kicked up her sword and swung it into a positioned hold. The vampire watched her intently, stalking his prey. Both had their game faces on, cold eyes and blank expressions. Both edgy and irritated. Suddenly, Angel took a jab straight at the girl's midsection, and she jumped back. Cordelia immediately retaliated by kicking her foot out, knocking Angel's sword into the wall. She kicked again, the vampire backing up with each kick. Finally, he grabbed her leg, yanking hard enough to send the Seer crashing to the floor. He flipped across the room and grabbed his sword, swinging it around at the same time Cordelia stood. A loud rip filled the basement. She gasped and stared down at her shirt. A thin, but long rip was etched across the waist of the fabric.



A frown slowly appeared on her face. "This was my ONLY Sunnyhell shirt!" She swung the sword and Angel jumped out of the way, but not soon enough. He cringed as he heard the rip across his back. The girl smirked slowly.



Angel stopped, his hand winding around to blindly examine the damage. A clean slice down his shirt, the straps being the only pieces holding it up. A silence followed. The two stared each other down, before Angel swung out, clashing his sword against Cordelia's.



The two danced, he forward and she backwards, both striking with each move. The vampire's blade sliced the girl's leggings, ripping the leg of her fabric. He chuckled quietly, seeing the shocked look on Cordelia's face. A look of angeplaeplaced that shocked look and she swung her sword, slashing the front of Angel's barely there shirt. He quickly jumped back and lashed out, knocking the sword from his Seer's hand. She instantly grabbed the nearest weapon, a flower pot, and flung it at Angel's head, knocking him into the wall. Angel's sword scattered across the floor. He turned back to his opponent only to get a knee in the stomach. Cordelia elbowed the vampire in the back, and he grabbed her waist tightly, liftier oer off her feet. He lunged forward, the girl thrown over his shoulder, and slammed her into the floor hard enough to keep her down. After a moment of pain, Cordelia started swinging wildly, her nails and palms connecting with his chest and face. He grasped her hands and forced them to the concrete. Cordelia continued to fight, her face showing her fury of being beaten. Her legs wrapped around Angel's waist, squeezing his hips painfully tight. The vampire's eyes widened as she whipped her body to the right, flipping their positions. She planted her knees on both sides of his body, straddling him. Angel's hands came up to shove her off, and she clutched his hands in hers, trying to fight him off. They struggled like this for several minutes, the only sound in the basement was their grunts and cursing. Cordelia shifted every other moment, trying to get the upper hand. Angel managed to sit up and get one hand free. Their bodies rubbed against each other as both struggled to get control.



Suddenly, their mouths crashed together, merging and mixing. Angel tugged his other hand free, ripping the bottom half of Cordelia's shirt off. Her hands pulled off the shards of his tank, her nails running down his back.



Slowly, Cordelia's body started to heat up, and it wasn't because of the sweat running down her body. Her beige colored nails started to dig into his back, her legs tightening around his waist. Her eyes caught Angel's, and he immediately pulled his guard up to prevent any more injury. He grabbed her hair firmly but gently, getting her attention. "Be nice." He ordered quietly. When her heavy breathing took the place of a reply, Angel gripped her hair tighter. She nodded slowly.



Angel moved his hand down the side of her body and grabbed the side of Cordelia's hips roughly, his other hand pressed against her back, pushing them closer together. She grinded against him with fevor, getting a straight-forward reaction from him. Angel groaned, shoving his mouth on hers. They kissed wildly, Cordelia's hands moving to the drawstring of Angel's black sweatpants. She yanked the string directly out of its place, tossing it to the side. Her hands attempted to tug down the restrictive clothing, and he lifted his hips to help her. Angel's eyes shot toward the door momentarily, wondering if he had locked it properly. Cordelia's hands on him immediately made him forget such a worry. He closed his eyes, the hand on her hip clutching the rip of her leggings tightly before pulling it off, baring her naked leg. She gasped slightly, an excited and aroused grin playing on her face. Angel kissed Cordelia hard, his hand slipping behind her neck and forcing her mouth on his. He kept tugging on the torn fabric until it was almost off her body. Angel tried to pull off her underwear with no success. They both groaned in frustration, Angel's hand fumbling with her panties. He broke the kiss to stare at her underwear in confusion.



"What the hell, Cordelia-" He snapped, not angrily, but in irritation. He tugged at her underwear again. "How mean can you be? How the hell-"



Cordelia rolled her eyes, her hand drifting to the strings holding up her panties. "You just pull, dumbass." She yanked hard, and the fabric on one side was released.



"Oh." Angel responded sheepishly, his hand yanking off the other side and throwing it aside.



"Those were new..." She muttered, capturing his mouth yet again.



"I'll buy you twenty more pairs..." Came his muffled reply.



With one move, Cordelia had raised her hips and lowered herself on him, making them both moan in pleasure. She began to move with zest, her hips grinding against Angel's hard. He kept his mouth on hers, worthless breaths escaping his lips. His arm wrapped around her waist, keeping them both connected and in unison with their movements. Cordelia let out a hiss of air, throwing her head back and letting the tense waves of pleasure course through her. Angel's head lowered on her neck, nipping and sucking at her skin as her hips continued to thrust against his.



At that very moment, the doorknob turned and the door was opened. Gunn walked in calmly, in workout clothes. "Yo, I thought I would train with y'a-AH!" He yelped, catching sight of Angel and Cordelia very much going at it, and very much oblivious to his surprise appearance. The poor man nearly fell down the stairs and stumbled out of the room backwards. He kept moving back into the lobby, until he hit the arm of couch. Gunn buried his face in his hands, whimpering.



"Charles! What's wrong?" Fred rushed to her man's side, touching his back. "Charles?"



"Oh my God-" Gunn gasped, lifting his head slightly, horror etched on his face. "Fred- girl, God-" He dashed to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. Fred stared at the space that once was occupied Gunn in confusion. Suddenly, a loud, high-pitched moan came from the open door of the basement. Fred's eyes widened, and she silently closed the door before following Gunn to the bathroom.



Fred knocked once, hearing the sink running and Gunn's whimpers. "Charles?" She opened the door slowly, peeking her head in. Gunn was in the middle of sticking his head in the sink, under the cold water. She gasped and rushed in, grabbing the back of his shirt and pulling his head out. "Charles!"



Gunn shook his head, spraying specks of water over Fred's face and hair. "Nah, girl- it's too much..." He sighed morosely. "All day, every day- they're like fucking bunnies! I mean, WHO has all that energy?! They just keep goin' at it and I'M the only one catchin' them- it's too much." He grabbed a towel, wiping his face. "Fred, girl-" Gunn grabbed his girlfriend's shoulders. "Cordy's like my sister. My little sister. Seein' her getting bumped and grinded by MY boss is kinda traumatizing, you know?" She nodded sympathetically. Suddenly, a determined look covered Gunn's face. "My Cordelia-virginal eyes have seen too much- I know the Powers that should Be ain't that pissed at me to be punishin' me like this. They're out of control ...and I'm gonna do somethin' about it-" With that, he stormed out of the bathroom.



Once again, Fred was staring at the empty place where he once stood. Her mind began to race, and a feeling of nervous fear filled her. "W-What? Oh- Charles!" She ran after him.