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Crumbling Control
CHAPTER THREE
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CHAPTER THREE
Connor quietly entered the bedroom area of the loft.
Cordelia lay asleep, the covers kicked to the bottom of the bed. Moonlight
spilled in through the warehouses’ uncurtained windows. Her white nightgown was
bunched up around her waist. The way she lay revealed the curve of her buttocks
and the cute white panties she had on with their fiery little hearts. Her nipples were just barely visible as dark
shadow under the translucent cloth of her gown.
His breath caught as his body responded to the sight of her,
to the subtle scent of her perfume, Dolce and Gabbana. He remembered
that it was expensive, having nearly broken the botby aby accident. Cordelia
rationalized the expense by saying she used so little it lasted a long time and
was worth it. The warm mix of roses, jasmine, oranges, sandalwood and vanilla
that comprised her perfume made his blood surge. He wanted to join her now in
that bed, but even he knew that was creepy and wrong. One didn’t just sneak up on
sleeping women. Okay it was his bed and he did have to get into it somehow. He
figured not covering her body with his was the safe way to do it. But he wanted
to hold her close, to pull himself into her completely.
But it was more than just this moment that made him want
her. He had thought about it through dinner. The pilfered wallet afforded them
dinner at the Outback Steak House with plenty left over. The rare steak had
been delicious. He tore into it with vigor, the way he wanted to tear into
Cordelia. She had looked at him fish-eyed as he used his roll to mop up the
blood on his plate but he had been taught never to waste food and told her so.
She gave him the leftover bits of her chicken and they shared a chunk of
cheesecake. She had flirted with him throughout dinner. He was certain of it,
even though he really hadn’t ever encountered the behavior before. Why else
would she wear shirts open so far he could see the swell of her breasts if she
weren’t flirting, if she didn’t want him noticing her?
She had had a margarita with dinner. The huge drink –
delicious he had decided having snuck a taste when she went to the ladies room
– had made her giggly. He appreciated this mood of hers. They talked about
things that had nothing to do with her having no memory and less to do with his
father. He liked it like that. He couldn’t remember now what they had talked
about but their fingers had met on the table as they talked, their ankles
tangled under it.
But when they got home, Cordelia cooled somehow. She had
read her magazine then gone to bed without him. Had he misread her intentions?
He wasn’t sure so he had let her go without protest. And he knew he had no
business staring at her as she slept. But he couldn’t deny the part of him that
wanted her, wanted her to notice him, wanted her to never think of Angel again.
His lips parted in a wicked smile as he imagined the look on his father’s face
if he ever found out that his son had stolen away his woman. That alone would
make it worth it. He knew that thought was cruel and hurtful to everyone
involved, himself included, but he couldn’t help feeling that way.
Cordelia rolled in her sleep and he froze. The last thing he
wanted was for her to wake up and see him in this state. If she had any
interest in him, surely the idea of him watching her sleep would just ruin
that. And beyond wanting to hurt Angel, Connor did want Cordelia for himself.
He couldn’t qualify how he felt, love or lust, he just knew that he did feel
something undeniable.
Connor hobbled from the room and went into the bathroom. He
had heard jokes from Gunn about cold showers. He got into the shower, startled
by how painfully intense that could be. He had bathed in frigid streams in the
demon dimension he had been raised in but itn’t n’t ever felt like this. He
huddled against the back of the tub, cold water pounding his back, streaming
around his buttocks. His errant flesh seemed fairly unimpressed by the cold
water. He hated this. He hated having no control over his own body. Holtz had
taught him this was a waste of energy better spent on other things, as if there
had been anything to mate with in Quor-toth.
Connor’s whole experience with women was a fumbling kiss
with Sunny before she overdosed in a flophouse bathroom and his odd
interactions with Cordelia and Fred. No one had told him this was normal for a
teenaged boy. All he knew was Holtz’s fanatical preaching born out of a
morality a century out of date. Miserable, Connor let his hand cup his hard
quivering flesh. He didn’t know much about pleasuring himself and after the
time he had been caught at it, he had never tried it again. Now he stroked
himself, letting instinct take over. He was almost surprised when he orgasmed
into his hand. He stared at the sticky white fluid in disgust, letting it wash
away as he remained hunched up in the freezing shower until he was blue and
shivering.
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CHAPTER THREE
Connor quietly entered the bedroom area of the loft.
Cordelia lay asleep, the covers kicked to the bottom of the bed. Moonlight
spilled in through the warehouses’ uncurtained windows. Her white nightgown was
bunched up around her waist. The way she lay revealed the curve of her buttocks
and the cute white panties she had on with their fiery little hearts. Her nipples were just barely visible as dark
shadow under the translucent cloth of her gown.
His breath caught as his body responded to the sight of her,
to the subtle scent of her perfume, Dolce and Gabbana. He remembered
that it was expensive, having nearly broken the botby aby accident. Cordelia
rationalized the expense by saying she used so little it lasted a long time and
was worth it. The warm mix of roses, jasmine, oranges, sandalwood and vanilla
that comprised her perfume made his blood surge. He wanted to join her now in
that bed, but even he knew that was creepy and wrong. One didn’t just sneak up on
sleeping women. Okay it was his bed and he did have to get into it somehow. He
figured not covering her body with his was the safe way to do it. But he wanted
to hold her close, to pull himself into her completely.
But it was more than just this moment that made him want
her. He had thought about it through dinner. The pilfered wallet afforded them
dinner at the Outback Steak House with plenty left over. The rare steak had
been delicious. He tore into it with vigor, the way he wanted to tear into
Cordelia. She had looked at him fish-eyed as he used his roll to mop up the
blood on his plate but he had been taught never to waste food and told her so.
She gave him the leftover bits of her chicken and they shared a chunk of
cheesecake. She had flirted with him throughout dinner. He was certain of it,
even though he really hadn’t ever encountered the behavior before. Why else
would she wear shirts open so far he could see the swell of her breasts if she
weren’t flirting, if she didn’t want him noticing her?
She had had a margarita with dinner. The huge drink –
delicious he had decided having snuck a taste when she went to the ladies room
– had made her giggly. He appreciated this mood of hers. They talked about
things that had nothing to do with her having no memory and less to do with his
father. He liked it like that. He couldn’t remember now what they had talked
about but their fingers had met on the table as they talked, their ankles
tangled under it.
But when they got home, Cordelia cooled somehow. She had
read her magazine then gone to bed without him. Had he misread her intentions?
He wasn’t sure so he had let her go without protest. And he knew he had no
business staring at her as she slept. But he couldn’t deny the part of him that
wanted her, wanted her to notice him, wanted her to never think of Angel again.
His lips parted in a wicked smile as he imagined the look on his father’s face
if he ever found out that his son had stolen away his woman. That alone would
make it worth it. He knew that thought was cruel and hurtful to everyone
involved, himself included, but he couldn’t help feeling that way.
Cordelia rolled in her sleep and he froze. The last thing he
wanted was for her to wake up and see him in this state. If she had any
interest in him, surely the idea of him watching her sleep would just ruin
that. And beyond wanting to hurt Angel, Connor did want Cordelia for himself.
He couldn’t qualify how he felt, love or lust, he just knew that he did feel
something undeniable.
Connor hobbled from the room and went into the bathroom. He
had heard jokes from Gunn about cold showers. He got into the shower, startled
by how painfully intense that could be. He had bathed in frigid streams in the
demon dimension he had been raised in but itn’t n’t ever felt like this. He
huddled against the back of the tub, cold water pounding his back, streaming
around his buttocks. His errant flesh seemed fairly unimpressed by the cold
water. He hated this. He hated having no control over his own body. Holtz had
taught him this was a waste of energy better spent on other things, as if there
had been anything to mate with in Quor-toth.
Connor’s whole experience with women was a fumbling kiss
with Sunny before she overdosed in a flophouse bathroom and his odd
interactions with Cordelia and Fred. No one had told him this was normal for a
teenaged boy. All he knew was Holtz’s fanatical preaching born out of a
morality a century out of date. Miserable, Connor let his hand cup his hard
quivering flesh. He didn’t know much about pleasuring himself and after the
time he had been caught at it, he had never tried it again. Now he stroked
himself, letting instinct take over. He was almost surprised when he orgasmed
into his hand. He stared at the sticky white fluid in disgust, letting it wash
away as he remained hunched up in the freezing shower until he was blue and
shivering.