Roomies

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~Part 7: A Brunette’s Blonde Moment~


Cordelia stared at Angel, wide eyed. Distantly she realized that the vampire was trying to convince her about something to do with Spike. She figured she hadn’t blinked yet so she better do that and, next, she took a breath… not that it did any good. Those four measly little words were stuck and repeating themselves over and over and over and over and well…

“He’s staying with us?” she finally asked and tilted her head to the side briefly. Yeah, she was willing to admit that she was having a blond moment but all females are allowed to at one point or another. Considering the situation she figured she was allowed – more then allowed, expected.

Silence followed her statement. Angel met her gaze and held it. Finally he answered her in a deeply serious voice, “Yes.”

The room felt like it was closing in on her and Cordelia plopped down into the over stuffed chair that Angel kept in his bedroom. She sighed and ran a hand through her long dark hair. “Isn’t he technically evil or something? Didn’t he recently try to kill us?”

A small grin touched the vampire’s lips. He crouched down in front of the girl and took her hands in his. At first he didn’t speak, he just looked into her eyes. “Yes, he is evil and yes he did try to kill us but something happened to him back in Sunnydale. I don’t know why yet, but he went back there. Some soldiers captured him and they did something to him. They made it so he can’t kill or hit or do anything to even remotely cause pain. That’s how the More-aff managed to capture him in the first place.”

“So he can’t hurt anything?”

Angel shook his head slowly. “Don’t worry about it. He’s going to stay out on the hide-a-bed and we will share my bed; it’s got room enough for at least three anyways.” He sighed and pulled the girl into his arms. “He’s my Childe, Cordy, I can’t turn him away. I couldn’t even if I had wanted to. There’s something about the situation that sort of reminds me of when I first got my soul.”

Cordelia plucked at a loose thread on Angel’s shirt. She cuddled into his chest and whispered, “So does he still think that we’re really lovers?”

Complete unprepared for the question, Angel looked into the girl’s eyes. He saw the uncertainty there but deeper then that he saw lust and maybe even love. Slowly, so as not to startle her, he brought his lips to hers. The kiss barely began before he pulled back and looked into her eyes again. “As soon as you’re ready, we can be.”

The desire that flared up in her eyes had him gasping and he moved to kiss her again. At first he kept the kisses short and almost chaste as he gauged just how much she wanted him. Silently, he stood and guided her to the bed, gently lying her down.

He leaned down and met her lips with a soft kiss that quickly wasn’t enough. He couldn’t take the chasteness anymore and let his tongue drag across her top lip before he lightly bit her bottom lip. Meanwhile, his hands found one of her breasts. With the unexpected contact, Cordelia gasped and Angel tongue shot foreword to immediately take advantage of her opened mouth. With a moan, his tongue tangled with hers and passion flared up.

Desperate for more, Angel nudged her legs apart and inserted a thigh between them. His hands began to pull at the buttons of her blouse but soon he gave up and tore his lips from hers.

“How much do you like this blouse?” he gasped out in a husky voice.

A whimper escaped Cordelia at the loss of contact. She blindly sought out Angel’s lips until she realized that he wouldn’t continue kissing or touching her until she said something. She wracked her brain for the appropriate response before finally just breathing the words, “I want to feel your hands on me.”

Angel growled, and then the sound of buttons flying across the room and hitting the walls reached Cordelia’s ears. He was greeted with lightly tanned skin and a silky black bra. With a feral grin he raised an eyebrow at the brunet before swooping down and capturing one of those silk covered mounds between his lips. He licked and sucked and hummed against the fabric while his hands went to work unhooking it. Above him, Cordelia was reduced to whimpering and moaning as she figured out that she had said the right thing.

Finally Angel pulled Cordelia up and pulled off her shirt and bra in a single movement. Placing her back down, he just looked at her. When she let out a sound of frustration his lips again found her left breast. He rolled her nipple between his teeth while his hand crushed and fondled her right breast. After a few minutes he switched and by the time he started to move past her breasts, he had her babbling uncontrollably and incoherently.

He licked and kissed and nibbled his way across her stomach. He distracted her with his mouth as his hands opened the button of her jeans and dragged down the zipper. As he slowly tugged off her jeans and panties he touched, kissed, licked and nipped at every bit of skin that he uncovered, paying special attention to her navel.

By the time he had her completely nude she was a trembling mess, begging him to touch her where she needed it most. Angel planned to but first he quickly undressed himself. He stood over her and looked at her quivering form and stroked himself slowly before kneeling between her knees and leaning toward her already wet opening.

Cordelia cried out when Angel first touched her clit. He didn’t just touch it: he dragged his tongue along her weeping hole and up that sensitive bundle of nerves. She had never felt such strong sensations and then he thrust a finger into her without warning.

“Oh God, Angel!” she screamed and began to rock against his finger and tongue. Soon he had three fingers inside of her along with his tongue against her clit. She couldn’t stop babbling, begging him for the bliss that she knew was just out of her reach. He brought her to the edge again and again and when he finally let her fall over she saw stars.

Before she had a chance to bathe in the sensations of it all he was inside her. He barely gave her enough time to adjust to his intrusion before he set up a strong and steady pace and before she knew it, she was at the edge again. She moaned and whimpered, encouraging him to go faster and faster. When she went over the edge once again, he was there with her howling her name as she moaned his.

They lay in a tangled mess just recovering before Angel slowly pulled out of her body and dragged the blanket to cover them as they spooned against one another. He felt the brunet relaxing into his arms and held her close to his body; unable to stop the purring that vibrated from deep within his chest. Just as he felt the urge to follow her into deep slumber, she stirred and stiffened.

He frowned and brought up a hand to pet the woman’s hair. “Cordy?” he asked softly when she remained stiff. “Gorgeous, what’s wrong?”

A sigh fell from her lips as if of its own accord and she tried to pull away from him. He kept his arms around her and held on tightly until she gave up. He fought the urge to growl and, instead, began kissing the back of her neck. “Tell me.”

“I guess I wasn’t all that good huh?”

The question felt like a slap in the face to Angel. He sat back a bit and looked at her with nothing short of horror marring his face. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Silence fell and suddenly Angel clued in. He chuckled softly and pulled the brunet against him. “You think that because I didn’t loose my soul…?” he trailed off.

When she didn’t reply Angel knew he had hit the mark. “Cordy, the spell that Willow used to re-soul me didn’t have a clause. The spell was not one of vengeance. I had a feeling about it shortly after I got the strength to think straight. Before I left Sunnydale, I spoke with Willow. I made her swear that she would never tell Buffy what we found out. I wanted Buffy to believe that there was no possible way for us to ever be together.”

Cordelia processed all this but she didn’t relax. “So, you don’t want to be with Buffy anymore? You just take the easy out and make her think that if the two of you are together bad things will happen?”

Angel turned the brunet around so that they were facing each other. His finger touched her chin and she looked into his eyes. “Yes, I want Buffy to have as normal a life as a Slayer possibly can. I found a way for her to believe that we can’t be together.

“The reason why I wanted Buffy to think that we didn’t have a chance was mostly selfish reasons. I’m a vampire and she’s a Slayer. We are born enemies and nothing will change that. When I first met her my demon wanted little more then to tear her to pieces. Soon my demon’s infatuation with her manifested itself in my soul in the form of lust. I know I said I loved her but I was being faced with two different forms of infatuations on two completely different ends of the scale. I thought that it was love. We could never really be together anyways. You couldn’t imagine how hard she tried to make me forget about my demon.

“She wanted the man, the body, but she didn’t want everything that came with it. She believed – and still does – that Angel and Angelus are two separate beings but that’s not how the world works. Angelus is what I’ve named my demon. The soul controls it. Let’s say that it acts as a leash. I – Angel, the demon with the soul and Angelus, the demon without the soul – am still one creature.

“I look in your eyes and I see something that I never saw in Buffy’s. You don’t mindlessly open a blind during the day or ask if I’ll take you out for a picnic or speak of a future that might never happen. If I could find a way to keep you in the sunlight and away from the demon, I don’t think I would use it. I’m too selfish to give you up.”

Cordelia looked deep into Angel’s eyes and finally she came to a silent decision and relaxed against his chest. After a few minutes she said tenderly, “I love you Angel.”

“I love you too, Cordelia,” Angel whispered in her ear. For the first time since Angel’s soul had been reestablished, Angel felt his demon calm and his soul loosen its hold without worrying about losing its power over the demon. The two were both satisfied and content. Even if only for a while, it felt good to find such peace.