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Mine
Mine
by Ten
(Updated 2/21/03)
=====================================================================
Spoilers: RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Angel/Cordy
DISCLAIMER: All characters and some of the storyline belong to the god that is Joss Whedon (all hail and bow low before him), and WB, UPN, Mutant Enemy and some other people, but not me. I just enjoy playing with them for my own personal, greedy gratification. :-)
SPOILERS: No real spoilage, future
SUMMARY: Make up sex, PWP
DISTRIBUTION: Ask and ye shall receive
EMAIL: teneniel@hotmail.com
WEBSITE: http://www.mustangcordy.com
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Cordy laid in the king size bed alone and naked. Her skin was still tingling with anger and frustration at the argument with Buffy and how Angel had ultimately handled it. Buffy was not a part of their lives anymore and every time she pulled something like this it made Cordy seethe. She had wanted to lay into Buffy more times than she could remember, and though some of what was said was cruel, it was also true. It was time SOMEONE told Buffy the way of things and exactly what a spoiled, manipulative tyrant she had been, not only to Spike, but to Angel as well and all the people who loved her.
She felt that familiar twinge again, that little constricting of her heart which reminded her that she had not been Angel's first choice, that she could never be, for all intent and purposes, his soul mate. The disappointment that the love of her life had a part of himself which would never belong to her was sometimes overwhelming. For the most part she had come to terms with their relationship. They belonged to each other, but there were places she couldn't go with him. They never, EVER talked about Buffy. That part of their lives was over; as if Sunnydale had been a dream and then life began anew in Los Angeles. They never had to deal with how much he had loved her. Angel had simply admitted to himself that he and Buffy could never have one another, so they separated, and things eventually cooled. However, even after all these years, she had a recurring nightmare where Buffy came to Los Ans ans and claimed Angel as her own. In her heart of hearts, Cordelia was plagued with the aching doubt that if that happened, Angel would go to Buffy ... and abandon her.
Cordy knew it would break her heart to even hear him talk about Buffy in such a personal way, but she also knew it would break Angel even more to have to say it to her. She had no doubt that he loved her. She also had no doubt that there was a piece of him, which would always belong to Buffy and would be vulnerable to her, no matter how good they were together. She had seen it flare up in the adjacent room only an hour or so ago. She had felt herself strangling at seeing Angel with Buffy. He still looked at her like he did in 1999, with the pain of tortured love on his face.
Cordy swallowed down that memory, storing it away to deal with later or not at all. Then she got out of bed, tinkering around the hotel room in the nude, lighting candles, adjusting the curtains for maximum shielding from the sun, adding more candles, brushing her hair. It was all busy work. She needed Angel, needed to touch him and feel him inside her and know they were all right and that the Slayer hadn't come between them. She needed to know that what she had proclaimed in the tension-filled, crowded room had been true. That he was hers. Mine.
In the bathroom mirror she examined herself with a small smile. "Still a stunner Cordy, ol' girl," she said to herself. Even though she was 34, because of her demon aspect, she still appeared as if she were 21. She was physically a perfect match for her perfect husband. She was soft and curvy where he was hard and sculptured. They were the perfect height, she fit perfectly in his arms standing, sitting, and lying down. A sly smile crept across her full lips. Especially lying down.
She heard the door open and fought herself to stay where she was. Her first instinct was to run to Angel's arms, but she didn't want to seem too eager right now, she didn't want to appear insecure, even though she desperately was. Every fiber in her being was insecure right now, needing validation, affection, and adoration from him. Reassurance that he was indeed hers.
She pretended to brush her hair and quietly waited for him to find her there in the bathroom. It didn't take long. In only a few moments she feis pis presence in the doorway. He stood there, casually leaned against the doorframe, watching her. His eyes half-closed as his thoughts became apparent to her. Even after all this time, it still bothered her that she couldn't see him in the mirror, particularly right now when she wanted to see his expression and watch him watch her. She didn't say a word. Neither did he.
Slowly Angel moved toward her, his deep sable eyes turning smoky with passion and anticipation. He didn't touch her at first, he simply stood impossibly close to her and inhaled deeply, savoring her scent and searching it for the unmistakable muskiness of her arousal. It was subtle, but it was there and that brought a sly smile to Angel's lips. He buried his face in the back of her hair, letting the dark tresses caress his face and fill him with the heady scent that could only mean "Cordelia" to him. She stopped wearing designer fragrances long ago, at his request, because he much preferred her natural scent to something artificial and manufactured. It was intoxicating. SHE was intoxicating.
In the last few years, Cordy had become the epitome of a woman in her prime. Not just physically, but also spiritually and emotionally. She had come so far from the spoiled little rich girl she had been in high school that it was hard to believe it was the same person. She was a glorious creature.
Still not touching her, he began to sniff her in an almost animalistic way, starting with her hair and working his way down her back, waist, buttocks, and legs. Cordelia could feel the movement of air around her body as he pulled it into him. Without seeing him in the mirror it was that much more exciting. On his way back up, he blew softly across her bare skin, the counterpoint to breathing her in. Every tiny hair on her body stood up, begging for more attention from him. They didn't have to wait long.
Angel took both his hands and gently grabbed handfuls of her hair, pulling his fingers through, feeling the texture and weight of it. From there he lightly touched her neck and shoulders, running his fingertips down her arms. His touch was like a whisper of more love to come. As he reached her waist he slipped his arms around her and pulled her to him, tracing the tiny curve of her navel as he pressed his full, hardening length into her back. It was a tease. He pulled back almost immediately as he lightly dragged his nails back around to her back once more.
Cordy shivered as her eyes closed and a moan crept away from heforefore she could stop it. Damn. She hantednted to withhold it from him as long as she could. She should have known. No one could so completely possess her body like Angel. She was his, from the first glance to the final shuttering orgasm; there was nothing she could really hold back from him. He drew love from her like a magnet. She knew it. He knew it.
As he reached the back of her knees, cool lips butterfly kissing their way back up her thighs and hips replaced the tiny touches. When her reached her waist again, strong hands turned her around to face him as his tongue mirrored his fingers' actions around her navel, dipping into it to taste her more fully before dropping slightly to nuzzle her dark curls. Her arousal was unmistakable now, and Angel felt himself harden almost to the point of pain. But what a beautiful pain. All for her.
With a long, slow stroke of this tongue, he moved up her body, through the valley between her breasts and up er ner neck. He hovered over his mark on her, the two-holed scar at the joining of her neck and shoulder that claimed her as his mate. Not just his consort. Not just a temporary human companion. His mate. For always. She smiled and sighed into him as he gave her that tiny reminder, and then he punctuated it with a whisper across her ear, his voice low, rich and full of passion and sincerity. A single word that made Cordelia crumble inside.
"Mine."
Suddenly she couldn't breathe. It was as if everything in the world had stopped for them, for this one moment so they could reassure and claim each other again. No Slayer, no conflict, no hidden, aching doubt in either of their minds. The one word said it all. Cordy had proclaimed it herself, just a while ago in the other room, in front of Buffy. A proclamation that no part of Angel belonged to the Slayer anymore. Even as Cordy had said it, she wasn't sure she believed it entirely herself. But nwithwith one word, Angel had validated everything they were, are, and would ever be. Mine.
She opened to him, searching for his lips to engulf them with her own. Tasting him, drawing his tongue deeply into her mouth, holding it there, her own dancing with it in silent movements of love. Their moans mixed within each other, tandem and simultaneous, a joining of spirit as well as hearts as he shook himself free of his clothing.
Angel lifted her onto the bathroom countermirimiring her back and the curve of her ass in the mirror, then caressing them, as his body parted her legs so that he would step between them. Hugged by her soft, pale thighs, he pressed into her, his hard, throbbing cock just touching her wet, welcoming entrance. She squirmed toward him, wanting to feel him inside her and he held back as long as he could. It wasn't long. As Cordelia moved from his lips, across his jaw line and onto his neck, she bit his flesh softly and a surge of desire coursed through both of them as he plunged into her. She licked at him, sucked him into her mouth, devouring his neck asir bir bodies joined in the deep, carnal embrace.
Cordy wrapped her legs around his waist, he lifted her and pulled back from the counter, turning instead to the adjacent wall and pushing her into it. He lowered her slightly so that with each stroke, he caressed her clit, delighting her inside and out. This incredible man with his vampire strength was able to be so gentle and thorough in their acts of mating, seeing to it that they shared every single sensation together rather than two random bodies pleasuring each other separately. Each slow stroke went deeper into her, filling her, seeking out the core of her being as well as her sexuality. She began to work with him, thrusting toward him as he pushed further into her, each stroke building in intensity to the point of no return and an inevitable, explosive conclusion.
They began to slide down the cool, tile wall; Angel allowed it, letting them both be pulled down to the ground, almost as part of the Earth itself. They were one with it and with each other. He fell to his back, Cordelia taking the top, riding him alternately with shallow and deep strokes, even with her urgent need so desperate to be released and his hovering near hers. She could feel him almost there when she pulled away, standing over him, her legs straddling his hips. She looked down at him, her chest heaving breathlessly, and she licked her lips slowly as she moved back to the counter.
Angel was on his feet like a shot, his rigid cock seeking her again, wanting to be engulfed by her. He enveloped her in his arms once again, returning them to their original position. Cordy adjusted to stretch one long, slender leg up over Angel's shoulder and wrapped the other around his waist, pulling him in even further as they began their coupling anew,h sth stroke filling the other with urgency and passion. Harder and harder he pounded into her, as she arched her back and worked with him until an urgent, intense shudder of pleasure overtook them both, crashing and swallowing them in wave after wave of prolonged pleasure. They both cried out with indiscernible words of release. Their intent plain as they fell together onto the floor entirely spent and intertwined like the rings of a delicate chain .... mine.
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by Ten
(Updated 2/21/03)
=====================================================================
Spoilers: RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Angel/Cordy
DISCLAIMER: All characters and some of the storyline belong to the god that is Joss Whedon (all hail and bow low before him), and WB, UPN, Mutant Enemy and some other people, but not me. I just enjoy playing with them for my own personal, greedy gratification. :-)
SPOILERS: No real spoilage, future
SUMMARY: Make up sex, PWP
DISTRIBUTION: Ask and ye shall receive
EMAIL: teneniel@hotmail.com
WEBSITE: http://www.mustangcordy.com
=====================================================================
Cordy laid in the king size bed alone and naked. Her skin was still tingling with anger and frustration at the argument with Buffy and how Angel had ultimately handled it. Buffy was not a part of their lives anymore and every time she pulled something like this it made Cordy seethe. She had wanted to lay into Buffy more times than she could remember, and though some of what was said was cruel, it was also true. It was time SOMEONE told Buffy the way of things and exactly what a spoiled, manipulative tyrant she had been, not only to Spike, but to Angel as well and all the people who loved her.
She felt that familiar twinge again, that little constricting of her heart which reminded her that she had not been Angel's first choice, that she could never be, for all intent and purposes, his soul mate. The disappointment that the love of her life had a part of himself which would never belong to her was sometimes overwhelming. For the most part she had come to terms with their relationship. They belonged to each other, but there were places she couldn't go with him. They never, EVER talked about Buffy. That part of their lives was over; as if Sunnydale had been a dream and then life began anew in Los Angeles. They never had to deal with how much he had loved her. Angel had simply admitted to himself that he and Buffy could never have one another, so they separated, and things eventually cooled. However, even after all these years, she had a recurring nightmare where Buffy came to Los Ans ans and claimed Angel as her own. In her heart of hearts, Cordelia was plagued with the aching doubt that if that happened, Angel would go to Buffy ... and abandon her.
Cordy knew it would break her heart to even hear him talk about Buffy in such a personal way, but she also knew it would break Angel even more to have to say it to her. She had no doubt that he loved her. She also had no doubt that there was a piece of him, which would always belong to Buffy and would be vulnerable to her, no matter how good they were together. She had seen it flare up in the adjacent room only an hour or so ago. She had felt herself strangling at seeing Angel with Buffy. He still looked at her like he did in 1999, with the pain of tortured love on his face.
Cordy swallowed down that memory, storing it away to deal with later or not at all. Then she got out of bed, tinkering around the hotel room in the nude, lighting candles, adjusting the curtains for maximum shielding from the sun, adding more candles, brushing her hair. It was all busy work. She needed Angel, needed to touch him and feel him inside her and know they were all right and that the Slayer hadn't come between them. She needed to know that what she had proclaimed in the tension-filled, crowded room had been true. That he was hers. Mine.
In the bathroom mirror she examined herself with a small smile. "Still a stunner Cordy, ol' girl," she said to herself. Even though she was 34, because of her demon aspect, she still appeared as if she were 21. She was physically a perfect match for her perfect husband. She was soft and curvy where he was hard and sculptured. They were the perfect height, she fit perfectly in his arms standing, sitting, and lying down. A sly smile crept across her full lips. Especially lying down.
She heard the door open and fought herself to stay where she was. Her first instinct was to run to Angel's arms, but she didn't want to seem too eager right now, she didn't want to appear insecure, even though she desperately was. Every fiber in her being was insecure right now, needing validation, affection, and adoration from him. Reassurance that he was indeed hers.
She pretended to brush her hair and quietly waited for him to find her there in the bathroom. It didn't take long. In only a few moments she feis pis presence in the doorway. He stood there, casually leaned against the doorframe, watching her. His eyes half-closed as his thoughts became apparent to her. Even after all this time, it still bothered her that she couldn't see him in the mirror, particularly right now when she wanted to see his expression and watch him watch her. She didn't say a word. Neither did he.
Slowly Angel moved toward her, his deep sable eyes turning smoky with passion and anticipation. He didn't touch her at first, he simply stood impossibly close to her and inhaled deeply, savoring her scent and searching it for the unmistakable muskiness of her arousal. It was subtle, but it was there and that brought a sly smile to Angel's lips. He buried his face in the back of her hair, letting the dark tresses caress his face and fill him with the heady scent that could only mean "Cordelia" to him. She stopped wearing designer fragrances long ago, at his request, because he much preferred her natural scent to something artificial and manufactured. It was intoxicating. SHE was intoxicating.
In the last few years, Cordy had become the epitome of a woman in her prime. Not just physically, but also spiritually and emotionally. She had come so far from the spoiled little rich girl she had been in high school that it was hard to believe it was the same person. She was a glorious creature.
Still not touching her, he began to sniff her in an almost animalistic way, starting with her hair and working his way down her back, waist, buttocks, and legs. Cordelia could feel the movement of air around her body as he pulled it into him. Without seeing him in the mirror it was that much more exciting. On his way back up, he blew softly across her bare skin, the counterpoint to breathing her in. Every tiny hair on her body stood up, begging for more attention from him. They didn't have to wait long.
Angel took both his hands and gently grabbed handfuls of her hair, pulling his fingers through, feeling the texture and weight of it. From there he lightly touched her neck and shoulders, running his fingertips down her arms. His touch was like a whisper of more love to come. As he reached her waist he slipped his arms around her and pulled her to him, tracing the tiny curve of her navel as he pressed his full, hardening length into her back. It was a tease. He pulled back almost immediately as he lightly dragged his nails back around to her back once more.
Cordy shivered as her eyes closed and a moan crept away from heforefore she could stop it. Damn. She hantednted to withhold it from him as long as she could. She should have known. No one could so completely possess her body like Angel. She was his, from the first glance to the final shuttering orgasm; there was nothing she could really hold back from him. He drew love from her like a magnet. She knew it. He knew it.
As he reached the back of her knees, cool lips butterfly kissing their way back up her thighs and hips replaced the tiny touches. When her reached her waist again, strong hands turned her around to face him as his tongue mirrored his fingers' actions around her navel, dipping into it to taste her more fully before dropping slightly to nuzzle her dark curls. Her arousal was unmistakable now, and Angel felt himself harden almost to the point of pain. But what a beautiful pain. All for her.
With a long, slow stroke of this tongue, he moved up her body, through the valley between her breasts and up er ner neck. He hovered over his mark on her, the two-holed scar at the joining of her neck and shoulder that claimed her as his mate. Not just his consort. Not just a temporary human companion. His mate. For always. She smiled and sighed into him as he gave her that tiny reminder, and then he punctuated it with a whisper across her ear, his voice low, rich and full of passion and sincerity. A single word that made Cordelia crumble inside.
"Mine."
Suddenly she couldn't breathe. It was as if everything in the world had stopped for them, for this one moment so they could reassure and claim each other again. No Slayer, no conflict, no hidden, aching doubt in either of their minds. The one word said it all. Cordy had proclaimed it herself, just a while ago in the other room, in front of Buffy. A proclamation that no part of Angel belonged to the Slayer anymore. Even as Cordy had said it, she wasn't sure she believed it entirely herself. But nwithwith one word, Angel had validated everything they were, are, and would ever be. Mine.
She opened to him, searching for his lips to engulf them with her own. Tasting him, drawing his tongue deeply into her mouth, holding it there, her own dancing with it in silent movements of love. Their moans mixed within each other, tandem and simultaneous, a joining of spirit as well as hearts as he shook himself free of his clothing.
Angel lifted her onto the bathroom countermirimiring her back and the curve of her ass in the mirror, then caressing them, as his body parted her legs so that he would step between them. Hugged by her soft, pale thighs, he pressed into her, his hard, throbbing cock just touching her wet, welcoming entrance. She squirmed toward him, wanting to feel him inside her and he held back as long as he could. It wasn't long. As Cordelia moved from his lips, across his jaw line and onto his neck, she bit his flesh softly and a surge of desire coursed through both of them as he plunged into her. She licked at him, sucked him into her mouth, devouring his neck asir bir bodies joined in the deep, carnal embrace.
Cordy wrapped her legs around his waist, he lifted her and pulled back from the counter, turning instead to the adjacent wall and pushing her into it. He lowered her slightly so that with each stroke, he caressed her clit, delighting her inside and out. This incredible man with his vampire strength was able to be so gentle and thorough in their acts of mating, seeing to it that they shared every single sensation together rather than two random bodies pleasuring each other separately. Each slow stroke went deeper into her, filling her, seeking out the core of her being as well as her sexuality. She began to work with him, thrusting toward him as he pushed further into her, each stroke building in intensity to the point of no return and an inevitable, explosive conclusion.
They began to slide down the cool, tile wall; Angel allowed it, letting them both be pulled down to the ground, almost as part of the Earth itself. They were one with it and with each other. He fell to his back, Cordelia taking the top, riding him alternately with shallow and deep strokes, even with her urgent need so desperate to be released and his hovering near hers. She could feel him almost there when she pulled away, standing over him, her legs straddling his hips. She looked down at him, her chest heaving breathlessly, and she licked her lips slowly as she moved back to the counter.
Angel was on his feet like a shot, his rigid cock seeking her again, wanting to be engulfed by her. He enveloped her in his arms once again, returning them to their original position. Cordy adjusted to stretch one long, slender leg up over Angel's shoulder and wrapped the other around his waist, pulling him in even further as they began their coupling anew,h sth stroke filling the other with urgency and passion. Harder and harder he pounded into her, as she arched her back and worked with him until an urgent, intense shudder of pleasure overtook them both, crashing and swallowing them in wave after wave of prolonged pleasure. They both cried out with indiscernible words of release. Their intent plain as they fell together onto the floor entirely spent and intertwined like the rings of a delicate chain .... mine.
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