Dreams
Dreams
Title:
Dreams
Author:
Email: SiHC@hHC@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: All the
characters you recognize belong to someone else, as usual.
Fandom: Ats
Category: Smut, glimpse, and a moment in time.
Characters/Pairing:
Angelus/Darla
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers:
think…
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AN:
waiting for my time on the computer, the one with access to the net. It’s
something that occurred to me while I was thinking – what can I write that is
not major angst. I wanted to take a pause to Choicr IIr II.
Acknowledgment:
a big THANK YOU to Mofetash for betaing this…
Feedback:
It’s really what
sustains us authors so that would be a yes please!
Dedication: To anyone who likes Angelus and his immortal mate (to those who
haven’t guessed it, that’s Darla folks!)
Summary:
Darla must come
through with her promise, and what does Aus ask for
the pay-up? Strangely enough nothing kinky to her rather big disappointment.
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Pouring
himself a cup of coffee, half listening to his seers ranting again, watching
her from the corner of his eye as she hovered over Wesley’s shoulders
explicitly pointing at something, Angel was still not so distracted that he
didn’t detect the man standing by the entrées to the lobby, looking rather
unsure of himself.
Calmly
sipping, he replaced the kettle down in the coffeemaker. Turning around, he
approached the man and with a quick look over and a sniff he determined that
whatever he was there for it wasn’t of the “supernatural” cause. He didn’t
smell that kind of subtle smell those people usually had over
actually had no notion whatsoever of what went bump in the night.
Obviously
the man was nervous and as his eyes caught sight of Angel the level increased.
Amused, Angel observed as the man wetted his lips and took a hesitant step
forward.
Before
Angel could say anything the surprisingly dark voice of the man could be heard.
n cln class=GramE>That made Cordelia stop in mid sentence, her face
brightening up like a Christmas tree when her eyes landed on the potential
client. She’s gonna be disappointed, Angel sing-sang in his mind.
And sure enough, as her eyes managed to catalogue everything visual
about him, her smile dimmed significantly.style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'> Ouch , subtle Cor…real
subtle.
“Are you Mr
Angel?”
Shaking
himself out of his mental wandering Angel brought his attention back to the
man. He was dressed rather formal, but not in any suit that he recognized, especially
not for a deliveryman, which, peering behind him and seeing a rather big
package leaning against the wall, would indicate that he was.
Acknowledging
that indeed he was Angel the man turned around and hoisted the big, flat object
and motioned Angel forward handed it over.
“This is
for you.”
Taking hold
of it he watched as the man turned to walk out.
“Hey, aren’t
I supposed to write on something.” Angel called out after the retreg mag man.
looking down at the package in his hand he entertained briefly the idea of
going after him but alas – it was day. Shrugging, he turned around and
positioned the object against the round couch in the middle of the lobby.
He heard
Cordelia walk up behind him agreeing with Wesley that that was odd. Just
leaving liket.
“Do you
think it’s dangerous?” Wesley asked, tentively poking
the brown paper that covered the thing. “One of Wolfram & Hart’s little
gifts, perhaps, again?”
“No, I
don’t think so” Angel shook his head. “I didn’t feel anything off about him.”
and let us all have a look..”
“ Wes, we
where in the middle of something I believe.”
lasslass=MsoNormal>Looking at
Wesley, who watched Cordelia´s retreating back, he patiently waited. As he
caught his eyes Angel nodded towards her and smiled, “you go ahead.”
little gifts, I’ll let you know.”
Hoisting it
up Angel walked up to his rooms. Instead walking into his suit he chose another
room down the hall, just in case…
It was a
rather bare room with just a couple of chairs. The wallpaper, like most of the
old Hotel, was dark with age and falling off in places and like a lot of
windows in the building, the ones in here were bordered up. Closing the door
behind him he walked to the side and lent thjectject against the wall.
prided himself that he had managed to acquire a rather good ability to sense
when it involved them.
Squatting
before it he let his hand hover just mere inches from the surface. He could
still hear Cordelia going on at full steam, as she had picked up where she had
left off before this little interruption.
Listening
once again with half
an ear (metaphorically speaking), he let his mind wander, pondering if he should
open it up now or wait. Suddenly he shook his head as the enraged screeching
voice of Cordelia pierced his ears.
“Dammit
Wes, You promised! We had a deal, you CAN NOT back out!”
style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Hmmstyle='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>, something about that sentence sparked
something buried deep within him, a memory.
Straightening
himself up, he took a few steps back and sank into one of the chairs. With his
brows furrowed deep it didn’t take long before the memory resurfaced for the
first time in a very long time.
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Stepping
into the foyer of the current house they had acquired for their stay, Angelus
took off his gloves, a satisfactory smile on his face.
told you not to be fooled by his be fea features.
Taking his
cane, he deposited it in the holder with some others. He handed over his
overcoat and gloves to the minion waiting beside him. Turning around he watched
as his sire walked in wondering what she had to be so content over. Considering
she was the one that lost their little debt.
She was due to pay up tonight.
want tonight.
Not
listening to the orders she gave to the minions that had gathered there as they
entered, Angelus walked to the parlour (sitting room) where he wanted things to
play out.
Making
himself a drink, he waited for her to enter. Soon he heard the soft
through the door.
Turning, he
watched as she drifted closer to him, a small knowing smile on her lips.
“Well,
well, tonight is the night, hey…My, what ever will you do.” She said softly.
Smirking,
Angelus dipped his head lower, hovering close to her lips. As she stood on her
tiptoes to kiss him he smoothly evaded her, which made her growl.
“Now, now, none of that.”style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'> He admonished her. “This is
Quickly and
as fickle as a summer breeze, she changed her face from one of annoyance to all
pleasant giving him her best girlish smile.
“Of course.
So what do you have planned, my sweet Angel?”
Leaning
down he whispered something into her ear.
“You want
to do WHAT?!” she asked furiously. “by- oh, you…you…”
shaking her head, her eyes glared coldly up at him.
Taking a step
back he just looked at her, unaffected. Setting the glass down
“You can’t
be serious.”
“The deal
was that I could do whatever I wanted should I win, or have you already
forgotten.” He stated, his voice
betraying nothing.
Even though
outwardly he showed no signs, he was in fact carefully, wearily, watching her
as her frame shook. Even though he had rights tonight he had learned to act
cautiously when she blew her fuse.
Luckily it was extremely rare to really enrage her, but when it happened
she could easily match if not surpass him.
Smiling at
her batting his eyelashes, giving his best dear-look, he said, “Pretty please,
sire….”
“I do not
find this amusing Angelus.” She growled at him, sensing his attempt for lightening
things up.
Stepping
cloto hto her Angelus bent his head so that his mouth was near her ear, “Does
that mean you´re going to back out?”
“Grrr, no.style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'> I never back out. Not when it comes to this,
but I thought we were going to do something fun not this…. this!” she said
flinging her arms out indicating the scene around her.
promised, so chop chop and up you go.” Grinding his
hands together he looked expectantly at her.
Narrowing
her eyes at him she stifled a snarl. You
just wait, boy, I’m gonna get you.
lasslass=MsoNormal>Lifting his
eyebrow as time sank pass them Angelus patiently waited. He knew he had her
just where he wanted – though unfortunately, or perhaps not, depending if he
could sway her mind, he knew that he would pay for this, he always did.
Taka
da
deep breath to calm herself down – damn
it and I had such wicked things planned for tonight, but nooo, instead I
am going to waste it doing… - she
shook her shoulders and straightened up her not- so-very- tall figure.
Even though
she was more then a head shorter then him he couldn’t but marvel how she always
managed e abe able to look down at him. Luckily she didn’t do that often as he
had well gotten sick of receiving those types of looks while he was still alive
and it never ended prettily.
He refused
to let that sway what he had planned for this night. He had waited long for
this opportunity and he was damn if he was going to let her scorning attitude
affect him.
“Where do
you want me?” she finally asked. Her shoulders seamed to have sunken in on
herself just a little fraction.
Smiling
broadly he stepped forward and around her so that she had to step back and turn
to keep him in sight. Grabbing a hold of the big curved loveseat he dragged it
a few feet into the room and in front of the fireplace.
She didn’t
lift a finger to help him, one – because he didn’t need it, two – because she
was still miffed that there wasn’t going to be any frolicking. Crossing her
arms she waited for him to finish.
Satisfied
at last with the position of the furniture he went over to where he had placed
the few items he wanted to use earlier today. He had everything under control.
Seeing the
Chinese silk sheet in his hands, a gift he had acquired for her not so long
ago, she arched her brow, wondering what he was up to. She didn’t say anything
though; instead he walked over to the firepland and gazed into the fire that
was merrily burning rosewood, spreading a sweat pleasant smell into the room.
From the
corner of his eyes Angelus kept watch over her every move while he extended the
sheet over the furniture. Arranging so that it fell over the side and onto the
floor, leaving just two corners of the blue satin clad sofa exposed - The lower
right corner so that the lion-paw shaped leg came into view and on the left
upper corner.
The
furniture was placed so that it semi-faced the fireplace
letting the golden light play over the shiny material.
Castinpan
pan
class=GramE>her a look, he walked to the door of the room and called out
for one of the minions.
Playing
with the few crystal trinkets that had been placed on the mantel she absently
heard him instruct the minions for something.
Turning her
head around she looked on as he closed the door
leaning his back against it. Catching his eyes she once again arched her
eyebrow in question – and now what?
Smirking a
little he took a step towards her, unbuttoning the first few buttons on his
shirt, well aware that she was watching his every move.
“You could
take your clothes off.” He said. Oh she wanted to, but not for the reason he
obviously did. Shaking her had sadly she began to do just that.
with a sigh, came and did it for her, not being very careful whether he tore
the fabric or not.
While he
got everything ready, she managed to undress completely. Looking up, he had to
swallow as he caught sight of the vision before him.
Crossing
her arms under her full breasts she waited once again.
n lan lang=EN-GB style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Let you
hair down.” He quietly instructed her. Furrowing her brow she nevertheless did,
as well as un-braiding her hair and passing her fingers through them.
shoulder.
As he gave
made final preparations on the loveseat partly facing him, he heard a knock on
the door. Seeing that she had complied he walked over to the door and opened it
carefully so that the minion didn’t have a good look into the room. Taking the
burden from the minion Angelus closed the door with his foot and carefully laid
it on the floor.
“
her he growled, “If you´re going to be snarky I
prefer you to be quiet.”
“Hmm.”
Grabbing
the roses Angelus began to tear the petals off throwing them a c a container,
irritation in his every move. Pausing he took a deep breath to calm himself
before he was the one ruining tonight.
Once he
regained his calm he began to pluck the remaining petals of the roses lying at
his feet. Some he left, as he wanted some roses whole.
Walking
with the filled container to her he stopped a few feet from reaching his goal.
Quietly he
said, “You know, I jusnt tnt to paint you, can’t you just give me that.
“Now why
would I want that?” she said lying across the furniture, “I’m already immortal,
boy.”
“I can
guarantee thatthat you’d like the result, after all I’m painting you as I see
you.”
Sighing,
she looked down at her hands, “Let’s just get it on shall we?”
“Hmm.”
Placing the
container down on the floor he walked back retrieving the roses that where left
and began placing them around her The
petals he placed in such a way that it covered her most private places but
still drew your eyes to them. The contrast of her pale skin with the dark red
of the petals and the silk sheet under her with the blue satin glimpsing here
and there was startling and he knew that when he had managed to capture it all
on canvas, the focus and centre of attention would be the woman herself.
Which was exactly what he wanted.style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>
Pushing her
a little back so that she semi lay he arranged her hair around her. He told her
to hold one of the whole roses and when he was finished the tablue
that he was met with was breath taking.
He just
hoped he could do her justice.
Walking
back to where he had put up the canvas, he asked her to look at him.
At first
she glared – she didn’t like to feel so exposed. But as she notice how wrapped
up he was in his work her eyes softened and she began to listen to the passing
of the brush as it met the canvas and she couldn’t help being at least a little
bit curious of what the end result would be. She knew that he was a talented
drawer, having seen many of his sketches, but it was a whole different matter
being able to paint with oil.
What she
didn’t know was that he had cheated a little, having painted the background a
while back. Knowing that this was the only chance he would get. The only thing
that was missing from the composition was the female herself and some of the
details.
Hours had
passed when he finally decided that enough was enough. Besides, he was hungry
and he knew that his sire was as well, but amazingly enough she hadn’t said a
word, only humming from time to time.
Cleaning
the brushes off, he laid them down on a table beside him and covered the
canvas.
“Finished
already?” she asked surprised, “and what, aren’t I going to see it?” Sitting
up, having the petals rain to the floor, she swung her feet down.
“Not now.”
He answered, “let the paint dry first. Besides it’s
not quite finished, I’ll put in the final touches later.”
Taking his sh
off
off, he stretched, trying to ease the stiffness out off his shoulders and for
the first time she noticed his aroused state and she wondered how come she
hadn’t done so before. She then mentally
smacked herself on the head, because you
where to annoyed with him. It pleased her that he had been affected by her
being splayed out before him.
“I’ll be
right back,” he said as he walked to the door and called out for the same
minion that had been there before. Within minutes he came back carrying a
container filled, by the smell of it, with blood.
Taking it
from him, Angelus once again closed the door in his face with his foot. Walking
to her he laid the container on the small table beside them, while she watched
his activities.
“Why did you
call for that?” she inquired as she to began to
stretch muscles sore from being immobile for so long. “We could go out for a
quick hunt. There’s still time for that.” She continued.
“True” he
said,t I t I want to stay in. I want to make this up to you. Let me take care
of you.”
Before she
could say anything he walked around the loveseat and began to massage her
shoulders, slowly driving away her tension.
“Hmm.”
“You like
that?” he asked whispering to her.
“Hmm-mmm.”style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>
Retrieving
a goblet Angelus filled it with the nurturing red liquid and handed it to her
before going back to her shoulders.
Without a
word she slowly drank, enjoying the warmth that lingered still. She knew that
he was hungry as well and that he was withholding in a way to show her his
appreciation, for what she was unclear of.
Leaning
back into his powerful hands she let him do his magic on her. Taking mercy on
him she told him that he too could drink.
It wasn’t
long before the container was empty. Grabbing one of his hands she steered him
around so that he stood before her.
“You really
want to show me your appreciation?” she asked him. While she drifted her hands
over his flaomacomach, bless the day I decided to turn him.
An amused
glint entered into his dark eyes, as he knew where she was heading. Nodding he
said, “I do.”
“Well then,
“ she smirked, “on your knees.” Pulling lightly at his
hand she watched as he went down. It always thrilled her to have him in this
position, even though he was in a submissive posture; there was nothing
submissive about him.
Caressing
his face she lent slightly forward making him arc his neck to come to her and
kissed him. Caressing her fingers through his long hair she sighed into his
mouth.
With a last
peck to his lips she withdrew her hands and placed them behind her leaning
backwards, more petals falling to the floor. Spreading her legs, placing them
on either side and opg heg herself up to him she said, “show
me how much.”
She was
already wet at the thought of what he was going to do. Making
brushed away some errant petals from her thighs. Sliding his hands down them he
rested on her knees massaging them as well.
Gazing into
her core he spread her legs wider watching her nether lips open. As he withdrew
his hands she kept her thighs wide spread, scooting further to the edge of the
loveseat, observing as he practically ate her with his eyes making her even
wetter.
She knew
that he loved eating her out which was good since she loved him doing it.
Placing one
of his hands on top of her golden triangle she arced uitiniting for him to
continue.Pumping
them in and out a few times he then withdrew them before sliding the fingers
over her inner thigh leaving a moist trail behind.
“Boy.” She
said, “I’m not feeling very appreciated here.”
Chuckling,
he inched forwards, having to bend down a little and with his finger spread her
wide open. Sticking his tongue out he circled it
around her opening pressing in just a little after each circle. He could feel
her shiver as he continued to do so for a few short moments before licking her
up to her clit, pressing into it and flicking his tongue over it.
Gently
grabbing it with his teeth he pulled at it a little before soothing her with
his tongue. Circling it he then began to suck alternating with flicking his
tongue over it. He felt her undulating over him and looking up he saw her with
her head thrown back worrying her bottom lip so as not to cry out.
Pulling her
to him never letting up on the pressure he spread her legs even more, tilting
her up so that he had better access to her. Soon she crashed into her first
orgasm and he was with her as she rode it out.
Licking
down to her opening he lapped at the juices that flowed and licked her till she
was clean. He knew though that he was nowhere near finished. Looking up at her
he watched her coming down from her high while gently massaging her thighs,
keeping her spread as she bonelessly fell back onto
the couch.
Catching
her breath – the fact that vampires don’t need it to live didn’t
mean that they didn’t need it at all – she looked down at him as he began to
nibble at her inner thigh slowly creeping closer to her core.
Taking one
of his hands, he placed them over her now damp golden curls and began rubbing
up and down making her arousal come back. He didn’t do anything though; instead
he turned his head away from her flesh and asked, “Enough?”
Smirking
she gently tugged at his hair, “No way near.” She answered.
“Good,” was
the only thing he said, as he returned his attention to what lay before
passed his tongue over the palm, tasting her there.
Returning,
he pinched her clit and flicked it, as he smelled her arousal growing stronger.
Slowly she began to undulate agt hit him. Bending his head down he replaced his
finger with his mouth and began to repeat his actions from before. This time he
added his fingers from his other hand, pumping in and out of her.
Letting go
of her swollen nub he began to lick down to her core while his finger kept her
nether lips apart exposing her to his advances. Reaching her core he began to
circle it with his tongue lapping at the fluid that was leaking from her. She
gasped as he drove his tongue into her as far has he could go. To ease it for
him she turned her hips upwards but she couldn’t get a good place to rest her
feet and having her feet on tiptoes would grow tiresome.
As he
realized her problem he withdrew and stood up ignoring her whine.
placing them before her. Smirking he went down to his knees again and
indicating to the stool, let her know that she could
put her feet on them.
Rolling her
eyes she nevertheless did it and with a gesture showed him where she wanted
him.
With a
quirk of his brow he lent forwards and plunged into her making her grunt as she
missed her target with the sudden attack. His chuckles vibrated up to her from
inside her making her shiver with the unexpected sensation. Now having proper
resistance for her feet, she turned her hips up.
She could
feel him lapping at her inner walls massaging them and swallowing the fluids
that were coming more rapidly with each ministration. His finger found her clit
and began to play with it. It was amazing how far his tongue could manage to go
in her.
She began
to quiver as her next orgasm neared and grabbing his hair she pushed him flush
against her, not wanting him to leave as she crashed over again. She ground
herself down on his face, his nose smashed against her clit.
Slowly she
let go of his head but he didn’t immediately withdraw as he lapped up
everything he could. His eyes twinkled at her.
Lifting his
head she saw his whole bottom part of his face was wet with her juices. Looking
on she watched as he stuck his talented tongue out and lapped at what he could
reach around his mouth. Pulling him up she drew him
over her and kissed him feeling his hard on through the fabric of his trousers.
Smirking
she bent her head back and lifted her brow and in response he only shrugged,
smiling at her.
“But you´re
not going to…” he said. Chuckling at him she shook her head and grabbing his
hair said, “Not yet. I think you could manage a couple of more, don’t you?” and
pushed him down again.
Rolling his
eyes he wondered if she was ever going to let him up, he knew very well that
she could keep him eating her out for hours until she was too sore to bear it
and in fact had done it on occasion without letting him ever come
Bending
down to his task he figured that this must be her retaliation for making her
Looking up at her, seeing her watching him, amusement evident in her
every feature he mentally shrugged – one could always hope, and he certainly
preferred painful pleasure then all out pain, which would be another alterative
to ways she could make him pay. Or, shudder, having the idea
to go visit her sire.
He had
perfected the act of giving her exactly what she wanted, meeting her every need
and desire while his mind drifted. Which is why while he gave
her orgasm after orgasm. Ignoring
the throbbing pain of his own denied erection, he thought of the things he
needed to do for the upcoming trip to the Arabic world, since she had exsed
sed
her desire to see the Muslim world, not to mention snack on the men for their
patronising way with their women.
He doubted
that they were like that, or at least any different from the Europeans but he’d
never had an Arab and was curious how they tasted, perhaps better then Germans,
aye much better then Germans, they must
be.
Having
taken pity and after being thoroughly pleasured she pulled his head back and up
against her so that he was laying flush against her nude glistening body. She
could feel the dawn outside the closed shutters but she wanted to relieve him
of his, err situation.
As they
kissed she quickly unfastened his trousers and she felt him sighing in relief.
Pushing them down to the floor she wrapped her fingers around his engorged
flesh and pumped, his moan filling her ears. Careful to avoid his cock touching
her oversensitive nub she pushed him a little back so that she could insert him
into her.
As her
flesh closed around him he couldn’t withhold his whimper, a was was finally
able to push into her. Her chuckles vibrated under him.
Wrapping
her legs around him she let him grab her hips so as not to let her fall onto
the floor. Soon their thrusts became frantic and she had to bite her tongue to
keep from crying out in pain as her abused clit came into contact with his
pelvis as he pumped into her sore core.
take long till he arced back, giving some final brutal thrusts and came,
pouring into her, overflowing her. The power of his orgasm drained him of his
strength and he collapsed on top of her, nuzzling into her neck.
Gently
caressing him over his shoulders, making his post shiver go away and over his
dampened hair, she murd thd things no one is meant to hear but him.
“Think you can
go to our room or are you too tired out?” she asked him after awhile. Placing
his hands on either side of her, feeling her legs sprawled to the floor, he
hoisted himself up. Looking down at her, her hair sprawled out around her, her
eyes shining he felt his heart constrict.
Looking
around the room and to the window he saw the light seeping through the cracks
in the shutters. Returning his attention to her he nodded while she removed the
hair hanging down over his forehead.
Pushing
back he slowly stood up feeling the dull throbbing his knees gave after being
on the floor so long. Grimacing he grabbed her hand and pulled her up catching
her as she wobbled.
Never
relinquishing her hand he walked to the door knowing that the clothes would be
taken care of and if necessary either replaced or fixed.
Before long
they where in the rooms that they had picked to stay in during the days when
they chose this house. Closing the door behind him he watched as his sire moved
to the bed and crawled into it gasping hugely while stretching like a cat.
Burring under the covers she lifted her head asking him, “Are you coming.”
Smirking
tiredly as the effect of the burning ball outside in the sky was making itself
known to his being he though, now there’s
a few to to answer that, but before he could say anything she interrupted
him, “don’t even…”
Shrugging
he walked to the bed and said, “I’m coming.”
Lifting the
covers he too buried into them, wrapping them around both him and her, almost
making purrpurr with the pleasure. Spooning behind her he pulled her into him
and as he felt her hand grasp his he let sleep take him knowing that she would
follow soon.
* * * * *
It was
that he had been working on the portrait and last night she had
they had been rather busy, with both hunting and finally making the arrangement
to travel and she was tired, her curiosity was almost killing her,
metaphorically speaking of course. It had been so long since she saw herself
that she didn’t really remember anymore. She knew she was beautiful, having
never been short of men telling her that, or even women, but to actually see
herself even if it were through the eyes of her childe, well she could hardly
resist taking a peek now could she?
The house
was t sit since everyone was asleep. Wrapping her robe around her she quietly
opened the door to the room. If Angelus knew what she was doing, uh oh, but he
won’t.
Quickly
stepping through she closed the door behind her.
Looking around she detected the covered canvas in the corner. She noticed that
there wasevidevident of what had been going on just a few days ago. One can
complain a lot about minions but the ones they had sure were efficient.
Walking to
the canvas she grabbed the cover and carefully removed it. Stepping around and
in front of it she gasped as one hand flew to her mouth. She couldn’t but stare
incredulously at the picture before her. Is
that the way I look? Is that the way he sees me?
Mentally
whimpering she stretched out one hand but stopped before she actually touched
it, only letting it ghost over it.
She
couldn’t deny the beauty before her and fel felt tears gather in her eyes.
gotten yourself into now?
One tear
manages to escape down her cheek as she once again covered the canvas carefully
to not disturb it.
Quietly she
returned to their room and, standing leaning against the door, she watched him
sleeping, her heart contracting inside her with a feeling she knew but couldn’t
understand why.
Shaking her
head she slowly walked to the bed and slipped inside knowing that he
unconsciously would grab her and spoon behind her, and sure enough, he did.
Grabbing
his hands as he burrowed into her, she closed her eyes and fell asleep unaware
of the radiant smile that graced her face.
* * * * *
“
Signing he
shook his head and stood up, leaving the wrapped package leaning against the
wall. Walking outthe the room he carefully closed the door before walking to
the staircase and looking down at the brunette currently chasing the taller
thinner man around the lobby of the old hotel.
From the
corner of her eyes she saw him and abruptly stopped, managing to grab the last
jelly donut from the man’s grasp.
“Oh there
you are! Where the heck have you been?” she asked planting one fist against her
side. She stomped her foot while taking a bite from the donut careful to keep
one eye out for the man hovering close by.
With
another deep sigh which to his annoyance seemed to be a habit he picked up
since beginning to deal with her in his life, he began to walk down.>
“What is it
Cordelia.” He softly asked, the lingering memory of
that night still in min mind. Sensing something in his tone of voice, a furrow
appeared briefly between her brows before shrugging it off as she knew he
wouldn’t talk about it until he wanted to, if he ever did.
“You are
the one that chose this place as our new work place, so you deal with the
paperwork, beside there is a guy in the office to see you.”
< lan lang=EN-GB style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“A guy?” he
asked, “when did he get here, who is he?”
“Geesh how the heck should I know?
walking to the sofas splayet int in the lobby, grabbing the box with the
remaining donuts in them.
“Hey, leave
some for the rest of us.” The thin man exclaimed as he stomped to her, managing
to grasp one donut.
Rolling his
eyes Angel said, “Behave kids.” Sometimes they could really make him feel old.
“I’m not
being the grabber here, Cordelia is!” blurted the man.
“Oh please,
Wes, get a grip.” She huffed as she devoured the last jelly donut to the disbelieving
eyes of Wesley.
Firmly
closing the door behind him Angel turned his attention to the man sitting in
the chair in front of the desk. It was a rather plain looking man with a
briefcase on the floor beside him. Hearing the door close the man turned to
him. Nodding to him Angel walked around the desk and sat down saying, “I’m
Angel, what can I do for you?”
“Hello Mr
Angel,” said the man, “I’m Mr McCrew and I’m here to
bringing you the last of the papers for this place.”
“Oh, I though
I had already done the necessary things.”
“Oh in a
way you have, but this is just to make everything legal, no loopholes and such
as you requested.” Mr McCrew said as he opened his
briefcase taking out the envelope containing the papers. Handing it over
Angel took
it and opened it, removing the papers, briefly eyeing them through. He could
sense that that was not the only reason Mr McCrew was
there to see him and he pointed that out.
“Err, yes
you would be correct.” Stuttered the man. “You see I
have this problem, something I can’t take to the police since they sur surely
would throw me into a nut house faster then you could say zimkareem,
and I- well I heard that you- what I mean to say is-“
Talking the
man out of his nervousness, it didn’t take much for them to get down to
business – Cordelia should be pleased
that we have a paying customer, he thought, as he escorted the man out.
Taking the
envelope with the last papers for the Hotel Hyperion he walked past the
reception desk and left the notes for their new case on top of it, throwing
behind him as he walked up the stairs that they had a new client.
He could
hear her squeal and both of them to to the desk. Tuning them out he went to
leave the envelope in his room before returning to the package he had been
looking at when this all began.
Closing the
door behind him and locking it he walked up to the wrapped object leaning
against the wall.
It was a
little over a meter tall and almost a little over a half as wide. Taking out a
pickpocket knife from his pants he began to remove the cords binding the thing
up. He didn’t know what it could contain but it had been sent to him using his
old name.
Taking a
step back he began to tear the protecting wrapper from it. Soon a corner was
revealed and it showed a mark, the ones usually around a painting. Pausing as
he suddenly had a strange feeling about it, he took another step back.
Shrugging
it off as he had come so far – might as well go all the way – he tore the last
cover away.
“Oh no.”
his whimper could be heard. His hand shook and held the remaining wrappe a
a
suddenly cramped grasp.
“What, how,
why?” sinking down to his knees he let go of the wrapping and lifted trembling
hands towards the flat surface of the picture in front of him.
He knew
this one; he made this one – he remembers that time so clearly. Shaking his
head, closing his eyes, he in a way hoped that the image before him would
change. Peeking through one eye it nevertheless showed the same thing.
“I though we
lost it...” He whispers as he carefully traced the features of the woman
painted on the canvas. Many things could be said about it but one could not but
notice the feeling portrayed in every brushstroke that had been made, a feeling
the painter had been unaware of at the time it was made. And which ironically
in spite of everything that had happened, hadn’t diminished over time.
His eyes
glazed over as tears filled them thinking of everything lost. Leaning forward
he rested lightly his forehead against the woman in the picture letting his
tear fall down.
One name
drifting over his lips, “Darla…”
After a
while he collected himself and stood up. Grabbing the canvas he walked out of
the room and hid it where none of his employees would ever find it. Where he
could go to be alone and remember.
As he went
to sleep that night, it was the first time he dreamt of her and - she felt so
real. He could almost believe she was actually theo:p>o:p>
The end.