Go TeamC/A
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Title: Closet Showers
Author: Califi
Posted: 2004
Rating: Nnnnnn-17 [Cali hoping, gulp]
Category: smutty humour, hopefully
Content: C/A
Summary: A/C deal with a case off-site, leaving Gunn to man the hotel until Wes gets back from a fact-finding mission- and Angel finds a secret room….
Spoilers: S2 mebbe a month after Epiphany.
Disclaimer: The characters in the Angelverse were created by Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit is made.
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Notes: Originally Scorchy was gonna do this fic with me, but being so overloaded with RL and other WiP's the last few months, she hasn't been able to contribute more than the VERY HOT smut scene started -the piece d' resistance. It is highlighted in this post, so read and give her the love for it. I attempted to complete the scene, but can't outdo Scorch in ye olde Smut, so please ignore the severe difference.
Thanks/Dedication:dahlink Scorch *lick*
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1: Just say it, Dammit!"Hey Gunn; where's Angel- still in the land of Nod?" Cordy let the door swing shut behind her as she made her way down the steps leading into the quiet lobby, empty except for Charles Gunn who sprawled comfortably on one of the couches, reading a magazine intently.
"Got ourselves a couple of clients," Gunn straightened, quickly closing the Cosmo magazine and dropping it hastily onto the cushion next to him, causing Cordy to stifle a grin at his trapped and embarrassed expression.
"He's in the office with them now." Gunn added nonchalantly, hoping the smirking brunette wouldn't ask him what article he'd been so into when she caught him- 'Magic Fingers: Has your man got it right?' He discreetly checked the closed magazine, making sure there wasn't a traitorous folded corner that would come back and bite him where it hurt.
"Ooh, paying clients; goodie" Cordy's grin widened and she walk a little nearer to the office to spy through the viewing window, a moue of disappointment turning down her full mouth at finding the shutters firmly closed. "Oh well, coffee break I think, " she murmured softly, ignoring the raised brow of the young man rising lazily to his feet.
"Already? You just got here, girl." She pffted his smiling observation and walked briskly towards the kitchen.
By the time she returned with a tray of hot drinks, Cordy found the office door open and the vampire leaning against the counter talking to the young black man. His dark head turned her way as she came into view, and she bit her lip as the urge to grin like a teenager filled her at the obvious pleasure that lit those rich brown orbs.
Since returning back to the fold after his Darla-fest over a month ago now, Cordy had gradually became aware of several changes in her again-friend: first him constantly falling over himself to ingratiate himself back into her good books- and a major difference in the vibe coming off him; especially at close quarters. Coming round from a vision, she would find herself clutched to his chest a little too tightly, his large hands lingering on her back and hair as the vampire held onto her way longer than was the norm.
His reluctance to release her had Cordy initially thinking it was guilt for all the times he hadn't been there to catch her after he'd fired them, but she couldn't ignore the marked difference in his touch; face almost possessive- and often his handsome face scowling and momentarily clutching her tighter greedily if either Wes or Gunn attempted to help in lifting her to her feet.
Her mind clued into his developing some kind of crush after several of these displays plus other things, and as the weeks went by, she had to admit that the guarded expression in the dark eyes that rested on her almost constantly were far from soft and gooey. At times she swore those captivating orbs burned with desire- and maybe something more…and her heart had flipped in response.
"Morning, Early Bird " drawing level with them, Cordy placed the full tray on the counter, her lips tilting wider at the surreptitious slide of his large body in his attempt to close the gap between them. "So, were the little worms the generously paying kind? - Early birds, Worms- oh, forget it; don't know why I bother sometimes!" She grumbled, at the vampire's frown of confusion.
"Since they just bought a mansion in the Hills, I reckon the paycheck could feed us for a couple of months," Gunn replied, reaching between the two brunettes to grab one of the coffee mugs from the tray, smirking and taking a couple of steps back at the inevitable scowl that touched Angel's face as his move had caused Cordy to slide back to give him more room. He's got it so bad! Poor sucker.
Upon finding out the threat of the soulless counterpart he'd now never have to meet buried for good due to his Epiphany, Gunn had no problems with his ex-boss' obvious feelings towards Cordy- as long as he didn't make the fatal mistake of hurting her. But Angel's tender touches and stuttering attentions towards her eased his mind of that concern.
The first few weeks had been tense- and not just because of the Seer's anger and distrust of the very contrite Vampire; the news of his freshly anchored soul hadn't gone down as well as Angel had thought…well with her; wholly convinced that it wouldn't be long before he left them again but this time with Sunnyhell and a certain living blonde as his destination.
Luckily for all of them, Angel 'got' the memo instantly and hastily squashed that particular bug dead; almost falling over himself to reassure the suspicious and wary girl that he'd no intention of leaving 'his family' ever again. Cordy had merely shrugged, outwardly uncaring, but all three men hadn't missed the slight slump of her delicate shoulders as she relaxed at his strong reassurance.
And it was that subtle reaction that had obviously given the vampire a small green light of hope that maybe he was in with a chance of winning her seemingly reluctant heart. That was the way Gunn had read it anyway- and he was way beyond cool on the workings of the human animal; undead or otherwise
"Here, broody, get that down you." Cordy grabbed the mug of warm blood she'd brought in to the still-silent vampire, who muttered, "I haven't brooded for ages" as he took it, his fingers deliberately brushing hers.
She rolled her eyes with an "of course you haven't- Broody," suppressing the slight shiver of pleasure that ran down her spine at the not-so fleeting contact; drawing her hand away when it looked like Angel was content to share the mug for a lot longer, and reaching for her own steaming drink.
"What's the sitch? - The skinny? – What problem do our new and potential clients have?" she finally clarified as he threw her yet another confused look. My adorable clueless vampire- oops! for a horrific moment Cordy thought she'd said that out loud, but at the none-reaction of both men, her breath shot out in a small relieved sigh.
"They think their new home is either haunted or has some kind of Demon hiding out in there," Angel finally replied, hiding his displeasure at the loss of the brief touch of her soft, warm fingers. "They're expecting us at 2 pm." He added, waiting expectantly for that familiar and endearing arch of a delicate brow. He tamped down the urge to reach down and trace the outline with the tip of his tongue when it lifted.
"Us? - As in you, me and Gunn?" Cordy asked, and then frowned; "Wait; did you just say 2pm? How are you supposed to get there without grabbing a killer tan on the way- literally? - Or did you mean just Gunn and me?" her questions came thick and fast whilst Angel attempted to answer them, finally giving up and folding his arms across a broad, sweater-clad chest waiting for her to run out of breath.
"Firstly," he replied as soon as her peach-tinted mouth closed," It's just gonna be me and you- we can't leave the hotel empty, and what with Wes being away till next Monday, Gunn has offered to stay her for the weekend." Sliding his hands into the pockets of his slacks, the vampire proceeded to pace; the unusually silent brunette watching him through narrowed eyes.
"As for the sun; they not only have direct sewer access, the place has that special glass- no harmful UVA, and impossible to snoop through from the outside; and yes, they know who and what I am, Cordy." He explained, coming to a stop back at the counter and purposely making himself busy, sifting through a stack of post to avoid her thoughtful gaze.
"Cool!" Her impressed grin almost lit up the entire gloomy lobby, and for a second Angel was ensnared, his eyes drawn to the light within those beautiful eyes.
"Wait a minute; did you say weekend? - And if we're going through those stinky tunnels, what about my bags- ohmyGod! Do I have time to pack?" She glanced at her watch anxiously. Angel blinked abruptly, distracted by the hint of censure and pure panic in her melodious voice.
"It's only Ten now- and Gunn's gonna take your bag as soon as you pack it, along with mine and drop them off earlier." Her brow arched again at his pointed minimizing of her luggage.
If he thinks I'm not going prepared, he's got another think coming, she thought with a determined little scowl.
"I'll take you over to your place now, girl, and pick up his stuff when I drop you back- you ready to go?" Gunn checked his hoodie pockets for his keys and turned to stroll to the exit at her absent nod.
"See you outside," she called to his departing back; a hand lazily waved was his only response.
"How long is our scenic route gonna take- 'cos these feet need to be prepared?" She glanced down at her strappy sandals with a little moue, missing his slow appraisal of both her pretty feet and long, well-defined sun kissed legs, traveling up until her bare, golden flesh met the mid-thigh blue denim skirt she wore low on her hips.
"Not long enough." He muttered, clearing his throat when his still wandering brown gaze finally met and locked with faintly amused hazel. " Not long; I'll just…" he indicated the stairs uncomfortably before hurriedly turning on his heel to make his escape.
"And that's gonna take all of two seconds," she sniped at his retreating figure with a grin before making for the exit….
2: Endless ick- with fringe benefits."Ewe, do you think I'll ever get used to the smell of this place? - Hate to think how you deal with your supersensitive doggy-nose," Cordy tacked on, not bothering to wait for a reply, ignoring his "Hey!" and the way his hand instantly reached up to touch the insulted piece of his facial anatomy; too busy grimacing with distaste at the endless icky puddles of unidentifiable origin.
"This sucks beyond…suckiness," she grumbled, unable to think of anything even close to as bad, and took her first step- yelping sharply when her feet suddenly left the icky floor. "What are you doing, Angel?" she looked into the vampire's unreadable face as he settled her more comfortably in his arms.
"Trying to save your shoes from the 'ick'- plus we have about a mile to go before we get there," he explained casually, inwardly enjoying both the chance to hold her warm, soft body in his arms for a long while, and the instinctive way she twined her arms around his strong neck, her fingers linking at his nape.
"Since when have you taken an interest in the health of my footwear- and you said 'not long' when I asked you earlier," she reminded him with a roll of her eyes; then closed her mouth in case he decided to retract his offer, snuggling in and enjoying his cool, strong embrace.
Angel always made her so very aware of her femininity when he did manly things like this and it sent delicious shivers down her spine as her thoughts traitorously wandered to other things the vampire could most assuredly do to intensify that feeling!
"You cold?" she shook her head, dipping her chin to avoid his concerned look, and hoping he hadn't noticed the soft flood of colour she'd felt heat her throat and cheeks. Resting her dark head against his shoulder, Cordy tightened her grip around the Vampire's broad shoulders, absently scratching the short, coarse hairs on his nape gently.
Angel forced his eyelids to stay open, brown orbs flecked with amber resolutely stared straight ahead and hoped the purr of pleasure lodged in his chest would stay put; this was going to be a long pleasure/pain-filled journey!
3: Eyes are the windows to…"Wow!" Cordy looked around yet again, her glowing hazel eyes widening by the second as she took in her lush, impossibly expensive surrounding. "Wow"
"I think I get it, Cor; you've said it about ten times since we got here," Angel nudged the awestruck brunette as the owners of the beautiful property approached them, their movements a mixture of anxiety and relief.
"Mister Angel! So glad to see you here- although you should have took us on our offer to pick you both up in our Limo- the dark windows would have made it safe." The middle-aged woman's eyes flicked towards the brunette sympathetically.
"It must have been awful for you to have to trail through that dreadful place, dear." She added with a grimace, then reached out a delicate, well-manicured hand, "how remiss of us! I'm Rosemary Bennet, and this handsome man is Daniel, my husband." She introduced them, adding with a wink; "But then you'd know all about handsome men, since you have one of your own." Cordy grinned, abashed before sliding her annoyed eyes towards 'her man'
"Yeah; he certainly has his moments," she agreed with faux cheer; when he's not dragging me through sewers unnecessarily. She added mentally, her gaze heating up with a promise of retribution; and conveniently putting aside the fact he'd carried her all the way!
Angel shifted his feet; hooded eyes seemingly intent on the mud-splashed leather as he attempted to avoid and ignore the glower his Seer sent his way. "So…where did you say the noises were most prevalent?" he asked the man of the house abruptly, practically able to envision his borrowed blood dripping from his cheek as Cordy continued to send daggers from those Death Ray eyes.
"Oh, yes! - I thought you might like to see your rooms before we got down to the business at hand; but since you asked…" the owner half turned and indicated the way down a side hall that branched off the expansive lobby before commencing walking with the eager-to-get-away vampire at his side.
Cordy pinned a bright smile on her face as Rosemary hooked an arm through hers before leisurely following the two tall, dark men. "I love your home, Rosemary." Her smile softened into an appreciative grin as her eyes took in the elegant beauty around her.
"Wait until you see upstairs; the bedrooms are to die for," Rosemary giggled like a teenager as she winked suggestively. Oh boy!
Cordy could only pray that the lovesick woman hadn't put herself and the vampire together when sorting out their sleeping arrangements; quickly tamping down the pleasurable excitement at such a faux pas.
3: Wash away your worries…Angel watched the unconsciously seductive sway of Cordy's hips as she left his suite with darkening eyes, shaking his head hard when the door closed behind her.
After a brief check of the gorgeous kitchen and the obligatory coffee- and rather embarrassing moment where Rosemary Bennet had flung open the floor-to-ceiling fridge to point out the generous supply of pig's blood, the couple had shown them the suites they'd use for the duration [next to each other, which had brought a small sigh of relief from the brunette], then they had collected their luggage from the large lobby and left somewhat eagerly after handing over appropriate contact numbers for the Investigators.
Throwing off his jacket from his suddenly strangely heated body, he decided to have a proper look around the suite- dark masculine colours dressed the curtains, carpet and comforter, whilst the walls were a pale blue; a direct contrast to the feminine tones of the room Cordy had been given next door, with it's soft peach hues and matching en-suite.
Checking out his own bathroom, he found the same giant square shower cubicle; an exact replica of the one in the next door suite- except in blue-tiles and without the impressive full-length mirror that graced the wall directly facing the shower attachments on the opposite wall; obviously a feminine touch by the previous lady of the house, he mused, his thoughts slowly drawing back to the brunette who was no doubt getting ready to use it.
At the instant stirring of his sex, Angel decided those kind of thoughts would only cause him even more frustration than he had been going through already, and decided to get a start on the planned search of the entire house, but staying on the floor their bedrooms were on until Cordy joined him; hell there were enough rooms to check in the large mansion!
Starting at one end of the long hall, he checked every room, closing each door firmly behind him as he went, reaching an ending window wall and following back to check the other side, leading to his and Cordy's rooms.
He found the last door before Cordy's suite locked, and after a slight hesitation, exerted pressure and forced the lock, shrugging; it would still work afterwards.
The door opened into a room slightly larger than a closet; empty except for an easy chair facing the far wall. Curious, he moved into the room, not worrying too much when the door swung shut behind him. On reaching the comfortable piece of furniture, he noticed a light switch cord hanging near the wall facing the door.
Funny place to have a light switch he thought to himself as he reached out to pull the cord; his vampy eyesight being a bonus- but instead of the room flooding with light from above like he'd expected, the wall directly in front of him lightened- until it looked like a door had miraculously melted away and seemed to magically disappear.
[Scorch hot scene**]Angel looked around the shower cubicle in curiosity. From the shower dial, he guessed it was one of those new power ones with in built massage setting, and almost identical to his own. The tiles were soft peach in colour while the flooring was a typical marble effect with charcoal flecks in it. The colour nudged at his memory, then a swift movement to the left of him caught his gaze and the vampire turned to see what it was.
His midnight eyes went wide as his body seemed to freeze and he came face-to-face with something he'd only dreamed of. The angle of the sliding door hid what his glazing eyes wanted to see the most, but he was far from complaining about the brief side view, then longer back view of a very golden, totally nude Cordelia Chase.
Angel almost fell forward, his hand reaching out to catch himself automatically- and slapped, palm first on the invisible barrier. His swirling brain clicked that he'd found a one-way mirror even as he snapped his gaping mouth shut before her name could fall from his lips.
As his hot eyes devoured the beauty standing oblivious before him, mouth watering at the vision of gold and satiny curves, Angel knew he should get out of there right now- but he couldn't have moved even if the roof had suddenly been torn off and a midday sun threatened his existence.
Deep, even breaths caused his usually still chest to rise and fall with a human motion. His eyes darkened to a colour that rivaled the blackest of midnight skies, an onyx-shaded storm began to gather in the fathomless depths as he stared hard.
Fingers resting against the mirror dug into the glass as he moved slightly closer, finding himself being drawn to the naked Goddess on the other side. She was everything and so much more than he'd ever imagined.
Slim fingers slid the held sponge up over her shapely arms while hazel eyes glanced down towards her legs. Looking down, Angel saw the soapy puddle pooling around her dainty feet. He could see the steam from the heated water clouding around her body like a lover's arms enveloping her in hot protective hold. He could feel separate heat emanating from the mirror and realised that was why it hadn't steamed over; more than appreciated by the vampire!
The vampire's stormy gaze was drawn to where he could see a slightly gentle slope where her breasts could be seen just before she turned fully away. Her fingers combed back the sleek shoulder- length chestnut hair, wetting it under the running water in preparation for her cosmetic ritual; the ends of her once long hair now skimmed the defined edges of her shoulder blades, the water droplets trickled down the golden skin of her slender back. Light honey blonde streaks brought a splash of color to the dark chestnut, adding a fashionable and pretty hue to her locks.
The blonde set off the golden tone of her complexion, only bringing more sunlight to her beautiful face. The honey complimented the hazel coronas, setting the mischievously lit irises alight with a molten gold. Detracting from the honey was deeply contrasting natural chestnut tones threading through her mahogany hair that brought an exotic look to the blonde.
Angel remembered, with a low moan when her hair had been waist-length and not a piece of blonde insight. He remembered wanting to thread his fingers through the long tresses, wanting to fist handfuls while she went down on him.
Almost as if she'd plumbed into his heated thoughts, Cordy took that moment to turn and face him. Her head tilted back as she continued to soak her hair under the spray, the mahogany streaked chestnut began to show lowlights of sable as her hair became darker under the flow of water. All the unneeded air in his useless lungs shot out harshly as he ate her up with his burning eyes; her raised arms lifted her firm, rounded full breasts, almost in a mutely beckoning manner.
He licked his suddenly dry lips absently, swallowing down the pooling saliva that built up rapidly. God she was stunning! The groan that had been stifled deep in his chest purred to the surface, and for a moment he froze, eyes widening as he waited for her to react to it.
Luckily for him, sound obviously didn't carry through the special glass, and he relaxed marginally- well, above the waist at least!
An ache forming between his thighs grew, as he got harder, the male in him reacting all too well to her little show. Licking his parched lips once more, Angel tasted the air around him imagining he could taste her arousal on his tongue. Sweet and spicy, her taste would coat his mouth in slick, melting honey as she opened up to his demanding touches.
Shaking his dark head and moaning softly; blackened eyes not once leaving her body, Angel fought an internal battle- a small part of him raged against the liberty he was taking; soulless, he'd always enjoyed watching, and unfortunately, that little fetish hadn't died a death when Angelus had been put down deep.
"Fuck it," he growled. No way was he moving. This was what dreams were made of; well, hisdreams!
Over a month had gone by since Angel had realized he wasn't satisfied with just friendship- he wanted more, but building shattered walls he'd ruthlessly crushed beneath his then-uncaring attitude had been the priority. They were so near to where they had been before his crazy obsession with his Sire; to a point where Cordy again began to be more tactile, and while he enjoyed her touches, it also nearly crucified his self-control.
But the lingering returned touches, and overly long cuddles post vision went straight over her lovely head. The long walk here had been heaven- and well worth the daggers afterwards!
He was beginning to think the only way she'd buy a clue is if he threw her down and took her until she begged for mercy…. or he could be a man and just telll her he loved and desired her; but being a manpire of action, he felt that his first idea would suit him just fine. Never one for too many words that had a tendency to glue his tongue to the roof of his mouth, and make him stutter like an idiot.
As he watched Cordy work shampoo into her luscious locks lazily, her raised and gently moving arms causing those magnificent breasts to jiggle deliciously, Angel wondered if she'd be shocked, even frightened by his well-hidden sensuality, and his almost dominant need to possess?
Such a strong-willed woman- but with a smouldering heat under that sometimes disdainful surface he was almost positive had never been plumbed and brought out to burn a man from the outside in.
And he wanted to be that man. Desperately.****
Shampoo rinsed away and conditioner worked in until her hair slicked against her neck, Angel watched with unblinking eyes as Cordy reached for a body scrunchy; squirting a generous amount of pink gel on it, she then proceeded to drive him completely insane by running the path his fingers and mouth desperately wanted to travel.
If there *was* a God of Torture up there, he had the vampire in his sights; pulling his strings and making him dance to the tune of frustration.
The foamy netting followed the dips and curves of her sun-kissed skin, and Angel's eyes followed avidly. "Fuck!" he groaned, his big body almost crumpling against the mirror as his goddess lifted a long, slim leg and propped her foot on the side of the bath.
As Cordy worked the frothy gel from ankle to thigh, saliva pooled in his mouth, pure gold eyes following as her hand made a slow ascent. Firm but plaint muscles flexed and relaxed as she worked the foam in, not missing a single inch of that delicious flesh, and when the scrunchy crested a delicately sculpted knee, Angel swallowed convulsively.
His Manna from Heaven… glistening wet curls trimmed neatly did nothing to hide pink, slick petals from his melting gaze, and when the netting finally reached the apex of her thighs, a moan of lust fell thickly from his lips.
Frustration wasn't far behind when Cordy dipped and lathered perfunctorily, not lingering as her hand all too quickly slid higher to trace the firm contours of her abdomen, hips and swiped around her delicate ribs. But Angel's eyes refused to move from the secret place between her legs.
Too damned quick! The vampire's reeling mind screamed in denial. His mouth and fingers would have lingered for a feast until he had the brunette writhing and finally screamed out his name beneath him.
Her leg dropped down to be replaced with the other, and the torture began all over again.
All too soon, Cordy's foam-covered body was rinsed under the hot spray, followed by finishing off her hair, the movement of her raised arms jiggling full, heavy breasts. Rivulets of water streamed between the ripe globes; his eyes following the foamy trail along her belly until dark curls glistened and mutely begged him to thread eager fingers through until… his hand dropped lower and those fingers ran the length of his pulsing shaft before gripping hard to ease the almost painful ache.
Right at this moment, he wanted to forget sanity and smash through the invisible barrier between them, knowing completion could only come with the beauty a few feet away…these dark thoughts jolted him abruptly, and with a virulent curse, the vampire tore himself away from the mirror and half stumbled out of the room, fortunately still having the foresight to pull the door securely behind him.