So, Angel thought he could play her. The way Cordelia saw it, the vampire was way out of his league. Angel growls, maybe nibbles now and then. Piss off Cordelia Chase and she bites.
“Angel.”
“Angel!” Cordelia bellowed louder as she barged into his apartment.
“Cordelia,” Angel called out as he raced from the bathroom, certain something must be wrong.
“Oops, must’ve caught you in the shower. Don’t be shy, nothing I haven’t seen before.” Cordelia waved it off as though it was nothing. Good grief, I think I’m gonna pass out. “Gotta tell you though, I’ve never seen one small enough to fit behind a wash cloth…well, until now that is.”
Did she just call me…small?
“Is there a reason you’re here?” Angel wanted to cross his arms, erect his trademark stance. But as circumstances would have it, he needed at least one hand to stay where it was. One hand, hell, I need two hands to cover my cock; and Cordelia has stared long enough to know I need both hands.
“Oh…that. Don’t look-Don’t look-Don’t look. I need your advice.”
“Advice?”
“Yea, I’ve got a hot date tonight and I want you to help me pick out the perfect dress.”
“You want fashion tips from me. Why?”
“Well, I’ve been thinking about what you said. You know, me not being ready to take on the responsibilities of a partnership.”
“And?”
“And, I think you’re right. I don’t have enough life experience, but being really old, you can teach me what a man wants in a woman.”
“You want me to teach you about men. So I’m small, and old.
“You know, Angel, you’re a little slow with the uptake. You should probably work on that.”
Cordelia wants to play. I’ll play. But first she’s gonna take back that small comment.
Angel dropped the washcloth, taking his time to settle into the chair.
Oh my God, I see Angel’s package. That thing would make a nun drool.
Once settled in, Angel laid his right ankle over his left knee, scooting down to a comfortable position.
“Show me the dresses.”
“Uh, you don’t want to put something on first?”
“Does my nakedness bother you? I mean, being so small and all, I wouldn’t think it noticeable.
Bastard. He’s doing that on purpose. “Whatever. If being an exhibitionist floats your boat, have at it.” Damn, I thought basements were supposed to repel heat.
Gathering her composure, Cordelia shrugged off her coat giving Angel a wide-eyed view of her dress. “I thought I’d just wear the first one to save time. Whacha think?”
Hardly a scrap of fabric, if not for the few carefully placed rhinestones cinching the bodice tight, her breasts would fall out.
“I want to make him hot for my body while respecting my intellect.”
Sweetheart, that dress says fuck me til I scream. Not even a priest is going to notice your intellect.
His groin growing more uncomfortable by the second, Angel shifted, allowing his hands to causally drop from the chair arms into his lap.
“Show me the shoes.”
To the untrained eye, Angel’s stoic expression would be disheartening, but Cordelia had learned a thing or two about her indomitable vampire. It’s what you don’t see that’s important. Well, that, and the swollen protrusion peaking out between his legs.
“Black patent leather with four inch heels. Look how shiny.” Cordelia teased, giving Angel an naughty wink as she waved her sexiest pair of stilettos in his face.
Fuck me shoes for a fuck me dress. God kill me now. “Cordelia, a man likes a little mystery and that dress doesn’t leave much to the imagination, and those shoes, they’re-”
“Really? What are you imagining?”
Fuck.
Angel shifted again, the uncomfortable movement causing a low groan to escape his lips.
“Look who I’m asking. You’re hardly more than a eunuch.” HA! Who’s on top now. Oh jeez, big mistake. Don’t get a picture-Don’t get a picture-Jeez! Picture.
The dig a direct hit, muscles tensed, the ripple effect surging to his aching groin.
“You know what, I should ask Dennis to help me with this. He did date lots of women back in the day.” Cordelia wrestled with her coat while stuffing the shoes back into the bag, the nasty little images running amuck inside her head spurring her to move faster.
Just as she reached the stairs, Cordelia half-turned back into the apartment. “Oh, I almost forgot. I’ll be late tomorrow, well if I get lucky that is.”
One last devilish wink and Cordelia dashed up the stairs, her slinky black dress and sexy heels in toe.
Fuck.
The lingering aroma of Cordelia’s arousal threatening to smother him, Angel snatched his phone from the table, his cock twitching in retaliation, reminding him of it’s imperative need for attention. A few jab of the buttons and he fisted the impatient member, counting off each slow ring with hot, labored breaths.
“Hel-”
“Wesley, find out who Cordelia is dating and where they’re going.”
“But Angel-”
“Just do it.”
“But Angel, I already know where Cordelia will be tonight…joining me at the local pub for a game of darts.”
Bitch.
A grizzly growl rumbled from his chest as Angel fervidly fisted his pulsing shaft.
“There must be static on the line. Angel, would you like to join-”
Click.
Continued in Day 5, tentatively titled ‘White Flag’
TBC...
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