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Title: Five & Counting
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Rating: N-17 overall
Category: pointless fluffy smut
Content: C/A
Summary: Cordy just loves lists
Spoilers: S3 sometime- no preg Darla
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: started as one piece, and has grown to three due to readers' harrassment,lol!
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"What are you doing?"
Angel peered over his Seer's shoulder to read whatever she was scrawling on the notepad, but she immediately hugged it to her chest and glared at him indignantly.
"Angel! If I wanted you to see it, I would have hounded you until you could run no more, and forced you to; now go away before I put on my 'Boy, are you in trouble' face". That was enough for the Vampire to back away at warp speed.
"I face Death, Demons; the bowels of Hell without breaking a sweat – yet one word or look from that hellcat, and I suddenly want my mother! - Where the hell did you guys go, hmmm?" Angel glared accusingly at his crotch, before sighing heavily and trying another tactic: The patented Puppy Face – never failed!
Rising to his feet again, he sauntered over- but made sure to leave a respectable distance. His brown eyes bored into the top of her bent head, unblinking. After a few looong minutes he saw it; the ‘Little Shudder’. This woman had a will of galvanised iron. She could ignore for England…but as time went on, Angel managed to squeeze into her personal bubble to a point where he could- on occasion, rattle her. 3…2…1...
"Jeez! Will you *stop* with the creepy eyeballing? I swear I can feel them digging into my brain!" she glared; then her lovely eyes rolled at the kicked-puppy look on his gorgeous face – NO! not gorgeous! – Down girl!
It was getting harder by the day to shove down those naughty, tingly feelings Cordy had every time she was in the same room as the hunky Vamp. It was seriously freaking her out!
"Sorry," he lied, "just wondered what you were doing, is all." The puppy almost whined – the coup de grace. She wilted under so much cuteness -Darn it!
"Okay, you win – this time!" Cordy huffed, leaning back in her chair, then a small smile crept onto her beautiful face.
Angel was distracted for a second- then his eyes narrowed: that wasn't the 'you are my friend and I love you' smile – it was the 'boy are you not gonna like this; but I am' smirk.! Please, God! I know have sinned; a *lot*- but WHY ME?!
"It's not another list is it?" the puppy ran to his kennel and Mister Paranoid came out of his tin foil-lined room suspiciously.
His Seer had decided to write a list the week before, and it was entitled "All The Things That Dork Does To Annoy Me." He did *NOT* shove his hands in his pants pockets whenever he looked at her; he didn't care what she said – no WAY was he a 'dirty old man'!
He even managed to look genuinely offended. How proud was he? Hah! After that, he was more discreet.
"Yup." She grinned wickedly.
'Oh, crap! I *knew* she'd clicked on to what I was doing when she just barged in my room the other morning – it *is* my room, for chrissakes; can't a guy spank his monkey in peace nowadays?' Angel was truly glad she hadn't seen the red panties he'd hurriedly shoved under his pillow; Thank God he couldn't blush.
"Don't panic, Grrry; this is a *nice* list: "All The Things Angel Does That Makes Me Love Him," Cordy sniggered at his expression. "Angel! You'll catch flies in a minute- wanna hear it?"
Angel was still stuck at the 'Love' word; did she mean 'Love' as in 'I love you like a brother'? Or as in 'Have to love him 'cos; hello! Who else would?' – or, did she…could she…? He gulped hard; then flinched as her hand whacked the back of his head.
"Angel! Do you wanna hear it or not? Nodding or Yessing works." A roll of the eyes as he did both. Dork! She cleared her throat and held up the list in front of her.
"Number one: the way he purses his lips when he swallows- that is *so* cute!" she giggled as he instinctively swallowed; and made up her mind that would always be at the top of her list.
"Number Two: the way he folds his arms and *tries* to look intimidating whenever he insists I do what he says." Cordy ignored the offended look, and the "What do you mean, *tries*?" and continued on.
"Number Three: the way his Duster swishes when he leaves on a Mission." She hoped he hadn't noticed the flush of colour that tinged her cheeks at that one.
Angel stifled the grin as he *totally* noticed. Cordy thinks I'm hot! – Gotta do that more often; wonder if I'd look stupid if I wore my coat ALL the time? he wondered half-seriously.
"Number Four: how he always saves me from big, ewwy, gross and gooey Demons; even though he complains about my dry cleaning bills." Cordy added with a hard look. 'Tight with a buck' had been on the last list!
"Number Five: how he always catches me when I have a vision – except when he's off boffing blondes, that is!" that was *also* on the last list- did she *have* to keep going on and on and…
"And number Six: the way he makes my heart pitter-patter whenever he looks at me – like he is now." Cordy's voice lowered breathlessly as her gaze was captured by the purest, meltiest chocolate, that simmered then boiled as they got nearer and nearer…
"Only six?" he purred huskily as they broke apart after the most hot and amazing smooch. She blinked up at him hazily, the fog of passion too thick to see straight. He scooped her up with a low, sexy growl.
"Pass me the jumbo pad; I think I'm gonna need it." She panted softly, and then whispered something in his ear.
Angel almost tripped on the way to the stairs, the soft bundle in his arms squeaking in alarm as she gripped around his neck even tighter.
"What red panties?"
"Did I say red? - you are *so* busted, you dirty old man!"...
EpilogueCordy scribbled furiously on the pad, wiping her sweaty hair away from her face with the other hand.
Large, cool hands slid from her hips and curled around her naked breasts.
"what are you doing, baby?" he whispered huskily in her ear as his heavy muscular thigh slid along the back of hers. Oh, Boy!
"Um, just adding to my list of course." the words were moaned out as something else slid somewhere else. Her hips bucked into the cradle of his.
"What number are you up to?" Angel groaned softly, rocking lazily as his tongue flicked along the outline of her ear.
"Thirty seven" Cordy gasped, then panted; her eyes crossing when his hand slid over her belly and delved a little lower. Dear God! - That manpire has magic fingers! The pen almost flew out of her trembling hand.
"How about we make it Thirty eight?" Angel started panting too as his pace quickened dramatically.
"Okay." she agreed, keening with delight.
The pad and pen landed on the floor with a soft thud...
Epilogue 2 [much later!]"Angel?"
"mmm?"
"You know; when we got to, um, 69 - it suddenly occurred to me"
"Only just?"
"Not that, Dumbass! - Its just...."
"Spit it out, baby"
"Been there, done that" *snigger* "What I mean is..... youarestillAngel" she rushed out rapidly.
"Awwwe, sweetheart - first let me assure you I've had more happies than a kid at McDonalds tonight- but do you remember that little fat Demon I killed last week?"
"You mean that yammering carrot-colored one that Wes called the ImanAss?" he nodded, surprised she remembered the name.
"Well, he put this weird spell on me, and now I can do things I could never do before; I think different, act different - and the curse allows me to have gratuitous smut, AND make love now without it compromising the Curse." Angel nibbled her shoulder softly.
" 'Make Love'... is that what we've been doing?- or is this just filler for you?" a lovely blush tinted her hot cheeks, whilst her lovely eyes revealed uncertainty. Angel kissed her softly and stroked her chin, smiling tenderly.
"Well.... I have been doing a LOT of 'filling the past twenty four hours," he smirked and then pouted when Cordy slapped his chest. "But,as I do actually love you, ...." he purred like a big when she kissed where she'd slapped him and returned the declaration huskily.
Contented silence permeated the room for a while, then Angel nuzzled her throat and pulled her even closer..
"Cordy?"
"hmmm?"
"wanna see if we can get to 100?"....
The Final End.... (A/N: Angel not dipping the wick 100 times, btw, lol. I doubt even a vamp could get away with that *snikker* But I'm sure Angel was full to brimming with ideas of how to add to Cordy's "All The Things Angel Does That Makes Me Love Him," list. :)