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*** Wesley gawked at the two pool chairs they’d set up in the lobby. The woman lay sprawled sideways on the chair facing the vampire next to her, wearing a pretty blue sundress, patching shades, a straw hat and a Pina Colada dangling from her fingers. Angel calmly lay back drinking a Bloody Mary wearing his usual black pants a white vest and a string of fake violets around his neck. Then he looked at the big sign erected near their feet. ‘ON STRIKE UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE’
“You can’t be on strike!”
Cordelia took a sip of her drink before lifting her head to peek at him from under her big hat. “Says you.” She pointed to them both grinning back at him smugly. “This is us Wesley.” Reaching out she plopped a colorful little umbrella in Angel’s drink. “On Strike.” Angel held up his drink as if in toast.
“But, but, but, but, but...”
“You should get that fixed.” Angel’s face was a perfect picture of sympathy as he took a sip from his straw.
“What about the visions! What about the helpless! What about the two o’clock clients I have lined up!”
“Wesley,” Cordelia sighed as she lowering her shades to let him meet her eyes. “Do I look vision-y?”
“Can I just say you look very hot?” Angel smirked as dipped his head and winked at her from over his sunglasses.
The brunette beamed back. “Why thank you!”
Wesley blinked at them before he glared. “NO! You can’t do this! We have a schedule! We have clients! We STILL haven’t finished the bloody filing!”
Cordelia lifted her hand and jingled silver charms on her wrist under Angel’s nose. “What do you think?” She ignored the irritated watcher bearing down on them. “I picked this up on my way over. Isn’t it just the cutest?”
Angel seemed to examine it closely. “Nice. Oh look there’s a little Eiffel tower there too!”
“Yeah! I always liked Paris. When we could afford it, I swear there wasn’t a summer I did not shop till I dropped in those lovely little French boutiques. Oh the absolute sumptuousness of French Chiffon! Oh! To die for!”
He couldn’t help but grin at her perfect delivery, and arched a very seductive Angelus-like eyebrow. “Still have some?”
Wesley looked between them incredulously. “Angel? Cordelia?”
The seer only smirked saucily at the vampire. “Would you like to see it?”
“Would Xander turn down a twinkie?”
“Promise not to touch?”
“On my demon’s honor.” Angel purred low in his throat as the watcher started his temper tantrum.
“ANGEL! Cordelia! You cannot go on strike! We have work to do! I’m the boss! You have got to do what I say!”
With an intolerant sigh Angel let go of Cordelia’s hand and leaned over to pull out a thick white book from under his chair and chucked it at Wesley
“OOF!” The watcher yelped as he caught the heavy book then read out the title. “Labor Union Code 401-21: One thousand and one legal ways to get what you want, a.k.a Going on strike for dummies!?” He looked up with wide eyes. “You have GOT to be joking Angel.”
“I have a Cliff’s Notes version too if you want.” Cordelia’s eyes batted innocently.
He stared at them as they sat back sipping there drinks. “I’ll fire you!”
An eyebrow arched on the young woman’s beautiful face. “Oh I think not four-eyes,” she gestured to her luscious figure stretched out on the pool chair, “where are you going to get a seer that looks like this?”
Wesley nearly dropped the book.
“Nowhere.” Angel agreed with a possessive growl. “And he’s not getting this one either.”
Wesley jerked out of his trance at the warning in the vampire’s tone and turned an embarrassed shade of crimson. “Oh. Well.” Drawing a deep breath he tucked the book under his arm. “Right then. We’ll just wait until you have your vision. Then we’ll just get over this little game you two are wasting agency finances on and get back to work. Until then, I shall be in my office.” With a haughty nod, he pushed his glasses firmly on his nose and marched away. “Good day.’
Cordelia bit her lip as she watched him promenading to his office. “He’s right you know.”
“Then we’ll have to have him cave before that happens.”
Catching the smirk in his voice she blinked at him before grinning at the wicked gleam in his chocolate eyes. “I’m all ears, oh conniving one.”***
“No Frank, just make sure you have the right paperwork. The man maybe a slave driver but he’s not an idiot.” Hanging up on his cell Angel paused in the lobby and one eyebrow arched up in pleasant surprise.
One very plump and inviting bottom wiggled at him as Cordelia attempted to smooth down the mat that would be the playground of their mischief. Oh if the girl only knew the scenarios going through his head. His demon would be shamed. Of course, it was only a matter of time until his crafty seer would realize his obvious security where happiness was concerned since this whole drama was starting to give off very un-platonic undertones.
And there was the kiss he’d bestowed on her in a moment of weakness when she’s swooped down and rescued him from that toothless, gravity defying saggy old hag. He figured it was justified since that fate had been one worse than hell. Been there; done that!
So he was still staring at the wiggling butt cheeks and the slight peek of matching baby blue panties. The other eyebrow shot up. Hello gorgeous.
Cordelia straightened her hands on her hips and grinned down at the stretched out mat. Yes. There was a god. She’d managed to smooth out almost all the wrinkles and their plan was well underway. She had to admit. Her vampire sure had some good ideas left over from Angelus. She to look over her shoulder and blinked as he stared at her, a glazed far-away look in his chocolate brown eyes. Okay God didn’t give beauty and brains to anyone at the same time.
Except maybe Cordelia Chase. The brunette twisted her lips in a patronizing pout and frowned. “Hey wise-guy? I’m up here.” She pointed to her face and his head snapped up in alarm.
Nearly stumbling over his feet, Angel walked over to the edge of the mat and cleared his throat, one hand rubbing the back of his head. “So you want the green side?”
“Duh!” Rolling her eyes, Cordelia bent down and spun the little needle.
Angel leaned over to the right and back to get a good peek at her bouncy bottom when she suddenly straightened. “Left foot green!” Her shoulders smacked him in the head and he went sprawling across the floor.
Cordelia looked over her shoulder. “Angel, you’re supposed to start losing after we begin playing the game.”
“You’re pushing it!”
“I’m not pushing it! You’re pulling it!”
“If you just do it like it said it the instructions booklet, we wouldn’t be in this mess.”
“If you didn’t fret and whine about every piddly-ass rule, you could reach it!”
“Rules are good Cordy.”
“Not in this case Angel.”
“Angel, Cordelia what are you…” And that was how Wesley found them. He looked up and startled, “Jesus!” The stack of papers in his hand went flying up into a cascade. He stared at the vampire conveniently towering over one very uncomfortable seer. It wasn’t just the fact that Cordelia was on all fours, her arms crossed out awkwardly in front of her and her legs precariously perched beside Angel’s as he spooned Cordelia from behind; it was more the colorful polka dot plastic man spread right in the middle of the hotel lobby that caught his attention. “WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING!”
Angel frowned at the livid countenance on their boss’ face. “Can’t you read?”
“Yeah Wesley, can’t you read?” Cordelia shot back. “I’d point if I could, but my hands are kinda busy.”
When the watcher still looked confused Angel sighed, before jutting his chin towards the board beside the plastic mat. “We’re on strike.”
“You should be on bloody medical leave! Have you both gone mad?”
“No.” When Cordelia wiggled, the vampire let out a very authentic growl – she froze. “Yes,” she squeaked.
With her hips fitting snuggly into his own Angel wondered at the brightness of his idea, but then figured his demon always had a better knack for seduction. Only he hadn’t been planning on Miss Chase’s plans. If she shimmied sideways to the left just a little more, he would be a VERY happy manpire. “Wesley?”
Still reeling from the picture they presented in the middle of the hotel lobby, Wesley met Angel’s eyes with bewilderment. “What?”
“Will you spin the needle?”
Incredulous wrath built behind Wesley blue eyes and he glared. “NO!”
Cordelia wrinkled her nose with distaste. “Geez Wes, what crawled up your pants? Oh wait…”
Batting down the insane urge to fire them both, Wesley instead contented himself with the bells jingling above the front door. Thank God! Another customer. Pointing a finger at the two seemingly innocent schemers, he warned. “Don’t say it Cordelia.” Turning around he smiled widely at the man striding up to them wearing a pressed brown suit and a briefcase in his hands. “How may we help you?”
“I’m Frank Jennings from the Internal Revenue Service. I’d like to see your books.” The man held up his ID and Wesley launched into a whole tirade of ‘bloody hell’ and ‘bloody fuck’.***
“I could have you hauled into prison for tax evasion.”
Wesley sat on the stood on the other side of the counter in the lobby, his head propped up in one hand as he looked down at the empty countertop. “Tax evasion! But we’ve been paying bills and everything!”
“Bills and receipts you do not have.” Frank shrugged indifferently as he closed his briefcase.
“I do; they’re just misplaced!” Raising his head he glared at Cordelia and Angel struggling on the mat across the lobby. “Cordelia! Will you not tell me where you hid the utility bills!?”
“Nope. Okay smartass. Left hand green!”
Angel smirked wickedly as he reached out and maneuvered himself over her, his face leveling with hers. “I think the twister likes me.”
Cordelia had a hard time controlling her giggles, not to mention the maddened butterflies thrashing inside her ribcage.
Frank looked at the two intimately twisted people on the floor then raised his apathetic eyes at Wesley. “I don’t know what kind of business you run here Mr. Pryce, but by the looks of it, I’d say it’s not exactly kosher. Now you have until nine tomorrow to find me those receipts. Or next time you’ll be the one playing twister. With your inmates.” He picked up his briefcase to leave before casting one last glance at the bulky, smirking vampire and the lithe brunette smiling up into his face. Lucky bastard.
Wesley dropped his head in his hands and let out a groan. “Oh Lord I’m going to prison. My father was right.”
Hearing the feeble lament Cordelia bit her lip.
“Don’t.”
She looked up startled into Angel’s softened brown eyes. “Practice a little resolve and remember the removable dentures.”
She burst out laughing, her hold giving way and collapsed with Angel on top.
He smirked down at her. “I win. Lose the dress.”
Wesley’s head snapped up in alarm. “STRIP TWISTER!?”
Cordelia grinned back, the challenge reflecting in her hazel eyes before she grabbed the hem and whipped off her dress to reveal the blue bikini top to match the panties.
THUD
Cordelia twisted her heard around and saw Wesley’s head hit the counter before she returned her gleeful gaze to her partner in crime – and lost her breath. Ohmigod, I’m melting! Melting!
“Cordelia?”
“Yeah?”
“Wana play another game?”
Her gaze dropped to the generous view down Angel’s snug fitting white vest and the corded muscle in his arms. Hello salty goodness. She had to see skin. It was only fair. “Yeah,” she breathed out huskily.
Wesley got up to call Gunn. He needed help. And fast.***
“Charles Gunn! Do you or do you not remember all the times that I have aided you in your time of need!”
Wesley walked out from around the counter and jumped as a yipping puppy sped past his feet and he reached out and grabbed it. He looked at the very tall, mocha skinned woman standing there in her mink coat while her eleven baby poodles ran amuck in the lobby. Of all the clients. But possibly bereaved dog owners? “Please hang on a moment Mrs. Crenshaw.”
He turned away, the puppy tucked under his arm and hissed into the phone. “You get your skinny little arse here right this moment Charles or I shall tell that nice new friend of yours about your little problem.”
“I can’t dawg! You know I’d fix you up if I could! You’re my home-boy Wes! But this just can’t wait.”
“Gunn!”
“Sorry Wes. Gota blaze.”
“GUNN!”
Turning around he threw a brave little smile at the impatient woman tapping her foot on the floor. “Okay, so Mrs. Crensh – AWO!” He yelped when sharp little teeth wedged into his arm and he dropped the struggling puppy with a wince. “So the twelfth one is…”
“Stolen Mr. Pryce. Right out of my little garden. We were out for a stroll.”
“Right.” He glared across the hall.
Cordelia Chase sat there in her blue bikini, her legs crossed daintily as she pondered her move. Lifting her hazel eyes to meet Angel’s she grinned. “Go fish!”
“Cordy,” the topless vampire smiled adoringly, “that’s poker.”
Picking up her knight she stuck it over his and sat back smugly. “Check.” One little puppy skidded across the hall straight for her legs and she lifted her feet to let it slide past. “I win!”
Wesley silently ground his teeth as the litter of puppies barked at his feet and Mrs. Crenshaw proceeded to look even more impatient.
Angel leered at the woman across the little chess table. “There’s still the mating Cordy.”
The brunette looked up trying her hardest to keep a straight face. “I’m confused Angel. Is that a request?” She mimicked his previous teasing question and was rewarded with a wide smile, he hadn’t bestowed on her since they’d been back.
Finally losing his nerve Wesley scooped up one poor struggling shaved little puppy to keep it from biting his ankle. “For the love of all that is sacred! Please! Not in front of the clients!” He scooped up another as it tried jumped up on the counter. “And will one of you please get this bugger off my leg!” He glared down one little baby poodle hanging from his pant leg, his sharp muzzled firmly clamped on the cloth; growling menacingly as Wesley shook his leg.
Angel looked up at the watcher surrounded by the yipping poodles and the woman who had launched her whining complaints about getting unsatisfactory service and pretended to think for a minute. Wesley shot him a pleading glance, the ravenous puppy still hanging from his trousers. He turned to Cordelia. “Lunch?”
Wesley’s mouth dropped open. “You’re bloody joking! You can’t! NOT NOW!”
Cordelia stood and stretched like a cat before grabbing her dress and throwing Angel his shirt. “You talked me into it, you smooth talker you.” She smoothed down the flare of her dress and held out her hand to him daintily. Picking up her little stack of post-its she smacked one on their Strike-sign. ‘Lunch break – Back at three.’
“ANGEL! CORDELIA!”
Wesley looked at the pillaged lobby. Bugger. The cushions are crooked.***
Wesley was doing this darndest to ignore the two people huddled on the couch. It was well into the evening now and Cordelia and Angel had resorted to visual displays of affection. Wesley wasn’t stupid enough to think they had any intention of taking this further since he knew there was nothing there. But they were starting to sound a little too authentic for his taste. For his own sanity and for the sake of one vampire’s precarious soul, Wesley prayed for a call from the PTB and kept his eyes on the two people.
Cordelia was starting to lose her nerve as she settled back comfortably under Angel’s arm stretched across the back of the couch. “He’s tougher than we thought,” she muttered, glaring at the crown of the watcher’s head as he sat there reading.
“Relax sweetheart.” The vampire nuzzled his seer’s temple softly, his nostrils flaring at her distinct scent. Resisting the insane need to lick her, he instead snuck a glance at Wesley. “He’s on a knife’s edge. Can’t you tell?”
And that was when her breath hitched as cool breath bathed her ear and sent uncontrollable shivers down her spine. The butterflies she’d controlled on the short lunch break with happy camaraderie went into a fluttering frenzy and the brunette tried to think of anything but the pleasant presence of her sexy vampire ex-boss beside her. Creepy demons. Decapitated vampires. Wesley in a tutu. Mrs Peabody in… “Eyow!”
Angel had been caught in counting her escalating heartbeat and wondering how fast he could make it go if he actually wrapped his arm around her. Lifting his head away slightly he looked down at her. “What?”
Pretty pink tainted her copper cheeks and Cordelia giggled. “I just had a recurring vision of Mrs. P.”
The vampire let out a visible shudder and snuck his arm around her shoulders to draw her closer to his side. “Thanks for sharing Chase.”
And the butterflies settled into a sound relaxed heartbeat as she looked up into his chocolate eyes. “I’m just a compassionate kind of gal.”
Angel’s mouth stretched into a beautiful smile that turned Cordelia’s knees to jelly-O and caused her gaze to drop to his mouth. She saw the corner of his mouth lift mischievously. “Shall we just get this over with?”
Surprised hazel eyes snapped up to his. “What?”
“Wesley?”
She just stared at him.
“The strike?”
He frowned as the brunette’s heart missed a beat. He raised an eyebrow before holding up a Wrigley’s. “Gum?”
Jerking out of her train of thought and the yummy slideshow of kissing Angel she’d started into her head, Cordelia cleared her throat and swallowed. “Right. So…what do you suggest?”
Angel wondered for a second what was it that was going through her pretty little mind, but the new plan spinning in his head got the better of him. Tightening his arm around her, he used his free hand to slide over her crossed thighs. When she instantly tensed to his touch he grinned down at her indulgently. “Wana really freak him out? Then follow my lead.”
If Angel was on a mission of freak out Wesley he was way off his mark. Because as calloused fingers slid across her thigh towards the inside, Cordelia was the one freaking out. But she didn’t dare utter a sound lest it come out in the form of a heady moan as he pulled one creamy thigh across his own, her leg swinging loosely between the both of his and his nose brushed the soft skin behind her ear.
“Cordy, try to look like you’re enjoying this; not being lead to an execution.”
She had this insane need to giggle like mad, but swallowing the panic Cordelia bit her lip, silent under the shroud of a lie that hit a little close to home. Pretending to enjoy herself. Sure. That should be easy. All she’d have to do it give in to the sinking sensation in her loins and kiss the beejeezuz out of the stupidly sexy vampire. That would really freak Wesley ou…oh hello! When Angel’s tongue slid out to taste her earlobe Cordelia’s eyes slid shut.
Wesley had just finished the final calculation before he looked up at his two employees – and froze.
Sweet Mary mother of Jesus! His jaw hit the counter top as he watched Angel’s tongue slink into his seer’s ear, eliciting a groan from the beautiful brunette. One of his hands was on her leg perched in his lap, the tips of his fingers skimming the softer skin on her inner thigh. The arm that had been around the back had slid down to wrap around her trim waist, the fingers splayed languidly against her belly, his thumb nearly skirting the underside of her right breast.
Of course the brunette wasn’t far behind. Her left hand was bent back against the neck of his white vest and the other cupping his hand on her belly; and she did not look short of ecstasy. This was not the platonic champion-seer relationship Wesley was aware of. This looked a little to authentic and on the road to future soul-lessness for the idiotic vampire and the possible disembowelment of the blissful seer and everyone else involved in this little picture.
Jumping to his feet Wesley opened his mouth to yell and his world tipped into blackness He stood there in the dark before he realized the implication. “Bloody hell! They cut our power!”
It was more the outburst rather than the blackout that brought Angel out of his haze. With his tongue tingling from her taste and his fingers gliding across the heat between her thigh, Angel finally realized what he was doing. He’d been about to fondle Cordelia Chase. In public. Without regard for their plan. Pretending gone to hell. If Gunn hadn’t stepped in as he’d been bribed to…
“Cordy?”
“Hmmm?”
The evident scent of her response flaring his nostrils and the steady strum of her heartbeat, Angel couldn’t hold his smile and his fingers intentionally glided up under the weight of her breasts before the brunette let out a startled shriek. Gathering her against his chest he gratified in the painful yelp and crash from across the lobby and the insistent tug of Cordelia’s scent as she stared up at him blindly.
“Angel what are you…”
She would have told the pervert exactly what she thought of his taking advantage of her blindness when his fingers dug into her ribs and began to tickle.
“ANGEL!”
Wesley rubbing his throbbing toe staring blindly into the darkness as the brunette let out a muffled shriek, a giggle and then heard the vampire’s wicked chuckle. “ANGEL! Are you bloody mad! What about the curse! Cordelia! Cease this instant! You are playing with all our lives here.”
By the time she could reply and realized Angel’s game she’d caught his thick wrists in her hands and lay sprawled on top of him. Even in the darkness she couldn’t miss the grin he was throwing her way or the telltale bulge against her tummy, which said enough for the vampire’s taste in women. Feeling elated and hopeful in his granting her control she laughed huskily. “No Wesley. Just playing with Angel.”
The vampire nearly had time to open his mouth before her thighs had strategically clamped down against his torso and her nose dove against the hard muscle in his chest and found where he was ticklish the most.
“CORDELIA!”
The watcher fumbled with the matchbox at the throaty growl and the sound of tumbling. They wouldn’t! They couldn’t! “STOP! STOP RIGHT NOW! THERE WILL BE NO SNOGGING IN THIS HOTEL!”
Cordelia rewarded him with a whimper as Angel twisted and pinned her against the back of the couch, his fingers threaded through her hair, his demon purring at the physical cat and mouse game and his own un-beating heart lighter than it had been in years. It was then. The shadows over his soul were gone. Maybe there wasn’t forgetting in Cordelia’s honeyed eyes, but there was forgiveness and acceptance.
With Cordelia’s panting breath branding his mouth he only grinned ferally before jumping to his feet and throwing the giggling brunette over his shoulder. “Whatever you say Boss.”
Wesley struck a match as hurriedly held it up – only to find the lobby vacant.
“Cordelia? Angel?” His eyes widened. “Oh dear lord, what have I done!”***
“Damn, I wish I could have seen his face.” Angel snickered as he leaned against the railing lining the roof as Cordelia stood next to him, the rising moon casting a silvery glow across her skin.
Lifting a wagging finger she feigned Wesley’s wide-eyed expression. “There will be no snogging in this hotel!”
Laughing at her perfect impersonation, Angel caught her finger gently, before clasping her hand. “Stop it; you look like a fish!”
“So does he.”
With his eyes fixed on the horizon and his hand warming in hers, he watched the horizon. “So how long do you think?”
“I did leave my bra on the stairs, he should come charging up here soon enough.”
Chuckling softly, he raised her hand to kiss her knuckles before looking at her with adoring brown eyes. “You made a good partner Cordelia Chase.”
She couldn’t help smile back. “It’s a pleasure working with a man who can be conniving like a woman.”
“Thanks. I think.”
“I didn’t think you were capable of so much mischief Angel.” Cordelia winked as the looming vampire leaned back against the wrought iron railing, her hand still clutched tenderly in his.
“Well there were days before the soul.”
Laughing at the morbid stoicism she squeezed his hand gently. “Without the blood bath?”
Tugging her close he wrapped one arm around her waist as he grinned down at her. “Vampires are frisky by nature.”
Reining the crazy-happy smile she raised an eyebrow. “So what happened to you?”
A lamenting sigh tinged the mischief in his brown eyes. “I got a soul.”
“And that means you forget what unadulterated fun is like?”
He shrugged; his head bent down, her breath tickling his forehead and he bathed in the comfortable warmth of the woman he was but-crazy in love with. “Well there’s the remorse.”
Cordelia rolled her eyes. “Oh yeah. The angsting, woe-is-me constant self-flagellation is so all the rage these days Broody.”
He peeked up at her with a wounded puppy-dog frown. “I do not….flagellate.”
She stuck the back of her hand dramatically across her forehead. “Hello, I’m Angel, incredibly boring vamp with a highly deficient sex life and an emotionally inept social life. I have two modes with people.” His shoulder shook with barely concealed laughter as she stuck up two fingers in his face. “Bite and avoid.”
“Well there’s another.”
She blinked up at him, still caught up with pretending to be Angel. “Huh?”
He smirked, his hands testing the flesh of her waist before sliding to the curve of her ass and her eyebrow shot up as if daring him to go lower. “There is the man Cordy.” She shrieked with laughter as his hand grabbed the firm glob of her ass and dragged her against him, her body fitting his perfectly from knees to the top of her dress pressing the breast of his vest. Or was it her breasts and his top? Angel didn’t give a damn, because her mouth was hovering above his and it occurred to him; they were going to share the first willing, mutual kiss without the threat of collapsing buildings, secret closets and their lives on the line.
The giddy anticipation building in his veins, the insane need to eat her alive and the insatiable love Angel felt for this woman must have shone in his eyes because, her hands that were braced against his chest slid up the lines of his shoulders and around the column of his neck. The vampire shivered, his eyes slipping shut and he could almost hear the smile in the soft breath against his mouth. “Last warning brighteyes, you kiss me now and I’m never stopping.” His voice shook and was deeper than he cared to admit.
Her palms cupped his jaw, the soft pads of her thumbs pressed into the corners of his mouth. Cordelia was always the one to dive in feet first but she wanted to make sure he was right there with her. “Not unless you open your eyes and look at me do this Angel.”
He lifted his lids to see the sinfully rich toffee in her eyes darken with a mixture of blatant desire and naughty love. Only she could pull it off and Angel watched her, his eyes trained on hers as her breath hitched in her throat, the spine under his palms trembling in sync with his. But she didn’t pull her eyes away. Not this time. And he realized he’d never let her look away.
There was one soft brush of lips on lips. Breath held, and there was another loving caress, a promise, words unspoken and then her hand snaked into his hair, her lips sliding into the contours of his mouth, and both sets of eyes slid shut, reassured and drugged with the heady sensation of finally being together.
And they were kissing. Of course, you’d think two people who lead their high-powered lives and were in love would be overcome with lust and hunger. Angel couldn’t deny it. There was a helpless hunger in her mouth as it molded itself to his, the simple press of supple lower lip and the tease of her thinner upper lip seemed to meld into his and the contact was electric, hot and just so damned delicious, neither of them moved. Drinking in the warmth and the raspberry of her lip-gloss, Angel just held her against him, reassuring every dead cell in his body that she was back and there was no need to pretend to be cocky, beige-y, self-assured and strong when he was bursting with unadorned bliss. Cordelia Chase was his.
With a muffled half groan, half growl he slid one hand up her still shaky spine and held her head captive, marveling at the expanse of his hand around her fragile cranium. She was fragile in the wickedest and naughtiest ways and the combination was like wine on his already buzzing nerves. Holding her captive, Angel kissed her back, his lips catching hers with soft, but searching bites to suckle her lower lip for an instant. He must have done something right because she dragged in a sharp puff of breath, and her arms wrapped snuggly around his neck, her jaw opening against Angel’s, her hips rolling into his and one moonlit sandal left the ground as she leaned into him.
And Angel knew. She loved him to death. The leg said it all.
When she finally pulled her mouth away to draw a ragged breath, her lips smiled against his. Their eyes closed, but seeing, Angel noticed the press of both legs against his, as she stood there on tiptoes. “Your foot left the ground, didn’t it?”
And still she didn’t open her eyes, her fingers at his nape skirting through soft hair adoringly. “Nope.”
Opening his eyes Angel grinned. “You’re such a lousy liar.”
“Yup!” Her shoulders shook with mirth.
Giving her another squeeze into his arms he nuzzled her nose. “You love me.”
Her lashes fell coyly against the rise of her cheeks and she shook her head. “Nope.”
“Liar. Liar. Panties on fire!”
And the shy, sweet woman looked up with wicked mischief. “What panties?”
Angel growled then groaned out a laugh before ducking down for another kiss, but the door to the roof slapped open and Wesley came hurtling out.
“Angel! Cordelia!” The two didn’t have time to spring apart before he was on his knees and hugging them both around the waist. “Oh thank god! You’re both fully clothed, albeit slightly attached at the lips. PLEASE! Come back to work! I’ll do ANYTHING!”
Hazel eyes met brown before Angel looked down. “Anything?”
“YES!”***
Mrs. Peabody walked across her living room and accidentally dropped her cane. “Oh bother...”
Wesley looked up from where he sat on the couch and blinked. “Let me help you madam.” Putting his book aside he walked over and bent over to pick it up.
The only sound in the night was that of a very male squeal.
Ends.
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