Go TeamC/A
Title: Mister Sandman
Author: Califi
Posted: 05
Rating: Sorta N-17
Category: smuttyish fluff/humour
Content: C/A
Summary: “…bring me a dream
Make him the cutest that I’ve ever seen
Give him two lips like roses and clover
Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over...” a pointless bit of fluff.
Spoilers: S1 before Expecting
Disclaimer: The characters of ATS & the sand do not belong to me- the first I would like to own and the other can stay on the beach.
Distribution: just ask
Notes: No idea where this is going at the time of writing this legend, so buckle up and hope for the best. I grabbed a tiny bit of premise from a challenge of mine THAT NO ONE WOULD DO *pout*. A/N: I posted this at FSB for the Summer Beach house Theme.
Thanks/Dedication:For Lia, who got me to finish it after I had decided to consign it to the recycle bin- so blame Lia for me posting, kay??? *more hugs*
Feedback:Like Macedonian Nut ice-cream on any day.
Sand itches like a bitch - but it's a bitch I'm pretty much gonna thank right now.
Why?
It all started four hours ago when Cordelia had a vision...***
"I SO cannot believe this'" If she says that one more time, Angel thought to himself, I'm gonna have to do something- drain her? Nope; he shook his head almost imperceptivity. Too permanent... maybe a gag will do? He sighed softly as Cordelia bitched on and on. He sometimes wondered why he had these unexpected and annoying feelings for her lately. Life would have been a lot easier if both heads he possessed weren't so into her right now... Angel pursed his lips in further irritation when he had to remind himself that one of those 'heads' wouldn't have a chance in hell of getting into her the way it would like. He shook his head to clear it and half listened to her continued yammering .
"The first time in like- EVER I get a date; get all dressed up- not that anyone around here noticed." A pointed look from heavily mascara-ed eyes swivelled his way, which he just as pointedly ignored. "And WHAMMOO' Just as I'm all set to leave, I get a brain crunching vision. As for the new hottie I only met yesterday, and was gonna be my first date?" an almost animalistic growl left her throat. "Let's say he wasn't impressed by my Wes-dance and couldn't get outta there fast enough." A sigh wrenched the air, covering the "good thing too" he muttered softly. Saved him the job.
"I so cannot believe this" she repeated- for the tenth time in the last twenty minutes. "It's all YOUR fault'" Cordelia shifted in her seat and poked Angel in the ribs sharply. He winced and glared, and for a moment Cordelia was certain unmentionable threats burned in his darkened eyes.
"MY fault? Why is it my fault?" Cordelia's answering glare said it all: silly question. Obviously so silly that she refused to lower herself with a reply to what was sooo obvious to her- even the deaf, dumb and blind man in the corner and his brain-challenged pet dog called Spork could see it.
"STOP'" Brakes were applied a split second after her ear-piercing yell. A gag was DEFINITELY on the menu, he decided with a stifled growl. "Down there," Cordelia pointed at the darkened deserted beach just below their parked position.
Angel jumped lithely out of the Plymouth and soon had the trunk open. Cordelia opened the passenger door and climbed out at a slower pace. “Oh, just great'” she grouched as sand attacked her bare toes like a magnet.
Angel glanced up and shrugged before ducking his head back into the trunk. “It’s your own fault for wearing those ridiculous shoes.” His voice muffled by the confines of the trunk as he reached in and then straightened, holding an axe and a dagger, refusing to admit to himself just how sexy those spikey heeled sandals looked on her pretty feet.
Cordelia bit her tongue hard, which actually took a lot of her willpower and instead bent down to remove her delicate sandals, before straightening up and deliberately plonking them on the passenger seat just as Angel joined her.
“Those lethal weapons better not damage my leather,” he grumbled, eying the long heels resting on the upholstery. Cordelia merely rolled her eyes and reached out for one of his lethal weapons, frowning up at him when he instantly moved them out of reach.
“Greedy much?” she grumbled. “What am I supposed to defend myself with- these?” she spread out her fingers and waggled them in his face. “Which, by the way, you can forget,” she added with a glare. “I only had them done yesterday.” She admired the French polish momentarily before making a sudden grab for the dagger, but again Angel was way too quick, dammit.
“You’ll only end up hurting yourself,” Angel explained, almost patronising. “You can keep at a safe distance. I’ll do the stabbing,” he added, turning away with a swish of his long leather duster.
Cordelia stuck her tongue out at his retreating back before catching up. “Yeah - and look where 'stabbing' got you last time,” she mumbled under her breath, and then snickered softly when his broad shoulders went stiff for a second before deliberately relaxing He was SO easy.
Angel may have been a grouchy face and limited on the niceties of humanity, but Cordelia had to grant that he did have manners when it suited him, stopping to swing her over the jagged rocks separating them from the beach and settling her onto the soft sand below. Plus it never hurt when he touched her voluntarily, which seemed to be less and less lately to her disgruntlement.
The cool sand felt kinda nice between her toes now the shoes were off and for a moment she forgot why they were there and enjoyed the sensation- until grouchy face reminded her. Angel ignored the way she crossed her eyes at him and turned to scan the moonlit beach.
“And remember; keep away from it’s tail-“ he added only to be cut of when Cordelia huffed and stomped over to his side.
“I know, yada yada, fangs in tail, like a rattlesnake, yada yada,” she finished with a bored tone, but he noted in relief that her eyes were alert and busy checking out the beach.
“We’re too far from the nearest hospital if you get bitten, Cordelia,” he added before moving off.
"Way to make me feel secure," she grumbled before frowning after him.
“Couldn’t you just suck it out? That’s what they do in those survival shows. Angel'” Irritation tinged her voice as he widened the gap between them. Not that she had any intention of being close enough to the snaky demon to get bitten, but a girl had to cover all options, didn’t she? “You DO know how to suck out poison properly, doncha?” she asked, just in case- and then all hell broke loose.
Snaky demon had been watching them through slit eyes from the cover of some rocks several feet away, and when it had seen the gap widen between them, it went for the weaker of the two.
Before Cordelia could open her mouth and yell, Angel was there, pulling the overgrown reptile thingy off her, and she watched from her sprawled position on the sand as her again-hero pummelled, stabbed and killed the ugly creature with what seemed like relish..
Climbing to her feet once the demon had done the voodoo-like thing and turned to a goo puddle, Cordelia straightened up and then swayed a little. “Whoa,” she muttered, “the grounds all wonky” she mumbled and eyed the two vampires that appeared abruptly in front of her.
Angel’s darkening eyes took in the pallor of her face and the way her hands clutched her chest before reaching out to catch her before she collapsed to the sand. “Shit'”
The realisation that the demon had managed to bite her hit hard, and he cursed a blue streak as he lowered her carefully to the sand. He couldn't believe his stupidity in leaving her side. “Where does it hurt?” he asked, glancing from her chest to her dazed eyes.
“Here… and why is there two of you? I didn’t know you had a twin.” Cordelia asked woozily, absently rubbing at the sore spot and not noticing the sudden narrowing of his eyes or the tightening of his face when he saw the spot she’d indicated.
This could NOT be happening to him, Angel groaned inwardly, recalling her words earlier. Yes, he could suck out the poison. That wouldn’t be a problem. He sighed with frustration at the same time as pushing down the surge of something not so alien to him anymore where Cordelia Chase was concerned.
Anticipation.
Unfortunately for her- [but not him, his demon literally bounced at the thought] the bite was obviously situated on one of her breasts. One of her full, enticing, rounded, probably firm…breasts. “Oh, God,” for a second, his forehead touched hers, his eyes squeezing shut as he realised what he had to do, before opening then slowly and attempting to capture her now-slightly feverish gaze.
“Cordy…” her hazel eyes cleared a little at that. No one but Xander had ever used the shortened version of her name and instantly she became wary. Mainly due to Xander calling her that when he was either after something she wasn’t prepared to give, or to tell her something she knew she didn’t want to hear. “I need to suck out the poison,” Angel added softly, and Cordelia nodded- and then went on red alert.
“What? No WAY'” Angel jerked back at her suddenly wide-awake expression, wincing at the level her voice had notched up to. Both hands were pressed against his chest and attempted to push him away. “You are NOT sucking anything, buster'” she added with a little venom of her own. “Especially THAT'”
Although pretty miffed that she was so adamant about him touching her in such a way, Angel had to think about this in a strictly medicinal way. “It’s either suck it out or die,” he reminded her with a deliberately detached look on his face.
Cordelia wavered a little, but knowing he was right didn't make it any easier- geeze' Why did it have the be right there? Any other time or scenario, she would have been almost gaga at the thought of him wanting to place his gorgeous mouth on her breast.... as well as other places, but the fact that it was something he had to do rather than wanting to made her hesitate even more.
The wavering continued-until he added; “anyway, it’s not like I haven’t seen a woman’s breast before.” As soon as the words were out f his mouth, Angel wished he could have taken them back at the instantly indignant glare she pinned him with.
Way to feel special' She thought with a grimace, and replied with “Well, you haven’t seen mine, so forgot it'” her bottom lip wobbled at about the same time as her temperature rose unexpectedly. She couldn't figure out if it was due to the bite or the thought of his mouth...there.
Angel felt the sudden heat emanating from her body and all thoughts of persuasion went out of the window. The burn of her skin was a sign that the poison was on the move even though he'd kept her motionless on the sand. Judging by the rate her heart was going right now, though, he wasn't that surprised. Time to take it into his own hands if he wanted to save her life-. It was either that or lose her. His gut clenched at the thought.
“Look, we can do this the easy way or the hard way, Cordelia,” he told her almost harshly as the fear set in, causing her to attempt to focus on his slowly blurring face in surprise.
“What’s the easy way?” Cordelia finally asked, rapidly blinking after losing her short battle for clearer vision. He sighed heavily, and then abruptly his lips tilted in a faint smirk.
“There isn’t an easy way; I was just trying to be nice about it,” he admitted, then, without warning, he grabbed her wrists in one hand and pulled them over her head. “It’ll only hurt for a minute” he reassured her as the buttons of her blouse flicked open a little too quickly for her liking.
“Yeah, but the major embarrassment will last forever,” she grumbled nervously as he spread her blouse wide and scanned her chest area. The flush of fever that was now tinting her cheeks intensified as his eyes lifted to hers and she saw the comprehension hit. Unfortunately for her, the bite was obviously in a still covered spot.
Gulping loudly, Angel looked back down, his fingers hesitating over the front fastening of her surprisingly plain cotton bra. Just before he released the clasp, his eyes flickered to her face to find she’d squeezed her eyes tightly shut. The clasp popped open- and Angel stared.
And stared.
Then stared some more until a reedy voice caught his attention. “Hello, dying here.”
Pulling himself together with unusual difficulty, Angel attempted to ignore the luscious curves now exposed to his lecherous gaze and pinpointed the bite wound…then swallowed thickly. Two small puncture wounds rested teasingly next to a tightly budded velvety nipple. Closing his eyes for a second, Angel sent up a prayer for success in his endeavour - and guilty thanks for the opportunity, and ducked his head almost eagerly.
Cordelia shivered as moist cool flesh surround the peak of her overheated breast, thankful at least for the fever that was addling her brain to a point, she relaxed …until pressure was applied and her body felt engulfed by a mixture of pleasure and pain.
The soft moan that left her mouth had Angel’s body tensing in more ways than one. The blend of heat, velvet and the uniquely Cordelia taste went straight to his head, and he again cursed his response and fidgeted.
He slowly exerted pressure...eventually realizing he was supposed to be sucking out poison- not sucking...and nipping...and licking.
Giving himself a mental shake, Angel got to work and began sucking in earnest, grimacing as the pungent taste of poison hit his taste buds. Pulling away, a little he spat out the horrible stuff and quickly went back, drawing it out a bit at a time. By the time he was satisfied he'd removed it all and noticing hazily that her temperature seemed to be at a normal level now, Angel released her nipple with a reluctant pop and stared down at the now very rosy, very pert and moist bud.
He was just about to give into the urge and wrap too-eager lips around it again when she shifted beneath him. not yet, dammit' Reluctantly he dragged his eyes away from that particular piece of tempting anatomy and looked into her face. a light film of perspiration covered her fine features, and alert eyes captured his - and locked.
Now, the saner side of his psyche told him he'd done his job and he really should climb off her- especially as his hips had been traitorously rocking into hers. But the other side of him thought NO WAY' It might have been the fact that her hips were rocking just as much as his and the expression he was surprised and pleased to see in her eyes that did it. Whatever it was, Angel threw caution to the winds and decided to carry on tasting- starting this time with those plump, moist and slightly parted lips.
And then he was a gonner.
Cordelia Chase tasted like all the delicious but forbidden things he shouldn't be even thinking about, but felt like he'd perish if he didn't get enough of it to last a few lifetimes. Her breast had tasted sweet [sans the poison], but her mouth.... Angel was in heaven and hell.
Plunging his tongue deep into her inviting mouth, he let himself drown in her. Not like he had a shaky soul problem anymore. That had sorta, kinda changed when the oracles made him a demon with a soul again- conveniently or accidentally forgetting the happiness clause- not that he'd tried it out.
Tell a lie... He'd tried it out with a lot of one on one.... that had begun after the last time Cordelia chained him to the bed, and he'd been deliriously happy every time- until he had come out of his fantasies and realized that he was alone....
Then her tongue energetically tangled with his and all thoughts above the waist vanished in a flash.
OHMYGOD' Angel devoured her whole and all Cordelia could do was hang on and at least attempt to keep up. Salty Goodness fantasies were tame compared to this. Wow' I should have asked him to suck my breast months ago, she thought feverishly as he ate her mouth.
His hand was busy too, soon joined by the other one. As he released hers, she reached down and gripped his thick hair and pulled his head closer. Cool fingers plucked and stroked at both breasts, then he tore his mouth away from hers and ducked down to latch onto her other nipple, sucking even harder than the last time. Her back arched off the sand whilst her fingers tangled into his hair.
Cool air wafted across her thighs and broke through the fog of lust that had pulled her under. Just as one of his hands hooked into her panties, Cordelia came to her senses and snapped her legs together.
Angel growled in irritation and lifted stormy eyes to hers. "Not stopping, so suck it up, Chase," her mouth gaped open at his low snarl, then her jaw snapped closed and she released his hair to plant hands against his chest.
"You've done enough of that to last both of us a lifetime," she retorted breathlessly. "I'm not one of your chippies, so get off right now, buster'" Angel's glazed eyes and mind cleared at that and he relaxed his hold- though she noted he hadn’t moved his hands.
"I never said I wanted you to be my chippie," Angel finally replied, the fingers still tangled in her panties gave a little tug before releasing his hold abruptly and letting the elastic snap against her silky skin. Shaking his head to clear it some more, he pulled himself up and sat back on his heels.
Cordelia didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed- her raging body certainly was the latter. So busy staring up at him with a scowl, she didn't realize she was still laid out like an offering to the Gods- or a still-hungry vampire. "Well, what do you expect me to think?" she replied, the scowl on her face softening a little as confusion blurred her eyes.
"Half an hour ago you looked like you wanted to drain me- pftt'" she added at the fleeting surprise that flickered in his dark eyes. "I'm not some ditzy blonde whose too busy making goo goo eyes at you to notice, you know." She ignored the fact that that was only partially true, but she doubted he’d even noticed.
Angel was momentarily stumped. She had him there-He thought it was a pity about the goo goo eyes, but that could be worked on- now that he’d decided what the hell and to go for it. "Yeah; but the very occasional urge to bite you is understandable where you’re concerned.," he suddenly grinned and her confusion intensified.
"You make me crazy with your continuous chatter and nagging and whining..." her face fell as he began to list all the things that were definitely not on the pro list, almost missing the "and gorgeous face, body and warm heart you try so hard to hide...." he leaned over her almost predatory as he added "In fact, you just make me crazy, period." the last bit sounded out on a low, sexy growl. She gulped and stared back at him mutely.
"And that's a good thing?" Cordelia asked hesitantly after a long pause, hoping but not one hundred percent sure he meant what she thought he meant..
"Well, it definitely feels more than good to me," Angel replied. "What about you? Want to skip the chippie level and go straight to hot, loving couple?” the grin softened a little as a touch of uncertainty touched his strong features.
How he kept from grabbing her and MAKING her agree to his suggestion was beyond him. But it was worth it, when after another tense pause, Cordelia squealed and launched herself at him, tumbling them both to the sand....canned smoochy. porno music for the readers*
"I don't think I'll ever get rid of all this sand," Cordelia whined, stopping every now and then on the way back to the car, shooting Angel a stink eye when he wriggled his eyebrows and started whistling. "I’ll be sore for a month," she reddened when the whistling stopped and the leering began.
“Only a month? Not if i have anything to do with it,” he replied silkily, then smirked as mortification warred with arousal before she turned away with a huff and rushed on ahead with her nose in the air- stopping occasionally to rub at her bare legs and wriggle her delicious butt with irritation.
Sand itched like a bitch - but it was a bitch Angel definitely felt like thanking right now.
The Gritty End
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