Go TeamC/A
Title: Of Doorknobs & Twinkies
Author: Frazi
Posted:
Rating: PG-16 for some language and situations.
Category: Humor/romance
Content: A/C
Summary: Hmmmmm...oh just read it...
Spoilers: Season one I'm guessing.
Disclaimer: The characters in the Angelverse were created by Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit is made.
Distribution: By all means just tell me where?
Notes: I've been unable to write anything CA for a while. So this is sort of like a reviving, trying to get up the inspiration to write the Fallen Angels series. *ducks various bricks*
Thanks/Dedication: Gabby, Califi, Lysa and everyone who gave me feedback. You know I love you guys. Just bear with me a little longer.
Feedback:Oh yes!
I'm living with a vampire.
Oh alright, I do more than live with this vampire, but why is it that I pick this particular moment to notice it. I mean I've lived with this manpire, I've worked side by side, fought demons and taken on monsters all day and never noticed it before. It's damned insanity. Think of it okay. You live with someone or at least spend more of your waking hours with them and you pick up on each others habits right? I mean he knows that after a particularly nasty vision I need a little pampering besides the blah pills Wesley forces down my throat. Wesley! I mean I've only known him on a permanent basis for the past four months and I knew every anal thing that he does in his usually English way, but dammit! I've known salty goodness since Sunnyhell and the stupid powers that do all shit pick today to make me aware of the simple fact.
I watch the edges of his teeth squeeze rubber a little more tightly.
Angel has an oral fixation.
And I don't think I've ever been so transfixed by a mouth chewing on the end of a damned pencil.
And yet, here I sit behind my desk in the stupid cramped office while Angel is leaning against Wesley's stupid desk looking over the latest download on the demon threatening our very existence. I'm almost sorry I had this vision, but then if I didn't love the stupid Irish demon that got me into this in the first place, I'd be sorry for every stupid vision. Except as his eyelids flicker as his eyes scan the old moldy paper, his teeth only start to grate the end of the pink rubber harder.
Swallowing hard, I try really hard to look elsewhere, but the damned eyes are scarred for life! The stupid blood vessel thingies Mrs. Pierson talked about in Biology 101 had been burned and turned to dust, when the stupid pencil entered his stupid mouth making me utterly...well stupid.
And you know before Angel had just been Angel and his mouth was just his mouth and his teeth were just his teeth, but now Angel is this tall dark brooding man with sharp lines of his face and shoulders, that delicious waistline and the extent of his long legs while his mouth is a perfect stretch of tissue over flesh that's molded to fit perfectly from the enticing darkness of the edges to the uncontrollable softness where that delicious dip in his upper lip meets the lower and his teeth. God, burn me at the stake and color me bad because I've never had a vampire fetish.
Not while I was in Sunnyhell and never in LA where the threat of teeth and bones is even more potent without the shroud of the slayer. But those damned teeth I've seen extend into perfect fangs and retract back to blunt whiteness countless times but never remembered before until I see them nip the end of the stupid pencil and starting this stupid staring problem on my part.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
And then his tongue ventures out of the recesses that are the caverns of his mouth and touch the tip of the pink rubber.
Squeak.
Chocolate brown eyes that had before been just eyes glance up and overcast eyebrows that had been just eyebrows rise in surprise at the uncharacteristic sound leaving my lips. When notices my wide eyed fear at being discovered, and note that my eyes are still embarrassingly enough glued to his mouth.
“Was that a squeak?”
Wesley looked up from scribbling on his pad to frown around the room. “Oh dear I hope there aren't rats. I do so hate rats. Nasty buggers.”
And yet I stare. Oh dear god! Will the mortification ever end?
Now Angel's not stupid and neither is he the kind to let sleeping dogs lie. The simple thing for him to do was to go back to his chewing and let me stare. But the curiosity killed Cordelia and he looks behind him to make sure it was him I was looking at, before ducking his head lower and leveling his gaze with mine.
“Cordy?”
But thank goodness meeting the amused depths of his eyes kicks the air out of my lungs and I remember to breathe and bat my eyes. Yes. It's easier when I'm not looking at him. But then I can't walk around the entire stupid office all day with my eyes closed. Of all the powers Doyle has to give me.
“Cordelia?”
Whimper.
“Are you okay?”
Oh dear god and the voice is closer so I finally crack one eye open, not trusting myself to fully look up at him and squint at him. “Ahem. Hmmm?”
“Did you just whimper?”
And the full beam of his intimately touching gaze that had before just been a gaze hits me with full force. “Pencil.”
He blinks in alarm and I finally shake myself to my senses. All the years of self control and a Chase goes down in flames. It was unheard of. I had to be strong. “Um...yeah,” I put one hand on my closed eye and looked up at him with apparent calmness, “yeah just something in my eye. Can I have your pencil?”
Just the amused confusion in the lines of his forehead tells me enough. He thinks I've finally lost my mind. “Why?”
“So I can jab the remaining eye with it. Just give me the damned pencil Angel.” I jumped to my feet and held out my hand. There was only so much humiliation I could stand. And I didn't look at him, just angrily glared at the flat planes of his stomach that had never fascinated me before as it was placed in my hand. Then with one last huff I spun on my heel and walked out of the office and into the bathroom.
I hear Angel just as I snap the pencil in two. “She needs to get out more often.”
It took me exactly twenty minutes to even my breathing throw the pencil down the toilet and fix my skirt on my hips before I was able to walk back to the office.
“Eye okay now Cordy?”
Looking up I sent him a bright smile that should have reassured him if it wasn't too wide because I swear I saw him stagger with the shock of it. “Perfect.” Was it just me or did the 'per' in perfect come out more like a 'purrrrr'? Walking to the coffee maker I poured myself a mug while Angel walked into his office.
“Get me a cup will you Cordy?” I stared after him as he walked through the open door, my eyes staring at his back.
“Me?”
“Yeah, while I look at this file. I could use a little pep.” He fell into his chair before meeting my eyes. “Just no cinnamon in it this time?” And that was when he smiled. Oh dear Lord, full onslaught of content Angel smile and I stood there one hand holding my mug and the other the pot of coffee. Oh dear god it was true. I was starting to feel attracted to the big dork. And all because I saw him sucking on the fat end of a pencil. Oh god! Please shoot me now and put me out of my misery.
“Could you get me a spot of Coffee as well Cordelia?”
Slowly glancing down at Wesley I wondered how to put both the mug and pot down before my feet ran for the exit. I couldn't be here. I had to get out. Get out now. “Wesley?”
He didn't look up from his scribbling. “Hmmm?”
“Gimmie some money.”
At that he looked up. “What?”
Think. Think. Think.
“Umm...this brew has gone bad, I'm going to run to Starbuck's.”
He frowned. “But I just got...”
I slapped both the mug and the pot on his table. “Give me the damned money Wesley!”
The twenty dollar bill was thrust under my nose and my feet were finally stalking for the door. Oh god I was fixated with Angel's oral fixation.
When I finally entered the office again, I am smiling more calmly and feeling lighter than I had all morning. So what if like an incessant one year old my vampire put everything he encountered in his mouth. Of course one year olds also had their mother's breasts and oh dear god bad mental picture! Eyow! Eyow! Eyow! And not once was I the mother. Um. Okay not the first two times, then every time the damned image in my head was with my boob and his...um...
“Here's yours Wes. Double shot of espresso.”
He looks up with a smile. “Bless you Cordelia. This new demon is a rather elusive bugger.”
I pat his head with a supportive smile. “You'll bite it yet Wes. You're research boy.” Then I pick up Angel's cup of coffee and pushed the door to his office open. I open my mouth, grinning and planning on a witty greeting before both feet screech to a halt and I swear there must be smoke at my heels.
Angel is sitting sprawled in his chair looking out of the dusky window, one ankle propped over knee, one hand twisting a pen between his fingers and the other hand...oh dear god...his elbow propped up on the arm of his chair his pointer finger sliding across the expanse of his lower lips before being caught at the edge of his mouth, his teeth worrying the tip before making another pass. And for reference the teeth catching the delicious pad of his wide finger are his canines. His fangs that had before just been fangs.
Whine.
He snaps out of his thoughts to blinks at me in surprise. “Cordy! Hey” He drags his ankle off the knee and slides forward in his chair. “You didn't have to go out and get that.” Rising out of the chair, his hand falls next to him and my eyes follow the tell tale wetness where his finger had made contact with his mouth. Walking towards me he gives me a smile I don't see until his hand touches mine holding the cup. When I don't let go he blinks. “This is for me isn't it?”
Staring up into the chocolate depths of his eyes I swallow the lump in my throat and make the mistake of taking a deeper breath than necessary. My senses are assaulted with the scent that is uniquely Angel. Spice and pine and a hint of coffee and I am bodily pushed away almost burnt with the brand in my nostrils. I'll never smell anything again.
“Yes. Oh god, I just remembered! I left my car at the shop. I better go.” Scrambling back out of the office I nearly collide with Wesley as he jumps out of the way just in time to save his coffee from spilling across my back and I only notice the suspicious amusement in Angel's sharp face before I'm running from the office. Again.
Angel's confused statement only makes me run harder. “She doesn't have a car.”
Oh dear god! No please! This is where I work. I can't do anything anywhere else. Please don't do this to me. Not with him. Not with my home. Things couldn't get weird in the one place where I could hide. Please don't take away the one man who could hold me and make me feel I never needed anyone else again. Please God don't make this weird here at work. I couldn't be falling for Angel. Hormones. Only hormones. And all because of Angel's stupid oral fixation.
I needed a cold shower.
Twenty-six hours, twenty-two minutes and forty-nine seconds ago I discovered Angel has an oral fixation. Eight hours, twenty-seven minutes and twenty seconds ago I discovered breaking every damned pencil in the office didn't put an end to my misery. Eight hours, twenty-two minutes and five seconds ago I was finally showered cleaned and secure in my Angel fetish. Eight hours, nineteen minutes and seven seconds ago I found myself standing in the doorway of the office the next morning watching him looking at the confectionary item suspiciously. Eight hours, eighteen minutes fifty-five seconds ago I realized I had let out a very unlady like curse.
Oh dear god in heaven, who the hell gave him a Twinkie? Who would every do something so cruel and immoral? What about all that crap about lack of vamp taste buds unless it was blood? Somebody forgot to inform my vampire, because while Gunn stood there smirking like a stupid idiot, prodding Angel to go ahead and finish at least one and Wesley scarfing one down as I say this, Angel was holding the scrumptious article a few centimeters from his mouth, before his lips parted and the tongue slid out to swipe a little of the oozing cream from the edge. That was when the doorknob on the front door came off in my hand and I cursed.
Three pairs of eyes looked up at me and my damned eyes were fixed on Angel's tongue still caught halfway between the Twinkie and his lips a spot of cream covering the tip. And that was when it became too damned much. If the curse hadn't startled my orally fixated vampire enough, the speed of the distance I covered must have before my hands grabbed his big beautiful head and pulled it down. I can't blame this one on vision transfer strategy. Because before Angel could blink or close his mouth, my tongue slid out, wrapped around his and sucked away every last bit of cream there was along with the distinct metal of a taste that is purely Angel.
His eyes widened as I crushed my lips into his. With a sharp intake of breath he leaned back slightly, his hip hitting the edge of Wesley's desk, waiting for me to break the kiss with an apology of being crazy even a little horny, but I didn't. My body instinctively moved forward and fit the curves of his. With my eyes sealed shut, the drug, that was Angel-vampire extraordinaire, began to move through my body. It was a tingle that started where our lips connected then spread down my neck, chest and arms in a fire that only got stronger as it went lower. His taste should have been outlawed. If I were Angel, I'd be orally fixated on myself.
I thought he was frozen in shock, in fact, I'd expected it but what I didn't fathom was that after a second his arms wrapped around me tightly, his lips drinking in mine with a quiet hunger I wasn't prepared for. His tongue ran along my lower lip, and I moved unconsciously against him, completely unaware of the audience as Gunn, who we hadn't known long, along with Wesley, who did know us and probably thought he didn't, gaped in shock.
Angel's tongue didn't prod and tease my lips, encouraging me to let him in, but swept back boldly to tangle with mine. With a soft moan, my hands left their hold on his face and slid around his neck, my fingers slipping through the silky hair at the nape of his neck, and conceded to his unspoken request. The kiss was fast but thorough.
His tongue made a pass around mine with a confidence that came with centuries of experience. One. Twice. Three times; tasting, savoring. I felt the heat rise up my toes and finally explode in my head as his fingers ran up into my hair, as he finally slanted his lips on to mine. In the span of the ten to fifteen second that the kiss continued it was then when I finally realized he was kissing me back. His hands clutched my soft hair in his fists and he let out a vibrating groan as I explored his mouth, learning the flavor, the shape, the contours of his mouth, tasting the Twinkie he had been eating. It was a kiss I had initiated and he wouldn't let me break. I wondered if he had been caught into the moment of unruly passion, or meant every silent promise.
Oh I hope. I hope. I hope.
I ignored the fact that after this was over he would most likely fire me, or slay me like a cow. But the thought had became unimportant when I'd felt his hands roaming through my already disheveled hair, moving in tiny circles with his sleek, sexy fingers while his mouth plundered mine. And when the tension build to a crescendo in my chest it was his hands that gently pulled on my hair, breaking the connection of our mouths, and letting me drag in much needed air I'd forgotten I needed. His pupils dilated and his chest heaving with breath he didn't need, I stared into his eyes more than a little disoriented. Then realization dawned on me and exactly what I had done suddenly weighed over me.
Shit. Shitty shit shit! Crap Damn!
No credit to his vampire ability, he must have seen the fear on my face, because his hands untangled out of my hair. The air rushed in and out of my lips and the smoke sifted out of his eyes. For a second he stood under the weight of my body complacently until I jerked away, my insanity giving way to absolute fright.
And there in the only place I could call home, I felt naked. I had laid everything on the line. What the hell had possessed me?
I can still recall the smoky dark chocolate of his eyes as his lower lip hung startled and marked with the cherry from my lip-gloss as he gazed down at me with bewildered desire that he probably didn't even know was there. Well right back at you Broody-boy. There's only so much a seer can take before she flat runs out of excuses. And I was never the 'excuse-me' type.
And then I ran.
Eight hours, eighteen minutes fifty-five seconds later I had discovered Angel's oral fixation had, for the first time in my life, made me run like the rabbit in 'Alice in Wonderland' and hide in my apartment in the fading light of the evening. Oh god please, why couldn't I stop my tongue from sliding across my bottom lip every two seconds, revisiting his damned taste.
Falling. Bah humbug! I'd fallen for my stupid vampire boss long before his oral fixation. But I hadn't counted on being slapped with the information so damned suddenly. I thought the PTB were on our side.
KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.
Sinking lower into the cushions on my couch I sigh. “Dennis that's probably my Pizza. I told him to leave the box at the door since I might be in the shower. Slide the money out under the door then open the door in a minute or so okay?”
The soft breeze that caresses the crown of my hair is agreement enough as the money floats off the coffee table. With a sigh I snuggle deeper into my couch and drape my arm on the arm of the couch, my head pillowed there. Eight hours, twenty-nine minutes and forty seconds ago I still had a boss, a best-friend and a job. Now I had one very large cheese pizza and a ghost that wasn't potent enough to wrap me in big strong arms and draw out all the pain and guilt. The door opened and I closed my eyes as the moisture welled up there. My lack of self control would cost me a few extra pounds and one best-friend with an oral fixation. The soft breeze ruffled my hair again. “Just put it on the table Dennis, I'll eat it later.”
“Okay, but can I keep the tip?”
“AHHHHHHHHH!” I was up like a shot, losing my balance; I stand up on my couch and tip sideways as I look at the looming figure in the sparse light coming in through my darkening curtains and the solitary light in the kitchen. But cold hands reach out and one hooks the dip in my waist while the other wraps around an elbow and instead of tipping towards one very painfully sharp coffee table, I collide against a solid muscled chest.
It was much later when the lamp in the living room came on did I venture to raise my eyes as I stand there wrapped up in the arms on one very silent, expressionless vampire and my heart breaks.
The slopes and slants of his face were unreadable and the smile was gone. I'd stolen it away because of one little moment of weakness and one deplorable Twinkie. The knot in my chest tightens and the grief and guilt threatens to pool my eyes, but I look away from the flickering brown of his eyes. Pushing against his chest, my hands take an instant to memorize the hardness of his chest and the tender softness of his sweater before I push myself out of the strength in his arms. “Sorry.”
“I should be apologizing for startling you.”
Not able to meet his eyes I tuck a strand of my long hair behind my hair nervously. “No shit.”
“I'm sorry Cordelia.”
My chin nearly trembles when he didn't call me Cordy. But a Chase never breaks in public. “Apology accepted.”
Dead silence follows my smartly witty words as we stand there in the semi darkness of my apartment. How could something so simple become such thick tension between two people who, before, could talk about anything? Already it had changed. God why couldn't he just tell me I'd crossed the line and get it over with. The fatherly admonition would cut my heart into pieces, but maybe it won't make him leave me.
“Say it already Angel.”
“Say what?”
I look up the frustrated anxiety in the pit of my stomach making me glare up at him even though I wasn't angry with him.
“Tell me you don't swing that way. Not with me and I should keep my kissie impulses to myself.”
And he does it again. Standing there in front of me he catches the inside of his bottom lip between his teeth as his eyes regard me with guarded emotions.
I groan with painful frustration as I squeeze my eyes shut, my hand reaching out and the tips of my fingers catching the edge of his lower lip. “God, please don't. I'm sorry, but I'm just at the end of my patience here and you're a vampire and the oral fixation is probably natural. Goes with the whole undead territory, blah blah woof woof. I know it's not your fault, but I can't take the tease anymore even if you're not doing it on purpose.” With effort enough to lift the Rock of Gibraltar I drag my fingers away from the firm softness of his mouth and step away from him, my eyes opening to fix on the painting on the wall, where I could only see his silhouette out of the corner of my eye. God, was it asking much too make this as painless as possible?
“Cordelia?”
Shoot me and put me out of my misery already but please don't call me 'Cordelia' Angel.
“Cordelia, what makes you think it's not on purpose?”
My head snaps back and I gawk at him, my mouth hanging abnormally open and my breath frozen on my lips.
The Rock of Gibraltar turned into lumpy toast.
When the left corner of his mouth started to lift I took a step back as if visibly slapped and he ran a hand through his hair to hide his smile.
“Fuck Cordelia, I didn't think it would take you this long to figure it out.”
The Rock of Gibraltar started to fume and if I'd been holding a weapon, Angel would be sans fingers and toes, no matter how delectable he was with them.
Noticing that I was no longer the proverbial deer caught in the headlights of a speeding car, even though, he was more of a freight train. “You scared Wes and Gunn though.”
Closing my eyes, my fists clenched tighter as the insane anger built inside me. “You...you swine! You fat conniving bastard!”
“Fat?” His eyes sparked with mischief as he feigned hurt.
“You FAT arrogant pig!”
His mouth spread into a wide grin. “I've had two hundred and fifty years of acting experience.”
“ASSHOLE!”
He laughed. “You're just sore Cordy.”
“ARGH!!!!” I paced there in front of him, horribly conflicted between either kissing the daylights out of him, or staking him where he stood. “You planned this!”
He smiles wickedly, “Yes, I did. Do you really think a vampire would play fair?” I could hear the amusement in his voice. Smug bastard.
“Why?” Though I know the answer even before I speak.
“Because you are mine,” comes back to me, whispered with all the fierceness of someone who has found something long lost. The ridges ripple in his forehead as the flickering mirth of his chocolate eyes melts into sinful gold.
His eyes never leave mine and the simple declaration makes me tremble to the roots of my hair. Buffy. Her name nearly makes it past my lips, but the dark honesty in the golden slight of his eyes speak enough. Covering the little distance between us, albeit a lot slowly than before, I stand gazing up into his face. Fangs that had before only been fangs slid back to the whiteness.
“Damn you,” I whisper as he lowers his head.
Just before he could claim my mouth in a kiss, he speaks. “Probably.”
This kiss is nothing like the kiss in the office. That one had been tender, passionate, and just a bit hesitant. And too damned quick. This kiss holds nothing in comparison. It is hard, needy and hungry; where the previous kiss had seduced, this one demanded. His fingers come to bury in my hair, pulling my head back to expose the column of my throat to his questing tongue and lips. When his hips slide to connect with mine a soft growl made me gasp and pull away to look up into the face of his demon.
In for a penny? I lean forward to kiss him, and he jerks away slightly, but my fingers tighten on his shoulders I leaned up further, running my tongue along the edge of his teeth, plunging my tongue deep into his mouth, careful to avoid the bite. And the kiss explodes and deepens, with a little more pressure his mouth complies, opening and welcoming above mine. And when his tongue seeks entrance, I open my mouth to receive it. He explores my lips, the roof of my mouth, and under my tongue. And I'm branded. Then his lips trace my jaw and across to my ear, were he breathes a shuttered breath into it, a soft shudder leaving him that I didn't expect from my big strong vampire.
I kiss him fiercely then, burying my face in his neck and sucking his borrowed blood to the surface. The low growl of pleasure surprises me as his hands tighten on my hip bone. Breathing hard, I back off and see the red mark I had given him; surprising myself with the dark desire to mark him somehow as mine. I look up slightly afraid of this between us. This is way beyond teasing and I can see him take an unnecessary deep breath, reaching for some control.
“Angel, we can't...”
“Shhh...do you trust me Cordy?” Caressing the side of my body with one hand, he tests the fullness of my breast and I can't help arch into his touch.
This was not teasing anymore. His hand leaves my breast to slide along the dip of my waist, the curve of my hip, and the taut muscle of my thigh and I am quivering under his touch. This was Angel. This was oral fixated Angel and I was the one who had marked him. Oh god he was rubbing off on me. That was the only solution.
Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. Angel and his oral fixations had rubbed off on me.
“So... you love me?”
I looked up into his stoically calm face and snort slightly. “What?”
“You love me, right? Angel manly man too much for you? Couldn't resist could you?” He winks without cracking a smile and I'm tempted to think this isn't my vampire. But I know him well. Oral fixations and all.
“What?!”
“I knew it would happen sooner or later.”
“Oh my god!”
“Can't resist the vampire call can you.” And I can tell he's trying really had to not smile or laugh.
Raising an eyebrow and crossing my arms as I gaze at him evenly. “Listen, you pompous windbag, I would never-” But before I can finish I am hauled against him, and pinned against the wall, bringing his lips down on mine roughly.
My eyes widen slightly in surprise, but when the kiss continues, I can't keep my arguments over his arrogant pig male flaunting turning into a moan, eyes closing when the rough, sandpaper chin glided against mine, with his tongue ventured into my lips again, I sighed. And I'd been thinking of getting rid of this taste of Twinkies and Angel. I deserved to be shot.
When his hands lightly skim the hard nub of my left breast, my eyes shoot wide open. Back to teasing again!?
“Angel-” But the words die in my throat when I see the intensity in the flickering gold eyes. Oh God... they burned.
“I love you, Cordy,” he whispers, fingers cradling my face without the teasing or the taunting. “I love you.”
And just like in those stupid seedy romance novels, right there in my darkened apartment, wearing draw string pajamas in my heart pitter pattered, my chest heavesagainst him, and I realize that it was completely hopeless resisting this man. Vampire. All of him.
“Angel,” I whisper, smiling into his lips, my calf sliding around his to pull him closer. “Damn you; you'll be the death of me.”
“I'm counting on it, Baby. Because there is no other way I will let you go.” He chuckles; breath hot and moist against my lips.
I grin up at him. “Want to know what my fixation is?”
“Tell me all about it.” Reaching down he scoops me up in his arms and I nuzzle into the crook of his neck. Yup. I bet I could share Angel's oral fixation.
“Oh and Cordy.”
“Hmmm?”
“Do you still have the doorknob to the front door?”
THE END
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