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Part 4 Angel froze as Cordy's soft pleas penetrated the haze of his arousal; he lifted his head and looked worriedly down into her flushed face. Her lips were red and swollen from his kisses and her expression dazed with passion, but she was also biting her bottom lip in disquiet.
Angel's gaze focused on the red mark that marred the golden skin of her sleek neck, and his stomach suddenly burned with nausea - God, she must have thought ....
"No!" Cordy caught his upper arms in a firm grip as she saw his brown eyes darken to black with guilt. "That's not why." She immediately knew what the horrified vampire was thinking and rushed to convince him that he was wrong.
"You sure?" Angel choked out, his voice shaking.
"Oh course, you dumbass!" Cordy reassured him in her own inimitable way. "I know you would never hurt me - your neck fetish is fine by me, broody boy."
Angel could see the honesty of her words in her teasing gaze and he relaxed. "I came on too strong - I'm sorry, I just want you so much and I'm kind of ... well ... frustrated!"
Cordy grinned cheekily at him, her hazel eyes twinkling. "A hundred years of celibacy does that to a guy, huh?"
"Tell me about it." Angel replied in mock seriousness, his tone self-depreciating.
"You didn't come on too strong though. I do want to, so much, but it's just ..." The seer stopped and blushed.
"It's just what?"
Cordy lowered her long lashes, avoiding his questioning eyes. "I might be kind of noisy."
Angel laughed, tickled pink by her embarrassment. "And this is a problem how?"
"We might wake the baby."
"Connor could sleep through a hurricane." Angel pointed out matter-of-factly.
"Buffy and the Scooby Gang are downstairs; they'll hear us." The seer was forced to voice her real objection when the vampire quickly refuted her first statement.
"So?"
"Angel!"
Angel laughed at her shocked exclamation. "Come on Cor - what exactly do you think they're going to do? Rush up here and demand that we stop?"
"Well, considering they don't know your soul is permanent yet, I think that's a distinct possibility."
"Point taken." Angel agreed, with a slight nod of his head.
"If Buffy finds out about us, then she'll make my life complete hell." Cordy continued, her face turning serious. "It's hard enough being away from you and the rest of the guys as it is, without having to deal with your jealous ex as well. I'm sorry; I don't mean to be a tease, but I'm not comfortable making love with Buffy downstairs. It's eww!"
Angel considered her reasoning. "All right - I do agree it'd be a bit weird. Let's get one thing straight though Cordy. What I do with my life is non of Buffy's business anymore, she doesn't own me."
"You know that and I know that, but does she? I don't think so. Little Miss Slay-Happy still regards you as her property, that was more than obvious from her behaviour towards you tonight."
The vampire looked at her blankly and Cordy's face split into a wide smile. "I *so* love you. You didn't even notice her coming on to you earlier, did you?"
"I was too busy noticing you to pay much attention to anyone else." Angel confessed brusquely, then wrapped his large hand around the nape of her neck, crushed his mouth against hers and forced her lips open with the pressure of his kiss.
Unable to resist the temptation, Cordy locked her arms around his head and returned his ardent embrace with fervour, her tongue parrying with his as her fingers curled tightly into his dark spiky hair.
Angel groaned and reluctantly tore himself away as their shared passion for each other began to escalate out of control, for the second time that night. His whole body was throbbing with unassuaged need.
"Noo, don't want you to stop." Cordy whined in frustration. "I've changed my mind. Forget about Buffy." She tugged his face back down to hers, her tongue seeking to tangle with his again.
Angel caught her hands in his and pressed them firmly down on the pillow next to her head, somehow finding the strength to spurn her advances.
"Do you really mean that or is it just the hormones talking?" he growled, his voice hoarse with arousal. "Because if we go any further Cordy, there *will* be no going back - trust me on that."
The seer looked up at him with passion-drugged eyes, her chest heaving with every intake of air as she struggled to think clearly. She loved him so much and wanted desperately to express those feelings physically, but Angel would be gone tomorrow and she had to continue to live in this house, with people who barely tolerated her presence, alone and away from everyone she loved.
The vampire's eyes widened in alarm as Cordy's beautiful hazel eyes suddenly welled up with shiny tears. "Hey - what's wrong?"
"I don't want you to go back to LA and leave me here alone again." Cordy cried, tears rolling unchecked down her cheeks as her determination to remain strong and steadfast in the face of adversity disintegrated. "I just want to come home."
"Ssh baby, ssh." Angel murmured soothingly, brushing the wet strands of her hair off her cheeks and peppering her damp face with brief consoling kisses. He rolled onto his side and gathered Cordy close in his arms, his fingers stroking up and down her back as he continued to whisper nonsensical words of comfort in her ear.
The seer buried her face against his chest, crying quietly. Angel could feel the warmth of her tears against his cool skin as they soaked through the cotton material of his t-shirt. Cordy's distress tore at his heart, but he hadn't a clue what to say to make her feel better. The pain of separation was getting to him too, but at the moment he couldn't see any alternative to the situation.
The team at Angel Investigations were stretched to the limit trying to cope with everything that Wolfram and Hart were throwing at them; so until he found a way to protect them whilst he wasn't around, it simply wasn't safe for Cordy and Connor to return to LA.
Wesley had devised a series of clever diversions to enable him to slip away unnoticed to Sunnydale tonight, but Angel knew it was too dangerous to repeat that ruse on a frequent basis. The vampire couldn't risk making the trip to visit them too often because he was scared of revealing their location to his enemies.
It had taken a week, but Wolfram and Hart had eventually discovered that he had sequestered his family into hiding. Although it seemed obvious, it so far hadn't occurred to the lawyers and their cronies that he'd placed Connor and Cordy under the protection of the slayer, but it was only a matter of time before they worked it out.
"I'm sorry for being all pathetico-girl." Cordy hiccuped as she attempted to choke down her sobs. "I know this is necessary to stop Wolfram and Hart getting their evil hands on our baby."
The seer shuddered as she remembered the grotesque mother and baby cages that they'd discovered on their return to the Hyperion, the night Connor had been born. "We have to be strong for our son."
Angel cupped her tearstained face in his palms and kissed her softly. "I want you both to come home too. I promise I will do everything in my power to make that happen as soon as possible. I just don't know how long it's gonna take. Until that time Connor's going to need his mommy to be strong for him, can you try and do that for me baby?"
"Okay, I'll try." Cordy sniffled and snuggled against his chest.
Angel turned onto his back, keeping one arm looped loosely around her bare shoulders. The seer's fingers traced patterns on his cotton-clad torso as he ran his hand through her dark silky hair. "I'm not Connor's mom." she informed him quietly.
Angel dropped a kiss on the top of her head. "You were the one who called him 'our baby' and 'our son'" he pointed out.
"I did?"
"Yep, I think so."
Cordy smiled to herself. "I guess I did. Is that a problem?"
"Not for me, it isn't. I certainly have no objection to him viewing you as his mom."
"Really?"
"Yes really." Angel assured her. "Darla's dead and, although I'll tell Connor the truth about his biological mother when he's old enough to understand, she can't be there for him as he grows up. You can be though - if you want to that is."
"Of course I want to - I love you *and* Connor, Angel."
"Next time I visit - we're staying in a hotel right?" Angel said, his voice gruff with the emotions her affirmation of love had stirred within him. "I'm gonna go mad if I can't make love to you soon."
Cordy giggled at the sexual frustration that was also clearly evident in his tone. "Sounds like a plan to me." she agreed wholeheartedly.***
"Angel!"
The vampire groaned and pulled the pillow over his head to drown out the shrill shriek; it wasn't time to get up yet.
"Angel! Get yer fat butt in here now!"
Angel sighed, pulled his head out from under the cushion, and carefully opened his eyes one at a time. Connor lay gurgling on the bed next to him, clad only in his diaper. The baby boy had a quizzical look on his cute little face.
"I think Daddy's in trouble with Mommy." he told Connor in a low singsong voice. If Angel didn't know better, he could have sworn his son smirked at him.
Cordy appeared in the doorway of the on-suite bathroom, wearing just her underwear and an outraged expression on her pretty face. The violet silk bra and panties set she wore left very little to the imagination. Angel was suddenly wide awake. What the fuck is she trying to do - kill me?
"You gave me a hickey." The seer pouted and pointed to the purple bruise-like mark on her neck. "I haven't had a hickey since High School."
The curtains in the bedroom were shut for obvious reasons, but Angel could tell it was past dawn because the filtered light illuminated the room without the aid of electricity. "What time is it?" he grumbled petulantly, ignoring her remonstrations.
"About 8am." Cordy told him absently, her attention still focused on her own dilemma. "Do you know how difficult these things are to cover up?" She screwed up her nose in disgust and went to study herself in the bathroom mirror again.
Angel rolled out of bed, placed up a few pillows around his son so that he couldn't roll towards the edges of the bed, then followed his girlfriend into the bathroom where the disgruntled seer was still fussing over the mark on her neck.
"Do vamp hickeys take longer to fade?" Cordy asked worriedly when she sensed his presence behind her, despite not being able to see his reflection next to hers in the mirror.
Angel began to chuckle - the look on his seer's face was priceless. "It's just a normal hickey Cor." he reassured her, touching the mark he'd made with two cool fingers.
He gently turned Cordy to face him then and looked her up and down, his eyes darkening with desire. "Did you wear this just to torture me?" he growled, tracing the edges of her bra with his forefingers, raising goose bumps on her golden skin.
"No, I was getting dressed when I noticed the - Angel!" The seer gasped when his large hands began to slowly map the curves of her body and he bent to nuzzle behind her left ear with his cool lips.
A sharp knock on the bedroom door a few moments later caused them to spring apart.
"It'll be Willow." Cordy hissed in panic. "She brings me up a cup of coffee every morning."
The seer pushed Angel firmly away and turned back to the mirror. "Go and answer it. Tell her I'm in the shower or something. I can't see anyone until I've covered this up."
Angel sighed; he wished they could just be honest about their relationship, but he respected Cordy's choice to keep things a secret. The seer was the one who had to live here though. Angel knew that Buffy could, and would, make things difficult for Cordy if she found out the truth about the two of them.
The vampire, therefore, reluctantly did as Cordy had asked and went to let Willow in; his heart heavy with the knowledge that they wouldn't be alone again until the slayer left for her shift at the Doublemeat Palace later on that afternoon.
"Don't you have to go to work yet?" The question came out a lot sharper than Angel intended, but Buffy was getting on his nerves big time. Ever since he and Cordy had ventured downstairs with Connor that morning, the slayer had been hovering like a bee round a honeypot and it was driving him insane.
Cordy had told him the previous night that it was time to introduce some solid food into Connor's diet, and because she recognised that it would kill Angel to miss out on such an important milestone in his baby boy's life, she had suggested that he try Connor on some mushed up baby cereal for breakfast that morning.
Buffy, who obviously had no concept of how important an event this was in his son's development, had interrupted Angel's creative efforts to feed his son, with a request for the vampire to help her reorganise her training area in the basement. The slayer seemed genuinely surprised when he refused to hand over the job of giving Connor his breakfast in order to help her out.
Angel wouldn't have missed the spectacle for the world though. Most of the baby food ended up anywhere but in the little boy's mouth, but Connor seemed to enjoy himself immensely and was all sunny smiles and happy giggles afterwards. Cordy had insisted on taking a polaroid shot of Angel holding his sticky food-spattered son for him to take back to LA to show the others, because 'you both look so cute and adorable.'
"I'm not going into work today." Angel's thoughts were drawn back to the present when Buffy answered his question. "I swapped shifts with one of my colleagues so we could spend some time together. It means doing a double-shift tomorrow, but I don't mind."
Cordy resisted the urge to scream when she heard this; she'd been looking forward to the time when she'd have Angel and Connor to herself again, and now it looked like that wasn't going to happen.
Connor began to cry then, his little sobs for attention sounding tinny through the baby monitor that stood on the mantle. Cordy automatically got to her feet to go see to him, and grinned as Angel immediately did the same.
"We'll both go." Angel decided, taking her hand and firmly leading her out of the lounge and up the stairs to the main bedroom.
Angel reached over and turned the monitor off, before scooping Connor up into his arms to find out what was wrong. The less than pleasant smell emanating from the baby indicated a diaper change was in order, so the vampire reached for the changing mat, and settled himself cross-legged on the floor to change his son.
Cordy flopped dejectedly across the bed, her chin resting in her cupped hands. "I can't believe she's not going to work."
"Me neither." Angel gave her a tight smile. "I thought we would get the place to ourselves for at least a few hours. I really need some time alone with you and Connor before I go back to LA. We're going out as soon as the sun goes down okay? I don't have to leave until about midnight, so we'll have a few hours to ourselves at least."
Cordy nodded. "I predict I'm going to have a sudden craving for ice-cream." she decided.
"Connor will need some fresh air too - he's been cooped up inside all day." Angel added to their plausible excuses for escaping the confines of the Summer's house.
"Just as long as Buffy doesn't decide to invite herself along with us."
"If she does, then I'm going to tell her that she's not welcome. I know you want to keep our relationship a secret, but there's only so much I can take. I've been as patient as a saint with her all day." Angel replied, as he expertly secured a wriggling Connor into his clean diaper.
"Yeah I know. I have to say your avoidance tactics to her come-ons have been truly masterly. It's just a pity Buffy is so thick-skinned and can't take the hint."
Cordy pursed her lips, as she tried to think of a way to avoid letting the cat out the bag with regard to the new development in their relationship.
"We could sneak out while she's not looking." she suggested a few moments later, a conspiratorial twinkle in her eye. "The rest of the Scoobies usually land on the front doorstep around dinnertime, so they won't notice us slip out the back."
Angel laughed. "You are a devious woman Cordelia Chase."
"I like to think so." Cordy agreed with a wicked grin, then she suddenly gasped, her hazel eyes going wide. The seer touched her fingers to her temples and closed her eyes as she involuntarily levitated a few inches off the bed.
Recognising the signs of a vision, Angel quickly pulled Connor's little sweatpants up and his small t-shirt down, then moved to sit next to Cordy on the bed with his baby son in his arms.
Connor's rosebud mouth formed a perfect 'O' when he saw Cordy floating and he pointed at her with one tiny finger as he tugged on his father's hair with his other hand to get his attention.
Angel winced; his son had a strong grip. "I know little guy; it's a new skill she's just acquired. As you grow up, you'll realise that your Mommy and Daddy are not exactly normal human beings."
Once the vision was over, Cordy dropped back down onto the bed, but lay still and kept her eyes closed.
"What is it? What's wrong?" Angel asked, a trace of panic in his voice at her silence.
Cordy rolled over onto her back and finally opened her eyes to reveal hazel orbs that were glistening with unshed tears.
"Baby - what is it?" Angel asked concerned, reaching out a comforting hand towards her.
Cordy laced her fingers through his and finally spoke. "Fred - some kind of big grey demony thing was attacking her. It's gonna happen tonight - you have to leave as soon as possible."
Angel shook his head. "I'll call Wes and Gunn to warn them; they'll be able to handle it. I don't have to go back until later."
"No Angel. Why would the powers show me what was going to happen if you weren't needed to rescue her? The visions are meant for you."
Angel didn't reply straightaway; he knew she was right, but didn't want to face the inevitability of leaving her and Connor behind again. "It's too soon." he said brokenly.
"I know." Cordy replied, her voice was thick with tears. "But we can't let anything happen to Fred, you know we can't."
Angel took a deep unneeded breath and tightened his fingers around hers as he cuddled Connor close to him. "What time is it?"
"Three pm." Cordy said, glancing at her watch. "Do you know what time sun down is?"
"About seven."
"Four hours then." The seer's voice was quavering with suppressed emotions.
"Yeah." Angel whispered, his own eyes now also full of tears. "Four hours."***
Cordy sat on the bed and watched as Angel packed his stuff into his backpack. She was desperately trying to keep her feelings in check, but was failing miserably in her efforts. She looked at her watch - six forty-five - it was nearly time for him to leave. Oh God! What am I going to do without him?
The seer had willingly taken on the responsibility of caring for Connor, but it was still a daunting task for the young woman. She had essentially become a single mother overnight and that wasn't something that had been on her list of things to do before she was twenty-five.
Neither was falling in love with a vampire of course, but Cordy wouldn't change either state of affairs for anything. She just hoped that the three of them would be back at the Hyperion and living together as a proper family very soon, because she wasn't sure how much longer she could cope alone.
Angel secured the straps on his bag and looked down at Cordy, who was gazing up at him with sad liquid eyes. "God, I'm going to miss you so much." he croaked out as the emotions overwhelmed him.
Cordy flung herself into his waiting arms and buried her face against his throat; the vampire could feel the silent tears shaking her body. He tugged gently on her hair, and forced her eyes to meet his before their lips came together in a series of desperate and frantic kisses.
When they eventually drew apart, they stood enclosed within each other's arms, their foreheads touching. "I love you." they both whispered at the same time.
Angel placed another soft kiss on her full lips, then turned to look down at his sleeping son in the cradle by the bed. He stroked a finger down Connor's warm cheek. "Goodbye little guy - be good for Mommy okay?"
He bent to kiss the baby's forehead, then straightened, picked up his backpack and slung it over his shoulder. "I guess it's time."
Cordy nodded, not trusting herself to speak for fear that she would break down completely and beg him to take her and Connor back to LA. Angel didn't need that burden of guilt placed on him. It wasn't his fault; they'd all been forced into this situation by Wolfram and Hart.
Angel wrapped an arm around Cordy's slim waist and pulled her close to kiss her again. "Goodbye."
"Bye." Cordy whispered in a barely audible voice as he released her and turned to open the bedroom door.
The vampire glanced back over his shoulder as he stepped out onto the landing. "I'll call you." he said softly.
The two of them exchanged a long lingering look and then he was gone.
Cordy lifted a blanket-wrapped Connor from the cot and lay down on the bed with her son in her arms. When she heard Angel's car pull away a few minutes later, the seer couldn't stop herself from bursting into tears of anguish.
How long will it be before I see him again?Part 5
LA, three weeks later ...
Angel closed the door to his bedroom, shutting out the sound of Wes, Gunn and Fred arguing over who had eaten the leftover Chinese takeout in the lobby fridge. He twisted the key firmly in the lock, then tugged on the handle to double-check that the door was secure; he had plans for tonight and interruptions would not be tolerated.
The vampire crossed the room and unplugged his cell from the charger - five bars; the phone was ready to go. He stripped himself to his boxers, then settled comfortably on the bed with his head and shoulders propped up by a mound of soft pillows.
Angel deftly pushed the now familiar buttons on his cell and waited for Cordy to answer, a smile of anticipation lighting up his angular face.
"Hello." His seer's honeyed voice sounded in his ear.
Let the games begin.
"What are you wearing?" he drawled seductively without any preamble.
Ten minutes earlier in Sunnydale ...
Cordy closed her eyes, sighing contentedly as the hot bath water lapped gently at her naked skin and soothed her aching limbs. The heady scent of the bubble bath she'd used infiltrated her senses, calming her overwrought mind.
The seer had originally been reluctant when Willow had offered to take Connor off her hands for the night, but she was now glad that she'd agreed to the witch's suggestion. Cordy loved Connor with all her heart, but she had got to the stage where she really needed a break, and some time to herself to recharge her batteries.
The seer glanced over at the small digital alarm clock that stood on the bathroom shelf - 22:30 - nearly time for Angel's phone-call. Timekeeping while she was relaxing in the tub was sacrilege as far as Cordy was concerned, but she was prepared to make an exception just this once; missing the call wasn't something that beared thinking about.
Knowing that she'd be alone in her bedroom at that time, Angel had taken to phoning her later on at night. This allowed the two of them to talk privately and away from prying ears and eyes. Their conversations of late had been heavy on the angst however, meaning that Cordy, more often than not, hung up the phone in tears.
Caring for Connor kept the seer busy and prevented her from dwelling too much on her loneliness during daylight hours, but at night when the still darkness and the empty space besides her in the bed made the pain of her solitude all the more acute, she cried herself to sleep on a regular basis.
Cordy stepped out of the bath and pulled a warm fluffy towel around her body, securing it firmly over her full breasts before making her way back into the dimly lit bedroom. She pulled open the middle drawer of the chest that stood next to the closet, and rifled through it in search of some clean night-clothes.
The only thing she could find was a blood-red satin negligee that she'd bought a couple of months ago with - she could admit it to herself now - Angel in mind. She hadn't plucked up the courage to wear the sexy night-dress while she was in LA though; full clothing or comfy pyjamas had been the order of the day back then.
With the change in their relationship, it was different now, so Cordy dropped her towel and slipped her head and arms through the neck of the night-gown, letting it settle naturally over the generous curves of her body. The negligee fell to mid-thigh leaving her long tanned legs and toned calves bare.
The satin fabric felt cool against her warmed skin and her nipples puckered, the sensitive buds stimulated by the disparity in temperature and the sensual glide of the slinky material over her naked flesh.
The phone rang, sounding loud in the still room and making the seer's heart leap in her chest. She quickly turned to answer it. "Hello."
"What are you wearing?"
Cordy almost dropped the phone in shock. "*What?!" It came out as a high-pitched squeak.
"You heard me. What are you wearing?" Angel's tone was deliberately pitched low and suffused with enticement and a mild hint of dominance.
The seer's insides slowly clenched and released as the rich masculine timbre of the vampire's voice stirred her senses and started butterflies fluttering in her stomach. Their continued isolation from each other had been weighing heavily on both their psyches recently, and Cordy correctly surmised that Angel had dreamt up this wild and sexy idea to help them both release some tension.
She never once imagined that their first time would be over the phone though, but who was she to argue with what fate had dealt her? Having some naughty and flirtatious fun would bolster her flagging spirits no end.
"A negligee." she replied, deciding to play along. "Red satin."
"Fuck!" Angel swore as his overactive imagination conjured up that luscious image in his brain.
Gotcha broody boy! The seer smiled in satisfaction at his desire-filled exclamation.
"What else?" Angel demanded impatiently, once he'd got himself back under some semblance of control.
Cordy looked down at her satin-clad body. "Nothing." she said, telling him the truth because she knew it would be a turn-on for the frustrated vampire.
"No panties?" Angel's voice was hoarse and strained in her ear.
"No panties." The seer confirmed with a slight nod. "You want me to put some on?"
"No, sans panties is just fine by me."
"Perv!" Cordy laughingly admonished him. "So. Where do you want me?"
Angel laughed. "Now there's a question. How about lying on your back on the bed?"
The seer moved to do as the vampire instructed, positioning herself on the firm mattress with her slim ankles crossed over each other and her free hand resting lightly on her belly.
"You ready?"
"Yes. No wait - we should switch to speaker phone; this'll be easier then. You know how to do that right?"
"Err - Speaker phone?"
Cordy rolled her eyes in despair at his cluelessness. "How come you're always such a retard when it comes to modern technology? You seem to be quite an intelligent manpire apart from that - most of the time anyway."
"Hey! Watch who you're insulting tactless girl." Angel shot back in mock protest.
Cordy laughed at his offended tone, then proceeded to explain how he could change the listening mode on his phone. By some minor miracle, the vampire managed to accomplish the task without cutting her off and having to ring back.
"Okay - what now?" Cordy swallowed her apprehension and drew in a deep breath. "I've never done this before."
"Well, you wouldn't be the only one." Angel told her wryly. "Believe it or not, I'm a beginner to the phone sex scene too. We'll just see how it goes, okay? Do you want to know where I am? What I'm doing?"
"Yes - And tell me what you're wearing too." Cordy added as an afterthought.
"Okaay. I'm in my bedroom on the bed. I've only got my boxers on because I didn't want the restriction of too many clothes." The vampire paused for a moment, letting that sink in, before continuing with his narrative. "I've been thinking that I should have gone with my original no clothes idea though. Just imagining you in that red satin creation has me rock-hard; these boxers are far from comfortable right now."
Cordy blushed furiously at his frankness, but giggled nonetheless. "Aww - poor baby."
Angel ignored her teasing sarcasm. "Close your eyes please." he instructed softly. "I'm going to tell you how I'd touch you if I was there with you. I want you to touch yourself in the same way and imagine it's me - all right?"
"Okay." Cordy murmured in response, obediently complying with his request to shut her eyes, bringing his beloved face to the forefront of her mind as she did so.
"First, I'd run my fingers over the contours of your beautiful face, before rubbing my thumb along that gorgeous pouty bottom lip of yours." Angel began, his voice low and melodic.
Cordy copied his description with her fingers, trying to mimic the feather light caress that she remembered from when he had touched her three weeks ago. Her own digits didn't quite have the same effect but, coupled with her imagination, it was close enough. Her heartbeat sped up and her breathing became heavier as her arousal swelled.
"Now I'm going to use two fingers to find the pulse-point in your neck. Got it?"
"Mmm."
"Can you feel your heart beating under your fingers? What about the blood rushing through your veins - can you feel that?"
"Yes." Cordy whispered breathlessly in reply to the vampire's urgent questions.
"That pulsating sensation you're experiencing would be at least ten times magnified if it was my fingers there." Angel told her, his speech vibrating with something dark and indefinable. "The feeling of the blood pumping through your veins is a taste pure life and that's incredibly erotic to a vampire, even to one who doesn't drink human blood anymore."
"Hence your neck fetish." The seer couldn't help quipping, despite the mesmerising quality of the vampire's words.
"I could be persuaded to develop fetishes for other areas of your body." Angel suggested playfully, responding to her lighter tone. "Your perfect breasts are one possibility that spring to mind."
I have perfect breasts? Interesting. I thought he had a thing for flat-chested women.
"Tell me baby - just how much delectable cleavage does that night-dress of yours expose?"
Cordy opened one eye and looked down at herself. "Not that much."
"Just a tantalising hint then; I've always found that so much more erotic than a garment that flaunts pretty much everything."
"Don't you want to see *everything*?" Cordy asked archly, raising her eyebrows suggestively even though she knew he couldn't see her.
"Yes, of course I do, but I'd prefer to be the one that reveals every glorious inch of your body though. I can't do that if you're already showing it all off, can I?"
"No, I guess not." Cordy agreed. "So undress me then Angel." she breathed, her voice husky with need.
"Oh I already am, sweetheart." Angel's voice had deepened with his burgeoning arousal. "I'm hooking my fingers in the straps of your night-dress, and sliding them down your shoulders, unveiling those wonderful breasts of yours."
Pushing her negligee down so that it gathered around her waist, Cordy moaned as her heated skin came into contact with the cooler air of the bedroom. Keeping her eyes firmly closed, she imagined Angel's hot-eyed perusal of the naked flesh that had just been exposed to him.
"Do you like what you see?" she asked coyly.
"Oh God yes! You're so beautiful." The vampire groaned harshly. "You making me so hard baby."
Cordy could faintly make out a soft rhythmic noise on the other end of the line, but it took a moment for her to register what the sound meant. Liquid fire burned through the seer's veins when she realised Angel was stroking himself whilst imagining her voluptuous upper body bared to his lustful gaze.
"I need you to touch me again." she requested urgently, as her clitoris began to throb mercilessly, begging for similar attention to that which her partner's sex was obviously receiving.
"I'm cupping and squeezing your breasts - I bet they're just the right size for my hands." Angel drew in a deep unneeded breath, then carried on. "I'm circling your nipples with my thumbs now - does it feel good?"
"Oh yes!" Cordy let out a series of soft moans as her thumbs teased her rosy nubs to hard erect points, sending shock waves to her core and flooding it with creamy arousal. "Please Angel, I need more."
"I want to see all of you now, so I'm stripping that night-dress off your body and getting rid of my boxers as well."
Cordy kicked off the negligee so that she lay nude on the bed, and tried to imagine Angel equally naked beside her.
"Bend your knees, put your feet flat on the mattress and open your legs for me, Cordy." the vampire growled in a commanding tone, his voice gruff with his arousal.
The seer did as she was told, her heart beating wildly in her chest as she waited for her next erotic instruction.
"I wanna feel how wet you are, so I'm going to take my middle finger and stroke it up the length of your sex to test your readiness for me."
Cordy's finger came away glistening with her overwhelming desire. Her readiness was not the problem; what she really needed was for him to hurry up and get on with it. Time to light the blue touch-paper I think, the seer decided.
"I'm soaking wet for you, Angel. Do you want to taste how much I want you?" she asked seductively, then settled back to await the explosion. She was not disappointed.
"Sweet Jesus Cordy!" Angel groaned hoarsely. "Torture a guy why don't you?"
Cordy slipped her right hand between her thighs and began to hastily circle her clitoris with several fingers, giving into the dire need to touch herself. "Tell me what you're doing to me." she ordered, exhaling sharply with the pleasure of the contact.
"I've got my head between your legs and I'm using my tongue to lap up all those sweet juices you say are flowing from your body."
"Oh God!" Cordy cried out, completely immersed in their shared fantasy now.
"I'm pushing two fingers up inside you and licking and sucking on your clit - do you like that baby?"
"Oh yes!" Cordy moaned encouragingly, as she tossed her head feverishly back and forth on the pillow. Her harsh gasps for breath made her incapable of uttering more than a few passion-filled words in response to the vampire's question.
Angel raced on, beginning to sound desperate. "I'm so hard for you, Cor. I just can't wait any longer. I need to be inside your hot body now. I'm positioning myself at your entrance, then slowly pushing inside and ..."
"Oh God!" they both cried out simultaneously as each visualised the moment of their joining.
"Oh Jesus Cordy, I'm so close." Angel groaned, a long drawn out sound.
"Oh me too!" Cordy cried out fervently in reply, clamping her thighs tightly around the hand that was rapidly pumping between her legs, inciting her to new heights of arousal.
"You're so hot, so tight - oh you feel so good." Angel chanted mindlessly, as he lost himself totally in his imaginations of their lovemaking.
Teetering on the brink of orgasm, Cordy began to rock her hips, simulating the movements that she'd be making if Angel really was there, on top of her, and thrusting deep and hard into her molten core.
The vampire's voice suddenly changed in pitch and became frantic. "Oh God! Here it is - Oh fuck, I'm going to come. Oh Cordy, yes - this is it - I love you - Oh yeah, I'm coming ..."
The sound of her lover revelling in orgasm finally pushed Cordy over the edge as well. She cried out her release, arching her back off the bed and digging her heels into the mattress as she climaxed in long shuddering waves. "Oh Angel, I love you too, so so much." she moaned in ecstasy.
Slowly coming down from her high, Cordy collapsed back onto the mattress, her cheeks flushed and her body covered in sweat. "Wow!" she gasped when she'd recovered enough to speak.
"Wow about covers it." Angel agreed, his voice warm and affectionate.
Cordy put her hands up to her flaming cheeks and began to giggle uncontrollably. "Oh my God - I can't believe we just did that!"
Angel started to chuckle as her mirth infected him over the phone line. "You're not embarrassed are you?"
"Yes - No, not really. That was pretty intense though."
"And fun, I hope." Angel replied. "I thought we both needed to relax and let go a bit. The last few weeks have been pretty rough, and I didn't want our relationship to suffer for it."
"It won't cus we won't let it." Cordy declared fiercely. "We have to find a way for me and Connor to come home soon though, Angel. That was amazing, but I want the real thing more than ever now."
"Me too, baby. Oh God, me too."
Willow looked up from her books as she heard a faint moan permeating through the wall. Was Cordy in pain?
A deeper masculine groan followed and the witch's eyes widened in shock. She had a man in there? Where the hell did she get him from?
Unable to contain her curiosity, Willow got up and pressed her ear to the bedroom wall, trying to fathom out what was going on. The redhead listened for a few moments in growing astonishment. She may not have been able to decipher the words, but Willow recognised Angel's distinctive tones immediately.
The witch had sensed the closeness between the pair three weeks ago during the vampire's visit. She hadn't missed Angel's indifference towards Buffy either, even though the slayer appeared to be blind to it. Cordy had been pretty tight-lipped about the nature of her relationship with Angel when Willow had questioned her about it - only conceding to say that they were close friends.
They were having phone sex in the next room however, so that certainly meant that they were a whole lot more than just good friends! Willow pushed herself away from the wall, her cheeks burning hot, as she suddenly became fully aware of her aural voyeurism.
The witch took a couple of deep breaths as a myriad of questions whirled around in her head.
What about Angel's soul? Surely neither Cordy nor Angel would risk unleashing Angelus again? Did this mean that they'd somehow found a way round the curse? Why had neither of them said anything if that was the case?
Willow flushed a deeper red and shifted uncomfortably as the sounds from the adjoining bedroom increased in volume. It was a good job Buffy was out patrolling, or she'd be having a pink fit round about now.
"Oh Angel, I love you too, so so much." Willow could actually make out the words of Cordy's climactic cry and then there was silence, followed by the sound of quiet laughter a few moments later.
Willow checked on a peacefully sleeping Connor, then returned to her studies with the quiet murmuring of the phone conversation in the next room as accompaniment. After half an hour, the sound of voices ceased, but a few minutes later Cordy's anguished sobs could be heard through the wall.
Willow's heart went out to the sobbing seer. She had heard Cordy crying herself to sleep before, but her sympathy for her increased tenfold now that she knew the full extent of the seer's loneliness. Willow missed Tara's presence in her life with a deep physical ache and she realised that Cordy must be feeling the same thing in reaction to being separated from Angel.
It was obvious to Willow that Cordy was keeping her and Angel's coupledom a secret to avoid Buffy's wrath. The witch was not going to break that confidence because she knew that what Angel and Cordy did with their lives really wasn't any of Buffy's concern anymore.
Willow did need to make sure that there was no risk of Angelus though, so she and her former classmate were definitely going to have a talk tomorrow. Cordy was going to tell her exactly what was going on between her and the vampire - whether she liked it or not.***
Angel stood in the shower, washing himself off. As he relived the earlier phone sex session, his penis stirred with renewed arousal. The vampire groaned and turned the water to ice-cold in an attempt to get his inflamed body back under control.
It was no use though - ever since he and his seer had declared their love for one another three weeks ago, he had been in a constant state of arousal. Almost every thought he had of Cordy led to an erection, meaning that he was continuously having to slip upstairs, or into the bathroom, to take care of the bulge in his pants before any of the others noticed his predicament.
Angel didn't completely understand his total lack of self-restraint in this matter. He was a vampire who had endured nearly a century of celibacy, but one who now found himself unable to control his desire for Cordy at all. Thoughts and fantasies of his beautiful seer filled his every waking moment and the majority of his fevered dreams as well.
With a frustrated moan, Angel leaned back against the cool tiles, closed his eyes and reached down to take his hardened sex in his hand, conjuring up an image of a naked Cordy in his mind's eye as he did so. The vampire quickly brought himself to completion, and came with a loud shout of her name a few minutes later.
As he recovered from his orgasm and cleaned himself up for a second time, Angel made a decision. There was nothing for it; he had to find a way to get Cordy and Connor back home to LA. That would mean taking drastic, and probably downright dangerous, measures to deal with his Wolfram and Hart problem, but it was necessary for the sake of his sanity.
He was going to go crazy with lust if he didn't have Cordy back by his side and in his bed soon.