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Part 3 Resting his left cheek on his curled up fingers, Angel contentedly watched as Cordelia continued to sleep peacefully next to him. Her breathing and heart beat were even, the soft sound served to calm the ever-present struggle within. The skin on her face held only one flaw, the little beauty spot on the side of her cheek and that wasn't exactly a flaw as it was a part of her characteristic features.
All over her body, her skin was dewy with the hours of sleep, making her smooth and soft to his touch. Angel skimmed the tips of his fingers lightly down the slender length of her arm, from the feminine slope of her shoulder to the hand that had healed him so many times. The nails were exceptionally cared for, practically short but perfectly shaped and shaded with a clear varnish that added a healthy shine.
It never ceased to amaze him that Cordelia spent as much time in the sun as he did and still held a glowing, lightly bronzed hue to her complexion. Lowering his lips to the tantalizing arc of her throat, Angel brushed his mouth over the skin and relished in the taste of day that salted his lips with sunlight.
A silent, heavy breath poured out of his parted mouth as Angel swept his lips across the expertly carved curve of her neck. His hand glided further down her arm to graze her stomach, his fingers tickled around the sensitive belly button and smiled a little when the feminine abdominal muscles twitched with the soft stimulation. He marvelled at how much of the tiny waist his hand covered and continued his careful touching.
Cordelia inched her body back into the vampire's, making him increase the gentle pressure bestowed on her throat and making his forming erection burn at the sexual position initiated. Angel kissed his way smoothly down her shoulder, enjoying the physical and mental closeness between him and his seer. His fingers glided over the flat of her stomach, the backs of his knuckles occasionally skirted the edge of her pubic mound.
She made the slayer seem like she had an eating disorder, such an innocent yet mature young woman with the body a Greek goddess would have been proud to have. Curves in all the right places, grace, poise and a sense of royalty were exuded in abundance from the sleeping young woman. Her hair was a rich shade of chestnut; the silky strands always caught in the light, the thick waves fell down past her shoulder blades like a luxurious water fall.
The ends tickled the skin on his chest as he curled his body tighter around hers, his hand touching her stomach slid across the butter-soft skin until he could use his arm to hold her back against him. Angel felt a small, breezy caress on his cheek and he raised his warm obsidian gaze to sleepy hazel irises.
Cordelia was still blinking away the final remnants of sleep when she felt herself being tucked into a solid male body behind her. A cool yet hot hand was smoothing over her side with a gentility she only became aware of when her eyes opened. Naturally-colored lips quirked up in a hazy smile when he trailed the back of his index finger down her sleep-washed cheek.
“Hey” Angel's voice was rich, throaty and held a husky hint of desire, “Sleep well?”
The seer snuggled further back into the vampire and her fingers traced the defined contours of his face, stubble rasped against the sensitive skin on the fingertips. “Morning… Or is it afternoon?” if it was afternoon then Wesley would show up soon and she didn't want him seeing them in bed together. She didn't want her relationship with Angel to become public knowledge until she'd had a chance to get used to it herself.
“It's still early” Angel whispered after a quick glance to the softly glowing clock on the bedside table, reading it was only 6:30 am. He felt strangely rested after only sleeping for a few hours, adrenalin from the vision fight yesterday had worked him up a little more than usual. No doubt that could also be due to the possibility he could have another way to burn off that adrenalin.
“What time is it?” Cordelia asked, her voice was sleepily hazy with a quiet husk to the feminine voice. Her hazel eyes blinked rapidly two or three times as she peered at her clock for an answer to her question. “6:30, wow!” she exclaimed sarcastically enthusiastic, “This has to be the earliest I've ever woke up, including my school years.”
Rubbing the back of her finger over her eyes, she wiped away the remaining fog and glanced up at the vampire who was still watching her in silent amusement. “What?”
Angel's mouth flirted in a small smile, the hand still resting on her hip moved back to her stomach, stroking soothingly. As he looked at the brunette, he memorized everything visible to him. Glazed irises that sparkled with every fiber of her nature, the mouth that rarely stopped except to take a breath and the way her entire face expressed her thoughts.
“Nothing” the vampire's reply was simple but no less descriptive, in the word 'nothing' the definition clear in it was 'everything' “Why don't you go back to sleep? Still early” he wanted to spend a little more time watching her sleep.
“Am awake now” Cordelia sighed, not that it was all bad of course, there was something nice about waking up with him. When Angel looked like he was about to apologize for waking her, she rolled her eyes and cut him off. “Don't, it's too early to be listening to you say you're sorry!”
“Oh… Sorry”
“Dork” the brunette shifted so she could stretch out the kinks in her back, the movement taking her closer into his body until his chest cushioned her completely. Settling back on him, Cordelia tilted her face to the side, peering up at Angel with a slightly shy smile. She wanted to kiss him but was unsure how he would react; the intimate and relaxed position might have been ruined, made awkward if she kissed him.
Angel didn't miss the expression wavering across her sleep-washed face and once again he noticed how expressive she was. Taking the initiative, the vampire slowly lowered his lips down to hers and gently brushed the soft, full mouth once before moving away. It was a simple kiss, nothing overwhelming or filled with heady sparks of passion but it was enough to leave him wanting more.
Sweeping her tongue over her lips, Cordelia relished the light male taste infused on her mouth. The natural rosy hue glistened with moisture, looking delectably tasty to Angel as warm breath fluttered over the harder lines of his lips. Her hand caressed the well-structured face of the vampire, the day-old stubble made her fingertips tingle with the male texture.
This time, Angel let his mouth linger on hers for a moment longer, allowing the feminine warmth to soak into his cool lips, heating him slowly. Cordelia's eyes closed as her mouth parted, a quiet drawn in breath alerted him to the fact she also wanted more. Dipping his tongue into the heated cavern, his own eyes snapped shut when he felt her respond shyly at first.
She massaged his fuller lower lip with both of hers, gasping when he increased the pressure and deepening the kiss. Angel swept his tongue all around the warmer, softer one and the rush of pleasure made him tighten his hold on her body. Her moan was lost and her breath lodged thick in her throat when she felt his body react in a sinfully male way, hardening against her thigh.
Cordelia curled her hand around his cheek, pulling his mouth harder onto hers and shifted her hips until she felt the growing erection firmly against her ass. Angel groaned, a low sound that made his chest vibrate, when she moved into his body and reluctantly began to decrease the pressure on her mouth. A final tug on her bottom lip hinted that the kiss was over and she too pulled away.
Looking down at the brunette, Angel ran his heavy gaze over the reddened, swollen mouth with approval, wondering if she had ever been kissed with such care and attention before. He wasn't sure if he had; the shared kisses with Buffy had always been in stolen secretive moments either in a graveyard or hidden away in his mansion. This was different in so many ways, this hadn't been a stolen hidden moment in the dark, this was…
Angel knew he had made the right choice for him, Cordelia was something special and their first kiss had proved that. The girl in question was staring up at him through dazed, hazel orbs that slowly blinked once, twice, three times before an amazing smile breezed across the lips he'd just made his own.
“I could get used to waking up like that” Cordelia treated the dark haired vampire to another smile that was impossible to resist. Just as he was about to replace his mouth on hers, a hand to his chest stilled his movements. “Lemme brush my teeth first” was the answer to his questioning look, “My mouth feels awful, morning breath is so not attractive”
“I like the way you taste just fine” a smile flickered over his lips, “You should try and get a few more hours sleep” Angel shifted his body away from hers, removing the evidence of just how much he liked the kiss to save any awkwardness that might arise.
Shaking her head, the seer rolled onto her side so she could fully face him. “Nah, not tired now” Cordelia rubbed her eyes a little, peeking past her finger with a hazy grin. “I could go for some coffee and breakfast though. You want?” she didn't doubt he expected her to ask him to make the coffee and breakfast.
Angel nodded unsure if she meant making him blood or plain, old coffee. “I'll make you some scrambled eggs if you want” on occasion, he'd seen what she could do to a kitchen and it scared the hell out of him, besides he still felt a little overwhelmed at her making blood for him. That acceptance was hard to get used too, especially when you'd spent half your existence hiding it, and himself, away so others wouldn't be put off by it.
“You're offering to cook me breakfast?” Cordelia asked, a hint of a delighted smile flirted her lips as equal delight poured from the hazel beams. “Doesn't it, like, gross you out? You know, cooking solids?” off his questioning and confused expression, the seer elaborated what she was trying to find out. “What I mean is, meatloaf grosses me out and I wouldn't be able to cook it, let alone eat it. Don't you get weirded out cooking human food?”
Thinking about it now that she'd mentioned it, there were a few things humans ate and he would never be able to understand why, nor did he want to be able to understand either. “It's been so long since I've tasted food as such” Angel spoke wistfully, his mind drifting back to the forgotten day with Buffy when he'd tasted ice cream for the first time.
The taste had haunted him, both making him smile that he'd finally knew what chocolate chip cookie dough was like and making him long to be able to experience that all over again. “Cooking it, smelling it is the closest thing to eating as I'll ever get”
“For now” Cordelia reminded him softly, the promise of Angel becoming human made her warm inside and she wondered what he would do once he got there. She firmly believed that no matter how long it took, he would work his way out. “Who knows, maybe in ten years you could be sipping Pina Coladas in Barbados or eating Thai Chicken with me on my couch”
“Maybe” Angel seemed to be indulging her in the little attempt to stop him from thinking about his none-tasting taste buds. She might be right, he just may end up sipping Pina Coladas in Barbados but he doubted she would be with him that long. He kept waiting for the day when Cordelia announced she was moving on and leaving him, waiting for the day when she realized she was worth more than a life fighting demons and being with a tormented vampire like himself.
“No 'maybe' about it Broody” the old nickname fell easily from Cordelia's lips the instant she recognized his patented brooding expression. “I'll be in the hottest two piece bikini, lounging by the outdoor heated pool” her voice grew slightly distant, making Angel quirk a smile at the silly fantasy she was thinking of.
“The sun will be amazingly hot and Jude Law will be rubbing tanning lotion allllll over...!” she cast a sneaky glance at the vampire, inwardly smiling when his expression went from half amused to a jealous frown. “Kidding! Well, about the Jude Law part anyway” she wanted Angel to be the one to be oiling her body up with lotion.
The vampire felt like bringing up one of the many beautiful female actresses to get a little retribution on the wily brunette next to him but decided it wasn't worth the effort. Besides, he had breakfast and coffee to make her. “You never did say if you wanted me to make you some scrambled eggs” Angel brought the earlier topic up, clearly insinuating all talk about male stars were off limits.
“Is Brad Pitt hot?!” the seer cheekily replied, off Angel's pained look Cordelia took pity on him and changed the subject. “Do I get it in bed?”
“You can't eat in the bed” a scowl furrowed his brow, wrinkling his nose and scrunching up his eyebrows “That isn't right”
“It's my bed” Cordelia retorted haughtily, “I can eat in it if I want too”
“Not if you want me sleeping in here” as soon as the words passed his lips, Angel's entire body stilled with disbelief at what he'd just said to her. From the light flushing of her cheeks, the tiny flicker of a smile and the lighting up of hazel, it didn't seem like that bad a thing to say but he couldn't help but feel a tad embarrassed about just coming right out and declaring an ultimatum.
Brown eyes searched Cordelia's face for any signs of anything other than thrilling anticipation of him sleeping with her; he relaxed when all he saw was open trust, friendship and a mischievous twinkle flirting in the depths of her toffee irises. “I didn't mean...”
“I guess that means I'll be eating breakfast in the kitchen from now on” her voice was laced with a sultry subtext that made him want to purr and his skin to flush out in goose-bumps. Licking his pale mouth with a long, slow sweep of his pink tongue, Angel moistened his rapidly drying lips and couldn't stop the shiver than ran through his body at her implication. This between them was supposed to go slow, but if Cordelia kept saying implications like that then slow would have to wait.***
“Good afternoon all” Wesley greeted cheerfully as Dennis closed the door after his arrival, his attention was immediately drawn to the young woman and vampire who wore identical expressions of guilt on their faces. Angel's hand appeared to be wiping his mouth and Cordelia's cheeks were flushed with a light pink hue.
“Afternoon Wes” Angel greeted with a small nod, trusting the Englishman not to voice his relationship concerns around the seer. If she wanted to be with him then it was her decision not Wesley's.
“Hi, want some coffee? I was just about to make some” Cordelia's voice was bright, chirpy but there was an underlying throaty purr that told ex-watcher just what he had walked in on. “I have that tasty English tea you like and I've been learning how to make it too” making tea the 'proper' way was apparently only something the British could do. It was almost like they owned the corner of tea making.
“Tea would be lovely, thank you” Wesley watched as the young woman flurried away into the kitchen before turning his attention to the silent vampire who had lipstick painting his mouth. “That colour suits you” the Englishman commented without disdain and judgment.
After spending half the night thinking about all his worries regarding Angel's interest in pursuing Cordelia, he'd come to the decision that if the curse was no longer a factor then he should be happy for them. After all, it wasn't often happiness was found every day and if they could be happy together, then who was he to argue?
“What? Oh” Angel placed his fingers to his mouth, still feeling the hot pressure of her lips melting around his and the taste of her breath tickling his tongue. Pulling his fingers away, he saw the red shade tinting the pale skin. “Yeah” he didn't know what else he could say when it was obvious Wesley knew what was going on.
“Look Wes” he spoke up cutting off whatever the Englishman was going to retort, “I...” Angel went to explain unnecessarily.
“There is really no need” the Englishman cut him off with a warm smile, “I wish you both luck, Angel. Just know that if you ever break her heart, I will make you suffer before I put you out of your misery. Understood?” The words and calm, easy voice in which Wesley expressed his promise made the vampire take serious notice and respond with an agreeing nod.
“If I break her heart then you won't need to” Angel spoke with as much seriousness as the ex-watcher.
The sound of shuffling feet quickly cut the line of conversation off before the two men could get it into it furthermore. Both glanced at the brunette who was balancing three mugs, a pile of sandwiches and what looked to be a bar of chocolate on a tray not close to being big enough for the cargo on it. “A little help wouldn't go amiss” Cordelia glared stonily at Angel and Wesley, telling them what she thought of their lack of gentlemanly gesturing to her plight.
“Let me” Angel moved before Wesley had a chance too, unnecessarily making a point of being the boyfriend towards the other man who merely rolled his blue eyes heavenward and wished Cordelia all the luck in the world. The poor girl was going to need it. “Mine?” the vampire held up a coffee-holding mug quizzically, “Or yours?”
“Makes no difference to me, take whichever mug you like best” Cordelia shrugged as much as she could without disrupting the already precariously balanced things on the little tray. “Here Wes, I made you some lunch if you want. Its ham salad loaded to the eyeballs with mayo and French mustard”
Wesley smiled approvingly at the improved caring attitude of the young woman, though he wished it had surfaced under better and happier conditions. As it was, they had Vocah to thank for her change and the 'new' Cordelia Chase. The young woman was now as firmly attached to the mission as anyone before her.
In the beginning she had been more for Angel because he was her friend and now it was because of what she had witnessed in the visions that held her prisoner. Cordelia Chase had become a hero in her own way, vowing to help everyone she could and doing what it took to fight evil. He was proud of her, of who she was growing to be.
Angel smiled knowingly, catching the expression on Wesley's face as he looked at an unknowing Cordelia; he knew what the Englishman was thinking of and it was true. His seer was a truly remarkable person, she probably always had been but only needed to feel comfortable enough to show it. “Why don't you go sit down, Cordy?” the vampire suggested lightly, she'd done enough to warrant a little rest.
“You know what?” Cordelia gazed at him with a studious expression, “I think I will. Here, you get this while I go put my slippered feet up!” if they insisted she take a break then she wasn't going to argue. Looking at each Wesley and Angel in turn, a soft smile graced her lips as she watched them drink their coffee as they discussed battle tactics.
They'd been through a lot in a few short months, going from total strangers into a family where they belonged. If only they'd realised they could be like this in Sunnydale, if only she'd thought to be friends with both of them then maybe her senior year wouldn't have been so bad.
Instead, all she'd cared about back then was having a handsome, rich man escorting her to the latest in a long line of school dances. Looking back on things now, Cordelia realised, with a sad ache in her chest, of all the times both Angel and Wesley could have done with a friend. Better late than never she thought with a sigh, there was no sense in walking down memory lane when nothing could be done about it. They were a family now and that was what mattered.
Angel had been practically nothing but a dark shadow in Sunnydale, always and never far behind Buffy Summers. Ready to help the blonde fight when she asked, or told him as the case had been more times than not. Cordelia recalled him brushing off her charms more than once and cringed inwardly, God what he must have thought of her back then, she dreaded to think.
There were so many things about the dark haired vampire that came to her mind, too many for her catalogue the only way she could describe him was... Angel.
Then there had been Wesley-Wyndham Pryce, replacement watcher for Rupert Giles after he had been fired by the council following Buffy's eighteenth birthday. He hadn't been a good fighter and had been scared out of his wits when he came face-to-face with demons and vampires. Each of them had grown in so many ways since leaving the Hellmouth far behind in Sunnydale, only to cross paths in Los Angeles in a way that could have been coincidence or fate, not that it mattered which.
Cordelia was happy with her life now, she was happy with the person she had become and she was proud of her family. Drifting out of her thoughts, the young woman noticed Angel and Wesley looking slightly worried at her “What?”
“You haven't listened to a word I've said, have you?” Wesley deadpanned exasperatingly, there was one thing he doubted would ever change and that was her low attention span to his highly important lectures.
“I was thinking” she said defensively.
“Oh, is that the burning smell?” Wesley muttered with a teasing glint shining through his glasses.
“Actually smart ass” Cordelia smirked at the Englishman, “I was thinking of how happy I am, being here with you two oddballs as my family”
Discounting the oddball remark, Angel stole a glance at the brunette and grinned privately, he was happy here too. This was more than he'd ever had, more than he would probably ever have and that was something he could live with. While he caught the brunette's soft gaze, Wesley couldn't stop from blinking rapidly and turned away from his family it seemed.
“I must have something in my eye...!”***
Her bare feet quietly padded against the thick carpeting as she walked around the table, picking up used glasses and a plate. Sighing, Cordelia popped her back and glanced at the simple clock on the mantle, wondering what time Angel would get back from wherever he had gone. The apartment seemed empty without Angel and Wesley there now that they'd both gone, suspiciously leaving her with the mess to clean up. Cookie and bread crumbs fell onto the carpet, making the brunette grimace and sigh again, dreading the inevitable vacuuming she would now have to do.
If she had eaten in bed, she could have just brushed the crumbs off the bed onto the floor and strategically kicked them under the bedstead so they would go unnoticed. As she had all but promised Angel that eating in the bed would happen no more, Cordelia guessed she'd have to stick to that or he wouldn't sleep with her again. “Anal retentive vampire” she grumbled on her way to the kitchen.
This morning had been one of the best mornings in her life, waking up to find the man she deeply cared about looking at her as if she were his world. Angel had seemed so content to just be next to her, cuddling and kissing languidly and softly but never attempting to hide to hunger behind them. His erection had felt so hard as he rocked lightly into her hips, the low moan expelled had made her shiver deliciously. Cordelia wondered if he would want to make love with her tonight...
Berating herself, the brunette reminded her hormones she and Angel hadn't even gone out on a date yet let alone talked about sex. Were they already past the dating stage? Cordelia wasn't sure, it would be nice to wait a little while longer, just to build this romance, if that was what it is, up between them.
Maybe they were just two best friends who were making a terrible mistake in crossing the point of no return, what if they were? Things would never be like how they were if it turned out they were in fact making a mistake. It didn't feel to her like a mistake, being with Angel simply felt right, like she was exactly where she was meant to be in life.
Shaking her head, the young woman continued to clear away the plate and glasses, wanting to make a good impression on the vampire when he got back. She couldn't have him thinking she was a slob all the time. Cordelia brushed a loose strand of hair away from her forehead and finished the tidying, deciding to leave the dishes to drip-dry while she had a nice, long hot bubble bath.
Before exiting the kitchen, the seer halted for a second “Blood” Angel would be hungry when he got back, especially if he'd been on a quick sweep of some known vampire nesting grounds near-by. It didn't take Cordelia long to pour some pigs' blood into a large novelty mug, just as she was about to stick in the microwave, the brunette stalled again as her gaze landed on the spice rack.
“He did say he couldn't taste solid food, maybe he could taste a little something...” Cordelia's voice trailed off thoughtfully as she tapped her finger rythmically against the mug of cold blood. “A little something like Cayenne pepper? No, don't wanna give him a heart attack... Cinnamon. Dennis, give Angel this note as soon as he gets back please? I'm gonna go take a bubble bath and then go watch some TV, I think Poltergeist is on cable. You up for it? Just no funny tricks this time, okay?”***
Angel had just dropped Wesley off at his apartment and now the vampire sat in his car staring up at a well-lit, well-known hotel. Would it be too tacky to bring Cordelia here one night? All he could think of was how perfect it would be to have a large, deliciously comfortable bed covered in the finest of silk sheets, champagne on ice and rose petals decorating the mattress. He wanted to treat her like a queen, make her feel special and warm and safe, show her she meant more to him than what she gave herself credit for.
That's what Cordelia should have had on her first time, a feeling that told her she was special, of love and not what she got. He would give her that, one day soon, Angel decided firmly, he'd give her the world if he could. A small grin flirted over his mouth, he'd give her blue boxes for the rest of her life if it would make her happy but somehow he doubted that it would. So many people only saw what she allowed them to see, a selfish, superficial girl who thought nothing of others before herself but he knew her better than anyone.
Angel knew she just wanted to be happy in life, yes Cordelia may love the little present now and then but she also wanted to feel like she meant something to someone. Presents, gifts and whatnot just wouldn't cut it with her, not the person she had become anyway. Angel was sure if he went home with a gift for her, she'd want to know why. Maybe he would get her something, just because he wanted too but the truth was he wouldn't have a clue where to start. What did you get the girl who had everything once upon a time?
The vampire wondered if his seer had indeed ever been given a blue box, he wondered what she would do and say of he got her a blue box. Angel wondered how much something in a blue box was. Glancing at his watch “8 pm” Angel muttered, wondering if Tiffany's would still be open this time of night.
Of course it would, this is Los Angeles, what wasn't open at 8 pm? The next thing he glanced at was the wallet pulled from the inside pocket on his leather jacket, once he looked inside and winced, the vampire glanced back up at the hotel. The Hilton Metropol was artistically displayed in bright lettering that stood out against the evening sky, making it an instant attraction for everyone to look at.
The entrance was surrounded by palm trees, giving a very exotic feel to the building, it was easily 20-30 stories high and the rooms at the top would no doubt be expensive, but the view would be worth it. Thinking of views made him remember how much Darla, his sire, had loved a good view and when the sun had gone down, the view from her apartment was the first thing Cordelia had pointed out to him. Of course that was after he had been firmly instructed not to do anything to Dennis' wall.
Making a decision, Angel stepped out of his convertible fully intent on going inside the hotel to check if it was what he wanted. He knew it could possibly be a bad idea on his part to presume Cordelia would want to make love with him, but this was something he couldn't let go of. Not that he wanted to make love with her out of pity or use her for his own sexual needs, Angel just wanted her to give him a chance to prove how much he cared for and, dare he think it, love her?
His footsteps were usually silent as Angel entered through the glass doors, taking care not to let them slam behind him. The vampire felt incredibly out of his depth as he found himself suddenly surrounded by all kinds of people.
Men, women and children were flittering back and forth in the grand lobby, all going about their own business. Some were probably on holiday, some were on business and some were probably just here to use the hotel's leisure facilities.
No sooner had the vampire realized how many people there were then his bloodlust began to stir, making him cringe inwardly and he wanted to run and hide, keep these strangers safe from himself. The strangers in the hotel kept looking at him like he was an alien, making paranoia a loud emotion within Angel. His blackening gaze darted this way and that, subconsciously looking for a shadowy corner to hide in until everyone had gone.
A breathless gasp left his suddenly parted mouth when Angel realized he was standing directly in front of a large mirror, the black gaze formerly flitting all over became wide and he cursed his careless behaviour. Swiftly moving from his current standing place, the vampire bumped into a short man with a rounded face and glasses.
“Good evening sir” the round-faced man spoke with seemingly forced politeness that the vampire could understand, “What can I do for you?”
Reminding himself he was hear for Cordelia, the elder man took a deep breath that did nothing to calm the bloodlust screaming inside. Luckily for the hotel worker, the years of practice had a good effect and Angel was able to control it. “Good evening” he replied somewhat stiffly, “I need to book a room, who can I speak to?”
“You must excuse if I seem a little ragged sir, we have been very busy all day” the smaller man replied genuinely, “If you would like to come with me”
Angel looked all over the lavishly but tastefully decorated lobby, right from the comfortable looking sofas down to the flowering potted plants. Patterned marble was the flooring material, it looked in pristine condition despite how many people walked over it every day.
The ceiling was high, arched and paintings of cherubs in three colours of gold stood out against the picturesque background. A chandelier dropped down from the peak of the arc, lighting the lobby area with a warm, softly glowing light that didn't hurt his eyes.
Cordelia would be enamoured with the structure of this building, Angel knew that for a fact and he would love to see her face when she saw this. He could imagine the way those hazel irises would light up and sparkle, that warm mouth would part as she drew in a breath of admiration and she would look at every little aspect and take it all in. So far, this hotel was perfect.
“Sir? Sir?” the other man brought Angel out of his thoughts, looking up at the dark haired man, the hotel worker smiled knowingly. “It is beautiful isn't it? My wife loves to come and watch the fountains in the rear courtyard” a wistful smile spread across the younger man's face as his gaze grew dreamy. “This is the main reception office, I will pass you over and they will take care of whatever your needs are. Good evening sir, I do hope you find the hotel right for you”
“I think it is” Angel smiled down at him, “Thank you, I'll make sure to tell my lady about the fountains”
“Make sure you do, it is guaranteed to get your lady in the mood for romance” with a little smile, the man left Angel to the services of the receptionists.
Turning around, the vampire once again studied the décor in the lobby with an approving gaze and artistic view. He might draw this place, as a memory for him to remember the place where he first made love to Cordelia. Not that he would ever forget but it would still be nice to see it down on paper.
“Excuse me sir?” a light, breezy female voice made him turn back round to face the receptionist, “I'm Fiona, what can I do for you this evening?”
Angel shuffled on his feet for a few moments, wondering how he could get what he wanted without letting go of the privacy. “I have a special occasion with my girlfriend, I'd like something a little bit special with a view…”
The receptionist beamed, she had just the thing.
TBC...
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