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Title: The Balcony Scene
Author: Califi
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Rating: N-17
Category: C/A
Content: PWP? Pure smutty slush.
Summary: Well, there was this balcony and a vamp and a seer…
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Disclaimer: The characters in the Angelverse were created by Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit is made.
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Notes: This was written in rebellion against all this clean fic that is hitting certain places by certain peeps [you know who you are, grrr]. My stand for Smut, lol, and I am sure no one will mind having to read such a pile of raunch, will they?
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Feedback:would be nice
"Tell me again why we had to be here?" Angel's deep voice growled low in her ear from his place directly behind her as Cordelia propped her elbows on the balcony rail.
"Xander and Anya were getting married, and we were asked; well, *you* were asked to attend," she grinned and shrugged, not at all annoyed with the vamp for having to repeat that for the nine hundredth and ninety ninth time.
"Still don't have to like it," Angel grumbled, then dipped his dark head and nibbled lightly along the side of her throat. Cordelia moaned and melted back a little against him, her eyes fluttering closed; then cold reality hit her like a whoosh of icy water.
"*Angellll!* Remember our little talk on the way down here?" He grunted and nipped a little sharply over the rapid thrum of her pulse, a small wicked smile tilting his mouth at the brunette's squeaky yelp. "No touchy touchy in SD?" she added with a small growl.
"Uh-uh, If I recall, you were doing all the talking, baby," laving the butter soft skin then planting an open mouthed kiss, he finally lifted his head a fraction. "I was busy thinking of another round after our *one* *single* little moment of bliss," his voice ran over her cheek like the softest, darkest velvet and she shuddered in response. Little? Whoooboy! she thought with a small grin.
Just two days before, they'd finally woken up and smelled the double whipped Latte- in the basement mid-training. Oh, Angel had thought about it, twenty four-seven since he'd had the news that his soul was permanently bound; an accidental find by Wes after Wolfram & Heart had attempted the Rebecca Lowell trick- and it failed abysmally.
Who knew a trip to deal with the then death of his ex-love would pave the way for a possible future with the new woman now in his unlife? It had taken a month after his return to find out, and in that time, plus the last month in that monastery, he'd woken up to his feelings and had tucked them away, not wanting to go through the agony of not being able to completely show his Seer just how much he loved and wanted her.
"So that's what all this moping is about?" Cordelia craned her head to catch his unrepentant heated chocolate eyes, and swallowed thickly before continuing, "All broody cos you only got to try out your permanent soul once?"
"Well, if you hadn't been so quick in agreeing to staying at Buffy's when she suggested it, making me stay at the mansion all on my lonesome...." Yup; after a day, he was still mighty pissed about that. Cordy had been so worried about his ex finding out, she'd refused to argue and promptly agreed- with a big smile. Angel hmphed.
"*And* you smiled, woman," he growled his discontent. Cordy merely turned back to face the front and let her eyes roam over the dancers below.
"What's a girl to do in the face of a very strong ex, hmm?" then gasped when his hands snuck around her waist and squeezed her breasts lasciviously. "*Angelll* people are gonna see us!" she whispered, her panicking eyes skimming the crowds searching for sight of the Scoobies.
"Mmm…I love it when you say my name like that," he ignored her panic for a moment and tweaked her already erect nipples through her red satin evening dress. "Actually, I love it even more when you're screaming it out when I- ooof!"
"Cut it out. Right. Now." Cordelia didn't feel the slightest remorse for using her sharp elbow as a weapon into his steel-hard gut. "If we're seen, our cover is blown, and thus ends my strangely-for-once, happy existence." She huffed.
"Cor, you worry too much," his unrepentant and greedy hands returned with a vengeance, slipping along her thighs and pulling her wonderfully full calf-length skirt with them.
The folds were so generous, the front remained almost untouched, but the back slid up until her almost bare backside now pressed against the soft material of his black pants. Cordelia moaned softly when she felt the hard evidence of his desire and also those *evil* hands when they caressed her silky hips before sliding around to her belly and dipping low to the vee of her thighs.
"Oh…GOD! We're gonna get caught," Cordy moaned under her breath; her head dropping forward a little and moaning at an even higher pitch when a muscular thigh nudged hers apart.
"No were not," he whispered seductively into her ear, sending a delicious tremor that slid right down to her rapidly heating core. "It's dark up here, nobody's around us and this gorgeous dress is perfect for what I have in mind," he purred even as she did.
Abruptly realizing she was letting him get away with this, Cordy's eyes blinked rapidly and tensed when his fingers hooked the thin silk at her waist and snapped her thong like it was made of candy floss. "Angel!" her sharp retort lodged in her throat when his other hand slipped low and wicked fingers slid through her moist folds; his other hand disappearing a moment to stuff her torn underwear in his jacket pocket. "Oh, God," she repeated with a husky groan.
Boy had she missed those cool, deft digits! The other hand reappeared and twirled patterns along her inner thighs before creeping up and a thick finger slipped smoothly into her drenched core even as his other hand kept up a rhythm that was slowly driving her insane. By the time he'd eased another digit inside her, Cordy's eyes were almost crossing.
"Christ, Cor, you're soooo ready for me; fuck it, I can't wait," his low growl tickled her ear and the muted sound of a zip being lowered almost sent her over the edge.
The first nudge of his cool, broad sex at her hot entrance had her hips dancing against his, and without a moment's pause, he slid in to the hilt. Both bodies stiffened, then mutual groans of deep pleasure left their mouths.
"AngelAngelAngel" Cordy chanted as his hips rocked against hers in an age-old rhythm. "CorCorCor," Angel returned roughly, part in humor, but mostly in rising passion.
God, he wanted to hammer into her scalding tight depths until she forgot what it was like to not have him deep within her- but this wasn't the place.
Cordy forced her foggy eyes to stay open and stare below, but to be honest, if ten superdooper demons crashed the party and massacred the Bronze, she wouldn't have seen it. Her whole being was completely concentrated on the liquid-smooth movement of the vamp behind her.
He surrounded her, filled her like a missing part of a puzzle that she'd never known was lost to her in the first place. And at this moment, the whole puzzle was about to fragment… until the next time they fitted it together, piece-by-piece.
"Gonna scream," Cordy panted, her hips jerking back against his, the soft yet raw chuckle that left Angel's throat and whispered hotly against her nape did nothing to lessen the building tension.
"Use this," he muttered thickly; her eyes widening when he placed a cool hand over her parted mouth. For a second she almost choked on a giggle, and then her world flew apart.
At the convulsive fisting of her hot, drenched channel and the abrupt sensation of her teeth sinking into his hand, Angel almost snarled aloud in lust, instead managing a strangled moan as he exploded deep into her, his cool seed coming in pressurized spurts; hard hips bucking erratically against hers.
Then as one, their bodies melted into the goo of intense satiation as they supported each other. After several long seconds, Cordy shifted and leant her head back against his broad shoulder.
"Angel… hate to whine but this railing? Gonna get an impression of ivy on my belly if you don't ease off a bit," she panted softly. He grinned lazily as he straightened, bringing her relaxed body against his.
Slipping carefully and reluctantly from her core, Angel used the cover of her voluminous skirt to tuck himself in and zip up before straightening her dress. "Did I tell you I love this dress?" he asked her just as softly, drawing her away from the rail and into the shadows.
"Hmm, several times; wonder why?" Cordy turned in his arms and wrapped hers around his neck, lifting her dark head to raise a fine brow. Angel returned her naughty smile and captured her lips in a heated kiss.
They parted reluctantly and he frowned as she immediately checked around before pulling slightly out of his arms.
"Cordy… why do we have to do this?" Angel began, his discontent on keeping their love a secret from the people in Sunnydale. "Hell, I'm not ashamed of having you in my life. Don't we have a right to some happiness?" He ran a gentle finger along her petal soft cheek, his brown eyes darkening when she chewed her lower lip uncomfortably.
"God, this is hard," her shadowed eyes lifted to his as she attempted to explain her reluctance. "To them, I'll always be Cordelia Chase, Queen Bitch of Sunnydale- and if this gets out here, they'll add Buffy's true-love man thief," her hand rose to cover his opening mouth. "Let me finish, kay?" Angel nodded briefly, for now willing to stifle his refute of the Scoobies mistaken assumptions.
"You once told me what even little Willow said when you came to help Buffy, and that kinda puts an underline on how they all see me- do this for me; please, baby?" his eyes softened even as his heart melted at her unexpected and highly pleasurable endearment.
As soon as her hand dropped he swept her into a brief hug, dropping a short but tender kiss on her mouth. "Okay; but soon we're gonna put them straight, okay?" Cordy nodded with a small smile.
"Yup- but from the comfort of our own home…" a twinkle shone in her beautiful eyes, adding, "on the phone," her smile widened to a grin before pulling back and grabbing his hand, dragging him to the stairs.
Angel followed behind her, letting loose a weary sigh. Thank God they were going home in an hour or so. He couldn't wait to get there, see his family- and sleep in his own bed with Ms Chase: Seer extraordinaire and the woman with the biggest heart he'd ever had the good luck to meet.- not to mention plush lips that made his own ache for more and a body Venus would be jealous of!
These people didn't know how unlucky they were not to have her in their lives…***
"So… you're off now?" Buffy's wide eyes were trained solely on Angel as she spoke, missing the subtle roll of the brunette's eyes.
Angel shifted, deeply uncomfortable and discreetly moved his arm so that her hand fell from it, then took a step back. "Yeah, we kinda miss our family- not that it wasn't…nice, seeing you all," he added at the narrowing of those eyes.
Cordy stepped closer to the vampire, drawing that cool, cool blue gaze to her. She lifted her chin defiantly. "Kay… well, I'm not one for all these long goodbyes, so I'll just-" Cordy smiled brightly at the surrounding Scoobies and reached into Angel's pocket for his keys.
"Cor-" Angel began, closing his eyes briefly when her hand reappeared… holding a torn pair of silk thongs in her clenched fingers. Suddenly they we surrounded by an ocean of 'O's and stunned wide eyes.
"Oh, crap."
FIN
ETA: Always wanted this SB scene with C/A. NO angst version tho, Hope you enjoyed it.
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