Something else to piss me off.
I had wanted vengeance. A simple massacre of a bunch of pathetic humans hadn't been enough to purge the memory of Drusilla being turned to dust right in front of me. Killing all of those people on the train, and letting Cordlia enjoy a real massacre for the first time, while so many other helpless humans ran away, fear filling the air, normally would have left me satiated and content, but this time, it didn't. This time, it was personal. It wasn't like the slayer had killed Drusilla, or a mob in Prague, like one almost did. No, a former ally had done it, and worse, he had done it playing the hero role, which really left a sour taste in my mouth.
Not only had Rory been a comrade in the old times in Europe, but he just had to be taking th hero angle, coming after me and Spike and Dru and Cordelius. It reminded me of last year, before banging Buffy and regaining my semses. That's what Cordelia didn't understand. After the massacre, she thought that I would have been better after killing a bunch of people. She thought that it would work. She thought all would be better, but almost one-hundred and fifty years of knowing Dru was gone, and what was worse, was that most of that time, I had been a simpering sewer dweller who wanted to do good.
Drusilla's death had made me see things and I had to make up for one-hundred years of not killing and I really had to make up for a year plus of helping the slayer and bein a white hat. I wasn't mad at her, but of course, she took everything the wrong way, and in one way, she had learned all too quick about how to act like a demon. Killing, like in the train, that was natural, but to try to ease my mind and get it on other things, she offered to take a bubble bath and invited me in. At first, I acted as though it didn't matter to me, as if I didn't want it, but seriously, who could look at Cordelia and not want her? I eventually said yes. I liked being clean, and obviously, even though she was now a vampire, Cordy felt the same way.
"As much as I want to join you, I think you need time to yourself. Maybe, I've been getting on your nerves, or you're still upset about Dru's death, but when we have sex, I need you to be there with me. I want you to want it, and not feel obligated."
She started to walk away, telling me that she would clean up in another bathroom. I stood up, bubbles filling my girthed-high shaft as I stared at her.
"Are you fucking kidding me, Cordy? When I have sex with you, you need me to be there? I mean, I know you're young, but come on, did you not lose your soul when I turned you? Are you still human, or something? You're young, but we have done this before. Are you trying to piss me off..."
I stopped, and slowly toweled off. I decided to change tact. I would either seduce her into sex, or she would say no, and I would get it elsewhere. "You know what, Cordy. You're right. We should have sex when both of us are there. I wouldn't want you to have the heartache of believing of thinking that I'm having sex with somebody else when I have sex with you..."
I continued to towel off, sliding the towel up to my chest, and away from my erect cock.
[Cordelius]
Not only had Rory been a comrade in the old times in Europe, but he just had to be taking th hero angle, coming after me and Spike and Dru and Cordelius. It reminded me of last year, before banging Buffy and regaining my semses. That's what Cordelia didn't understand. After the massacre, she thought that I would have been better after killing a bunch of people. She thought that it would work. She thought all would be better, but almost one-hundred and fifty years of knowing Dru was gone, and what was worse, was that most of that time, I had been a simpering sewer dweller who wanted to do good.
Drusilla's death had made me see things and I had to make up for one-hundred years of not killing and I really had to make up for a year plus of helping the slayer and bein a white hat. I wasn't mad at her, but of course, she took everything the wrong way, and in one way, she had learned all too quick about how to act like a demon. Killing, like in the train, that was natural, but to try to ease my mind and get it on other things, she offered to take a bubble bath and invited me in. At first, I acted as though it didn't matter to me, as if I didn't want it, but seriously, who could look at Cordelia and not want her? I eventually said yes. I liked being clean, and obviously, even though she was now a vampire, Cordy felt the same way.
"As much as I want to join you, I think you need time to yourself. Maybe, I've been getting on your nerves, or you're still upset about Dru's death, but when we have sex, I need you to be there with me. I want you to want it, and not feel obligated."
She started to walk away, telling me that she would clean up in another bathroom. I stood up, bubbles filling my girthed-high shaft as I stared at her.
"Are you fucking kidding me, Cordy? When I have sex with you, you need me to be there? I mean, I know you're young, but come on, did you not lose your soul when I turned you? Are you still human, or something? You're young, but we have done this before. Are you trying to piss me off..."
I stopped, and slowly toweled off. I decided to change tact. I would either seduce her into sex, or she would say no, and I would get it elsewhere. "You know what, Cordy. You're right. We should have sex when both of us are there. I wouldn't want you to have the heartache of believing of thinking that I'm having sex with somebody else when I have sex with you..."
I continued to towel off, sliding the towel up to my chest, and away from my erect cock.
[Cordelius]