Bad Nightmares and Dreamy Orgasms 1/1
Title: Bad Nightmares and Dreamy Orgasms 1/1
Author: Samsom
Summary: Angel and Cordelia in bed. Short, tiny ficlet.
Pairing: Angel/Cordelia
Rating: NC-17
Challenge: N/C
Disclaimer: If I could, I would.
Notes: This originated as comment porn in damnskippytoo's LJ, and it went over well enough for me to post here and at my LJ.
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Angel could feel the shudders even through his dreams, and they led him to the surface, reaching for her even before he was fully awake.
"Cordy?" he whispered as he gently shook her shoulder.
Jerking suddenly, Cordelia made a noise that had him wrapping a palm around the curve of her shoulder and pulling her onto her back.
"Angel?" she questioned, reaching out through the tangle of sheets for him. Unsure of the panic in her voice, he shifted and settled his body over hers, caressing the bare skin along her ribcage.
"What's wrong?" he asked quietly, feeling her panting breath on his shoulder. She buried her face in his skin and sighed in relief, wrapping both arms around his body.
"Thank God," she huffed in relieved laughter. "I just had the worst dream ever..." She raised a leg, and Angel slipped into the warm, welcoming space between her legs. Still half hard from their post-hunting celebration a few hours before, it didn't take much for Angel to surge against the heat of her inner thigh, more than ready to resume the festivities.
She giggled, and then her breath caught when he tilted his pelvis, scraping against her still tender clitoris.
But first....
"What was the dream?" he asked, already slipping inside her body, his eyes slipping closed as he bit his lip in pleasure. She was pleasure, her body, her mind. Her soul. He'd shrivel and die without her, he thought desperately. She'd live without him, and probably happier than she was with him, but the important part of him, the one that kept fighting, she'd take that with her if she ever left.
And he'd be lost.
Moving, he raised her hands over her head and laced their fingers, twisting them until her nails dug into the backs of his hands.
"Tell me, baby," he whispered as he thrust gently, loving the feel of her pelvis reaching for more.
She blinked up at him, eyes glowing in the dim light coming through the window of his suite.
"It was too horrible, and I don't want to spoil this," she shook her head, biting her lip as he drove deeper. Groaning, she wrapped her legs around his hips and arched her spine.
Angel bent his head and licked her nipple until it shone, before he gazed into her face again.
"Nothing could spoil this," he stated.
She surged up until he got the point, and they rolled until she was on top, settling down over his cock with all the heat offered by the sun. Angel's toes curled into the sheets at the bottom of the inadequate mattress as his eyes rolled up into his head and he grunted.
"I'm not giving details, but let's just say....there was sparkling, and a bad trip back to 1998," her voice washed over him, whiskey-hot and teasing, as her hips rocked his world.
"Sounds....know what? There are better things for you to be doing with that mouth. C'mere." Growling out the words, Angel clamped a gentle hand around the back of Cordelia's skull and pulled her head down to his.
Cordelia really wanted to tell him the rest, but it seemed like sucking on his tongue was way more important right that second.
There was always breakfast. Breakfast with home fries and O-Pos, and a story so bad it had to be good to go with it.
Cordelia had only managed to make Angel laugh three time since they met up in LA. Each time was a cherished memory, a victory over the all consuming misery that left Angel strung up with guilt most of the time.
She was looking forward to the fourth.
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Author: Samsom
Summary: Angel and Cordelia in bed. Short, tiny ficlet.
Pairing: Angel/Cordelia
Rating: NC-17
Challenge: N/C
Disclaimer: If I could, I would.
Notes: This originated as comment porn in damnskippytoo's LJ, and it went over well enough for me to post here and at my LJ.
~~
Angel could feel the shudders even through his dreams, and they led him to the surface, reaching for her even before he was fully awake.
"Cordy?" he whispered as he gently shook her shoulder.
Jerking suddenly, Cordelia made a noise that had him wrapping a palm around the curve of her shoulder and pulling her onto her back.
"Angel?" she questioned, reaching out through the tangle of sheets for him. Unsure of the panic in her voice, he shifted and settled his body over hers, caressing the bare skin along her ribcage.
"What's wrong?" he asked quietly, feeling her panting breath on his shoulder. She buried her face in his skin and sighed in relief, wrapping both arms around his body.
"Thank God," she huffed in relieved laughter. "I just had the worst dream ever..." She raised a leg, and Angel slipped into the warm, welcoming space between her legs. Still half hard from their post-hunting celebration a few hours before, it didn't take much for Angel to surge against the heat of her inner thigh, more than ready to resume the festivities.
She giggled, and then her breath caught when he tilted his pelvis, scraping against her still tender clitoris.
But first....
"What was the dream?" he asked, already slipping inside her body, his eyes slipping closed as he bit his lip in pleasure. She was pleasure, her body, her mind. Her soul. He'd shrivel and die without her, he thought desperately. She'd live without him, and probably happier than she was with him, but the important part of him, the one that kept fighting, she'd take that with her if she ever left.
And he'd be lost.
Moving, he raised her hands over her head and laced their fingers, twisting them until her nails dug into the backs of his hands.
"Tell me, baby," he whispered as he thrust gently, loving the feel of her pelvis reaching for more.
She blinked up at him, eyes glowing in the dim light coming through the window of his suite.
"It was too horrible, and I don't want to spoil this," she shook her head, biting her lip as he drove deeper. Groaning, she wrapped her legs around his hips and arched her spine.
Angel bent his head and licked her nipple until it shone, before he gazed into her face again.
"Nothing could spoil this," he stated.
She surged up until he got the point, and they rolled until she was on top, settling down over his cock with all the heat offered by the sun. Angel's toes curled into the sheets at the bottom of the inadequate mattress as his eyes rolled up into his head and he grunted.
"I'm not giving details, but let's just say....there was sparkling, and a bad trip back to 1998," her voice washed over him, whiskey-hot and teasing, as her hips rocked his world.
"Sounds....know what? There are better things for you to be doing with that mouth. C'mere." Growling out the words, Angel clamped a gentle hand around the back of Cordelia's skull and pulled her head down to his.
Cordelia really wanted to tell him the rest, but it seemed like sucking on his tongue was way more important right that second.
There was always breakfast. Breakfast with home fries and O-Pos, and a story so bad it had to be good to go with it.
Cordelia had only managed to make Angel laugh three time since they met up in LA. Each time was a cherished memory, a victory over the all consuming misery that left Angel strung up with guilt most of the time.
She was looking forward to the fourth.
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