You slowly make your way down the stairs, and when Cordelia's voice reaches you, you have to smile. Of all the possible choices this was the very best solution.
Cordy is the one person who actually could stay away from the looks and the tip toeing. If she wants to know something, she'll ask. Cause she is Cordelia Chase, and she does nothing but speak her mind.
"Yes, I thought it was... Kinda time. It was getting sort of stale in there." As she lifts her nose to smell if you are as unpleasantly stale, you sit down next to her. "I'm all flower fresh, though."
You tuck a strand of hair, standing straight up from her head, behind her ear. "Were you sleeping down here? Don't you have a home anymore? How long have I been gone?"
"Flower fresh?" I look at Angel, stifling a giggle. Flowers? Not Angel's thing. Or at least I don't think they are - there was always that estranged period after which he proved his severe gay-man's-taste... There could be flowers!
He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and I nod, suddenly feeling all kinds of strange about that dream I had. "I... I didn't get much sleep last night," I explain, "I was just... Y'know, resting my eyes. And yes, doofus, I have a home. And a ghost! Who was more than willing to make me eggs this morning 'til I ran out 'cause I thought I was missing something." I smile at him to take the sting out of my words.
"You've been gone... Well, a while. Does this reappearance mean you're ready to come back?"
You fall silent after that statement. What more is there to say? That you shouldn't have stayed away so long? That you'd missed them? That would sound kind of hypocretic, considering they'd been in the saame house all the time, knocking on his door, asking if there was anything they could do.
But it is kind of true. You have missed them. The fact that they were just on the other side of that door, didn't help. It could as well have been on another continent. Felt like it anyway.
"And I'm glad you still have a home. And a ghost, I guess."
"I'm glad." I tell him, smiling, "About the... Uh, being back. And y'know, having a house, 'cause for a while it was sorta touch-and-go there."
Okay, so that's not necessarily true. Things didn't get that bad over the summer while he was brooding alone but they did get pretty bad every now and then.
"Did you see the painting?" I point towards Wesley's office, beaming at Angel. "The Sales Guy told me I got it for an absolute steal and-- Okay, I think he was selling me a line but he was kinda hot and..."
It's time to cut the crap. Angel knows me. He knows that I never beat around the bush. It's just not me. "Are you okay, Angel?" I ask, softly.
"I so would, and I so will, miss 'soon-to-find-out-that-teasing-a-superfast-vampire-is-not-the-smartest-of-ideas'. My hands can be everywhere at the same time. You won't even know which way to squirm."
Then you just go for it. Letting your fingers fly gently over her body, pressing her up against the counter so she can't run away as you make her scream with laughter.
"There will be no puking, not over my new shirt, missy!"
For that alone she gets the extra. She twists like a worm on a hook, but she sounds a hell of a lot more than one. Her laughter mixed with yelps and screams echo through the lobby.
And as she squirms, she keeps touching places, keeps her body heat flowing into you, and soon you don't know what to do anymore. It is getting kind of uncontrolable. So your hands are everywhere on her, but her whole body is everywhere on you. And there is no denying it. This is what you should've realized up in your closed room. This is the reason. It's not because you are a monster you've gotten over Buffy. It's because of Cordelia. She has taken over your heart and doesn't leave room for anything else.
You freeze, in the middle of a move, just staring down at the beautiful mess of tangeled heap that now is Cordelia. Warm, giggeling and breathing heavily, catching her breath from laughing to hard.
Oh God... I can barely breathe. I can barely breathe but it's the good kind of breathlessness. It's the kind that comes with laughing too hard 'til you think you're going to puke.
He stops tickling me and I'm half in his arms, trying to catch my breath as he looks down at me. "You really are a dork." I giggle, clutching his upper arms as I look at him, feeling more lighthearted than I have done in months.
For a while? He just stares at me-- And I'm starting to think I'm the clueless one 'cause all I can think to say is, "Have you shaved at all in the last ever? You have that whole sexy-- Uhm, stubble. You have the stubble." Since when was Angel sexy?
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Cordy is the one person who actually could stay away from the looks and the tip toeing. If she wants to know something, she'll ask. Cause she is Cordelia Chase, and she does nothing but speak her mind.
"Yes, I thought it was... Kinda time. It was getting sort of stale in there." As she lifts her nose to smell if you are as unpleasantly stale, you sit down next to her. "I'm all flower fresh, though."
You tuck a strand of hair, standing straight up from her head, behind her ear. "Were you sleeping down here? Don't you have a home anymore? How long have I been gone?"
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He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and I nod, suddenly feeling all kinds of strange about that dream I had. "I... I didn't get much sleep last night," I explain, "I was just... Y'know, resting my eyes. And yes, doofus, I have a home. And a ghost! Who was more than willing to make me eggs this morning 'til I ran out 'cause I thought I was missing something." I smile at him to take the sting out of my words.
"You've been gone... Well, a while. Does this reappearance mean you're ready to come back?"
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You fall silent after that statement. What more is there to say? That you shouldn't have stayed away so long? That you'd missed them? That would sound kind of hypocretic, considering they'd been in the saame house all the time, knocking on his door, asking if there was anything they could do.
But it is kind of true. You have missed them. The fact that they were just on the other side of that door, didn't help. It could as well have been on another continent. Felt like it anyway.
"And I'm glad you still have a home. And a ghost, I guess."
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Okay, so that's not necessarily true. Things didn't get that bad over the summer while he was brooding alone but they did get pretty bad every now and then.
"Did you see the painting?" I point towards Wesley's office, beaming at Angel. "The Sales Guy told me I got it for an absolute steal and-- Okay, I think he was selling me a line but he was kinda hot and..."
It's time to cut the crap. Angel knows me. He knows that I never beat around the bush. It's just not me. "Are you okay, Angel?" I ask, softly.
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Then you just go for it. Letting your fingers fly gently over her body, pressing her up against the counter so she can't run away as you make her scream with laughter.
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"Ow! Angel, no!" I laugh, trying to bat his hands away, "Stoppit! OhgodI'msogonnapuke!"
My body squirms underneath his and I laugh all the more, trying to get the hell out of there. Damn, if he isn't persistant...
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For that alone she gets the extra. She twists like a worm on a hook, but she sounds a hell of a lot more than one. Her laughter mixed with yelps and screams echo through the lobby.
And as she squirms, she keeps touching places, keeps her body heat flowing into you, and soon you don't know what to do anymore. It is getting kind of uncontrolable. So your hands are everywhere on her, but her whole body is everywhere on you. And there is no denying it. This is what you should've realized up in your closed room. This is the reason. It's not because you are a monster you've gotten over Buffy. It's because of Cordelia. She has taken over your heart and doesn't leave room for anything else.
You freeze, in the middle of a move, just staring down at the beautiful mess of tangeled heap that now is Cordelia. Warm, giggeling and breathing heavily, catching her breath from laughing to hard.
She is so right. You are a clueless retard.
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He stops tickling me and I'm half in his arms, trying to catch my breath as he looks down at me. "You really are a dork." I giggle, clutching his upper arms as I look at him, feeling more lighthearted than I have done in months.
For a while? He just stares at me-- And I'm starting to think I'm the clueless one 'cause all I can think to say is, "Have you shaved at all in the last ever? You have that whole sexy-- Uhm, stubble. You have the stubble." Since when was Angel sexy?
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