Catalyst 5/? (Doyle/Cordy this chapter, Adults Only, het sex)
This is a fic that primarily focuses on Angel/Spike, but there is also significant Doyle/Cordy and Doyle/Cordy/Gunn action and here are links to the other chapters along with pairings. I will only post the Cordy chapters here.
Chapter 1 (Angel/Spike) is here.
Chapter 2 (Angel/Spike) is here.
Chapter 3a (Cordelia/Doyle/Gunn) is here.
Chapter 3b (Cordelia/Doyle/Gunn) is here.
Chapter 4 (Angel/Spike) is here.
AUTHORS: Salustra and Malea
E-MAILS: Salustra: goddess_salustra@juno.com ; Malea: justmalea@aol.com .
TITLE: Catalyst, 5/?
RATING: FRAO, Adults only,
PAIRING: This chapter- Doyle/Cordy
SUMMARY: This Chapter- Cordy and Doyle discuss things and get up to naughtiness in the office.
Distribution: Various lists, Wierd Romance Yahoo Group- http://groups.yahoo.com/group/WierdRomance ;
My livejournal - http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=salustra ; and the website Weird Romances- http://www.salustra.vague-disclaimer.org . Anyplace else is fine, just let us know where it’s going.
SPOILERS: Through Ats Season 1: In The Dark.
WARNINGS: het sex, voyeurism.
DISCLAIMER: We adore playing with the pretties, but we’re just having fun. No money made, don’t sue us!
FEEDBACK: Yes please.
Length: 2685 Words.
“When you say love
Is a simple chemical reaction
Can't say I agree
'Cause my chemicals
Left me a beautiful disaster
Still love's all I see.”
~Catalyst by Anna Nalick
Doyle looks at the door as it closes. "So...” He smiles. "The vampires figured it out then."
Cordelia blushes. “I guess they did. Is that... I mean, is that I problem for you? I get it if it is.” She looks down.
"It’s not. I just din’t know...” Doyle stops. Sitting down, taking a breath. "We din’t have any time to talk. I din’t know what you wanted anyone else to know, or even how you feel about all this."
She nods at him. “That’s how I feel too, I mean, if you don’t want anyone to know...” She looks at the desk, not knowing what else to say.
Doyle smiles and cups her face. "Don’t want anyone to know? I want to bloody shout it from the housetops!"
She looks up at him. “You do? I... I... wow.” She gives him a sparkling smile. “About us? Or about Gunn too?”
"Well yeah. Need to talk to Gunn though, too. Not sure how he feels either. I mean, I’ve been crazy about you since you walked through the door. Just met Gunn. But still..."
She blinks at that. “You have? How did I not know this?”
Doyle looks down. "Well I’ve been too shy to say anything. I asked Angel to talk me up to you, maybe convince you I was worth a shot. But he din’t seem to think it was a good idea."
Cordelia grins at that. “Well, he was right. I much prefer guys that can stand on their own.” She smiles at him and touches his cheek.
Doyle looks back at her. "I just...I mean, you’re so beautiful. You could have anybody."
She blushes prettily. “You make me feel that way. Can I ask you a favor?”
"Anything."
“Kiss me?”
Doyle leans in and presses his lips to hers, tenderly, passionately.
She smiles into his mouth and deepens the kiss, wrapping her arms around him. She sighs and pulls away. “So, what does all this mean? For us, I mean?”
"I’m not sure. I mean, we just started out. I want to have a relationship with you. That much I’m sure of."
“Really? Not just hot, steamy sex?” She tries to make her voice light, but a small trace of fear trickles through.
"Not, not just hot steamy sex." Doyle smiles back at her. "Don’t get me wrong, the sex was fecking incredible. But I want a relationship with you."
“Are you sure? I’m a bit of a princess, you know.” She gives him a crooked grin.
Doyle grins. "I don’t doubt it. So...how do *you* feel about it?"
“I, um, I think I like it. I mean, you are hot, a great guy, human, which seems simple, but was always a factor where I grew up. And I like you.” She smiles and kisses him again.
Doyle drops his eyes. "Ummm...” He sighs. "There’s something I need to tell you."
“Oh god, what? I know you’re not a woman or impotent or anything!
"Not a woman, not impotent. But not entirely human, either. I’m half-demon."
Her face drops. “You’re fucking with me.” She rolls the desk chair back from him.
"Wish I was. I’ve never been happy with it either." Doyle concentrates, and his face goes temporarily green and spiky, then back to normal again.
Her eyes go wide, and she suddenly stands. “What the fuck! What are you?”
"Half demon, like I said." Doyle's voice is miserable. Now Cordy will never want to be with him.
“I mean what kind dumbass.” She still stands back, but tries not to look so startled. At least not til she finds out if he’s a bad kind of demon.
"Dumbass? Look how you’re reacting now. I knew you wouldn’t want me if you knew." He sighs and turns away.
“Doyle,” She walks over and puts her hand on his arm. “You know I call everyone that. Look at me.”
Doyle looks back at her.
“Just answer my question. What kind of demon are you?” She says, her voice in the tone of an order.
"A Brachen demon. Never even knew until I was a teenager. My mother never told me, and the genes din’t show up til then."
“So, is that like an eat babies, destroy the world type?” She asks with a grin, she assumes it’s not.
"No. Brachens are like humans, they can be as good or as bad as they want to be."
“That’s all I needed to know.” She turns him fully to her, placing her hand on the back of his neck, pulling him down into a sweet kiss. “You just threw me for a second. Don’t judge me and think I’m prejudiced just because of how I look. You’re the one that was hiding it, not me. Or have you forgotten I work for a vampire?”
Doyle is surprised by the kiss. "Yeah, well working for is one thing. Sleeping with is another."
She shrugs. “Maybe, but I did grow up on a Hellmouth, so I'd like to think I’ve learned to be a little open-minded about things like that.” She pauses for a second. “So, will it, you know, pass on to your kids?”
He nods. "Yeah, I’m afraid so."
“Well, there are much worse things that can be passed on, right?” She tries to push it out of her head, It’s not like she wants kids right now anyway.
"Yeah. I mean, it doesn’t make me violent or vicious or anything. Just makes me a little stronger, helps me heal quicker, and predisposes me to psychic-kinda stuff. Like the bloody visions."
Cordelia nods, “I get that. But, you know you’ll have to tell Gunn, you know, I mean if you want to keep seeing him.”
Doyle groans. "Yeah, I imagine so. Feck. Hope he doesn’t lose it."
“I hope so too sweetie.” she looks at him with compassion.
Doyle sighs. "Why did my mother have to have an affair with a demon?"
“Why did my mom have to marry a loser tax evader?” She grins at him and pushes him gently into the chair, sitting on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Doyle grins up at her. "You’re a take-charge kinda girl. I like that."
She giggles at him. “Yeah, well, I’m just trying to cheer mister grumpy pants up,” she says, kissing him on the nose.
Doyle chuckles. "I thought *Angel* was mister grumpy pants."
“I don’t know WHAT’S in his pants right now!”
"Spike, evidently." Doyle grins wickedly.
She slaps his chest lightly. “I can’t believe you said that!” She laughs loudly. “but I think you’re right.”
"Oh, yeah." Doyle grins. "Definitely right. I think that’s the only reason the blonde menace is behaving. I’ve heard a thing or two about them."
“Oh, do tell!” she exclaims, wiggling wickedly on his lap.
Doyle chuckles. "Well...there was a story circulated about them in a brothel in England. Angelus paying to have an Asian woman teach William how to give a proper body rub."
“No way!” She bounces on his lap, trying not to imagine how sexy that would be.
Doyle groans as she bounces on him. "So I’ve heard. Then they scandalized a dance club at the time by dancing together publicly. It was illegal at the time, you know, for two men to dance together. Much less what they were likely doing behind closed doors."
“Oh my god. I can only imagine, I’m sure they didn’t give a damn either.,” She pauses. “So, um, how old are you?”
"Twenty-nine."
She blushes. “Oh, I didn’t know with the whole Brach’s demon thing. Sorry.”
"Nah. We’re not any longer-lived than humans."
“So, you won’t have to watch me get all old and wrinkly.” She blushes deeper as she realizes what her words imply. “Er, I mean, ya know, if we were still together and stuff.”
"I look forward to it." Doyle beams at her, glad to know he wasn’t the only one thinking that way.
She looks at him through her lashes. “Do you think I’m terrible?”
"Why would I think that?"
She shrugs a little. “I don’t know, I guess because this is all new and I’m crazy girl talking about when I’m 80.”
"I’ve thought it. You’re just the only one brave enough to say it. It’s one of the things I love about you."
She grins brightly at him. “Really? Most people HATE it.”
"I don’t see why."
She smiles and kisses him hard. “I love THAT about you.”
Doyle moans into the kiss. "You realize we both just used the word 'love'."
Cordelia blinks. “Nuh uh,” she says defiantly. “Did we?”
"We did."
“Well, That’s something, isn’t it?” she asks, a little breathlessly.
"Yeah. I’m thinking it is."
She looks into his eyes, almost searching them as she breathes deeply.
Doyle looks back at her and kisses her slowly. "It may be entirely too soon to say this, but I think I’m in love with you, Cordelia Chase."
Cordelia’s breath catches in her chest. “Don’t say that, you can’t,” she says softly, looking down.
"Why not?"
“Because... just because,” she whispers.
"Why?"
She shakes her head and doesn’t say anything, sliding off his lap and walking to the window, absently looking out with her arms wrapped around her body.
Doyle gets up and follows her. "Did I do something wrong?"
She shakes her head, staring but not seeing anything. “It’s just that... no, you didn’t do anything.”
Doyle strokes her hair. "What’s wrong?"
She reflexively leans back into him. “It’s just that, I mean, people tend to think they love me, because of how I look or how I make them feel or as a trophy. I just couldn’t stand that from you.”
"I don’t think of you that way. I love your courage, your brightness, the way you don’t let me get away with anything."
She turns to look at him, pinning him with her eyes. “Don’t lie to me, please.” She wants to believe him, but can’t.
"I wouldn’t lie to you. Never to you."
“Swear it.” She holds his eyes, making her voice firm.
"I swear. I won’t lie to you."
She nods after a moment, satisfied that he’s being honest. “I believe you baby,” she says, smiling at him, visibly relaxing at this revelation.
"I’m glad. Because I mean it." He leans in to kiss her.
She sighs, unwrapping her arms from her own waist, curling them around him instead. She moans into the kiss, holding him tightly to her body.
Doyle moans back, softly, holding her close, hands stroking on the small of her back.
She shivers slightly, her hips pressing against his. Her hands stroke down, cupping his firm ass.
He presses into her touch and slides one hand up along her spine, cupping the nape of her neck. He caresses the downy-soft hairs there before finally, reluctantly, breaking the kiss.
“Oh god Doyle, I love your kisses.” She leans against the window, hooking her fingers through his belt loops, pulling his body to press against her. “I love the way you feel against me.”
Doyle grins at her. "Nice to know I have some useful talents."
“Oh god, you have many talents.”
Doyle chuckles. "Never heard that before. Sounds good coming from you."
She smiles wickedly. “I plan to find out more about your various talents VERY soon.”
Doyle grins wider and kisses her again. "I, and my talents, are at your disposal."
She hops up on the windowsill, spreading her legs and pulling him to stand between them. “You know I left my panties at your place, right?”
He laughs. "I noticed that."
“You did? How?”
"Gunn was looking at them as we left."
“Oh really?” she wraps her heels around his legs, rubbing against his cloth covered crotch.
"Yeah." Doyle grins wickedly, and moans as he rubs back against her.
“Oh fuck,” she moans as she feels him against her center. “And what did he think of them?”
"He seemed to be fairly fascinated with them."
She laughs at that. “Wow, and those weren’t even any of my sassy ones.” She grins as she moves her hand down between them, unbuttoning his pants.
Doyle groans. "Oh, fuck, Cordelia."
She chuckles. “Yes, actually, that’s the plan.” she grins wickedly and slowly slides the zipper down as well.
Doyle shivers a little as she works down his zipper, and his hand moves to cup one breast through her shirt.
“Oh god yes,” she hisses, arching her back into his touch, pulling his hard phallus out, stroking him softly.
Doyle pushes into her grip just a little. "Ohhh, Cordelia, feels so good."
“I want you Doyle, I need you inside me, please.” She spreads her legs a little more, lifting her short skirt.
Doyle doesn’t need any more encouragement. He presses against her, pushing his hard cock into her waiting wetness.
She gasps, holding her breath as she feels him slip into her, stretching her tight walls.
Doyle’s hands move to cup her ass, pulling her onto him. He holds her more effortlessly than his size would seem to indicate, now that he doesn’t have to hide his demon heritage.
“Oh holy fuck, god I love that,” she says, a little surprised as he holds her. She rocks her hips against him, crushing her clit into him, taking his cock deep.
Doyle bucks up into her, moaning, capturing her lips in a kiss.
She moans loudly into his mouth, pressing her tongue in, tasting him. She digs her heels into his legs, lifting herself off of him before dropping back down roughly.
Doyle groans as she works herself on him. She feels fantastic on him, and those heels digging into his legs make him even hotter. He moves over to her desk, carrying her, and sweeps the contents off onto the floor.
“Oh fuck yes!” she yells as he throws everything onto the floor, laying her down on the desk. She pulls him against her, digging her sharp heels into him, no longer afraid to hurt him.
Doyle lean over her, starting to work his hips hard in and out of her.
She grabs his hair, bruising his mouth against hers as she thrusts back against him.
Doyle nips at her lips hard and buries a hand in her hair.
Spike’s voice cuts through the air. "How could you forget the *address*? I mean...” His voice cuts off as he sees Cordy and Doyle on the desk.
She keens and writhes as she feels his teeth on her lips, freezing as she hears Spike's voice. “Oh fuck.”
"That’s certainly what it looks like, yeah," Spike says with a chuckle.
“Cordy! Oh my god! Doyle!” Angel turns suddenly, covering his eyes.
Spike chuckles and grabs the slip of paper. "C’mon Sire. They have some ‘work’ to do."
Doyle is completely frozen, mortified at them walking in on him and Cordy like this.
Angel nods mutely, not daring to turn around, his eyes tightly shut, he blindly feels for the doorknob.
Spike comes up behind him and guides his hand to the doorknob, kissing the back of his neck.
Angel shivers, already turned on by the sights and smells behind him. “You little shit,” he moans at Spike.
Spike chuckles. "You know it." He helps Angel open the door and steps behind him through it, closing it behind them.
Cordelia starts moving beneath Doyle, unwilling to stop with how turned on she is.
Doyle is frozen a moment more and then he breathes a sigh of relief and gives a nervous chuckle, starting to move in her again.
“Well, it was bound to happen sometime,” she says as she scrapes her nails down his back.
He hisses at that and moves harder into her. "Guess so. At least you weren’t naked."
She giggles at that. “So true oh fuck Doyle yes,” she moans as she feels him hit her g-spot,
buried deep in her.
Doyle kisses her neck and nips at it, his ardor undiminished by their discovery.
“Oh god yes bite me Doyle!” she groans as she digs her nails deep.
Chapter 1 (Angel/Spike) is here.
Chapter 2 (Angel/Spike) is here.
Chapter 3a (Cordelia/Doyle/Gunn) is here.
Chapter 3b (Cordelia/Doyle/Gunn) is here.
Chapter 4 (Angel/Spike) is here.
AUTHORS: Salustra and Malea
E-MAILS: Salustra: goddess_salustra@juno.com ; Malea: justmalea@aol.com .
TITLE: Catalyst, 5/?
RATING: FRAO, Adults only,
PAIRING: This chapter- Doyle/Cordy
SUMMARY: This Chapter- Cordy and Doyle discuss things and get up to naughtiness in the office.
Distribution: Various lists, Wierd Romance Yahoo Group- http://groups.yahoo.com/group/WierdRomance ;
My livejournal - http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=salustra ; and the website Weird Romances- http://www.salustra.vague-disclaimer.org . Anyplace else is fine, just let us know where it’s going.
SPOILERS: Through Ats Season 1: In The Dark.
WARNINGS: het sex, voyeurism.
DISCLAIMER: We adore playing with the pretties, but we’re just having fun. No money made, don’t sue us!
FEEDBACK: Yes please.
Length: 2685 Words.
“When you say love
Is a simple chemical reaction
Can't say I agree
'Cause my chemicals
Left me a beautiful disaster
Still love's all I see.”
~Catalyst by Anna Nalick
Doyle looks at the door as it closes. "So...” He smiles. "The vampires figured it out then."
Cordelia blushes. “I guess they did. Is that... I mean, is that I problem for you? I get it if it is.” She looks down.
"It’s not. I just din’t know...” Doyle stops. Sitting down, taking a breath. "We din’t have any time to talk. I din’t know what you wanted anyone else to know, or even how you feel about all this."
She nods at him. “That’s how I feel too, I mean, if you don’t want anyone to know...” She looks at the desk, not knowing what else to say.
Doyle smiles and cups her face. "Don’t want anyone to know? I want to bloody shout it from the housetops!"
She looks up at him. “You do? I... I... wow.” She gives him a sparkling smile. “About us? Or about Gunn too?”
"Well yeah. Need to talk to Gunn though, too. Not sure how he feels either. I mean, I’ve been crazy about you since you walked through the door. Just met Gunn. But still..."
She blinks at that. “You have? How did I not know this?”
Doyle looks down. "Well I’ve been too shy to say anything. I asked Angel to talk me up to you, maybe convince you I was worth a shot. But he din’t seem to think it was a good idea."
Cordelia grins at that. “Well, he was right. I much prefer guys that can stand on their own.” She smiles at him and touches his cheek.
Doyle looks back at her. "I just...I mean, you’re so beautiful. You could have anybody."
She blushes prettily. “You make me feel that way. Can I ask you a favor?”
"Anything."
“Kiss me?”
Doyle leans in and presses his lips to hers, tenderly, passionately.
She smiles into his mouth and deepens the kiss, wrapping her arms around him. She sighs and pulls away. “So, what does all this mean? For us, I mean?”
"I’m not sure. I mean, we just started out. I want to have a relationship with you. That much I’m sure of."
“Really? Not just hot, steamy sex?” She tries to make her voice light, but a small trace of fear trickles through.
"Not, not just hot steamy sex." Doyle smiles back at her. "Don’t get me wrong, the sex was fecking incredible. But I want a relationship with you."
“Are you sure? I’m a bit of a princess, you know.” She gives him a crooked grin.
Doyle grins. "I don’t doubt it. So...how do *you* feel about it?"
“I, um, I think I like it. I mean, you are hot, a great guy, human, which seems simple, but was always a factor where I grew up. And I like you.” She smiles and kisses him again.
Doyle drops his eyes. "Ummm...” He sighs. "There’s something I need to tell you."
“Oh god, what? I know you’re not a woman or impotent or anything!
"Not a woman, not impotent. But not entirely human, either. I’m half-demon."
Her face drops. “You’re fucking with me.” She rolls the desk chair back from him.
"Wish I was. I’ve never been happy with it either." Doyle concentrates, and his face goes temporarily green and spiky, then back to normal again.
Her eyes go wide, and she suddenly stands. “What the fuck! What are you?”
"Half demon, like I said." Doyle's voice is miserable. Now Cordy will never want to be with him.
“I mean what kind dumbass.” She still stands back, but tries not to look so startled. At least not til she finds out if he’s a bad kind of demon.
"Dumbass? Look how you’re reacting now. I knew you wouldn’t want me if you knew." He sighs and turns away.
“Doyle,” She walks over and puts her hand on his arm. “You know I call everyone that. Look at me.”
Doyle looks back at her.
“Just answer my question. What kind of demon are you?” She says, her voice in the tone of an order.
"A Brachen demon. Never even knew until I was a teenager. My mother never told me, and the genes din’t show up til then."
“So, is that like an eat babies, destroy the world type?” She asks with a grin, she assumes it’s not.
"No. Brachens are like humans, they can be as good or as bad as they want to be."
“That’s all I needed to know.” She turns him fully to her, placing her hand on the back of his neck, pulling him down into a sweet kiss. “You just threw me for a second. Don’t judge me and think I’m prejudiced just because of how I look. You’re the one that was hiding it, not me. Or have you forgotten I work for a vampire?”
Doyle is surprised by the kiss. "Yeah, well working for is one thing. Sleeping with is another."
She shrugs. “Maybe, but I did grow up on a Hellmouth, so I'd like to think I’ve learned to be a little open-minded about things like that.” She pauses for a second. “So, will it, you know, pass on to your kids?”
He nods. "Yeah, I’m afraid so."
“Well, there are much worse things that can be passed on, right?” She tries to push it out of her head, It’s not like she wants kids right now anyway.
"Yeah. I mean, it doesn’t make me violent or vicious or anything. Just makes me a little stronger, helps me heal quicker, and predisposes me to psychic-kinda stuff. Like the bloody visions."
Cordelia nods, “I get that. But, you know you’ll have to tell Gunn, you know, I mean if you want to keep seeing him.”
Doyle groans. "Yeah, I imagine so. Feck. Hope he doesn’t lose it."
“I hope so too sweetie.” she looks at him with compassion.
Doyle sighs. "Why did my mother have to have an affair with a demon?"
“Why did my mom have to marry a loser tax evader?” She grins at him and pushes him gently into the chair, sitting on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Doyle grins up at her. "You’re a take-charge kinda girl. I like that."
She giggles at him. “Yeah, well, I’m just trying to cheer mister grumpy pants up,” she says, kissing him on the nose.
Doyle chuckles. "I thought *Angel* was mister grumpy pants."
“I don’t know WHAT’S in his pants right now!”
"Spike, evidently." Doyle grins wickedly.
She slaps his chest lightly. “I can’t believe you said that!” She laughs loudly. “but I think you’re right.”
"Oh, yeah." Doyle grins. "Definitely right. I think that’s the only reason the blonde menace is behaving. I’ve heard a thing or two about them."
“Oh, do tell!” she exclaims, wiggling wickedly on his lap.
Doyle chuckles. "Well...there was a story circulated about them in a brothel in England. Angelus paying to have an Asian woman teach William how to give a proper body rub."
“No way!” She bounces on his lap, trying not to imagine how sexy that would be.
Doyle groans as she bounces on him. "So I’ve heard. Then they scandalized a dance club at the time by dancing together publicly. It was illegal at the time, you know, for two men to dance together. Much less what they were likely doing behind closed doors."
“Oh my god. I can only imagine, I’m sure they didn’t give a damn either.,” She pauses. “So, um, how old are you?”
"Twenty-nine."
She blushes. “Oh, I didn’t know with the whole Brach’s demon thing. Sorry.”
"Nah. We’re not any longer-lived than humans."
“So, you won’t have to watch me get all old and wrinkly.” She blushes deeper as she realizes what her words imply. “Er, I mean, ya know, if we were still together and stuff.”
"I look forward to it." Doyle beams at her, glad to know he wasn’t the only one thinking that way.
She looks at him through her lashes. “Do you think I’m terrible?”
"Why would I think that?"
She shrugs a little. “I don’t know, I guess because this is all new and I’m crazy girl talking about when I’m 80.”
"I’ve thought it. You’re just the only one brave enough to say it. It’s one of the things I love about you."
She grins brightly at him. “Really? Most people HATE it.”
"I don’t see why."
She smiles and kisses him hard. “I love THAT about you.”
Doyle moans into the kiss. "You realize we both just used the word 'love'."
Cordelia blinks. “Nuh uh,” she says defiantly. “Did we?”
"We did."
“Well, That’s something, isn’t it?” she asks, a little breathlessly.
"Yeah. I’m thinking it is."
She looks into his eyes, almost searching them as she breathes deeply.
Doyle looks back at her and kisses her slowly. "It may be entirely too soon to say this, but I think I’m in love with you, Cordelia Chase."
Cordelia’s breath catches in her chest. “Don’t say that, you can’t,” she says softly, looking down.
"Why not?"
“Because... just because,” she whispers.
"Why?"
She shakes her head and doesn’t say anything, sliding off his lap and walking to the window, absently looking out with her arms wrapped around her body.
Doyle gets up and follows her. "Did I do something wrong?"
She shakes her head, staring but not seeing anything. “It’s just that... no, you didn’t do anything.”
Doyle strokes her hair. "What’s wrong?"
She reflexively leans back into him. “It’s just that, I mean, people tend to think they love me, because of how I look or how I make them feel or as a trophy. I just couldn’t stand that from you.”
"I don’t think of you that way. I love your courage, your brightness, the way you don’t let me get away with anything."
She turns to look at him, pinning him with her eyes. “Don’t lie to me, please.” She wants to believe him, but can’t.
"I wouldn’t lie to you. Never to you."
“Swear it.” She holds his eyes, making her voice firm.
"I swear. I won’t lie to you."
She nods after a moment, satisfied that he’s being honest. “I believe you baby,” she says, smiling at him, visibly relaxing at this revelation.
"I’m glad. Because I mean it." He leans in to kiss her.
She sighs, unwrapping her arms from her own waist, curling them around him instead. She moans into the kiss, holding him tightly to her body.
Doyle moans back, softly, holding her close, hands stroking on the small of her back.
She shivers slightly, her hips pressing against his. Her hands stroke down, cupping his firm ass.
He presses into her touch and slides one hand up along her spine, cupping the nape of her neck. He caresses the downy-soft hairs there before finally, reluctantly, breaking the kiss.
“Oh god Doyle, I love your kisses.” She leans against the window, hooking her fingers through his belt loops, pulling his body to press against her. “I love the way you feel against me.”
Doyle grins at her. "Nice to know I have some useful talents."
“Oh god, you have many talents.”
Doyle chuckles. "Never heard that before. Sounds good coming from you."
She smiles wickedly. “I plan to find out more about your various talents VERY soon.”
Doyle grins wider and kisses her again. "I, and my talents, are at your disposal."
She hops up on the windowsill, spreading her legs and pulling him to stand between them. “You know I left my panties at your place, right?”
He laughs. "I noticed that."
“You did? How?”
"Gunn was looking at them as we left."
“Oh really?” she wraps her heels around his legs, rubbing against his cloth covered crotch.
"Yeah." Doyle grins wickedly, and moans as he rubs back against her.
“Oh fuck,” she moans as she feels him against her center. “And what did he think of them?”
"He seemed to be fairly fascinated with them."
She laughs at that. “Wow, and those weren’t even any of my sassy ones.” She grins as she moves her hand down between them, unbuttoning his pants.
Doyle groans. "Oh, fuck, Cordelia."
She chuckles. “Yes, actually, that’s the plan.” she grins wickedly and slowly slides the zipper down as well.
Doyle shivers a little as she works down his zipper, and his hand moves to cup one breast through her shirt.
“Oh god yes,” she hisses, arching her back into his touch, pulling his hard phallus out, stroking him softly.
Doyle pushes into her grip just a little. "Ohhh, Cordelia, feels so good."
“I want you Doyle, I need you inside me, please.” She spreads her legs a little more, lifting her short skirt.
Doyle doesn’t need any more encouragement. He presses against her, pushing his hard cock into her waiting wetness.
She gasps, holding her breath as she feels him slip into her, stretching her tight walls.
Doyle’s hands move to cup her ass, pulling her onto him. He holds her more effortlessly than his size would seem to indicate, now that he doesn’t have to hide his demon heritage.
“Oh holy fuck, god I love that,” she says, a little surprised as he holds her. She rocks her hips against him, crushing her clit into him, taking his cock deep.
Doyle bucks up into her, moaning, capturing her lips in a kiss.
She moans loudly into his mouth, pressing her tongue in, tasting him. She digs her heels into his legs, lifting herself off of him before dropping back down roughly.
Doyle groans as she works herself on him. She feels fantastic on him, and those heels digging into his legs make him even hotter. He moves over to her desk, carrying her, and sweeps the contents off onto the floor.
“Oh fuck yes!” she yells as he throws everything onto the floor, laying her down on the desk. She pulls him against her, digging her sharp heels into him, no longer afraid to hurt him.
Doyle lean over her, starting to work his hips hard in and out of her.
She grabs his hair, bruising his mouth against hers as she thrusts back against him.
Doyle nips at her lips hard and buries a hand in her hair.
Spike’s voice cuts through the air. "How could you forget the *address*? I mean...” His voice cuts off as he sees Cordy and Doyle on the desk.
She keens and writhes as she feels his teeth on her lips, freezing as she hears Spike's voice. “Oh fuck.”
"That’s certainly what it looks like, yeah," Spike says with a chuckle.
“Cordy! Oh my god! Doyle!” Angel turns suddenly, covering his eyes.
Spike chuckles and grabs the slip of paper. "C’mon Sire. They have some ‘work’ to do."
Doyle is completely frozen, mortified at them walking in on him and Cordy like this.
Angel nods mutely, not daring to turn around, his eyes tightly shut, he blindly feels for the doorknob.
Spike comes up behind him and guides his hand to the doorknob, kissing the back of his neck.
Angel shivers, already turned on by the sights and smells behind him. “You little shit,” he moans at Spike.
Spike chuckles. "You know it." He helps Angel open the door and steps behind him through it, closing it behind them.
Cordelia starts moving beneath Doyle, unwilling to stop with how turned on she is.
Doyle is frozen a moment more and then he breathes a sigh of relief and gives a nervous chuckle, starting to move in her again.
“Well, it was bound to happen sometime,” she says as she scrapes her nails down his back.
He hisses at that and moves harder into her. "Guess so. At least you weren’t naked."
She giggles at that. “So true oh fuck Doyle yes,” she moans as she feels him hit her g-spot,
buried deep in her.
Doyle kisses her neck and nips at it, his ardor undiminished by their discovery.
“Oh god yes bite me Doyle!” she groans as she digs her nails deep.