fic post
Title: Safe
Author: Samsom
Summary: Feeling safe could be as simple as a warm shirt from the dryer.
Notes: Set during Room w/ a Vu, I wrote this a while back based on a prompt by damnskippytoo...a warm shirt from the dryer...Cordelia and Angel. Vaguely shippy.
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Cordelia puts the plate down on the floor next to Angel’s bed, licking a trace of peanut butter from her finger and burping discreetly.
She peeks over at the Angel-shaped lump lying on the couch in the other room. He hasn’t moved in an hour, since he pulled the covers over his head after making her a quick dinner of eggs and toast.
Maybe she was a little bit pushier than she had to be when she barged in earlier, but since it was an emergency it couldn’t be helped, and she knew when she explained that Angel wouldn’t mind.
Well, he would, but it wasn’t like he’d die from it.
She puts her head back against the wall behind his bed and sighs.
She misses her room. Her closet full of clothes and perfumes and makeup.
She misses money and all the security that came with it.
She misses feeling safe.
The last few months in LA have taught her more than she ever wanted to learn about herself and she shies from the memory of what she was willing to compromise to get that security back, before she realized Russell Winters was a vampire.
She never thought she’d find herself seeking refuge with yet another vampire, especially one that had tried to kill her and everyone she knew less than two years ago, but life is full of strange twists, isn’t it?
In the half dark of Angel’s apartment, with the sound of the dryer going in the background, she breathes easier than she has in months.
When the dryer stops she pushes the covers aside and pads over to the corner bare foot, liking the feel of the cool tile on her sensitive skin.
The scent of dryer sheets wafts out with the heat when she pulls the lid open, and she reaches in and pulls out the first thing she grabs.
Angel’s shirt, warm and smelling springtime fresh.
She must have mixed it into her laundry when she loaded the washer.
Without thinking she shrugs off her worn t-shirt and slips it on, loving the way it instantly engulfs her and warms her skin. Her nipples harden under the fabric.
He won’t mind, she thinks, buttoning it up and padding back over to his bed.
She’s not sure what she’ll do tomorrow, but for now, surrounded by the smell and feel of Angel’s things, and assured by his nearby presence, she feels safe again.
Her eyes drift close and she falls asleep easily, fingers curling around his pillow.
~~end~~
Author: Samsom
Summary: Feeling safe could be as simple as a warm shirt from the dryer.
Notes: Set during Room w/ a Vu, I wrote this a while back based on a prompt by damnskippytoo...a warm shirt from the dryer...Cordelia and Angel. Vaguely shippy.
~~
Cordelia puts the plate down on the floor next to Angel’s bed, licking a trace of peanut butter from her finger and burping discreetly.
She peeks over at the Angel-shaped lump lying on the couch in the other room. He hasn’t moved in an hour, since he pulled the covers over his head after making her a quick dinner of eggs and toast.
Maybe she was a little bit pushier than she had to be when she barged in earlier, but since it was an emergency it couldn’t be helped, and she knew when she explained that Angel wouldn’t mind.
Well, he would, but it wasn’t like he’d die from it.
She puts her head back against the wall behind his bed and sighs.
She misses her room. Her closet full of clothes and perfumes and makeup.
She misses money and all the security that came with it.
She misses feeling safe.
The last few months in LA have taught her more than she ever wanted to learn about herself and she shies from the memory of what she was willing to compromise to get that security back, before she realized Russell Winters was a vampire.
She never thought she’d find herself seeking refuge with yet another vampire, especially one that had tried to kill her and everyone she knew less than two years ago, but life is full of strange twists, isn’t it?
In the half dark of Angel’s apartment, with the sound of the dryer going in the background, she breathes easier than she has in months.
When the dryer stops she pushes the covers aside and pads over to the corner bare foot, liking the feel of the cool tile on her sensitive skin.
The scent of dryer sheets wafts out with the heat when she pulls the lid open, and she reaches in and pulls out the first thing she grabs.
Angel’s shirt, warm and smelling springtime fresh.
She must have mixed it into her laundry when she loaded the washer.
Without thinking she shrugs off her worn t-shirt and slips it on, loving the way it instantly engulfs her and warms her skin. Her nipples harden under the fabric.
He won’t mind, she thinks, buttoning it up and padding back over to his bed.
She’s not sure what she’ll do tomorrow, but for now, surrounded by the smell and feel of Angel’s things, and assured by his nearby presence, she feels safe again.
Her eyes drift close and she falls asleep easily, fingers curling around his pillow.
~~end~~