FIC: Aftermath of A Vision, Cordelia/Angel
Title: Aftermath of a Vision
Author: aaronlisa
Rating: FR13
Pairing/Characters: Angel/Cordelia Chase
Disclaimer: Angel belongs to Joss Whedon and company.
Prompts: written for the Cordelia round at hetfic_minis for xlivvielockex who wanted the pairing along with music, clean sheets and vision.
Notes: Set during Season One after Doyle’s given Cordelia the visions.
Summary: Angel takes care of Cordelia after a vision.
Word Count: 664
The visions always take so much out of her, even when they’re not about Angel. After one, Cordelia always feels like she’s been run over by a huge truck and that there is a freight train racing in her brain. Some of the visions are worse than others and this one seems to everything out of her so Angel had taken her downstairs to his apartment to recuperate.
His voice is soft as he talks on the phone, no doubt informing and trying to convince Giles of the impending disaster that’s about to make its way to Sunnydale yet again. She’s not really listening to his conversation as she shifts so that she’s more comfortable in the center of his bed. Cordelia inhales the clean scent of the soft and slightly worn sheets, when she had been younger, she would have pegged Angel for the silk and satin set when it came to his sheets. However, she’s pleasantly surprised to discover that she was wrong and that he prefers the simplicity of the soft cotton.
At some point in her musing about Angel’s sheets, she must have drifted off to sleep because when she next opens her eyes, the room is darker and soft music is playing on the stereo. She still hurts but it’s not as bad as it was earlier when she had almost collapsed in the office. She smiles in the near darkness and thinks that if she didn’t know better, she’d be forced to suspect Angel of trying to seduce. However, she does know better and Cordelia is well aware that his heart still currently resides in Sunnydale with Buffy Summers.
That particular thought makes her sigh as she sits up, Buffy’s miles and miles away yet she still manages to win the guy. It doesn’t seem fair, but it is what it is and Cordelia’s too worn out from her vision to really do something about it.
When his voice interrupts her thoughts it’s gentle and calming.
“You’re awake.”
“Yeah,” Cordelia replies with a yawn.
“Did you want to go back to your place?”
She’s unsure of how to reply that she’d rather stay in his bed forever with it’s clean and soft sheets and this sense of intimacy with him than go back to her empty and dumpy apartment.
“You can stay if you want,” Angel offers.
“If it’s no trouble.”
“None at all,” Angel replies as he sits at the foot of the bed, “Hungry?”
“Not really.”
They fall into a comfortable silence, one that she wouldn’t have thought possible back in Sunnydale. But then again they’re not really those people anymore. The past few months have changed them.
Angel moves closer to her and she holds her breath, uncertain of what to do or how to respond. She wants to so much to kiss him but at the same time she’s afraid. For all she knows he’s just getting comfortable on the bed and she’s afraid of ruining their friendship because of her stupid hormones. And she can’t help but feel nervous and very much unsure of herself. If it was anyone else, she would have thrown herself at him. If it was anyone but Angel, she’d be straddled in his lap taking what she so desperately wants. But it’s Angel and she doesn’t want to mess everything up.
She exhales when he moves so that he’s sitting beside her with his back against the headboard. His hand rests lightly on her hand and he squeezes it gently. Cordelia realizes in that moment that he’s as unsure as she about everything and she sighs as she rests his head against his shoulder. She wants more but she’s still feeling too raw from the after effects of the vision, and right now she’s content with what they’re sharing.
He shifts so his arm wraps around her and he pulls her closer to him. This is perfect this moment between them and she hopes that it never ends.
**END**
Author: aaronlisa
Rating: FR13
Pairing/Characters: Angel/Cordelia Chase
Disclaimer: Angel belongs to Joss Whedon and company.
Prompts: written for the Cordelia round at hetfic_minis for xlivvielockex who wanted the pairing along with music, clean sheets and vision.
Notes: Set during Season One after Doyle’s given Cordelia the visions.
Summary: Angel takes care of Cordelia after a vision.
Word Count: 664
The visions always take so much out of her, even when they’re not about Angel. After one, Cordelia always feels like she’s been run over by a huge truck and that there is a freight train racing in her brain. Some of the visions are worse than others and this one seems to everything out of her so Angel had taken her downstairs to his apartment to recuperate.
His voice is soft as he talks on the phone, no doubt informing and trying to convince Giles of the impending disaster that’s about to make its way to Sunnydale yet again. She’s not really listening to his conversation as she shifts so that she’s more comfortable in the center of his bed. Cordelia inhales the clean scent of the soft and slightly worn sheets, when she had been younger, she would have pegged Angel for the silk and satin set when it came to his sheets. However, she’s pleasantly surprised to discover that she was wrong and that he prefers the simplicity of the soft cotton.
At some point in her musing about Angel’s sheets, she must have drifted off to sleep because when she next opens her eyes, the room is darker and soft music is playing on the stereo. She still hurts but it’s not as bad as it was earlier when she had almost collapsed in the office. She smiles in the near darkness and thinks that if she didn’t know better, she’d be forced to suspect Angel of trying to seduce. However, she does know better and Cordelia is well aware that his heart still currently resides in Sunnydale with Buffy Summers.
That particular thought makes her sigh as she sits up, Buffy’s miles and miles away yet she still manages to win the guy. It doesn’t seem fair, but it is what it is and Cordelia’s too worn out from her vision to really do something about it.
When his voice interrupts her thoughts it’s gentle and calming.
“You’re awake.”
“Yeah,” Cordelia replies with a yawn.
“Did you want to go back to your place?”
She’s unsure of how to reply that she’d rather stay in his bed forever with it’s clean and soft sheets and this sense of intimacy with him than go back to her empty and dumpy apartment.
“You can stay if you want,” Angel offers.
“If it’s no trouble.”
“None at all,” Angel replies as he sits at the foot of the bed, “Hungry?”
“Not really.”
They fall into a comfortable silence, one that she wouldn’t have thought possible back in Sunnydale. But then again they’re not really those people anymore. The past few months have changed them.
Angel moves closer to her and she holds her breath, uncertain of what to do or how to respond. She wants to so much to kiss him but at the same time she’s afraid. For all she knows he’s just getting comfortable on the bed and she’s afraid of ruining their friendship because of her stupid hormones. And she can’t help but feel nervous and very much unsure of herself. If it was anyone else, she would have thrown herself at him. If it was anyone but Angel, she’d be straddled in his lap taking what she so desperately wants. But it’s Angel and she doesn’t want to mess everything up.
She exhales when he moves so that he’s sitting beside her with his back against the headboard. His hand rests lightly on her hand and he squeezes it gently. Cordelia realizes in that moment that he’s as unsure as she about everything and she sighs as she rests his head against his shoulder. She wants more but she’s still feeling too raw from the after effects of the vision, and right now she’s content with what they’re sharing.
He shifts so his arm wraps around her and he pulls her closer to him. This is perfect this moment between them and she hopes that it never ends.
**END**