Aquadisiac 7

[judyku]

Title: Aquadisiac
Author: Judyku
Email: Miss_Incognito4@live.co.uk
Rating: NC-17
Category: Smallville/Angel crossover
Genre: Humour/Romance
Summary: A random kiss from a pretty brunette leads to romance, demon auctions, and ugly gray blobby things.
Pairing: Cordelia Chase/Arthur Curry
Disclaimer: I own nixies
Distribution: Here, AO3, and anyplace else that will accept this.

She knew she looked pretty damn ridiculous, what with Angel's jacket being three times her size, which meant that even buttoned, didn't come to covering her cleavage. Then there was her hair, her very crowning glory that was now between damp and dry, so she just knew it was gonna end up doing its own thing until it could be fixed.

Fortunately, Cordelia inwardly smirked, its own thing was just the right side of wavy and she mentally thanked what the good lord gave her.

Arthur Curry was in her good books and yeah, she was gonna go all out to impress. She figured she wouldn't have to do much if his year long celibacy was anything to go by, though why he'd been single for that long was totally beyond her.

She saw Angel about to follow her and AC up to her apartment when she stopped him with an arched brow, which got the response of an eye roll.

Oh yeah, the vampire was no slouch when it came to romance.

"Your friend." Angel addressed the swimmer. "She'll wipe my stuff off their computers?"

AC nodded. "No worries on that score, dude. Chloe's a pro with the technology. There won't be a trace of you on the database."

"And for that we can all be grateful, right Angel? Now say goodnight."

Cordelia got another eye roll. "Right. Grateful."

Silence reigned as the seer waited for Angel to go away, while Angel waited for something that would give him an excuse to hurt to AC, who stood there enjoying the other two.

"Okay, night." She hinted yet again. "Thanks for the ride home." Hint.

The vampire rocked on his heels and still didn't move, choosing instead to glare at AC.

Okay, enough was enough.

"Excuse us." Cordelia smiled at AC before she dragged her boss a few feet away. "Look I'm gonna say this once, so listen up. My last boyfriend was Xander freaking Harris, so give me a break! He's first guy in weeks who's thrown a little substance my way. Doyle doesn't count cos he didn't have the decency to tell he was half demon."

Angel's glower softened a tad. "Cordy..."

"No. No Cordy. I might, and get this, might actually like him. Yeah, yeah I know it's probably nothing to your forbidden fruit, but just this once I'm asking for the big brother vibe to take a back seat."

"That's probably where he wants you." Was the muttered response.

"So what if he does?" Cordelia demanded. "I'm a big girl, Angel, and if he tries any funny business, Dennis can kick his ass. Besides, you don't like it when I stick it to her royal fightiness."

His glower returned and she knew she'd made her point. "Okay, but if..."

"I know. And thanks for the swoop and rescue thing."

Angel went to walk to his car, but paused. "Sixty thousand."

Her tone was nowhere near as wistful as his. "Tell me about. Who'da thought people could be so cheap and the opening bid? Four thousand. Four measly thousand! Talk about salt in the wound. Sheesh."

"I'd have at least opened at five."

Cordelia sneered and he chuckled, so pleased with his sense of humour. "Call me if you need me, 'kay?"

Angel nodded and with a simple brief wave, he was in his car and driving off, leaving her alone with AC.

XXX

"Everything kosher?" The swimmer asked as he followed her into the apartment block to start the trek up the stairs.

"Yeah, that was just Angel being Angel. He'll get over it." Cordelia stated and came to a stop. "Dennis, can you let us in? My purse is still at the office."

"Maybe he's out." AC suggested when the door didn't open.

She knocked loudly. "Sorry. He's a little bit shy with new people. Dennis! It's alright. It's just Arthur. Introduce yourself."

The swimmer grunted when her elbow collided with his gut. "Uh, hey there." He said with every effort to sound as friendly as possible.

The door still didn't open.

"If you don't let us in, I'll play Britney Spears greatest hits for whole week. Including the music videos."

A lock was undone, a chain slid across, and the door creaked open a little.

Cordelia nodded, satisfied her threat worked. "Thank you, Dennis. Come on in. Make yourself at home."

AC closed the door behind him. "So Dennis. How long have lived with Cordy?" The dude must be really shy if he wasn't answering.

"Only a few months. Doyle introduced us when he found me the apartment. Rent control makes life so much better." She paused. "Have you been watching the horror channel again? Cos you know that gives you nightmares."

Silence again and AC turned around, finally noticing the only occupants of the room were Cordelia and himself. It was somewhat worrying. "Err... Cor? I don't think there's anyone here..."

"I told you he's just a little shy. Now, you two get acquainted while I go get a cleaned up. I'll be right back. Dennis, be a dear and open that bottle of wine. Lord knows I need it after today."

He watched her hurry into what he gathered was her bedroom and shook his head. He was about to seriously question her sanity when noises were heard in the kitchen.

Noises that freakishly sounded like a bottle of wine being opened.

AC warily inched towards the room, then froze at the sight of a bottle of rose hovering in mid air. He squeezed his eyes shut and opened them, fully expecting to not see wine playing Clark, but no. It was still there and the liquid was now being poured into a glass.

"Oh, before I forget." Cordelia's voice made him jump out of his skin. "Dennis is a G H O S T, but don't use that word. He's very sensitive. The bathroom's through there if you need to soak or whatever it is you do."

He slowly nodded and the bottle gestured toward himself in a manner that was obviously asking if he wanted any. He slowly nodded again. "Yes. Yes, I will. Thank you, uh, Dennis."

Another glass was filled, which then made its floaty way in his direction. AC took it without hesitation and a good, hearty gulp didn't detract from the fact he'd just been served by a ghost.

He didn't know what else to say. "So, the horror channel?"

It was almost amusing to feel cold air rush past him in a terrified way and he felt himself grin as he sat in one of chairs at the table. "Dude, I hear ya. I guess something pretty evil happened to you, huh?"

A stuffed animal popped up in front of him, its head pushed up and down in a nod.

"I've dealt some pretty hairy crap in my time. Fishy crap, too, so trust me when I say I can imagine." AC took a drink. "You seem have it pretty good now."

Again the furry head nodded before it pointed towards himself.

"I'd make more sense if I showed you." He scratched his head. "Hell, I don't even make sense to me sometimes, but Cordy doesn't seem to mind."

A photo of Cordelia joined them at the table and he watched the stuffed animal give what he gathered to be a kiss to the photograph before the animal pointed his way.

It seemed to AC that his intentions were being questioned by a ghost, a fact would probably have sent a more normal dude screaming for the hills. "She's a total babe, Dennis. A feisty babe at that. If I tell you a secret, but you have to keep ssh."

He glanced over his shoulder to make sure the coast was clear. "I'm gonna marry her. Remember ssh. She'll run a mile if she finds out and that's after I get a lecture on the finer points of time biding." Fingers were put to lips and the animal nodded.

"You gonna give me a tour of your place? You know, while we wait for Cordy."

The animal went flying out the kitchen, leaving AC to follow at a pace that allowed him to take in the apartment. It was warm and he didn't mean in the thermostat sense. There was a lot of love in here, that much he could tell.

Pictures of Cordelia, Angel, Cordelia and Angel, and a dark haired man who he knew to be Doyle. He kinda got the idea there mighta been a thing between Cordelia and Doyle, so it was out of total respect for a dude who had fought the good fight when AC spoke quietly.

"She's in good hands, bro."

A tap on his shoulder made him look at the animal and he watched, half amused, as it bounced a little.

"Dennis. Remember that thing we talked about? You know, about you being dead and all does not give you total control over the AC." She paused. "Remind me never to use that saying again. It's enough to give me shivers and not in a good way."

AC rolled his eyes. "Very funny, dude."

If the toy's actions were any indication, Dennis certainly thought so. A second or two later, he watched the animal set itself down in front of a wall, from where it didn't move.

Cordelia came out of her room and looked at the wall suspiciously. "I will get round to buying you some finger paints for your wall."

She must have read the curiosity on his face as she sighed and went to stand in front of the wall. "Final resting place of Dennis Pearson. He should be allowed to decorate it, don't you think? Make it just the way he wants."

AC sucked in breath that he was forced to swallow as the implication became clear. Without thinking, he reached out to touch the wall. "I'll get you a poster of Pamela."

"You'll do no such thing! I won't have my G H O S T corrupted."

He staged a whisper. "She doesn't have to know."

"I'll know." Cordelia said. "Believe me. I can smell soft core porn a mile away. A year of dating Xander Harris will do that to a girl."

AC simply smiled for a moment, knowing he was gonna buy a poster anyway and she would love him for it. He also knew what else she would love, but whether or not she would come with him was a different matter.

There was only one way to find out.

"Cor?"

She looked at him questioningly.

"Can I take you home?"

Cordelia was silent for a second or two. "When you say home, you don't happen to mean a big mansion in Beverly Hills, do you?" And the hope in her voice made him chuckle.

His drink was put down next to Dennis stuffed bear, his hand now curled round her arm, that tensed beneath his touch. He loosened his grip in a way that let her know nothing she didn't want would happen.

A blush brought a light rosy hue to her tanned cheeks. "I've never had anyone over in, well, ever actually."

Reading between the lines was something to get used too, AC realised. "We'll go slow." Very, very slow.

A pink tongue left her lips shiny and his breathing became a little harsher, a little deeper, the look in his eye said slow wouldn't last long at all.

He trailed up her arm, her lashes fluttered slightly as her own breath hitched in her throat. He moved higher and his palm opened wide, his thumb casually brushed against her jaw while her hair tickled his fingertips. She made a delicious little noise that went straight to his cock.

"Will you come home with me, Cordelia, huh?" AC murmured, not once taking his gaze from hers.

She nodded.

XXX

The night was warm, almost too warm, and the sea salt was strong on a subtle summer breeze. Maybe that because they far away from traffic and downtown L.A, maybe it was AC himself.

Either way it didn't matter because she was too busy wondering where they were going. He wouldn't tell more than "It's a surprise." or "Trust me"

All the way to the beach, she'd been away he didn't break contact except for that really odd trip to the drugstore. The condoms she understood, but the lubrication? When asked, all he'd said yet again was "Trust me."

Cordelia truly thought demanding to know, but she somehow figured it wasn't something he wanted her to know beforehand. Maybe it was the reason why he'd been single for so long.

She once heard sex in water wasn't recommended as natural arousal got washed away, therefore making such an endeavour impossible.

Her eyes widened.

Of course AC would need the lube, what with being a salty meta-human.

Chilly dry sand met her toes and she looked down to see the fake jewels on her sandals sparkle in the moonlight. How weird it was to find out for herself that a good man could be found on the streets Los Angeles and weirder still that he seemed to actually get her, that he saw past walls she put up and liked her snappy self.

Those weren't the reasons why she was going with him, nor was it the fact he was the only guy to give her a second glance in months. It was how he saw beyond the surface of, it seemed, everything and everyone, like the way he had with Angel.

AC never saw a vampire, he just saw someone whose ear was on fire and he helped, no questions asked. He just helped like it was second nature and that had to be worth something.

No, that was worth something, even if it was simply giving him a chance.

"Hurry up."

Cordelia glanced up from her shoes to see AC was already at the shore and rolled her eyes, but for once did as told. "Where are we gonna put our clothes?"

His beaming smile turned upside down as he grumbled. "See? This is why I don't wear any." He thought for a moment. "We'll stash em and get em when we come back."

Stash them?

"Stash them where exactly? Cos I'm not seeing any coat rooms."

Then those infernal words were spoken again. "Trust me."

She shot him a look of partial annoyance. "You and your trust."

The beaming smile returned as he stood there, waiting. "Well? You gonna strip or chicken out?"

Cordelia arched a brow as she reached behind her to untie the halter dress and shivered when the breeze kissed her skin when it fell to the sand. Sandals were slipped off and she was left, in a simple string bikini he'd picked out.

What the hell was his motto? To perv and protect?

AC gathered up her stuff and ran to a small cave now turned closet and she really, really hoped no-one discovered them. She was not up for dealing with the humiliation of being caught practically skinny dipping.

She smirked a little as she faced the Pacific, waited a moment before she broke into a sprint. "Race you!" She yelled, shrieking at the cool temperature of water as it splashed up against her legs.

"Hey!"

Footsteps were right behind her, so she dove head first into the surf and swam as fast as she could. A hand on her ankle made her pull her legs as she surfaced, but there was no sign of AC.

"Oh, please. This is one of the oldest tricks in the book. So not falling for it." Cordelia tread water, eyes scanned for any ripples other than the ones made by her.

He surfaced less than a foot in front of her. "If I did that, would you have completely trusted me?"

"No." She replied softly. "I wouldn't."

AC smiled knowingly. "Exactly. I wouldn't have brought you into my home if I was gonna scare you. Been too much of that today."

Cordelia snorted. "Ain't that the truth. So, where are we going again? I forgot."

"Nice try. C'mere."

She swallowed as he tugged her forward. "This is where I trust you, right?"

"Breathe when I kiss you, Cor."

XXX

His mouth covered hers, tongue hot, teasing, slow just like he said. Lips were cool and wet, salted more now and no less good. His hands were steady, palms and fingers moved up her spine, down, soothed, relaxed. His arms were like before when they wrapped round her, yet stronger somehow and she knew she would need to hold on.

"Legs, babe. That's it. Lock em round me nice n tight."

Then she crushed right against his chest, her cold hard nipples sensitive to his contoured torso and oh. Oh God.

He was taking her under and she only just remembered to breathe, like he said. The water covered her face as she went down with him, grabbing on for dear life, terrified and thrilled all at the same time.

Her moan was swallowed by his mouth and she inhaled when he exhaled, the motion pulled him up as it pushed her down and she felt him right there between her legs. Hard, thick, long and totally naked.

Cordelia let her eyes open to see his already focused on her and even under the darkened water, she read the lust and her body responded. Arms tightened as AC moved them slow, always slow, his hips rocked, putting too little pressure where she wanted it.

He swam a bit faster now and she concentrated on breathing through him. In and out, push and pull, ebb and flow. She copied him, but more, harder, made him grunt into her mouth and Christ, the ocean rippled in retaliation.

Her thighs squeezed him good, used her muscles to gain leverage enough to get anything as long as it was more. It worked, oh God it worked. The full feel of his shaft hard right up against her pussy made her throb and burn.

Five thick deliciously roughened fingers flexed on her ass, slipped round to slide down to untie bikini briefs, let them float away on the tidal whims. He brought them to the surface just in time to hear her beg.

"Please, please."

AC shut her up with a kiss, chased her tongue with his, a mirror image of what he did with fingers and cock. He lifted her and her eyes went wide with the sensations of friction and pressure.

"Wanna fuck you." Blunt teeth nipped her lower pout, licked it clean of ocean. "Wanna spread your legs. Use my tongue to taste how wet you are."

Her swollen cunt opened up, those juiced up lips gloved him and oh hell, the goddamn friction. One look at his face said he felt what his words did to her.

His jaw clenched, green eyes almost black with pupils dilated with arousal as he practically screwed her, fingers from behind and yess. Cordelia felt him broad and hard, pushing his naughty digits out so he could get in.

Her entire body thrummed, throbs of orgasm coiled deep her stomach, building, her hips driving him on. "Oh God, AC, right there. Just there." He rode her good, not stopping until her entire body went rigid.

"Gotta put it in, Cor. Lemme put it in. I'll be gentle. Go slow." AC rocked his hips softly forwards, hissed when the head of his cock found that sweet little entrance of hers. It wouldn't take much to get in there, not when she was so damn wet, but it wouldn't be comfortable for her.

Not here, not in the water.

He didn't need to tell her what to do this time. She kissed him first and this time, there was nothing to fear when he took her under, and this time there no urgency.

He swam languidly, close enough to the surface for moonlight and the ability to see his face. AC held her gaze all the way while a hand, that hand, stroked her spine.

Cordelia wondered how fast he could actually swim, then decided it didn't matter right then and there. She'd find out soon enough.

A few minutes passed and she found herself carried to the shore, still secure, her legs still locked at the ankles, and still halfway to screwing in the middle of who knew where.

AC laid her down and all romantic pretenses vanished. His eyes smouldered, those damn hands pushed her thighs flat, a breeze kissed her as she was opened just for him.

"Like that, Cor." He murmured. "Keep em like that. Nice."

Cordelia replaced his hold with hers, keeping her legs how he wanted them. She didn't have to wait long and a whimper escaped at the feel of two fingers tracing the swollen lips of her pussy, thumbs brushed her clit and her eyes fell shut.

Those very same digits rimmed her entrance before he pushed in, the sudden shock went straight to her brain and made her moan. He pushed in higher, harder, curled his fingers up, pressure increased and her hips rose off the wet sand.

"You're fucking soaked, you know that? Look." AC held up his hand, his lips furled into a wide ass grin when a flush covered her cheeks as the moonlight glistened off his skin.

She watched, transfixed, as he used her cum to lube up his own cock and she felt a clench deep inside. "Condoms?"

He paused, that arrogant grin of his quickly fading. "I may have left them in L.A." Along with the lube, but given how ready she was, that was neither here nor there.

"WHAT?"

"Oops?!"

The End :-D

XXX

Epilogue...

"I got four boxes. I told you I did."

"You can't be trusted. Need I remind you of what happened last time?"

"A dude makes one mistake. One! And he never lives it down."

Snort. "I know. You lived it up all the way back home."

"How about I ask Impulse if he'll drop em off before we get there?"

"Oh no. You leave that big mouth out of our sex life or there will be no sex life. Ever."

"Aww, you don't mean that... Okay, so maybe you do... I love you."

"Don't use that on me, Waterboy. It won't wash. I'll never trust you with this ever again."

"You two do realise we're on open comm, right?"