Six hours. That's how long we spent shopping, six agonizing hours. The only good part was bein' able to pick out a few things for Cor to wear out tonight. Cordelia in leather? Now that was a thought to keep a slayer happy at night, if you know what I'm sayin'. Even let Cor pick out a few things for me, some girly looking shit. I tried them on just to make her happy, but I didn't buy any of it. Cause when the hell would I ever wear that crap? Maybe one day I'd let her dress me, but she'd have to get really lucky...and for her to get that lucky, I'd have to get lucky, dig?
We had to take a cab home, because we had way too much stuff to lug back onto the bus. We both had so many new clothes it took us forever just to load them all up into the back of the taxi.
When we got home, we went to our own bedrooms for awhile. Unpacking new clothes and shit. But before long I noticed how late it had gotten. Time to go out and have some fun.
"Hey Cor?" I asked, peeking my head in through her open door.
I grinned at her, taking in all of her through dark eyes. Was that like the Cordy version of Thank you? Hey, least it was better than mine, I didn't really do the whole apology thing.
"Hey, it's not like I got anything better to do." My eyes flashed at her in amusement, as I clinked my shot of whiskey against hers and then we both quicky took the shot.
The whiskey burned my throat something wicked as it went down. But damn, it felt good to just relax for a night. Without thinkin' about it, I grabbed the other shot glass and quickly took that one too.
The rest of the night pretty much went on the same way. We got shot after shot, and danced song after song. By the end of the night we were dancing much closer, and I was suddenly psyched that my tolerance was so high. I wouldn't want to be Cordelia tomorow morning.
The song ended, and I stepped away from Cordelia and looked into her face. "This scene's pretty beat. Wanna bail?" I asked, impulsively grabbing her hand.
By the end of that last song I was pretty buzzed, teetering in heels that had seemed a good idea earlier this afternoon.
I wanted to party more - hell, drink more - but more than anything, I wanted to get home. Home. Wow, that was weird... Thinking of that place as home. I'd never had anywhere that nice for a long time, not since the IRS got all huffy, anyway.
I let Faith take my hand and grinned, "Upward and onward. Or something." Was I drunk?! Eww. There's nothing worse than drunk me. I forget what I'm saying, I-- Wait, that's not actually much different to sober-Cordy.
She led me up the stairs from the dancefloor and I yanked her backwards a second, tottering towards the bar and offering the guy behind it a fifty for a nice bottle of that JD Faith liked so much
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Clutching the JD in one hand, I held Cordelia's with my other as we tried to get a cab. Damn taxis they're all the same everywhere. None of them even slowed for us, and then they all seemed to be gone.
"You are fun. Just full of surprises." Nothin' I liked more than surprises. And I Definitely used to think Cor was a stuck up tightass with no sense of fun.
"Looks like were walkin'." I said, smirking at her.
Cor was three sheets to the wind, for real. It was wierd because she was fun, and we were fun and this was fun. And fuck, maybe I was a little drunker than I thought.
Pulling Cordy down an alleyway I kept an open eye for more commando types. Angel better not fuck with us again or he might just end up meeting the pointy end of my stake.
"Full of surprises, that's me." I nodded, grinning. I was starting to think that these shoes - while way up high on the pretty-o-meter - were just not built for walking.
I didn't grumble, though. No pain, no gain was always my motto when it came to fashion.
I picked my steps carefully, trying my damndest not to fall over, when Faith dragged me into an alley.
I guess it made sense, not walking around in broad nightlight or whatever. But when the homeless guy stepped out from behind a doorway? I screamed loud enough to wake the dead.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. And then I laughed. The homeless guy muttered something about crazy girls and I looked at Faith, shaking my head. "Something about alleyways, I guess..." I muttered, clutching her hand just that little bit tighter.
I snickered when Cordy screamed at the homeless guy. Girl was wicked jumpy tonight. Well, I guess we were both wicked jumpy in general.
"Don't worry." I smiled at her, and squeezed her hand slightly. "I got your back." I was hoping that might make her relax a little bit. But at this point I think she knew I had her back, and she had mine. Hey, she was the glowy chick that saved my ass from those commandos.
Speaking of, I'd really like to pay Soul Boy back for those broken ribs.
I looked into Cor's face and saw the way she was looking at me, it got me all fired up. Damn, didn't I say I wasn't gonna let her do that to me? Impulsively I pulled her closer to me with my hand and pressed my lips to hers.
Waiting to get slapped.....any second now. Let's hope she didn't pull out her glowy trick.
"I got your back." Four words. Four tiny little words that seemed so little but meant so much.
I looked up at her when she said that, not sure how to reply. I had hers too - I could tell her that, but right now? Words were failing me.
Maybe it was the alcohol or the way my heart was pounding in my ears. Maybe it was... Geez, I dunno, but when Faith leaned forward and pressed her lips on mine? I let her.
I didn't pull away, I didn't go glowy on her ass... I could have done a lot of things and instead? I kissed her back.
This was exactly why I dug Cordy so much. One minute I think I got her pegged and the next minute she's surprising me. Nothing gets me more than someone whose just full of surprises.
I let go of her hand, and gently wrapped both arms around her, parting her lips with my tongue I let my tongue wander into her mouth, exploring. She was kissing me back, and it was driving me wild.
I wanted to rip all of her clothes off right here and now, and as much as I've had no problem gettin' down and dirty in an alley way before, somehow I didn't think it was C's style.
"Let's go home." I whispered, pulling away from her slightly, my hand going back to her's. Yes, lets go home where there's a bed...
My mind was in a whirl when we started walking again, my lips practically buzzing. Me, Cordelia Chase, boy-slayer... I had just kissed Faith, she of the once evil variety and--
Oh my God.
I could taste her, her lips. Fire. Oh God. And now we were heading home for what I could only assume was more of said lips. And kissing. And stuff.
Did I mention oh my God? Before I could question it, before I could turn round and start asking the how's and the why's and the rest of it? I pulled Faith closer again, slipped my hand up and around her neck... And kissed her, harder this time.
"We really need a cab." I whispered against her lips, just seconds later. "Like, now."
Nodding at Cordelia, my lips still inches from her's I grabbed her hand again, for like the third time. She wanted me, oh she wanted me bad, and I wanted her too. Fuck, she was nothing like Buffy, she had the guts to admit it.
Pulling her back towards the street on the other end of the alley, I saw some dude getting into a cab. Grabbing his arm and yanking him back I pushed Cordelia into the backseat and sat beside her.
"Sorry buddy, looks like you'll have to grab the next one." I said to the angry man who was still yelling from the sidewalk.
We had to take a cab home, because we had way too much stuff to lug back onto the bus. We both had so many new clothes it took us forever just to load them all up into the back of the taxi.
When we got home, we went to our own bedrooms for awhile. Unpacking new clothes and shit. But before long I noticed how late it had gotten. Time to go out and have some fun.
"Hey Cor?" I asked, peeking my head in through her open door.
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"Hey, it's not like I got anything better to do." My eyes flashed at her in amusement, as I clinked my shot of whiskey against hers and then we both quicky took the shot.
The whiskey burned my throat something wicked as it went down. But damn, it felt good to just relax for a night. Without thinkin' about it, I grabbed the other shot glass and quickly took that one too.
The rest of the night pretty much went on the same way. We got shot after shot, and danced song after song. By the end of the night we were dancing much closer, and I was suddenly psyched that my tolerance was so high. I wouldn't want to be Cordelia tomorow morning.
The song ended, and I stepped away from Cordelia and looked into her face.
"This scene's pretty beat. Wanna bail?" I asked, impulsively grabbing her hand.
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I wanted to party more - hell, drink more - but more than anything, I wanted to get home. Home. Wow, that was weird... Thinking of that place as home. I'd never had anywhere that nice for a long time, not since the IRS got all huffy, anyway.
I let Faith take my hand and grinned, "Upward and onward. Or something." Was I drunk?! Eww. There's nothing worse than drunk me. I forget what I'm saying, I-- Wait, that's not actually much different to sober-Cordy.
She led me up the stairs from the dancefloor and I yanked her backwards a second, tottering towards the bar and offering the guy behind it a fifty for a nice bottle of that JD Faith liked so much ( ... )
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"You are fun. Just full of surprises." Nothin' I liked more than surprises. And I Definitely used to think Cor was a stuck up tightass with no sense of fun.
"Looks like were walkin'." I said, smirking at her.
Cor was three sheets to the wind, for real. It was wierd because she was fun, and we were fun and this was fun. And fuck, maybe I was a little drunker than I thought.
Pulling Cordy down an alleyway I kept an open eye for more commando types. Angel better not fuck with us again or he might just end up meeting the pointy end of my stake.
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I didn't grumble, though. No pain, no gain was always my motto when it came to fashion.
I picked my steps carefully, trying my damndest not to fall over, when Faith dragged me into an alley.
I guess it made sense, not walking around in broad nightlight or whatever. But when the homeless guy stepped out from behind a doorway? I screamed loud enough to wake the dead.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. And then I laughed. The homeless guy muttered something about crazy girls and I looked at Faith, shaking my head. "Something about alleyways, I guess..." I muttered, clutching her hand just that little bit tighter.
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"Don't worry." I smiled at her, and squeezed her hand slightly. "I got your back." I was hoping that might make her relax a little bit. But at this point I think she knew I had her back, and she had mine. Hey, she was the glowy chick that saved my ass from those commandos.
Speaking of, I'd really like to pay Soul Boy back for those broken ribs.
I looked into Cor's face and saw the way she was looking at me, it got me all fired up. Damn, didn't I say I wasn't gonna let her do that to me? Impulsively I pulled her closer to me with my hand and pressed my lips to hers.
Waiting to get slapped.....any second now. Let's hope she didn't pull out her glowy trick.
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I looked up at her when she said that, not sure how to reply. I had hers too - I could tell her that, but right now? Words were failing me.
Maybe it was the alcohol or the way my heart was pounding in my ears. Maybe it was... Geez, I dunno, but when Faith leaned forward and pressed her lips on mine? I let her.
I didn't pull away, I didn't go glowy on her ass... I could have done a lot of things and instead? I kissed her back.
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I let go of her hand, and gently wrapped both arms around her, parting her lips with my tongue I let my tongue wander into her mouth, exploring. She was kissing me back, and it was driving me wild.
I wanted to rip all of her clothes off right here and now, and as much as I've had no problem gettin' down and dirty in an alley way before, somehow I didn't think it was C's style.
"Let's go home." I whispered, pulling away from her slightly, my hand going back to her's. Yes, lets go home where there's a bed...
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My mind was in a whirl when we started walking again, my lips practically buzzing. Me, Cordelia Chase, boy-slayer... I had just kissed Faith, she of the once evil variety and--
Oh my God.
I could taste her, her lips. Fire. Oh God. And now we were heading home for what I could only assume was more of said lips. And kissing. And stuff.
Did I mention oh my God? Before I could question it, before I could turn round and start asking the how's and the why's and the rest of it? I pulled Faith closer again, slipped my hand up and around her neck... And kissed her, harder this time.
"We really need a cab." I whispered against her lips, just seconds later. "Like, now."
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Pulling her back towards the street on the other end of the alley, I saw some dude getting into a cab. Grabbing his arm and yanking him back I pushed Cordelia into the backseat and sat beside her.
"Sorry buddy, looks like you'll have to grab the next one." I said to the angry man who was still yelling from the sidewalk.
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