Rain

Author: Syn
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Distribution: Take it, spread the love.
Notes: Oh baby...this is an answer to Princess Twilite's challenge to write a C/A story where the curse wasn't a problem, oblivous Cordelia makes an appearance, along with nervous Angel, its gotta be funny and smutty all in the same fic. I hope I did that okay. Its certainly smutty in my opinion. Funny? We'll see.

Angel gritted his teeth and swung the blade in a whirling arch that would have taken off her hand had she not rolled out of the way, her back hitting the cold metal of the washer. She glared up at him and he waved the sword, eyebrow arched as he waited for her to climb to her feet. She did so, swinging at him as soon as she was upright. He parried and grabbed her wrist, turning the blade in her fingers so that it threatened her and not him.

Cordelia smiled and kicked his inner thigh, making him wince and let her go. She swung the blade again and he ducked, catching her around the middle and diving with her to the ground. Both swords clattered out of their hands and the little sparring bout was quickly turned into a wrestling match.

Angel straddled her, hands pressing her shoulders to the dirty ground, his face inches from hers. "Give up Chase?"

"Not on your life Dead-boy." She said, eyes glinting, teeth clenched as she brought her feet to his chest and kicked him backward. He landed on his ass and skittered a few feet away, grinning as she launched herself on him with a growl. She pinned him easily, sweat-drenched hair plastered across her cheeks as she smiled down at him. Angel let her hold his hands down as she inched her way up his chest, thighs clenched as she stared into his eyes.

"Give up?" She asked, face dipping to his and her breath mingling with the short puffs he let go from between his lips. With a grin, he released his hands from hers and sat up, letting her slide down his chest to his lap. His hands spread across her sweaty back and he trailed the line of her spine through the little shirt she was wearing. She glared at him, daring him....

And he kissed her, tongue slipping between her lips to taste the sweetness he had imagined tasting for as long as he could remember. She gasped and kissed him back, fingers wrapping themselves in the short, tossled hair at the back of his head, wrenching him closer. Angel crushed himself to her, finding himself getting harder as she ground her hips against his.

Suddenly, she broke away from him and spoke, her tone annoyed and her eyes bewildered. "Angel? Hello?"

Angel blinked and the dream escaped. He looked up from the blade in his hands and Cordelia stared back at him, her hands on his hips. "Huh?" Was all he could choke out as he tried to chase away the fantasy.

"I asked you if you were ready to practice. Geez! You were in dream-world, weren't you?" Cordelia asked, walking over to the little weapon's stand that held their swords. She picked up her lightweight practice blade and twirled it as if she was born with steel in her hands. He watched her with hungry eyes, his lip caught between his teeth as he followed her movements like a predator watches it prey.

He stood in a rush and took the blade from her startled hands. "We're not going to practice today." He said in a stony voice, his mouth pressed to a grim line. She turned puzzled eyes to his and asked in an extremely exasperated voice.

"Why not? Is there something you'd much rather be doing?" Angel was half-tempted to tell her, but he kept his mouth shut, instead opting to push her hair from her face with a gentle hand.

"I just have an errand to run. Will you be here when I get back?" He asked, the idea he'd been sitting on for weeks springing to his mind. He had to do it...this was getting to be too much for him. And he had the blue balls to prove it.

"Yeah. Want me to go with you?" She frowned and brushed past him as she were hurt by his lack of attention. If she only knew....Angel thought as he put the blade down and followed her.

"No. Just, ah...tell everyone to go home, have a night out or something." He stammered, watching the muscles in her back moving as she climbed the stairs.

"And I have to stay here? Why?" She asked, whirling on him with big, angry eyes.

"We've got filing to do and I wanted to do you...do it... the filing! with just us around." Angel said quickly, face hot as he did his own version of blushing. She sighed and nodded her head, opening the door of the basement.

"Fine. I'll stay here and have the fun of filing while everyone else has a rip-roaring good time. Oh will the roller coaster of my life never stop? Oh well, I didn't really want to get all sweaty today anyway." She muttered, escaping into the office as soon as she hit the lobby. Angel watched her go, a smile on his face as he grabbed for his jacket.

Hopefully her night wouldn't be as dull as she thought.

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"See you guys later! Fred! Don't eat too much!" Cordelia called after the gang and laughed as Gunn slung Fred over his shoulder and sprinted out of the hotel and into the rain storm that had blown up. Wesley and Lorne followed them, smirking and laughing over something Gunn had said. Cordelia watched them go, frowning as she looked back down at the pile of casefiles in her hands.

She flipped the first case open and then the next one, a wrinkle forming between her eyebrows as she looked from one to the other. These were all in order. All of them were filed correctly and nothing was out of order. What the hell?

"Angel! You asshole!" She exclaimed, flopping down on the round island sofa, arms crossed over her chest as glared at the door. "When you get home, you are sooo going to get it."

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Angel walked through the hallways of the demon brothel, his eyes bulging as he caught sight of the many, wonderful rooms the brothel hosted. After watching the floaty feather, slow-motion room for five minutes, he finally tore himself away and went to the office in the back of the building. A knock on the door and was beckoned inside by the woman named Anita.

"Back for more?" Anita asked, her long legs stretched across her desk, her fingers tracing the swell of her breasts as she looked him up and down.

"Well, sort of." He stammered and shifted his weight from foot to foot, drops of rain slipping down his cheek as he stood. It was pouring like a beast out there. "I need another potion. For me."

"Your partner doesn't need one?" She asked, eyebrow arching as she took her feet off the desk.

"N-no. I'm not the com-shuking type. Old fashioned guy." He sat down gingerly in the chair she gestured to and tried to block out the sounds of the groaning and the bits of plaster that fell from the ceiling as something thump-thumped against the opposite wall. He told her in a rushed voice what exactly he needed, his eyes shifted back and forth.

"I see. So one potion for the prevention of losing your soul. Gotta say, we don't often get a call for those and its going to be pricey." Anita said, writing down the amount on a piece of paper. She handed it to Angel and his eyes widened.

"What? I could buy a small pony for that amount!" He exclaimed and then quieted down. But then again...he couldn't do the things he wanted with a small pony...well he could but, eww. "Allright. I'll take it."

Anita smiled and answered, standing up witha smile. "I knew you wouldn't say no. Want me to add anything to it?"

"What? Uh...whatever." He muttered, pulling out a fat wad of cash and counting it out. Anita shrugged and walked to her bar, then pulled the potion out of mid-air.

"A little something extra...." She smiled and put in a few drops of her favorite aphrodisiac. If that didn't get him laid, nothing would. "Okay, all ready."

"Thank you." Angel said, seizing the bottle from her grip and throwing the money down on the desk. "Have a nice night."

"I'm sure you will too." Anita laughed at his retreating back and sat down to count her cash. "I'm sure she will too, if you don't get mauled on your way home."

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Cordelia paced the lobby of the Hyperion, her heels clacking on the linoleum as she waited from Angel. She wasn't so mad as she was annoyed and curious. He knew damned well there wasn't any filing to do and yet he'd sent them all out WITHOUT her. She wondered why and as soon as Angel got home, he was toast for lying to her.

She was lost in the number of ways she could maim Angel, when the door was pushed open and Angel fell onto the floor with a crash. A big, hairy, very purple, very wet demon jumped in after him and he shouted a warning.

"Angel!" Cordelia called, running for the weapon's cabinet. She took out a sword and threw it at him; he caught it and cleaning swiped the demon's head off. With a kick, the big, purple body was thrown off him and he stood, wiping at the bright pink blood on his face. "Are you okay?"

Angel ignored her and searched through his soaked coat frantically, hands searching and reaching until a look of relief crossed his features and he turned to her, smile wide. "Hi."

"Hi...what the hell was that?" She asked, gesturing to the dead demon on the floor.

"That? Oh that's a Timoch demon. A female if the fact that she was humping my leg was correct." He answered shortly, stamping his feet and grinning sheepishly. Cordelia's eyes widened and her mouth dropped open.

"Okay....and why was the Timoch demon humping your leg?" She asked, taking the sword from his hands and wiping it off on the demon's dead body.

"I'm incredibly attractive?" He offered, glancing her over, waiting for a response.

"Uh...sure. To a woman perhaps, but a demon? That's scary." Cordy said, tilting her head at him and noticing the strange, goofy smile on his blood splattered face.

"Not as scary as getting humped by one. She followed me all the way home. I don't know why." He said unconvincingly, his hand patting his pocket. He knew perfectly well why she'd followed him and he'd been quick to close the bottle before the added ingrediant wafted to other creatures around him. "Well, lets get her down to the furnace." He said with an aggravated sigh. With a grunt, they picked up both ends and carried her down down to the roaring furnace. Angel tossed the body in and rubbed his hands together. "So? What are you up for?"

Cordelia rolled her eyes and trudged back up the stairs, wondering what the hell had gotten in to him. "Well I thought we were supposed to do some filing, but its already been done! Look at that!" She said, turning on him at the top of the stairs. He winced and shrugged.

"I know. It was just an excuse."

"Excuse for what? To make me miss out on fun night? Cuz, honestly, not a good idea to piss me off." She hissed, her arms folding over her chest as she glared at him.

"I didn't want you to miss the fun, I kinda wanted to..well...you and me....we never spend time alone...and I'm not exactly saying this right..." He stopped and sighed heavily, wiping at his cheek with the back of one hand.

"Saying what right?" Cordy asked, slapping his hands away and wiping at the bright pink blood with the edge of her sleeve. His eyes met hers and she smiled despite her annoyance. The guy could really be cute when he wasn't pissing her off.

"Saying that I want to...you and me...to...umm..." He choked out and stopped, shrugging off his coat. "Is it hot in here, or is it me?"

"Feels fine to me. What do you want to do?" She insisted, taking his coat from him and setting it down on the couch. Her eyes caught sight of a rip in his shirt and blood beneath.

"I...well Cordelia I've been having these..thoughts. Thinking. I've been thinking and that thinking has been about you..." He sighed at the blank look she was giving him and sat down on the couch with a muffled thud. Cordelia sat down next to him and ripped off his shirt with a grunt. "Hey!"

"What? You're hurt..." She said, smiling and letting her hands rest on his stomach.

"Oh, I guess I am." He muttered as she went and got the First Aid kit. When she came back, he was smiling at her in that strange, dorky smile, his foot tapping against the floor of the lobby nervously.

"Are you okay? You're acting all stammery. And you're smiling. Never a good sign."

"I'm just...I, uh...you're really pretty tonight." He offered, mentally smacking himself for his inability to come right out and say what he wanted to say.

"I know." She answered, pressing the bandage and tape down on the big slash on his shoulder.

"No, I mean...beautiful. You're really beautiful. I don't tell you that enough." He said, smiling at her. Her head rose and she smiled back at him warmly, fingers pressed to his skin.

"You're right, you don't. And thank you. I was beginning to think you'd never notice." She answered, sinking back against the couch. Her elbow connected with something solid in the folds of his coat and she frowned.

"Well I have. I've noticed it a lot more than I've let on. You see...." He started, and then leapt for his jacket as she brought the potion bottle out. She raised wide, surprised at him and looked from him to the bottle and back again.

"What is this?"

"I don't know." He said, shrugging his shoulders and reaching for the bottle. She held just out of his reach and glared at him. He picked up his jacket and slung it back over his shoulders, hoping to distract her.

"Its a potion! You went to Anita! You want me to go back to Groo, don't you! That's why you wanted to talk alone! You think I should go back to Pylea and rule there! Well let me tell you, Mister-I-don't-need-a-Seer! I'm staying here and that's that! So don't even think it about it!!" Angel tried to get a word into her rant, but secretly he was more than thrilled. She didn't want to go back to Pylea where she could rule and be a Princess and be with HIM.

"Cordelia...its not for you! Well it is sort of....but I..." He stammered out, and was suddenly aware that something was moving out of the corner of his eye. He pushed Cordelia off the couch and covered her with his body as something big and scaly landed before them.

A big damned demon with large, very woman-like breasts glared down at him and he grimaced, knowing exactly why she was here before she launched herself on him. "Cordy! Help!"

But Cordelia wasn't listening. She had the bottle open, the aphrodisiac swirling out of the bottle and into the air around her. She took a deep breath and licked her lips, then seemed to snap out of it for a moment, her eyes sharp as knives as she glared at him. "Angel! There's something in this potion!"

"No shit! Now get me a sword!" He shouted, hoping that the stain the demon was making on his pants was washable.

She did as she was told, putting the cork back in the bottle with extreme reluctance and running for the weapon's cabinet again. With a grunt, she spun and buried the axe in demon's back. It stopped its rubbing motion and gasped, then collapsed on top of him. Angel kicked it off its scaly body and rolled away.

"My pants..." He moaned, afraid to touch the wet spot on his leg. Beside him, Cordelia dropped the sword and glared at him.

"This potion isn't for me? Its for you, isn't it?" She said through clenched teeth, the axe heavy in her hands. He took the potion from her and grimaced.

"Yes."

"Its for you because you want to go back to Sunnydale, don't you?" She said, sitting heavily on the couch and blinking away the last of the sexual fog around her mind. Angel wanted to hit her right then and there, but he grabbed her shoulders and opened his mouth to speak.

"Run!" He shouted and dragged her out of the way as another demon jumped down from the balcony. She ran up the stairs and followed him to the roof.

"What are you going to do?" She shouted as he pulled her out into the storm, the wind beating her hair back and the rain stinging her face. Her question was answered as the demon, dead on their heels, jumped at Angel and he sidestepped it, letting it fall to the ground four stories below. Cordy winced as it splattered into a big pile of ickiness below them. "I see."

"Well, at least someone finds me attractive." He said bitterly, glaring at her.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked in a huff, pushing her wet hair from her eyes.

"It means this damned potion was for me so that I wouldn't lose my soul when we...if you wanted to make love to me I wouldn't go all no-souled! That's what its supposed to mean!" Angel shouted out at her, his brow furrowed as his best laid plans turned to crap before him. "This DAMNED potion is for you. And me!"

"I get it! I get it!" She said, throwing up her arms and staring at him, eyes wide as he lifted the potion in his fingers and moved to throw it. She grabbed his arm and took the bottle from him. A smile stretched slowly across her face and she pulled him close to her, lips searching for his and finding them all too ready for her.

He kissed her deeply, wondering what the hell was going on. Not that he was about to complain or anything, but her turn-around was so abrupt his head was spinning. He broke off the kiss and smiled down at her.

"So...are you saying yes?" He whispered to her hair, barely audible over the rain. As a reply, she uncorked the bottle and pushed it into his hands, the aphrodisiac swirling away and gripping senses. With a smile, Angel downed it, feeling the flesh of his throat burning as the blue liquid bubbled and spread throughout his body. He shuddered at the ice-coldness and threw the bottle down.

That done, he grabbed her up and kissed her hard once more, taking off his coat and wrapping it around her shoulders. The ledge of the roof called to him and he steered her to it, lifting her hips against his and kissing her so hard she was left gasping for breath.

Her face was pale as lightning flashing above them, her features fragile, yet breathtakingly beautiful as her eyes glowed with passion. Her breasts rose and fell with each frantic breath dragged into her lungs. Her fingers tangled in his hair as her lips parted beneath his and she gently suckled his tongue into the sweet darkness of her mouth.

"The curse?"

His hands pushed themselves impatiently back through the folds of her loose skirt, over slender hips, and the curve of her bottom as he lifted her and then guided her legs about his waist so that his erect flesh, straining through layers of clothes, molded the cleft of her body. He rocked her hips against his, his finger gently bruising as the long-banked fire raged beyond control.

"Taken care of for now. Potion, remember." He laughed and breathed against her lips. He mumbled her name and smiled against her sodden skin. And with that, he pulled the hem of her short dress up over her hips and removed the barrier of his own clothing until her warmth molded his. She was already wet, her body slicking over him with her own hot, rain, as if she had become the storm.

"Just checking..." She muttered as a startled, breathless sound came from her parted lips as his hands clamped over her bare hips. As he lifted her, her slender hand closed around his swollen flesh, guiding him into her. Her slender legs clasped his waist with a fierce strength that matched his own and the storm that exploded the sky above them as he thrust inside her.

Her back arched and her head went back. Lightening sliced the darkness overhead, bathing her features in light. Her expression was both torment and ecstasy. And like the lightning that tore across the sky, she felt the lightning that tore through her flesh, and burned deep inside her.

A wild torrent of joy poured through her, banishing the doubt and fear. She clasped his shoulders, the storm that built within her growing apace with the storm that lashed the rooftop. She gave herself to the dark beast in a mating of passion and flesh. And the cry of pleasure she made to the storm, was primal, like that of a creature finally joined with its true mate. She lay against him, the folds of his coat sheltering them, his flesh still clasped within the tight fist of her body.

She stirred, raising her head. Her eyes were dark, irises like black velvet, completely open, unguarded, fathomless, as if he was looking into the future and the past. She was fragile and light as goose down in his arms, yet warm as a resting first that waits to be rekindled. Her mouth sought his.

"I love you." He whispered as she moved closer in his arms and felt him grow hard once more within her. Her surprised gaze met his, then darkened even more. Her breath caught on a startled gasp of pleasure and wonder as he slowly rocked her hips against him and she felt him press against her belly from the inside.

"I love you." She echoed with a fiece tenderness. She made sound of protest as he eased out of her body and pulled her skirt down. Then he wrapped his coat around her and swept her up in his arms and carried her down from the rooftop of the hotel.

Kicking open the door to his room, he did not carry her to the bed, but instead to the chair in front of the balcony, where he removed the wet coat and laid it on the other chair to dry. Then, going down on one knee, he removed first one of her shoes, then the other, in turn rubbing each foot between his hands.

"I'm not cold." She said as he looked up at her, her fingers loosening the buttons of her shirt. When he stood she took his hand and pressed it against her bare breasts. The darkness of his eyes hardened with desire and his jaw tightened, his voice low and thick.

"No, you aren't." Still, she shivered as he stroked the dusky peak, rolling it beneath his palm until it was taut and hard. Then he bent low over her, his tongue flicking over that distended peak and repeated gruffly, "You definately aren't." He said once more as he suckled it deep into his mouth.

She gasped at the exquisite pleasure that began at her breast, spiraled down through her belly, and was then felt all over again at her womb, an echo of desire that increased in intensity with each tug of his lips. Her hand went back through his hair, clasping him to her as he then pushed back the other side of her her shirt and drew a second aching peak between his teeth.

He pulled the wet fabric back off her shoulders and down the length of each arm. "Undressing you is like peeling a peach." He whispered thickly as her skirt skimmed her hips, thighs and finally fell the floor.

"Is that hard?" She asked breathlessly as bothis hands lightly stroked down over the curve of her bare bottom as she remembered how he had held her before, and the exquisite pleasure that had followed.

"Sometimes almost impossible, but well worth the effort." He swung her up into his arms, her short, wet hair plastered to his arm.

"You could eat it with the skin on, ya know." She suggested with a twist of her lips, her hands moving to the zipper of his pants and then was distracted by the hard plane of his warm flesh beneath and the distended male nipple that responded to her touch.

"But half the pleasure is in peeling it." He said against her lips as he lowered onto the bed.

"And the other half?" She asked as he stepped away from the bed only long enough to remove his wet clothes so that when he turned back to her, he was all gleaming silver, lean, hard surfaces and dark, compelling shadows. He was breathtakingly beautiful , muscles streatching then bunching with a restraint of power as he returned to the bed, then stretching again as he placed a knee on the edge of the bed and moved over her, pinning her to the blankets.

"The other half," He said, his voice both harsh and gentle as his head lowered over her and he once more drew her nipple between his lips. "is the savoring of the fruit."

Her skin seemed afire. Everywhere he touched and tasted, her skin quivered as if that touch was more pleasurable than the last, until she writhed beneath him, her body filled with growing restlessness of urgency.

"Angel..." She reached for him as she had before, her slender hand closing around his erect flesh, lifting her hips in an urgency to be joined with him again.

"All in good time..." He whispered as his hand gently remove hers, his fingers clamping around each wrist as he slowly drew them up over her head and pinned them there. Then he began a tender assault, tasting every inch of her from her lips the inside curve of her ear, then down her neck to dip between her breasts.

She was taut as a bowstring, her back arching as she ached for the feel of his mouth at her breast. But he had other places in mind as his head dipped lower and his hands pinned her shoulders, and his tongue found the small, satin whorl of her navel.

Her belly smasmed, his name whispered in a litany of growing desire as he continued his downward assault, and whispered again. "All in good time..."

Then he released her shoulders, she felt the breath he didn't need stirring the patch of curling hair between her thighs. When his cold hands stroked down to each knee, gently parting them, she went completely still beneath him. He tenderely parted the folds of her woman's flesh, swollen from their first joining. She was all pale pink and soft gold like the dawn, the delicate bud of her pleasure distended and aroused and gleaming with the wetness he had summoned from her body. He blew gently on against he downy curls, parting them as he stroked into the dark, hot center of her, and savored her.

She tasted of sun-ripened nectar and a sultry dark essence that he realized with a sudden intense arousal was the blending of her own golden sweetness with pearl of his seed from their first joining. His hands spread over her belly, thumbs touch, fingers clasping over her hips as he tasted her again and again. She cried out, his name barely escaping her lips, her need to clear to him in the flush that colored her skin, each gasp of air that was dragged into her lungs, and the wild, tangle of her hair as it spread over the blankets and the fever in her eyes. He had taken her to the brink of fulfillment. Now she looked back at him with confusion and blatant sexual arousal as she came up on her knees and reached for him.

Her mouth was eager and hungry beneath his, her tongue slipping between his lips to taste him. She made a soft, dark sound in the back of her throat, part surprise and all pleasure. She was in awe of the power and strength of him, so finely made, yet with a lean and dangerous grace as when he wielded a sword. She was pale and small against him, yet she felt a wondrous power s he could not have guessed at as she felt him grow rigid and hard within her hands, stroking him as he had stroked her, discovering him all over again, each sharp edge and hard plane, every curve of muscle that she had touched a million times before new to her eyes and hands.

He was cold, but warming beneath her skin as she touched the smooth, polished stone of his body beneath her questing hands. He held her as if she was spun glass, hands sculpting her, whispering words in Celtic across her skin, tasting the rain and wind that seemed so much a part of her. The thought stirred another, and then it was gone in a blaze of desire as her slender hands caressed him, stroking each pulsing vien at his erect flesh, then closing around him like her legs had closed around him, then stroking back in exploration to cradle the fleshy pouches beneath. A glistening bead appeared at the tip of his heavily viened flesh.

She smiled and dipped her face to it, her tongue flicking out over the blunt tip, tasting him then closing her mouth over him. He grunted and held onto her hair, forcing his hips to stop their thrusting motion as she moved her mouth down each side of his erection, tongue flicking out like a butterfly against his skin. On a groan, he grabbed her arms and and lifted her, kissing her deeply, his hands stroking back through her hair to hold her as he plundered her mouth, his blood afire at the sight of her tasting him.

In answer, she gave him everything, matching his hunger for her with one of her own, touching, stroking, stunning him with her passion. Her body was taut, straining, shivering with the need for him. He understood her need as he gently turned her so that her back was toward him. She made a soft sound of protest, trying to turn in his arms, but he pursuaded her as he lowered her onto her belly on the bed and gently sank his teeth into the skin at he back of her shoulder as he leaned over her.

She gasped, first surprise and then pleasure as the bite became more tender bites across the back of her shoulder to her spine. She found this new position most pleasing, with his hand at her breast as the nipple throbbed and ached. Then his hand lowered over her belly, stroking lower to the thatch of hair between her thighs. On a shudder, she opened to him, making a pleasurable sound as he slipped two fingers inside her. Her hips moved against the gentle thrusts of his fingers until she was arching against him. Then he slowly withdrew, leaving her in a daze of frustrated, unfulfulled desire.

"Angel..." Cordelia whispered, "Stop being a tease. That's my job."

Angel chuckled darkly, his moist lips on the back of her neck. "But I like to tease..." His tone was meant to be light, but she sensed the restraint in his voice and the rough, sensual way his tongue flicked across her skin told her he wanted her to enjoy this as much as possible. "You taste so good..." Each word a torment as he stroked through the strands of her short hair across her shoulder.

She made a small sound of surprise as he gently lifted her hips, pulling her back against him as he knelt on the bed, followed by a sound of pleasure as he tenderly opened her. "Angel?" Her voice was thick with desire as she reached back to touch him, and ended ona startled gasp of pleasure as he bent low over her back and slowly pushed inside her.

With one arm around her waist, Angel pulled her back against him so that she felt the warmth of his chest at her back, her bottom cradled by his hips. He shuddered with restraint as his other hand closed over her right hip and he gently rocked her against him, feeling her ease around him, then suddenly clench tighter with her own pleasure, pressing deeper with each thrust until he touched her womb.

He opened his hand, stroking low across her belly where even now beneath pale skin and slender muscles he was firmly sheathed inside her, and experienced a feeling of oneness he'd never known before. It was at the moment that he was glad he'd taken the potion, or Angelus would have her in his hands. Angel shuddered and kissed her neck, praying that that would never happen.

"Cordelia..."

She shivered in his arms, her breath coming in short, choppy sounds. Instinctively, she began to move against him as they had before, desperate to ease the ache of desire that had not lessened with their joining, but only intensified. He whispered her name against her cheek as his head lowered beside hers, holding her gently, slowing her eager movements. He lowered his hand from her hip to the throbbing cleft of her body, as his other hand closed over her breast.

Her body spasmed and she gasped as he wet her with his fingers. She was small and tight, her delicate flesh stretched taut around his shaft, the small bud above hardened with desire. Her muscles spasmed again and clenched around him all the tighter, then the slick heat of her own wetness that he stroked from her eased him deeper as he rbody answered his tender assault on her.

He slowly began to move inside her, withdrawing, then gently pushing back inside her until he was wet with her arousal and she took him easily. Then she began to move tentatively against him, experimenting, arching her back, then rocking her hips back so that she was completely open to him and the pleasure intense in this new way as she felt his strength and power surging inside her.

As he built the desire and pleasure apace within her, she growled and whispered. "Let me touch you...." He couldn't imagine how more completely they could touch one another than with his flesh firmly held within hers. Then all thoughts fled save one as she touched where he had touched at the joined center of their bodies. Her slender fingers stroked his flesh at the opening of her own body, then gradually lower to the pouches of soft flesh wrapped in a cocoon of midnight dark hair that nestled warm and full against her.

He swore softly. "Cordelia...don't..." His body responded to her touch and he gathered her againsat him, still the seeking hand, but he couldn't still her restless movements, or the sudden tightness as her body quickened around him, her sleek muscles clenching and spasming over his flesh.

She made a startled sound as she climaxed and his hips clenched against hers as he thrust hard inside of her at that final moment. She cried out, the contractions of her muscles stroking him like a powerful fist. Fire burned through him, and then his body was rocked with the powerful spasms of release as he burst inside her.

He rocked against her for several minutes, his mouth attached the back of her neck as she leaned against him, her arms around his neck. She tilted her face to his and kissed him deeply, tasting sweat on his upper lip.

Finally, he disengaged from her and layed down next to her on the bed, stretched out, a smile on his lips. She rested her head on her arms and glared at him, lip poking out.

"What's the matter?" He asked breathlessly, his fingers trailing down her spine.

"I'm all sweaty. I told you I didn't want to get all sweaty today." She said, fighting to keep her grin off her face. The grin won out and she chuckled in her throat.

"Oh, my apologies!" He said, executing a mock-bow, his eyes gleaming as he looked her over.

"Apology accepted." She said, pushing her sweaty hair from her face. "So, what do you want to do now? I mean, we've already killed three horny demons and fucked like rabbits....what else is there to do?"

She gasped as he picked her and slung her over his shoulder. "Take a shower, of course." He said, slapping her ass and chuckling in his throat. Cordelia laughed and let him carry her out of the room, her smile not loosening its grip on her features. Suddenly, Angel threw her back on the bed and she landed in a sprawl.

"Again? So soon?" She said and then looked back over her shoulder and then she laughed as squat, spindly demon attached itself to Angel's leg. "I guess that aphrodisiac hasn't worn off yet!"

"Ha-ha!" Angel said, frowning as something wet rolled down his leg. We're definately showering now."

Cordelia could only laugh.

End.

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