Shake the Disease

 

AUTHOR Echo

EMAIL echo_liz@hotmail.com

TITLE Shake the Disease

PART 1

RATING NC-17 For SEX. For naked Angel having sex.

DISCLAIMER Not mine. If they were mine, don't you think I'd have Angel be a lot more naked? (I don't think he can be more naked than he is here, but I like this disclaimer.) But since Joss is a guy, and they're his....Please don't sue me, K.

SUMMARY Cordelia's a sickly girl. A short piece of smut. Angel's naked, ok. Who gives a sh*t about the plot?

CATEGORY Angel/Cordelia

Cordelia stumbled in the door. Her arms filled with medicine and other sick person supplies. She'd barely made it home. While she was waiting for her perscription to be filled, she'd started to sweat. Now she was shivering. Damn summer cold. She coughed, and it rattled noisily in her chest. It hurt too. She was all aches and pains. The nurse at the clinic had told her she was running 101 in the fever department. She felt like it too. She'd felt better when she had her big long vision thing a month ago. She stumbled a little. She was very dizzy all of the sudden.

"Cordelia, is that you?"

She tried to answer, but all that came out was a painful squeak.

"Hello?"

She didn't remember letting go of the grocery bag. It crashed to the floor, half of it's contents spilling. She grabbed for the doorframe. Her legs had suddenly turned to jello. She missed the frame, breaking a nail instead. She twisted and crashed to the floor right as Angel came around the corner.

"CORDELIA!"

******

Cordelia opened her eyes slowly. Someone had her ankle and was pulling her across the floor. She moaned and tried to sit up a little.

"Cordelia?" It sounded like Angel, but it also sounded like someone who'd just had the shit scared out of them, and Angel didn't get scared.

"Angel?" She rasped out. Her eyes focused. She was laying in the sunlight in the doorway, and he had her ankle in his hands. He was wearing two oven mits. He was trying to drag her into the shadows. Cordelia was suddenly touched with a warm feeling, or maybe it was the fever. She sat up and pushed the door closed. In the next second he was on her. She was swung up into his arms. She passed out thinking they were strong arms to be in.

******

She forced her eyes open. It was very dark in her bedroom. She was covered to her chin in blankets. She tried to throw them off, but she was so weak. She managed to scoot them down past her waist. She threw her legs over the side of the bed. She was determined to make it to the bathroom. She turned and pushed herself to a sitting position. Then she forced herself to her feet. She stood for all of two seconds before her legs faltered, and she crashed to the floor. The next thing she knew she had been swooped up in two strong arms and settled back on the bed.

"What are you doing? You're sick. Stay in bed."

"I have to go to the bathroom." She gasped. Her voice sounded like she'd been gargling with broken glass.

"Well, here." He scooped her up and carried her to the bathroom. He sat her on the toilet. "Do you need me to help you?" Her glare completely answered that question. "I'll be right outside." He pulled the door closed.

Cordelia closed her eyes in embarrassment. She was sick, and the only people she had to care for her were Angel and Wesley. It wasn't looking good.

******

She was running in the park. In her sports bra and running shorts. Her walkman blaring in her ears. In the back of her mind she knew she was dreaming, but it felt so real. Sweat was dripping off of her. And she saw him standing there. Almost as if he was waiting for her. The little voice in the back of her mind was telling her it was very sunny for him to be out here. She ignored the voice.

"Angel." She said breathlessly as she stopped next to him.

"I was waiting for you."

"Waiting?"

"For this." He grabbed her and smashed his mouth on hers. Cordelia moaned and closed her eyes.

She felt herself being lowered and opened her eyes. She was no longer outside. She was in 'the batcave' being lowered onto the bed that the little voice was telling her should have been burned to a crisp. She menatally flipped the little voice off. He toed off his shoes and ran his hands down her legs to her feet to remove hers.

"I'm all sweaty."

"You're about to be even sweatier."

"Oh God."

He started licking the pulse point of her throat. She shivered. He pulled back and yanked the sports bra off. He tossed it over his shoulder and grinned at her. She raised an eyebrow at him. She grabbed the edges of his shirt and ripped it open. The buttons popped off, scattering everywhere. He growled at her. She bucked her self up against him, and he growled louder. He dipped his head down and licked the valley between her breasts, and it was Cordelia's turn to growl.

He licked down her chest, around her belly button, and from hip to hip across her abdomen. Cordelia was starting to sweat again. He put his hands under her and lifted her up. He took the elastic waist of her running shorts in his teeth and pulled them off. All that left her was her white cotton panties. He looked up at her.

"White cotton?"

"A girl has to be practical. I can't wear silk everyday."

"Please don't. I've always found plain white cotton on the right woman incredibly sexy. Too bad they're not staying."

And with that he yanked her underwear off. He held them to his nose and inhaled them before he tossed them aside. That simple action caused Cordelia to breathe a little heavier. She noticed his pants were still on. They didn't stay long. They didn't have anything on underneath them.

"No underwear?"

"A man has to be practical. It's everyday he gets to seduce the girl."

"So get on with it."

She gasped when he stuck a finger inside her.

"How's that for getting on with it?"

"Stop talking."

His response was to kiss her again and brush his thumb against her clit.

******

Angel jumped awake when Cordelia moaned in her sleep. She thrown the covers off of herself again. This time they were in a pile on the floor. He bent down to pick them up, and she moaned again. It was definitely NOT a moan of pain. He looked over the edge of the mattress. She was writhing on the bed and gripping the fitted sheet. Her skin had a fine sheen of sweat on it. He could smell her arousal. She moaned again, and he hardened in response to it. He needed to get out of here. He tossed the blankets on top of her and was about to run out of the room when she screamed.

"OH GOD! ANGEL!"

He froze. She was dreaming about him? HE was doing this to her? The simple thought made the tightness in the crotch of his pants almost unbearable.

"Oh God. Yessssssssssss." She hissed. "Fuck me harder, Angel."

Angel couldn't move now if he wanted to.

******

She gripped the headboard of his bed. He was moving in and out of her so slowly it was almost agony. He grabbed one of her hands and started sucking on her fingers as he continued his slow torture.

"Oh God. Yessssssssssss." She could feel herself starting to splinter apart for the third time. She yanked her fingers out of his mouth and grabbed the back of his head. "Fuck me harder, Angel."

He bent down and kissed her lightly. He removed her hand from the back of his head and placed it back on the headboard. At first it seemed as if he had slowed even more. She growled at him. She flashed her a lazy grin. He wrapped her legs around his waist. The next thing Cordelia knew, he was pumping into her so fast she thought he might bouce her through the mattress.

"Oh GOD!"

She could feel her orgasm approaching. Angel leaned down and sucked her tongue into his mouth. Then he slipped his hand between them and pinched her clit. Cordelia tore her mouth away from his and screamed.

******

"ANGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!"

He was staring at her. Sweat was dripping off of him. He'd just about come in his pants. He needed to get out of this room right now. The scent of her release was starting to consume him. He forced himself to move.

He darted out of the bedroom and slammed himself into the bathroom. He turned the shower as cold as it would go. He practically tore himself out of his clothes and jumped in the cold spray. All he could hear in his head was Cordelia screaming his name as her body shook with orgasm. He WOULD NOT think of that. He wouldn't imagine her legs wrapped around him, his head buried between her breasts, him deep inside her as she screamed at him to fuck her harder.

He shuddered as his dead seed hit the shower floor.

******

Cordelia opened her eyes slowly. "Water." She squeaked out.

The next thing she knew a strong arm was behind her back and a glass of water was pressed to her lips. Angel was smiling down at her.

"I feel so icky."

"You've been running a fever for two days. Plus your medicine's been making you a little out of it.

"Oh." Suddenly, her mind was filled with images of Angel thrusting in and out of her. She gasped and a blush spread across her face.

Angel knew she was remembering her fevered dream.

"I'd like to shower."

Angel winced as he thought of the shower. "You can't stand."

"I'll take a bath then. Will you run it for me?"

"Of course."

He scooped her up in his arms and walked to the bathroom. He sat her on the toliet while he ran the water. He squired some scented oil of hers into the tub. Jasmine. Her. He could almost feel himself getting turned on by her scent. He heard rusting behind him and turned. Cordelia had managed to strip herself to her bra and panties. Angel swallowed.

"What?" He was staring at her. She suddenly became aware that she had just stripped down to next to nothing with him right next to her as if she'd done it a hundred times. She grabbed the t shirt she'd had on and attempted to cover herself.

Angel grabbed it and tossed it aside. He stared at her for a minute as she blushed. Then he leaned towards her and kissed her. Lightly. She didn't move. She had to be dreaming again, but this was even more real than before. His hands were cupping the sides of her face. He was on his knees in front of her. She wrapped her legs around his body and her arms around his neck.

Angel deepened his kiss and his mind screamed that this was wrong. Very wrong. He shouldn't be doing this to Cordelia. He ignored that voice. He wanted her. If only a taste.

Cordelia gasped into his mouth when he slid his hand into her panties and his fingers into her.

"Hold on to me." He whispered in her ear.

"Yes."

He started thrusting his fingers in and out of her. She moaned and moved against him. He jumped when he felt a warm hand circle him inside his pants. "Come with me." She whispered. He groaned as she squeezed. He moved his hand faster and she matched his speed. She start shaking right as he spilled himself onto her hand.

"Angel." She'd whispered it in his ear.

As the aftershocks of her orgasm died. She leaned back against the toilet and brought her sticky hand up to her mouth. She started licking, and he felt himself get hard again.

******

"Cordelia." Angel jerked awake moaning her name. He fell out of the chair he'd been sitting in. The noise caused her to stir.

"Angel?" She croaked out. He was by her side instantly. "What happened?"

"You've been really sick."

"You took care of me?"

Her sentence took on a whole new meaning as he vividly remembered her body clenching around his fingers. "I did."

"Thank you." She leaned up to kiss his cheek, but he turned his head and caught her lips with his own. When he pulled back, she stared at him. "What was that, Angel?"

"I was worried."

"Oh." Cordelia's lips were still tingling. Her mind filled with wild naked images of Angel and sex. She made a mental note to ask Willow to figure out a way to make Angel's soul permanent. "Can I take a bath or a shower or something? I feel icky."

Angel grinned widely at her. "Yes."

She cocked her head at him, wondering what that look was for.

He stared down at the girl who'd forced her way into his life almost a year ago. He knew what he wanted when he finally became human. She would be so proud. She was always harping on him to find a hobby or a goal. Well, he finally had a goal. Her.


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