No Strings Attached
Ok this is set about 6 years after "City Of..." and Darla was never raised,
( She's a pain in the Butt) and Wolfram and Hart didn't blow up A.I (Cos
I liked it). I have just failed my Physics Higher so I am feeling down,
hence an angry but fluffy fic.
Disclaimer: The only thing that belongs to me is Nina and the plot, the rest belong to David and Joss as well as WB, Fox and Mutant (Grr, Arr) Enemy Inc, who all get rich of the profits.
The rating maybe harsh but I was never good at these things. Tell me
what you thing PLEASE.
Look out for more.
Rated R for suggested Sexual Activity
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No Strings Attached - Scotch Shots
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"Cordelia, post's here. There is some for you."
Cordelia walked passed Angel lightly brushing his hand as she reached for the post. She sat down behind her desk, at last free of files and loose photos, and opened a hand-written letter. Her face turned from a disinterested look to a look of hurt and confusion. Angel heard her take in
a sharp in take of breath and turned to see a single tears drip down her face. He was immediately by her side.
"Cordelia what's wrong? Bad news?"
Cordelia continued to read and more tears slipped down her face. "It's a letter from a woman called Nina. She says she is my half-sister. " She placed the letter on her desk and stood up. "I'm going from a walk."
Angel tried to reach for as she walked, her face expressionless, into a world he couldn't enter. She escaped into the daylight.
Cordelia walked for hours through parts of the city till she found herself back at Angel Investigations. Her head still wasn't any clearer but she knew one thing, she had a step-sister who was only two years younger than her. Her parents had always been the model of society but behind closed doors there used to be arguments. The Ming vase that was there when you went to bed, usually wasn't there when you woke up, it was in the trash. But she never expected her daddy to have an affair. Not her daddy. She walked through the door she saw Angel sitting still behind his desk waiting for her.
"Do you feel like talking?" Angel said as she slumped to the floor. Angel put his arm around Cordelias shoulder. She turned and sobbed into his silk shirt as everything since Doyle died came flooding out. She hadn't cried or talked about her feelings since Doyle had died, instead she bottled it up.
They stayed on the floor most of the night until Cordelia suddenly snapped out of her silence and wanted to go to the pub. Angel stared at her in disbelief.
"What? I want a drink, something a little stronger than the coffee sitting in the kitchen. Oh come on like you don't have problems you don't want to drink away. Let me just say Buffy! Grab your coat and I'll meet you at McNeils, that was Doyles favourite haunt right? So we'll go there." Before Angel could protest Cordelia had peeled herself away from his form and was already out of the door.
He found her sitting in a booth in the corner of the room, with 3 shot glasses already in front of her.
"You started without me Cordelia, I'm hurt. What you drinking?"
"Well Mr Vampire if I had to wait for you all the time I wouldn't get anywhere very fast would I now. Sit down and have a drink, I got you Guinness 'Cos that's what Doyle drunk and it's Irish. You WERE Irish weren't you?
"Yes to all three. Now what is this about Cordelia?"
"Oh just daddy had an affair about one...two," She slurred counting her fingers. "years ago and the woman had a baby girl and called her Nina, I've never liked that name. Anyway this baby girl grew up and she found me and decided to tell me daddy had an affair two years ago and wants to meet me. Rosy isn't it. A right old family reunion. A bit like you Ssspike and Drucilia wouldn't you say? God I'm starting to sound like Wesley, quick get me another drink."
Angel stood up and walked to the bar, "Can I have three whiskey shots and three vodka shots please."
"So your with the brunette then. She comes in here a lot but she's always on her own. She sure can drink though. Are you taking her home tonight or should I call a cab for her."
Angel stared at the bartender, his ears not believing what they were hearing. "No, no that's fine. I'll make sure she gets home OK." Angel walked back over to the booth and looked at Cordelia with understanding but no pity in his eyes. He understood that she would rather find her
solutions at the bottom of a bottle than in a person. He understood because he did it for 150 years, until he met Buffy. The thought of the Slayer in his head made him down the first of many whiskey shots. 27 shots later the drunken Vampire and his seer slowly stumble out of the
bar entrance before hailing down a cab back to AI. They both haphazardly climbed into the elevator back to Angels apartment giggling and laughing at nothing in particular.
Having managed to grope for the light Cordelia flung herself down on the couch before reaching down the back of it. A smile spread cross her lips as she felt the cold glass of the scotch bottle on her fingertips. "Thanks Doyle" she muttered at the ceiling before twisting the lid and downing what was left in the bottom. She noisily slammed down the bottle as Angel swayed towards her.
"Here try this instead, it packs a better punch." He handed Cordelia the brand-new Vodka bottle. He looked fondly at the empty bottle sitting on his glass table. "Doyles I take it."
They sat laughing and talking till the bottle was empty.
"Angel do you know what I really want? A relationship where I can get what I want, no strings attached, no feelings involved and best of all, no questions or emotions. No matter how much people want a stable relationship, they don't really. I mean look at Xander, that was fun while we were sneaking around and grabbing kisses when ever we could. Then we
came out into the open and it got all complicated and the Willow happened. Now if we had just kept it all secret and hush hush then none of that would of happened. You see?"
"Yeah I see. I never liked Xander you know, he was a pain in the arse. He was so full of himself and he didn't realise what he had, instead he was too fascinated with what he couldn't have. Buffy."
"Where, oh I get ya. I mean don't you ever wish you could wake up next to somebody in the morning or night, which ever you prefer, without realising that you've gone all grr on the world. That you could have fun without all those deep icky feelings getting in the way. Never having the big 'Happy' but having fun instead?"
"Yeah of course I do. I'm still a man aren't I?" He looked at Cordelia and seen the raised eyebrow she had flashed him. "You know what I mean. So basically we both want the same thing, fun with no string and sex." Cordelia looked at in surprise. "What? I said the 'S' word didn't I? Bad Angel." He mockingly slapped the back of his hand.
He turned to look at Cordelia, he noticed how her hair reflected the low light in the apartment, he noticed the laughter dance her eyes. He noticed her. Cordelia saw his smile slowly turn expressionless as he focus in on her face. She felt his hand slowly creep up her leg till it was resting on top of her hand. He saw the laughter turn to wickedness and playfulness as he took her hand in his and stood up. He tugged at her hand as she slowly followed his silent instruction and stood up beside his. He pulled her hand gently as he started to lead her towards his bedroom. Cordelia hesitated slightly before giving into her gut feeling and not her head for once. They both stood looking at the room, The bed perfectly made with black silk sheets gracing his king-sized bed and the jumpers folded neatly on the chair. "Quite the tidy fiend aren't we?" Angel placed his finger over her lips to silence her as he gently pushed her against the door. He felt her breasts brush against his chest. Cordelia wrapped her legs around Angels as their urgency took over them. Angel pulled himself close to Cordelias body 'till he felt the heat from her body. Her breast squashed against him as he kissed the nape of her neck. Angel was rewarded with a groan emanating from her throat and slowly moved up, nipping softly at her chin bone. Cordelia groaned in pleasure and her legs curled around Angels as she managed to squeeze out 'Don't tease me!' before Angels lips covered her own. Cordelia felt a shudder echo her whimper as she felt his cold lips descended upon hers. The electricity between them cracked in the air as Angel slowly drew himself from her, he felt her go limp in his arms.
"Hey aren't I meant to be having fun here?"
"Right we'll play it your way!"
Cordelia pushed Angel with all her might toward his bed. He, slightly taken aback by her strength, stumbled onto the bed. Angel stared in wonder as walked towards him, unbuttoning her shirt. A wicked smile appeared on her face as the drink finally took it's, feel happy, effect and she straddled the still amazed Angel. He reached for her bra strap and was about to undo it when he felt Cordelia forcefully grab his hands.
"This is fun so you can't say your sorry in the morning."
Angel breathed in the unneeded air and nodded to Cordelia. She smiled and he continued to reach for her bra.
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OK that was part one in the series. Part two will be up soon and alittle less "graphic"
Ok this is set about 6 years after "City Of..." and Darla was never raised,
( She's a pain in the Butt) and Wolfram and Hart didn't blow up A.I (Cos
I liked it). I have just failed my Physics Higher so I am feeling down,
hence an angry but fluffy fic.
Disclaimer: The only thing that belongs to me is Nina and the plot, the rest belong to David and Joss as well as WB, Fox and Mutant (Grr, Arr) Enemy Inc, who all get rich of the profits.
The rating maybe harsh but I was never good at these things. Tell me
what you thing PLEASE.
Look out for more.
Rated R for suggested Sexual Activity
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No Strings Attached - Scotch Shots
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"Cordelia, post's here. There is some for you."
Cordelia walked passed Angel lightly brushing his hand as she reached for the post. She sat down behind her desk, at last free of files and loose photos, and opened a hand-written letter. Her face turned from a disinterested look to a look of hurt and confusion. Angel heard her take in
a sharp in take of breath and turned to see a single tears drip down her face. He was immediately by her side.
"Cordelia what's wrong? Bad news?"
Cordelia continued to read and more tears slipped down her face. "It's a letter from a woman called Nina. She says she is my half-sister. " She placed the letter on her desk and stood up. "I'm going from a walk."
Angel tried to reach for as she walked, her face expressionless, into a world he couldn't enter. She escaped into the daylight.
Cordelia walked for hours through parts of the city till she found herself back at Angel Investigations. Her head still wasn't any clearer but she knew one thing, she had a step-sister who was only two years younger than her. Her parents had always been the model of society but behind closed doors there used to be arguments. The Ming vase that was there when you went to bed, usually wasn't there when you woke up, it was in the trash. But she never expected her daddy to have an affair. Not her daddy. She walked through the door she saw Angel sitting still behind his desk waiting for her.
"Do you feel like talking?" Angel said as she slumped to the floor. Angel put his arm around Cordelias shoulder. She turned and sobbed into his silk shirt as everything since Doyle died came flooding out. She hadn't cried or talked about her feelings since Doyle had died, instead she bottled it up.
They stayed on the floor most of the night until Cordelia suddenly snapped out of her silence and wanted to go to the pub. Angel stared at her in disbelief.
"What? I want a drink, something a little stronger than the coffee sitting in the kitchen. Oh come on like you don't have problems you don't want to drink away. Let me just say Buffy! Grab your coat and I'll meet you at McNeils, that was Doyles favourite haunt right? So we'll go there." Before Angel could protest Cordelia had peeled herself away from his form and was already out of the door.
He found her sitting in a booth in the corner of the room, with 3 shot glasses already in front of her.
"You started without me Cordelia, I'm hurt. What you drinking?"
"Well Mr Vampire if I had to wait for you all the time I wouldn't get anywhere very fast would I now. Sit down and have a drink, I got you Guinness 'Cos that's what Doyle drunk and it's Irish. You WERE Irish weren't you?
"Yes to all three. Now what is this about Cordelia?"
"Oh just daddy had an affair about one...two," She slurred counting her fingers. "years ago and the woman had a baby girl and called her Nina, I've never liked that name. Anyway this baby girl grew up and she found me and decided to tell me daddy had an affair two years ago and wants to meet me. Rosy isn't it. A right old family reunion. A bit like you Ssspike and Drucilia wouldn't you say? God I'm starting to sound like Wesley, quick get me another drink."
Angel stood up and walked to the bar, "Can I have three whiskey shots and three vodka shots please."
"So your with the brunette then. She comes in here a lot but she's always on her own. She sure can drink though. Are you taking her home tonight or should I call a cab for her."
Angel stared at the bartender, his ears not believing what they were hearing. "No, no that's fine. I'll make sure she gets home OK." Angel walked back over to the booth and looked at Cordelia with understanding but no pity in his eyes. He understood that she would rather find her
solutions at the bottom of a bottle than in a person. He understood because he did it for 150 years, until he met Buffy. The thought of the Slayer in his head made him down the first of many whiskey shots. 27 shots later the drunken Vampire and his seer slowly stumble out of the
bar entrance before hailing down a cab back to AI. They both haphazardly climbed into the elevator back to Angels apartment giggling and laughing at nothing in particular.
Having managed to grope for the light Cordelia flung herself down on the couch before reaching down the back of it. A smile spread cross her lips as she felt the cold glass of the scotch bottle on her fingertips. "Thanks Doyle" she muttered at the ceiling before twisting the lid and downing what was left in the bottom. She noisily slammed down the bottle as Angel swayed towards her.
"Here try this instead, it packs a better punch." He handed Cordelia the brand-new Vodka bottle. He looked fondly at the empty bottle sitting on his glass table. "Doyles I take it."
They sat laughing and talking till the bottle was empty.
"Angel do you know what I really want? A relationship where I can get what I want, no strings attached, no feelings involved and best of all, no questions or emotions. No matter how much people want a stable relationship, they don't really. I mean look at Xander, that was fun while we were sneaking around and grabbing kisses when ever we could. Then we
came out into the open and it got all complicated and the Willow happened. Now if we had just kept it all secret and hush hush then none of that would of happened. You see?"
"Yeah I see. I never liked Xander you know, he was a pain in the arse. He was so full of himself and he didn't realise what he had, instead he was too fascinated with what he couldn't have. Buffy."
"Where, oh I get ya. I mean don't you ever wish you could wake up next to somebody in the morning or night, which ever you prefer, without realising that you've gone all grr on the world. That you could have fun without all those deep icky feelings getting in the way. Never having the big 'Happy' but having fun instead?"
"Yeah of course I do. I'm still a man aren't I?" He looked at Cordelia and seen the raised eyebrow she had flashed him. "You know what I mean. So basically we both want the same thing, fun with no string and sex." Cordelia looked at in surprise. "What? I said the 'S' word didn't I? Bad Angel." He mockingly slapped the back of his hand.
He turned to look at Cordelia, he noticed how her hair reflected the low light in the apartment, he noticed the laughter dance her eyes. He noticed her. Cordelia saw his smile slowly turn expressionless as he focus in on her face. She felt his hand slowly creep up her leg till it was resting on top of her hand. He saw the laughter turn to wickedness and playfulness as he took her hand in his and stood up. He tugged at her hand as she slowly followed his silent instruction and stood up beside his. He pulled her hand gently as he started to lead her towards his bedroom. Cordelia hesitated slightly before giving into her gut feeling and not her head for once. They both stood looking at the room, The bed perfectly made with black silk sheets gracing his king-sized bed and the jumpers folded neatly on the chair. "Quite the tidy fiend aren't we?" Angel placed his finger over her lips to silence her as he gently pushed her against the door. He felt her breasts brush against his chest. Cordelia wrapped her legs around Angels as their urgency took over them. Angel pulled himself close to Cordelias body 'till he felt the heat from her body. Her breast squashed against him as he kissed the nape of her neck. Angel was rewarded with a groan emanating from her throat and slowly moved up, nipping softly at her chin bone. Cordelia groaned in pleasure and her legs curled around Angels as she managed to squeeze out 'Don't tease me!' before Angels lips covered her own. Cordelia felt a shudder echo her whimper as she felt his cold lips descended upon hers. The electricity between them cracked in the air as Angel slowly drew himself from her, he felt her go limp in his arms.
"Hey aren't I meant to be having fun here?"
"Right we'll play it your way!"
Cordelia pushed Angel with all her might toward his bed. He, slightly taken aback by her strength, stumbled onto the bed. Angel stared in wonder as walked towards him, unbuttoning her shirt. A wicked smile appeared on her face as the drink finally took it's, feel happy, effect and she straddled the still amazed Angel. He reached for her bra strap and was about to undo it when he felt Cordelia forcefully grab his hands.
"This is fun so you can't say your sorry in the morning."
Angel breathed in the unneeded air and nodded to Cordelia. She smiled and he continued to reach for her bra.
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OK that was part one in the series. Part two will be up soon and alittle less "graphic"