Just good old Cordelia and Angel fun! Secret romance hee hee hee! Don't
know if I can be bothered even thinking of a plot. Have no idea what
Wesley is in such a mood about. I'll think of something. Enjoy! AND
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Wesley pushed his glasses up his nose and frowned at the offending book in front of him. He debated whether or not to rip it to pieces.
"You ok Man?" Gunn asked, looking slightly alarmed at Wesley's face.
"I'm completely fine." Wesley said slowly, although his expression and tone of voice suggested he was far from fine.
"Um...Ok." Gunn said edging away. He motioned to Fred.
The young Texan girl looked at her boyfriend with a questioning look.
"Does Wes seem...well...normal to you?" He asked with concern, glancing at his friend who was currently banging his head on the table.
"Huh? Wes? Well if you ask me, which you just did, then yes, he seems fine to me! Why? Did he say anything to-"
Fred stopped mid sentence as a mad growl from Wesley erupted.
"Wes-" Fred started
"No! Don't speak!" Wesley said, his eyes popping, and then he picked up a broad sword that was handily lying about and stabbed it through the book.
Gunn and Fred exchanged glances.
"I think we should go and get Angel." Fred said quietly.
*
"No! You can't leave now!" Angel complained.
"I have to go!" Cordelia giggled.
Angel pouted and pulled her back to the bed. She didn't put up much of a fight.
"You don't have to!" Angel said, kissing her neck lightly.
"I do! Everyone is already downstairs! I can here them! I'll have to sneak out and back around and act like I just got here too," She said.
"Fine. Leave," Angel mocked her and gently pushed her away.
Cordelia grinned. She really should go. But it was hard to walk away from Angel. Even harder to walk away from a naked Angel.
"Ok dumbass, you win," She said and snuggled back up to him.
Angel grinned triumphantly and slowly ran his fingers up her leg and then along the inside of her thigh. His over hand cupped her cheek and he brushed his lips against hers, then deepened the kiss, snaking his tongue into her mouth.
She moaned and pushed herself closer to him. Suddenly, Cordelia broke away and held her fingers to her lips.
Angel rolled his eyes and kissed her again.
"Shush!" She warned. Then he heard it too. They stared at each other for three vital seconds and then both reacted at the same time.
Cordelia rolled off the bed and scurried underneath it, holding her breath.
Angel quickly grabbed his black pants and sat expectantly on the bed,
The voices got louder and louder until Gunn and Fred were stood in front of him.
"Hi guys!" Angel greeted them, wondering what the hell they were doing up here.
"I think you should go and talk to Wesley." Fred said, looking curiously at the clothes carelessly discarded on the floor.
"Wesley?" Angel said loudly, catching Fred's attention.
"Yeah! He's acting so strange!" Fred explained.
"He stabbed a book." Gunn informed him.
"He did." Fred confirmed.
"That doesn't sound like Wesley," Angel said thoughtfully. "I'll be right down."
Gunn nodded and the two of them turned to leave.
A flash of red caught Gunn's eye. That was suspicious. Angel+Colour=wonderland.
Gunn stooped to pick it up and a delighted grin crossed his face.
"Ok Angel, whose is this?" Gunn asked him, waving the red G-String in the air.
Angel's eyes widened as the lingerie was waved in the air to the sounds of Fred's giggles.
What should he say? What did he do? Gunn was looking at him expectantly.
From under the bed Cordelia prodded his leg. Why didn't he answer? It wasn't exactly rocket science to think up a suitable lie. He could just say he did her laundry. The idiot.
"Well..It belongs..it b-b-belongs to," He said nervously, his voice throat unusually dry. "It belongs to me."
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SECRETS
Wesley pushed his glasses up his nose and frowned at the offending book in front of him. He debated whether or not to rip it to pieces.
"You ok Man?" Gunn asked, looking slightly alarmed at Wesley's face.
"I'm completely fine." Wesley said slowly, although his expression and tone of voice suggested he was far from fine.
"Um...Ok." Gunn said edging away. He motioned to Fred.
The young Texan girl looked at her boyfriend with a questioning look.
"Does Wes seem...well...normal to you?" He asked with concern, glancing at his friend who was currently banging his head on the table.
"Huh? Wes? Well if you ask me, which you just did, then yes, he seems fine to me! Why? Did he say anything to-"
Fred stopped mid sentence as a mad growl from Wesley erupted.
"Wes-" Fred started
"No! Don't speak!" Wesley said, his eyes popping, and then he picked up a broad sword that was handily lying about and stabbed it through the book.
Gunn and Fred exchanged glances.
"I think we should go and get Angel." Fred said quietly.
*
"No! You can't leave now!" Angel complained.
"I have to go!" Cordelia giggled.
Angel pouted and pulled her back to the bed. She didn't put up much of a fight.
"You don't have to!" Angel said, kissing her neck lightly.
"I do! Everyone is already downstairs! I can here them! I'll have to sneak out and back around and act like I just got here too," She said.
"Fine. Leave," Angel mocked her and gently pushed her away.
Cordelia grinned. She really should go. But it was hard to walk away from Angel. Even harder to walk away from a naked Angel.
"Ok dumbass, you win," She said and snuggled back up to him.
Angel grinned triumphantly and slowly ran his fingers up her leg and then along the inside of her thigh. His over hand cupped her cheek and he brushed his lips against hers, then deepened the kiss, snaking his tongue into her mouth.
She moaned and pushed herself closer to him. Suddenly, Cordelia broke away and held her fingers to her lips.
Angel rolled his eyes and kissed her again.
"Shush!" She warned. Then he heard it too. They stared at each other for three vital seconds and then both reacted at the same time.
Cordelia rolled off the bed and scurried underneath it, holding her breath.
Angel quickly grabbed his black pants and sat expectantly on the bed,
The voices got louder and louder until Gunn and Fred were stood in front of him.
"Hi guys!" Angel greeted them, wondering what the hell they were doing up here.
"I think you should go and talk to Wesley." Fred said, looking curiously at the clothes carelessly discarded on the floor.
"Wesley?" Angel said loudly, catching Fred's attention.
"Yeah! He's acting so strange!" Fred explained.
"He stabbed a book." Gunn informed him.
"He did." Fred confirmed.
"That doesn't sound like Wesley," Angel said thoughtfully. "I'll be right down."
Gunn nodded and the two of them turned to leave.
A flash of red caught Gunn's eye. That was suspicious. Angel+Colour=wonderland.
Gunn stooped to pick it up and a delighted grin crossed his face.
"Ok Angel, whose is this?" Gunn asked him, waving the red G-String in the air.
Angel's eyes widened as the lingerie was waved in the air to the sounds of Fred's giggles.
What should he say? What did he do? Gunn was looking at him expectantly.
From under the bed Cordelia prodded his leg. Why didn't he answer? It wasn't exactly rocket science to think up a suitable lie. He could just say he did her laundry. The idiot.
"Well..It belongs..it b-b-belongs to," He said nervously, his voice throat unusually dry. "It belongs to me."
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