No Strings Attached
This is the second part to the series. The first being 'Scotch Shots' and is sitting in my profile.
Disclaimer: The only thing that belong to me are Nina (in pt1). They instead belong to Joss and David and all those rich people at WB, Fox, and Mutant (Grr, Arr) Enemy.
This one inspired by a song called 'Never Saw Blue Like That' by Shawn Colvin. I don't know how.
Anyway read and enjoy, oh, and if you please. REVIEW IT!!! Praise makes me smile and a slagging gives me hope.
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No Strings Attached - Pills And Recovery
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Cordelia slowly came out of her dreamful slumber, as she opened her eyes she found herself in a
dark, unfamiliar room. She woke up with a start feeling the silk sheets around her. Cordelia slowly rubbed her eyes to try and make light of the situation but had very little success. Her senses suddenly awoke as she felt the body beside her stir and moan as he to woke from his dreams. A small scream built up in her throat as she felt the person beside her sit up and let out a yawn. The scream in her throat finally released into a whimper as she tried to calm the frantic thoughts in her head. She heard a voice through the thick of it, a familiar voice. It was Angels. Cordelia turned her head, afraid of what she might see until she laid he eyes on Angels pale face.
"Oh this can not be good. I'm naked, you're naked, we're in bed..." her eyes blinked rapidly trying to erase the thought from her mind.
"Naked!" Angel sarcastically added.
"Yeah naked!" She waved her hand frantically in front of Angels face, "Your not all...Grr are you? Hello is Angelus there?"
Angel caught her hand strongly then let it go. "Will you quit waving your hand in front of my face please. I'm fine but oh, my head is killing me." He looked at Cordelias cocked eyebrow "Well not literally. How much did we drink last night?"
Cordelia stared at him in disbelief. "Hello, I'm in bed with you, naked, and all you ask is how much did we drink? Have you lost your mind?" 'Please say no, please say no.' she thought to herself. "I need Coffee and aspirin, lots of it."
Cordelia went to climb out of bed 'till she realised she was still naked. She looked at Angel with
raised eyebrows.
"What?"
"Turn around! I don't remember what happened last night but you ain't getting to see me anymore naked than this. So will you turn around."
"Oh I remember what happened last night and I seen you in all kinds of nakedness." He watched satisfied as a blush crept up Cordelias face.
She slowly gathered up the silk sheets around her and walked over to Angels robe before awkwardly trying to put it on without dropping the sheets. She walked slowly over to the kitchen to make her coffee before seeing the bottles of last nights excitement spread all over the glass table. Cordelia slowly sat down at the table putting down the coffee cup with only aided her pounding head.
Angel, now dressed in boxers slowly approached the fragile woman sitting at his kitchen table and placed the aspirin bottle on the table quietly. He shot a fleeting look at the vodka and whiskey bottles that were sitting on his brand-new table and sighed.
"Well at least we know what we drunk last night. Are you OK?" He noticed the distant look on Cordelias face.
"Mmm, Sorry, yeah I'm fine. I was just remembering stuff from last night. It's slowly coming back to me, painfully. I remember the bar, Doyles bottle down the back of the couch, us taking that warrior-seer thing alittle too far. About what I said, you know about Buffy? I'm sorry. I know she means a lot to you."
" She meant a lot to me. I have to move on right. I'm sorry as well, about what I said about Xander. What do we do now?"
"First rule of fun is; no questions. Second rule is; Don't ever say sorry. So tell me, was it fun?"
Angels face slowly cracked in a smile as the memories of the night came flooding back. "Yeah it was fun. I had great fun. You're right you know, waking up next to someone in the morning is great. Thanks."
"Oh make me sound like a hooker why don't you. I'm going fore a shower. I smell all stinky."
Angel watched as Cordelia padded across the wooden floor towards the bathroom. He turned back to his coffee and stood up to put his cup into sink when a piercing scream followed by angry growl emanating from the bathroom. Angel ran towards the bathroom, slipping across the floor. He expected to find Cordelia in the mist of a vision, instead he found Cordeila standing angrily at the bathroom mirror with her hand to her neck.
"Cordelia, what's wrong? I heard you scream and..." Cordelia whipped around to face him her hand still at her neck.
"Look!" She took her hand from her neck to reveal a perfectly round bruise about the size of a 50p coin. "You gave me a hickey, a fucking hickey Angel. What are you? A Vampire or a teenager. God not even Xander gave me hickeys. Well?"
Angel stood in the doorway with a sheepish look on his face. "I'm sorry, I guess I had a little too
much fun last night. Hey at least I didn't bite you." He said hoping to crack a smile on her frozen face.
"Oh get out now!" Cordelia slammed the door in the Vampire reddened face and turned back to the mirror. 'Make up would never cover this.' she thought before turning on the shower.
An Hour Later:
Angel turned as he heard the bathroom door open. He saw Cordelia standing, now dressed, in the doorway. She was wearing some trousers she had left at his apartment after one of their late demon slaying missions and one of his navy shirts. They suited her. Her hair was tied up in a towel having dropped water so the shirt now clung to her torso.
"OK, my turn. Can you head upstairs and open up? I'll be up soon. Help yourself to some breakfast, there is still some fruit from you last little shopping expedition for me."
Cordelia turned and grabbed an apple before brushing her hair down and heading upstairs. There was only one message on the answering machine. It was Wesley.
"Hello, it's Wesley here. I take it no one is bothering to turn up today. I am in London and will be back sometime next week. I will be in touch soon. Did you get my postcard. It is of Big Ben. Well I better go. Hope you two aren't lonely without me. Bye"
Cordelia laughed as the beeping of the answering machine signalled there were no more messages. 'What was Big Ben?' She noticed Wesley's postcard sitting on the floor. She laughed even more once she realised that 'Big Ben' was a clock.
"Who the hell calls a clock Big Ben?"
"What was that?" Angels said walking into the sunless office.
"Angel will you hum or something next time. It's Wesley he sent us a postcard of a clock. Big Ben. He left a message as well. He won't be back to next week now. Thank God."
"Oh I'm sure we'll cope. Are you going home now?"
Cordelia looked at Angels face, puzzled. "What do you mean?"
"You've got that big audition today. The one for the new national TV series. You've been reminding me for weeks. Isn't it in two hours?"
"Oh shit, you're right. With everything that happened and stuff I totally forgot. Right I have to go home get changed. I'll be back around six o'clock and we can catch up on what we were meant to do last night."
"Good Luck" Angel shouted to a retreating back. He settled into his seat and tried to
concentrate on his newest mystery novel but thoughts and memories plagued his mind instead.
6 O'clock That Night:
Angel stood up from his desk having heard the door upstairs open. He slowly followed the clicking of heels until Cordelias face appeared around the door. Her tear-stained face surprised him as he walked over to her.
"What's wrong. What happened?" Angel said wiping away the tears still falling.
"I didn't get the part. The director said I was too fat for the part. He said I didn't have the look he was looking for. He was looking for something special. I wasn't special enough for them, I was too fat and too ordinary for them. They hated me." The tears began to fall down her face in ernest.
"I wish there was something I could do for you." Angel said sympathetically stoking her hair.
"You can. Just hold me. Make me feel wanted."
Angel put is arms around the shaking woman in front of him and gently sat her down on the couch. Cordelia lowed her head 'till she was resting on Angels chest. He felt her hot, sticky tears through his shirt. Cordelia reached for his face as he wiped the tears from her face again. He felt her warm hand cup his face, powerless to stop her. Cordelia pulled Angel down till their lips met in a passionate kiss, she stretched for his shirt. The buttons slipped out and Angel reached for the thin straps that held her halter top. The door upstairs opened. Angel and Cordelia were to involved in each other to hear the footsteps coming down the stair leading to the apartment.
"Angel!"
"Cordelia!"
Angel and Cordelia strung up from the couch to see two familiar figures standing in front of them.
"Xander!"
"Buffy!!"
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Bet ya didn't see that coming. Don't you just hate cliffhangers?!? Part Three Coming up sometime soon. Tell me what you think please and maybe where this should go. I have an idea, so see ya.
This is the second part to the series. The first being 'Scotch Shots' and is sitting in my profile.
Disclaimer: The only thing that belong to me are Nina (in pt1). They instead belong to Joss and David and all those rich people at WB, Fox, and Mutant (Grr, Arr) Enemy.
This one inspired by a song called 'Never Saw Blue Like That' by Shawn Colvin. I don't know how.
Anyway read and enjoy, oh, and if you please. REVIEW IT!!! Praise makes me smile and a slagging gives me hope.
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No Strings Attached - Pills And Recovery
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Cordelia slowly came out of her dreamful slumber, as she opened her eyes she found herself in a
dark, unfamiliar room. She woke up with a start feeling the silk sheets around her. Cordelia slowly rubbed her eyes to try and make light of the situation but had very little success. Her senses suddenly awoke as she felt the body beside her stir and moan as he to woke from his dreams. A small scream built up in her throat as she felt the person beside her sit up and let out a yawn. The scream in her throat finally released into a whimper as she tried to calm the frantic thoughts in her head. She heard a voice through the thick of it, a familiar voice. It was Angels. Cordelia turned her head, afraid of what she might see until she laid he eyes on Angels pale face.
"Oh this can not be good. I'm naked, you're naked, we're in bed..." her eyes blinked rapidly trying to erase the thought from her mind.
"Naked!" Angel sarcastically added.
"Yeah naked!" She waved her hand frantically in front of Angels face, "Your not all...Grr are you? Hello is Angelus there?"
Angel caught her hand strongly then let it go. "Will you quit waving your hand in front of my face please. I'm fine but oh, my head is killing me." He looked at Cordelias cocked eyebrow "Well not literally. How much did we drink last night?"
Cordelia stared at him in disbelief. "Hello, I'm in bed with you, naked, and all you ask is how much did we drink? Have you lost your mind?" 'Please say no, please say no.' she thought to herself. "I need Coffee and aspirin, lots of it."
Cordelia went to climb out of bed 'till she realised she was still naked. She looked at Angel with
raised eyebrows.
"What?"
"Turn around! I don't remember what happened last night but you ain't getting to see me anymore naked than this. So will you turn around."
"Oh I remember what happened last night and I seen you in all kinds of nakedness." He watched satisfied as a blush crept up Cordelias face.
She slowly gathered up the silk sheets around her and walked over to Angels robe before awkwardly trying to put it on without dropping the sheets. She walked slowly over to the kitchen to make her coffee before seeing the bottles of last nights excitement spread all over the glass table. Cordelia slowly sat down at the table putting down the coffee cup with only aided her pounding head.
Angel, now dressed in boxers slowly approached the fragile woman sitting at his kitchen table and placed the aspirin bottle on the table quietly. He shot a fleeting look at the vodka and whiskey bottles that were sitting on his brand-new table and sighed.
"Well at least we know what we drunk last night. Are you OK?" He noticed the distant look on Cordelias face.
"Mmm, Sorry, yeah I'm fine. I was just remembering stuff from last night. It's slowly coming back to me, painfully. I remember the bar, Doyles bottle down the back of the couch, us taking that warrior-seer thing alittle too far. About what I said, you know about Buffy? I'm sorry. I know she means a lot to you."
" She meant a lot to me. I have to move on right. I'm sorry as well, about what I said about Xander. What do we do now?"
"First rule of fun is; no questions. Second rule is; Don't ever say sorry. So tell me, was it fun?"
Angels face slowly cracked in a smile as the memories of the night came flooding back. "Yeah it was fun. I had great fun. You're right you know, waking up next to someone in the morning is great. Thanks."
"Oh make me sound like a hooker why don't you. I'm going fore a shower. I smell all stinky."
Angel watched as Cordelia padded across the wooden floor towards the bathroom. He turned back to his coffee and stood up to put his cup into sink when a piercing scream followed by angry growl emanating from the bathroom. Angel ran towards the bathroom, slipping across the floor. He expected to find Cordelia in the mist of a vision, instead he found Cordeila standing angrily at the bathroom mirror with her hand to her neck.
"Cordelia, what's wrong? I heard you scream and..." Cordelia whipped around to face him her hand still at her neck.
"Look!" She took her hand from her neck to reveal a perfectly round bruise about the size of a 50p coin. "You gave me a hickey, a fucking hickey Angel. What are you? A Vampire or a teenager. God not even Xander gave me hickeys. Well?"
Angel stood in the doorway with a sheepish look on his face. "I'm sorry, I guess I had a little too
much fun last night. Hey at least I didn't bite you." He said hoping to crack a smile on her frozen face.
"Oh get out now!" Cordelia slammed the door in the Vampire reddened face and turned back to the mirror. 'Make up would never cover this.' she thought before turning on the shower.
An Hour Later:
Angel turned as he heard the bathroom door open. He saw Cordelia standing, now dressed, in the doorway. She was wearing some trousers she had left at his apartment after one of their late demon slaying missions and one of his navy shirts. They suited her. Her hair was tied up in a towel having dropped water so the shirt now clung to her torso.
"OK, my turn. Can you head upstairs and open up? I'll be up soon. Help yourself to some breakfast, there is still some fruit from you last little shopping expedition for me."
Cordelia turned and grabbed an apple before brushing her hair down and heading upstairs. There was only one message on the answering machine. It was Wesley.
"Hello, it's Wesley here. I take it no one is bothering to turn up today. I am in London and will be back sometime next week. I will be in touch soon. Did you get my postcard. It is of Big Ben. Well I better go. Hope you two aren't lonely without me. Bye"
Cordelia laughed as the beeping of the answering machine signalled there were no more messages. 'What was Big Ben?' She noticed Wesley's postcard sitting on the floor. She laughed even more once she realised that 'Big Ben' was a clock.
"Who the hell calls a clock Big Ben?"
"What was that?" Angels said walking into the sunless office.
"Angel will you hum or something next time. It's Wesley he sent us a postcard of a clock. Big Ben. He left a message as well. He won't be back to next week now. Thank God."
"Oh I'm sure we'll cope. Are you going home now?"
Cordelia looked at Angels face, puzzled. "What do you mean?"
"You've got that big audition today. The one for the new national TV series. You've been reminding me for weeks. Isn't it in two hours?"
"Oh shit, you're right. With everything that happened and stuff I totally forgot. Right I have to go home get changed. I'll be back around six o'clock and we can catch up on what we were meant to do last night."
"Good Luck" Angel shouted to a retreating back. He settled into his seat and tried to
concentrate on his newest mystery novel but thoughts and memories plagued his mind instead.
6 O'clock That Night:
Angel stood up from his desk having heard the door upstairs open. He slowly followed the clicking of heels until Cordelias face appeared around the door. Her tear-stained face surprised him as he walked over to her.
"What's wrong. What happened?" Angel said wiping away the tears still falling.
"I didn't get the part. The director said I was too fat for the part. He said I didn't have the look he was looking for. He was looking for something special. I wasn't special enough for them, I was too fat and too ordinary for them. They hated me." The tears began to fall down her face in ernest.
"I wish there was something I could do for you." Angel said sympathetically stoking her hair.
"You can. Just hold me. Make me feel wanted."
Angel put is arms around the shaking woman in front of him and gently sat her down on the couch. Cordelia lowed her head 'till she was resting on Angels chest. He felt her hot, sticky tears through his shirt. Cordelia reached for his face as he wiped the tears from her face again. He felt her warm hand cup his face, powerless to stop her. Cordelia pulled Angel down till their lips met in a passionate kiss, she stretched for his shirt. The buttons slipped out and Angel reached for the thin straps that held her halter top. The door upstairs opened. Angel and Cordelia were to involved in each other to hear the footsteps coming down the stair leading to the apartment.
"Angel!"
"Cordelia!"
Angel and Cordelia strung up from the couch to see two familiar figures standing in front of them.
"Xander!"
"Buffy!!"
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Bet ya didn't see that coming. Don't you just hate cliffhangers?!? Part Three Coming up sometime soon. Tell me what you think please and maybe where this should go. I have an idea, so see ya.