Title: Spellbound 7/8
Author: Hayley
email: Lamb@traverse.com
Summary: Giles' visit to Los Angeles has interesting consequences.
Rating: R-some naughty language, and some nudity. . . .all the good things in life.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. All the toys you see before you have been borrowed from the all mighty Joss.I just take them out and play with them. *yay me* Don't sue.
Feedback: Oh pretty please? Have you hugged your author today?
Distribution: You may put it wherever you desire and I'll be thrilled about it. Just let me know where so I can send all my friends there to check it out.
Spoilers: Most of Angel, and some of Buffy. . . . nothing too specific or earth shattering.
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The first thing Cordelia noticed as her body stretched languidly into wakefulness was that she was alone. Her entire body went taut as she pushed herself up in the bed, her hands automatically going to her stomach, thankful to find it still flat.
Giles had left her alone. Even after knowing everything that happened the last time she woke up alone, he'd left her. Son of a bitch.
"This is why I hate men with a pulse Phantom Dennis." Refusing to wallow in self pity, Cordelia pulled on a long midnight blue satin robe, and pinned up her hair.
Moving to the bathroom she hopped in and out of the shower, and brushed her teeth.
Once she was downstairs, she could hear the sound of the Scoobies coming from Giles' apartment, and a tiny little devil whispered in her ear. If Giles thought he could just ignore what happened between them. . . .If he thought she would LET him ignore what happened between them he was seriously delusional.
Not giving herself time to re-think her idea, Cordelia dropped her robe, and opened the door seperating the two apartments.
"Oh Rupert my love? I think I left my clothes over here last night." She cooed walking directly into the livingroom stark naked. She walked directly past Buffy, Willow and Tara who were speechless. And past the chair where Xander's eyes seemed to bulge out of his head. Spike was generous enough to offer a standing ovation, but it was Giles' reaction that made it all worth it.
Wide eyed, he practically leapt over the counter dividing the kitchen from the livingroom. "Cordelia!" He snagged the afghan off the back of the couch and approached her with it.
"Guess I didn't leave my clothes here after all." She side stepped Giles, and turned, her head held high. "Thanks for the good shag Rupert. But I think I've had enough of Sunnydale for a while."
One of Giles' hands whipped out, caught her arm and hauled her back against his chest, ignoring the rapt audience. Quickly he wrapped the blanket around her body, and shook her at the same time. "What's gotten into you?"
"You!"
Spike leaned over and nudged Willow. "This is better than Passions."
"Cordelia. . . .I understand how you're feeling right now. But the spell is broken. You're young. . .you've got plenty of time to find someone more appropriate. . ."
Everyone was stunned when Cordelia's fist connected with his jaw, sending the watcher sprawling on the floor.
"First off, let me tell you something you arrogant bastard! I don't like being told how I 'feel'. If you had any idea how I felt you wouldn't have left my bed this morning. If you had any idea how I felt you wouldn't be acting like such an ageist right now. Secondly, I'm leaving Sunnydale *NOT* because of you, but because of me. I'm not going to stay where I'm not wanted."
When Giles moved to stand up, Cordelia shook her head. "If you stand up I'm only going to hit you again." She warned seriously. "So when you get a clue, when you realize that everyone in the world has someone to share their life with but YOU, when you miss me so much that you can't eat, sleep, think or breath without seeing my face feel free to come to L.A and get me. I only hope for YOUR sake that it's not too late."
She pointed at Spike. "If I wait until sunset will you give me a ride back to L.A?"
"Over my dead body. . ." Giles protested.
"Okay FINE! When I show up red eyed on Angel's doorstep I'll let YOU explain to him why I've been crying!" Cordelai shot back. "I bet Wesley and Angel would LOVE that!"
"Sure ducks. I'd be glad to ride you anywhere you want to go. . ." Spike grinned wickedly.
"I don't think so Mr. Fangless Wonder." Xander growled. "I don't trust you. I'll give Cordy a lift back to L.A."
"I don't think that's a really brilliant idea either Xander." Cordelia declared haughtily. "As angry as I am with the male population, I might let out some road rage about the way you treated me. And I don't think any of us want to go there. Spike's safer than you are."
"Yeah. It's not wise to send a boy to do a man's job." Spike sneered. "I'll pick ya' up at sunset sweetheart."
"Don't call her that!" Giles snapped in irritation before turning back to where had been standing seconds ago. "Cordelia. . ." Was all Giles got out before Cordelia slammed the door between the two apartments.
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Angel Investigations
"Shh ducks."
"NO! Don't wanna 'shh!' I wanna be loud!"
"Come on be a good girl. . . ."
"But ish so much more funner to be a bad girl!" Came the fairly slurred reply, followed by loud, fairly off key singing.
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No one said it had to be real
But itsh gotta be shomeshing you can reach out and feewl now
It ain't right, it ain't fair
Cashtles fall in the shand and we fwade in de air
And the good girls go to hweaven,
But the bad girlsh go everywhere
Good girlsh go to heaven,
But the bad girls go everywhere
/b/i
"Bloody hell! The whining was bad enough. . ." Spike shook his peroxide blonde head back and forth. "But she's a Meatloaf fan!"
"Meatloaf's good. . . but Giles' tastier." Cordelia leered as she stumbled over her own two feet.
"Luv. Feel free not to tell me that." Spike groaned easing her into the elevator. Actually he had to give the former cheerleader credit. It had taken an all night pub crawl to bring her to this disgusting state. And she'd be feeling it in the morning.
Cordelia twisted sinuously against Spike's grip, her entire body boneless, until she was practically draped over his arm, peering up at him owlishly. "Don't call me Luv. *HE* calls me that. I hate *HIM*!"
"I know pet. I know." Spike sighed as the elevator came to a stop at Peaches' apartment. "Last stop pet."
"Not my place. Lesh go to anudder pub." Cordelia pouted. Everything had a pretty soft look about it.
"No more pubs. You got us kicked out of the last three."
"Did not. How wash I shupposed to know there was no dancin' on the pool tables?"
Spike groaned and knocked on the steel door of Angel's apartment. "You just stay right here pet, I'll be seeing you." The last thing he wanted was to face his pissy sire and explain why he'd gotten the girl falling down drunk.
"NO!" Cordelia complained. "SPHIKE! COME BACK! COME BACK SPHIKE!"
When Angel yanked open the door forcefully, Cordelia stumbled forward and would have hit the floor were it not for Angel's quick reflexes.
Hauling his seer up, Angel took one look into her bleary eyes, and could see that she'd be sick as a dog in the morning. "SPIKE!"
"Heya Peaches."
"What the hell did you do to Cordelia?"
"Well. . . " Spike placed his head on his fist in an imitation of Rodin's 'The Thinker'. "We started out with dinner. And then moved on to wine, then there was the next logical step which was of course vodka, and then I had to introduce the chit to the wonders of 'body shots' to think a girl's lived 19 years without ever having a vampire lick salt off of her."
Angel gritted out. "Is there any particular reason you got my underage assistant drunk off her ass?"
"Not off my ass!" Cordelia protested. "I wash on my ash!" She pointed an accusing finger at Spike. "He dropped me!"
"Cordelia. I think you should go to sleep now." Angel motioned Spike to follow them into his apartment.
"Don' wanna." Cordelia pouted.
"Yes. It's time for sleep."
"No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no NOOOO! Can't make me!"
Angel rolled his eyes heavenward.
"And I thought she was a pain in the arse SOBER." Spike laughed.
"Get her the hangover cure I used to give you." Angel muttered. "Miss A.A Queen is about to have a nice cool shower."
At the mention of a shower, Cordelia perked up slightly. "Gonna get nekkid?"
"No."
"You're no fun!" She peered around Angel's broad shoulder to Spike. "Spikey-poo will get nekkid with me."
"Yeah Peaches. You get the tomato juice, I'll take care of the little vixen." Spike began working on the buttons of his shirt.
"I have a stake and I know how to use it Spike!" Angel snarled.
"It's only fair Poof! I got to see *her* naked. I'm just engaging in a little equal opportunity."
"I bet Spike's stake is biggern yours!"
Angel set Cordelia down. "Cordelia. You have ten seconds to get in the shower with the water on ice cold. If you don't I'm going to just stick your head in the toilet."
"EEWWW!" Cordelia jerked away from Angel and headed carefully and deliberately to the bathroom.
Angel returned to his kitchen to find Spike pouring tomato juice into a tall glass and setting it next to a large bottle of Evian and a handful of aspirin. "How did you happen to see Cordelia naked?" He asked conversationally placing his hand on a crossbow.
"Give it up Peaches. I didn't take advantage of 'er." Spike grinned evilly. "A lot of people saw her naked today."
"EXCUSE ME?"
"OH yeah. A bleedin' room full." Spike nodded. "Full house. And you know how her butt looks in one of those skirts? Well let me tell you. . .you really *could* bounce a quarter off it."
"I'm going to stake you." Angel growled, slipping into game face. "And then scatter your ashes at a Backstreet Boys concert."
"That's cold man." Spike shuddered. "Look you bloody ponce. None of this was *MY* fault." Spike said with the confidence that being innocent of any wrongdoing for the first time in forever gave him. "It was the watcher. He shagged her and tossed her aside. When I picked her up she was sobbin' her eyes out. You know I hate that in a chit. So I took her out and got her toasted." He cocked his head to one side, grinning as Cordelia sang in the shower. "And she's not cryin' anymore."
"What do you mean Giles 'tossed her aside'?"
"She came into his apartment like a naked bat out of hell, and yelled at him for making her wake up alone. Then he said something about her being too young, and she cleaned his clock." Spike's grin was huge. "You shoulda seen her standin' over him. She looked like a valkyrie. Wish I had a video camera!"
"That doesn't sound like Giles." Angel scowled. He had believed that the other man cared for Cordelia.
"What? Pissy? Repressed? Blind? Witless?"
Before Angel could say anything more, a wet, bedraggled Cordelia emerged from the bathroom wearing a fluffy white terrycloth robe, her complexion pale enough to match.
"Come on Pet. I made you one of Peaches' patented hangover cures." Spike patted a kitchen chair. "You've got to finish everything off. All the aspirin, all the tomato juice, and all the water."
"Don' wanna." Cordelia protested, feeling her stomach churning already.
"I know Pet. But trust me." Spike smiled.
"Cordelia, what happened?" Angel took a seat across from her at the small table where they'd spent so many hours talking.
"He doesn't want me." Cordelia declared sadly. "Nobody does." She lifted the glass of tomato juice to her lips and took gingerly sips. "Thought Giles was different."
"Cordelia. . . "
"Don't wanna talk about it Angel. Just wanna go to sleep." She shrugged. "It only hurts when you don't expect to wake up alone."
Once she'd finished everything Spike and Angel set out for her, Angel carried her to bed, and tucked her beneath the covers.
When he came out of the bedroom, he found Spike sprawled on the sofa. "Who said you could take the sofa?"
"Cause I'm a guest, and you're a ponce." Spike needled. "You never would have gotten your seer back in one piece tonight if it weren't for me."
"Shut up and go to sleep Spike." Angel growled, pulling a few cushions off the sofa and making his bed on the floor.
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Author: Hayley
email: Lamb@traverse.com
Summary: Giles' visit to Los Angeles has interesting consequences.
Rating: R-some naughty language, and some nudity. . . .all the good things in life.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. All the toys you see before you have been borrowed from the all mighty Joss.I just take them out and play with them. *yay me* Don't sue.
Feedback: Oh pretty please? Have you hugged your author today?
Distribution: You may put it wherever you desire and I'll be thrilled about it. Just let me know where so I can send all my friends there to check it out.
Spoilers: Most of Angel, and some of Buffy. . . . nothing too specific or earth shattering.
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The first thing Cordelia noticed as her body stretched languidly into wakefulness was that she was alone. Her entire body went taut as she pushed herself up in the bed, her hands automatically going to her stomach, thankful to find it still flat.
Giles had left her alone. Even after knowing everything that happened the last time she woke up alone, he'd left her. Son of a bitch.
"This is why I hate men with a pulse Phantom Dennis." Refusing to wallow in self pity, Cordelia pulled on a long midnight blue satin robe, and pinned up her hair.
Moving to the bathroom she hopped in and out of the shower, and brushed her teeth.
Once she was downstairs, she could hear the sound of the Scoobies coming from Giles' apartment, and a tiny little devil whispered in her ear. If Giles thought he could just ignore what happened between them. . . .If he thought she would LET him ignore what happened between them he was seriously delusional.
Not giving herself time to re-think her idea, Cordelia dropped her robe, and opened the door seperating the two apartments.
"Oh Rupert my love? I think I left my clothes over here last night." She cooed walking directly into the livingroom stark naked. She walked directly past Buffy, Willow and Tara who were speechless. And past the chair where Xander's eyes seemed to bulge out of his head. Spike was generous enough to offer a standing ovation, but it was Giles' reaction that made it all worth it.
Wide eyed, he practically leapt over the counter dividing the kitchen from the livingroom. "Cordelia!" He snagged the afghan off the back of the couch and approached her with it.
"Guess I didn't leave my clothes here after all." She side stepped Giles, and turned, her head held high. "Thanks for the good shag Rupert. But I think I've had enough of Sunnydale for a while."
One of Giles' hands whipped out, caught her arm and hauled her back against his chest, ignoring the rapt audience. Quickly he wrapped the blanket around her body, and shook her at the same time. "What's gotten into you?"
"You!"
Spike leaned over and nudged Willow. "This is better than Passions."
"Cordelia. . . .I understand how you're feeling right now. But the spell is broken. You're young. . .you've got plenty of time to find someone more appropriate. . ."
Everyone was stunned when Cordelia's fist connected with his jaw, sending the watcher sprawling on the floor.
"First off, let me tell you something you arrogant bastard! I don't like being told how I 'feel'. If you had any idea how I felt you wouldn't have left my bed this morning. If you had any idea how I felt you wouldn't be acting like such an ageist right now. Secondly, I'm leaving Sunnydale *NOT* because of you, but because of me. I'm not going to stay where I'm not wanted."
When Giles moved to stand up, Cordelia shook her head. "If you stand up I'm only going to hit you again." She warned seriously. "So when you get a clue, when you realize that everyone in the world has someone to share their life with but YOU, when you miss me so much that you can't eat, sleep, think or breath without seeing my face feel free to come to L.A and get me. I only hope for YOUR sake that it's not too late."
She pointed at Spike. "If I wait until sunset will you give me a ride back to L.A?"
"Over my dead body. . ." Giles protested.
"Okay FINE! When I show up red eyed on Angel's doorstep I'll let YOU explain to him why I've been crying!" Cordelai shot back. "I bet Wesley and Angel would LOVE that!"
"Sure ducks. I'd be glad to ride you anywhere you want to go. . ." Spike grinned wickedly.
"I don't think so Mr. Fangless Wonder." Xander growled. "I don't trust you. I'll give Cordy a lift back to L.A."
"I don't think that's a really brilliant idea either Xander." Cordelia declared haughtily. "As angry as I am with the male population, I might let out some road rage about the way you treated me. And I don't think any of us want to go there. Spike's safer than you are."
"Yeah. It's not wise to send a boy to do a man's job." Spike sneered. "I'll pick ya' up at sunset sweetheart."
"Don't call her that!" Giles snapped in irritation before turning back to where had been standing seconds ago. "Cordelia. . ." Was all Giles got out before Cordelia slammed the door between the two apartments.
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Angel Investigations
"Shh ducks."
"NO! Don't wanna 'shh!' I wanna be loud!"
"Come on be a good girl. . . ."
"But ish so much more funner to be a bad girl!" Came the fairly slurred reply, followed by loud, fairly off key singing.
bi
No one said it had to be real
But itsh gotta be shomeshing you can reach out and feewl now
It ain't right, it ain't fair
Cashtles fall in the shand and we fwade in de air
And the good girls go to hweaven,
But the bad girlsh go everywhere
Good girlsh go to heaven,
But the bad girls go everywhere
/b/i
"Bloody hell! The whining was bad enough. . ." Spike shook his peroxide blonde head back and forth. "But she's a Meatloaf fan!"
"Meatloaf's good. . . but Giles' tastier." Cordelia leered as she stumbled over her own two feet.
"Luv. Feel free not to tell me that." Spike groaned easing her into the elevator. Actually he had to give the former cheerleader credit. It had taken an all night pub crawl to bring her to this disgusting state. And she'd be feeling it in the morning.
Cordelia twisted sinuously against Spike's grip, her entire body boneless, until she was practically draped over his arm, peering up at him owlishly. "Don't call me Luv. *HE* calls me that. I hate *HIM*!"
"I know pet. I know." Spike sighed as the elevator came to a stop at Peaches' apartment. "Last stop pet."
"Not my place. Lesh go to anudder pub." Cordelia pouted. Everything had a pretty soft look about it.
"No more pubs. You got us kicked out of the last three."
"Did not. How wash I shupposed to know there was no dancin' on the pool tables?"
Spike groaned and knocked on the steel door of Angel's apartment. "You just stay right here pet, I'll be seeing you." The last thing he wanted was to face his pissy sire and explain why he'd gotten the girl falling down drunk.
"NO!" Cordelia complained. "SPHIKE! COME BACK! COME BACK SPHIKE!"
When Angel yanked open the door forcefully, Cordelia stumbled forward and would have hit the floor were it not for Angel's quick reflexes.
Hauling his seer up, Angel took one look into her bleary eyes, and could see that she'd be sick as a dog in the morning. "SPIKE!"
"Heya Peaches."
"What the hell did you do to Cordelia?"
"Well. . . " Spike placed his head on his fist in an imitation of Rodin's 'The Thinker'. "We started out with dinner. And then moved on to wine, then there was the next logical step which was of course vodka, and then I had to introduce the chit to the wonders of 'body shots' to think a girl's lived 19 years without ever having a vampire lick salt off of her."
Angel gritted out. "Is there any particular reason you got my underage assistant drunk off her ass?"
"Not off my ass!" Cordelia protested. "I wash on my ash!" She pointed an accusing finger at Spike. "He dropped me!"
"Cordelia. I think you should go to sleep now." Angel motioned Spike to follow them into his apartment.
"Don' wanna." Cordelia pouted.
"Yes. It's time for sleep."
"No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no NOOOO! Can't make me!"
Angel rolled his eyes heavenward.
"And I thought she was a pain in the arse SOBER." Spike laughed.
"Get her the hangover cure I used to give you." Angel muttered. "Miss A.A Queen is about to have a nice cool shower."
At the mention of a shower, Cordelia perked up slightly. "Gonna get nekkid?"
"No."
"You're no fun!" She peered around Angel's broad shoulder to Spike. "Spikey-poo will get nekkid with me."
"Yeah Peaches. You get the tomato juice, I'll take care of the little vixen." Spike began working on the buttons of his shirt.
"I have a stake and I know how to use it Spike!" Angel snarled.
"It's only fair Poof! I got to see *her* naked. I'm just engaging in a little equal opportunity."
"I bet Spike's stake is biggern yours!"
Angel set Cordelia down. "Cordelia. You have ten seconds to get in the shower with the water on ice cold. If you don't I'm going to just stick your head in the toilet."
"EEWWW!" Cordelia jerked away from Angel and headed carefully and deliberately to the bathroom.
Angel returned to his kitchen to find Spike pouring tomato juice into a tall glass and setting it next to a large bottle of Evian and a handful of aspirin. "How did you happen to see Cordelia naked?" He asked conversationally placing his hand on a crossbow.
"Give it up Peaches. I didn't take advantage of 'er." Spike grinned evilly. "A lot of people saw her naked today."
"EXCUSE ME?"
"OH yeah. A bleedin' room full." Spike nodded. "Full house. And you know how her butt looks in one of those skirts? Well let me tell you. . .you really *could* bounce a quarter off it."
"I'm going to stake you." Angel growled, slipping into game face. "And then scatter your ashes at a Backstreet Boys concert."
"That's cold man." Spike shuddered. "Look you bloody ponce. None of this was *MY* fault." Spike said with the confidence that being innocent of any wrongdoing for the first time in forever gave him. "It was the watcher. He shagged her and tossed her aside. When I picked her up she was sobbin' her eyes out. You know I hate that in a chit. So I took her out and got her toasted." He cocked his head to one side, grinning as Cordelia sang in the shower. "And she's not cryin' anymore."
"What do you mean Giles 'tossed her aside'?"
"She came into his apartment like a naked bat out of hell, and yelled at him for making her wake up alone. Then he said something about her being too young, and she cleaned his clock." Spike's grin was huge. "You shoulda seen her standin' over him. She looked like a valkyrie. Wish I had a video camera!"
"That doesn't sound like Giles." Angel scowled. He had believed that the other man cared for Cordelia.
"What? Pissy? Repressed? Blind? Witless?"
Before Angel could say anything more, a wet, bedraggled Cordelia emerged from the bathroom wearing a fluffy white terrycloth robe, her complexion pale enough to match.
"Come on Pet. I made you one of Peaches' patented hangover cures." Spike patted a kitchen chair. "You've got to finish everything off. All the aspirin, all the tomato juice, and all the water."
"Don' wanna." Cordelia protested, feeling her stomach churning already.
"I know Pet. But trust me." Spike smiled.
"Cordelia, what happened?" Angel took a seat across from her at the small table where they'd spent so many hours talking.
"He doesn't want me." Cordelia declared sadly. "Nobody does." She lifted the glass of tomato juice to her lips and took gingerly sips. "Thought Giles was different."
"Cordelia. . . "
"Don't wanna talk about it Angel. Just wanna go to sleep." She shrugged. "It only hurts when you don't expect to wake up alone."
Once she'd finished everything Spike and Angel set out for her, Angel carried her to bed, and tucked her beneath the covers.
When he came out of the bedroom, he found Spike sprawled on the sofa. "Who said you could take the sofa?"
"Cause I'm a guest, and you're a ponce." Spike needled. "You never would have gotten your seer back in one piece tonight if it weren't for me."
"Shut up and go to sleep Spike." Angel growled, pulling a few cushions off the sofa and making his bed on the floor.
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