part 3
Sunday, 11 pm
London England
Cordelia arrived at the airport, and looked around. No Doyle. She
wasn't sure whether to cry now or later, and decided to sit and wait
for him instead. She'd spent too many hourse on a cramped airplane,
listening to one screaming baby and another screaming two year old
for most of those hours. She wanted sleep, she wanted the man she
loved, and not necessarily in that order. She collapsed into a chair,
too tired to even attempt to find her luggage. Her last thought
before she drifted off was, *I hope he's okay. But then again, if
he's not dead already, I'm gonna kill him.*
Doyle ran down the terminal walkway, nearly missing a head-on
collision with one of those little golf-carts that carried people
around. The stupid driver had pulled out in front of him, and then
had the nerve to yell at him about it! He glanced at his watch, and
groaned as he saw he was now fifteen minutes late. According to the
arrival computers, her plan had been on time. "She's gonna kill me."
He came to a stop at her gate, and glanced around for a minute before
he saw her. His expression softened immediately. *Damn I missed her.
She looks more beautiful than I remembered.* He approached her
softly, not wanting to disturb her peaceful sleep just yet. He wanted
to enjoy the moment before she opened her eyes and started screaming
at him.
Cordelia sensed him nearby, maybe it was that cheap cologne he
insisted on wearing. Not that she minded it, she'd come to associate
that smell with Doyle. She kept her eyes closed, waiting until she
heard him come to a stop in front of her. He brushed her hair back
from her face and she snapped her eyes open. She giggled at the look
of fear she saw in his eyes. She loved it when men had a healthy fear
of Queen C.
She decided to catch him by surprise though. She leapt to her feet,
and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him passionately. She
sighed as he wrapped his arms around her, returning the kiss. Three
weeks was two long to be away from the half-man/half-demon that she
loved.
She broke the kiss and punched him in the gut then. "I'm mad at you,"
she frowned at the doubled-over man in front of her. "I flew all this
way, and you couldn't even meet me on time?"
"Cordelia--" Doyle started, but she cut him off.
"No, Doyle!" she yelled, not caring if she was making a scene. "I've
missed you so much. I worry every minute of every day, wondering if
I'll ever see you again. And then I get here, and I'm so happy,
because I'm finally going to. But you're not here. And do you know
what my first thought is? That you've finally messed with the wrong
demon, and I'll never--" she choked on the thought. Too many hours on
the miserable plane, too many weeks away from him, she didn't have
the energy to be mad anymore. She went willingly into his
outstretched arms.
"It's okay, Darlin'," Doyle soothed her. "I had to make sure Charlie
was prepared for patrolling alone tonight. And I lost track of time,
but there's no excuse. I'm sorry."
"It's okay," she replied. "Just take me home." She smiled at him
then, "We've got a lot lost time to make up for."
Doyle grinned back, "You don't have to ask me twice." He then pulled
her in the direction of the baggage claims area as quickly as he
could move.
************
Sunday 3 am
"Spiiike," Drusilla called from the bedroom. Spike looked up from
where he was sitting at a table in the den, and smiled at her as she
exited to find him. *I suppose she is feeling neglected* he mused.
"Spike!" Drusilla yelled, as he didn't reply. He looked up again and
saw her frowning at him.
Spike chuckled and held his arms out to her. She smiled happily and
moved onto his lap, kissing him. "Sorry, Pet," he said. "You bored?"
"I want to go out and play," Drusilla pouted. "We haven't gone
hunting together in so long. I thought that when you got back we'd
have some fun. But no, you're staring at that stupid book. You've got
the ring, what else do you need"
"I just need to find out everything I can about it," Spike
replied. "You know that the Watcher, Slayer, and the rest will be
ready for us. I don't want them to have the advantage this time."
"You've got the ring," Drusilla repeated stubbornly. "You... we have
the advantage now. We're not there anyway, though, we're here. So
let's go hunt some beautiful girl. Haven't you missed that?"
"I suppose I 'ave, Luv," Spike smiled and kissed her again,
passionately, wrapping his arms around her waist. She broke the kiss,
and shifted into gameface, saying, "I'm hungry."
"So am I," Spike growled, in full gameface himself. He moved his
hands up from her waist to her breasts, squeezing gently, as he
kissed and nipped at her neck.
She laughed and swatted his hands away, standing up. "First we hunt.
Then we play," she said with a dazzling smile before darting off into
the night.
"If I catch you first, we'll have to change the order of those
events," Spike said and followed after her.
********
Sunday, 11 pm
London England
Cordelia arrived at the airport, and looked around. No Doyle. She
wasn't sure whether to cry now or later, and decided to sit and wait
for him instead. She'd spent too many hourse on a cramped airplane,
listening to one screaming baby and another screaming two year old
for most of those hours. She wanted sleep, she wanted the man she
loved, and not necessarily in that order. She collapsed into a chair,
too tired to even attempt to find her luggage. Her last thought
before she drifted off was, *I hope he's okay. But then again, if
he's not dead already, I'm gonna kill him.*
Doyle ran down the terminal walkway, nearly missing a head-on
collision with one of those little golf-carts that carried people
around. The stupid driver had pulled out in front of him, and then
had the nerve to yell at him about it! He glanced at his watch, and
groaned as he saw he was now fifteen minutes late. According to the
arrival computers, her plan had been on time. "She's gonna kill me."
He came to a stop at her gate, and glanced around for a minute before
he saw her. His expression softened immediately. *Damn I missed her.
She looks more beautiful than I remembered.* He approached her
softly, not wanting to disturb her peaceful sleep just yet. He wanted
to enjoy the moment before she opened her eyes and started screaming
at him.
Cordelia sensed him nearby, maybe it was that cheap cologne he
insisted on wearing. Not that she minded it, she'd come to associate
that smell with Doyle. She kept her eyes closed, waiting until she
heard him come to a stop in front of her. He brushed her hair back
from her face and she snapped her eyes open. She giggled at the look
of fear she saw in his eyes. She loved it when men had a healthy fear
of Queen C.
She decided to catch him by surprise though. She leapt to her feet,
and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him passionately. She
sighed as he wrapped his arms around her, returning the kiss. Three
weeks was two long to be away from the half-man/half-demon that she
loved.
She broke the kiss and punched him in the gut then. "I'm mad at you,"
she frowned at the doubled-over man in front of her. "I flew all this
way, and you couldn't even meet me on time?"
"Cordelia--" Doyle started, but she cut him off.
"No, Doyle!" she yelled, not caring if she was making a scene. "I've
missed you so much. I worry every minute of every day, wondering if
I'll ever see you again. And then I get here, and I'm so happy,
because I'm finally going to. But you're not here. And do you know
what my first thought is? That you've finally messed with the wrong
demon, and I'll never--" she choked on the thought. Too many hours on
the miserable plane, too many weeks away from him, she didn't have
the energy to be mad anymore. She went willingly into his
outstretched arms.
"It's okay, Darlin'," Doyle soothed her. "I had to make sure Charlie
was prepared for patrolling alone tonight. And I lost track of time,
but there's no excuse. I'm sorry."
"It's okay," she replied. "Just take me home." She smiled at him
then, "We've got a lot lost time to make up for."
Doyle grinned back, "You don't have to ask me twice." He then pulled
her in the direction of the baggage claims area as quickly as he
could move.
************
Sunday 3 am
"Spiiike," Drusilla called from the bedroom. Spike looked up from
where he was sitting at a table in the den, and smiled at her as she
exited to find him. *I suppose she is feeling neglected* he mused.
"Spike!" Drusilla yelled, as he didn't reply. He looked up again and
saw her frowning at him.
Spike chuckled and held his arms out to her. She smiled happily and
moved onto his lap, kissing him. "Sorry, Pet," he said. "You bored?"
"I want to go out and play," Drusilla pouted. "We haven't gone
hunting together in so long. I thought that when you got back we'd
have some fun. But no, you're staring at that stupid book. You've got
the ring, what else do you need"
"I just need to find out everything I can about it," Spike
replied. "You know that the Watcher, Slayer, and the rest will be
ready for us. I don't want them to have the advantage this time."
"You've got the ring," Drusilla repeated stubbornly. "You... we have
the advantage now. We're not there anyway, though, we're here. So
let's go hunt some beautiful girl. Haven't you missed that?"
"I suppose I 'ave, Luv," Spike smiled and kissed her again,
passionately, wrapping his arms around her waist. She broke the kiss,
and shifted into gameface, saying, "I'm hungry."
"So am I," Spike growled, in full gameface himself. He moved his
hands up from her waist to her breasts, squeezing gently, as he
kissed and nipped at her neck.
She laughed and swatted his hands away, standing up. "First we hunt.
Then we play," she said with a dazzling smile before darting off into
the night.
"If I catch you first, we'll have to change the order of those
events," Spike said and followed after her.
********