Part 6
Last part! Last part. Bit sad, really. But, if I get lots of lovely feedback, I may just be inspired to write more. Heck, I'll probably do that anyway, but feedback really helps.
Hope everyone enjoyed this! Back to college for Katharine, but I shall keep up with the writing. Just not as often.
Rating: R
"Nothing But the Whole Truth"
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The way Cordy saw it, she had two options. One, warn Angel that she was on the verge of throwing herself at him. If she did that, she might have to explain her feelings. Bad idea. Two, run away before he took her somewhere they'd be alone and she might embarrass herself by throwing herself at him. She was in serious need of a third option. Unfortunately, she couldn't seem to do anything but allow him to lead her away from Caritas, where she could still hear Spike and the Host singing up a storm.
Angel had no idea where he was taking her, or what had possessed him to just suddenly grab her. He hadn't even planned out what he was going to say, so there was a large chance that he would either turn into a blabbering idiot and scare her away, or run out of words and make her laugh at him. His subconscious just wouldn't allow for the possibility that she might feel something towards him. But, he just had to get this off his chest. Particularly now that he didn't have to worry about the soul issue. It was funny, all the time that he had been with Buffy, he had sworn that as soon as his soul was anchored, he would go back to her, and spend the rest of her life, and a good deal of his unlife, by her side. He still felt that way - that is, if you substituted the word 'Buffy' for 'Cordelia'. Buffy hadn't even really crossed his mind.
After a minute, he realised that he'd taken her back to where he had his car parked. She managed to extract herself from his grip, and turned to face him, her back to the car, arms crossed.
"Uh, so, I guess we need to talk..." she left the sentence dangling, mainly because she couldn't think of anything else to say.
"Yeah, we, uh..." Angel stood in front of her, trying to work up the courage to express himself. He had contemplated the various reactions he might get from her far too thoroughly, and had convinced himself that the most likely would be laughter, followed by a restraining order.
Cordelia checked her nails, brushed the creases out of her skirt, and cleared her throat. Angel stared over her shoulder at the paintwork of his car, and shuffled his feet a little. After a minute of uncomfortable silence, each one trying to occasionally look at the other without catching their eye, they both looked up at the same time.
"Cordelia, I have to tell you something." Cordelia thought that she was about to scream. He was using his 'this is very, very serious' tone of voice. That was it, she had to tell him how she felt before he said something that would make it impossible for her to follow. In a sudden burst of courage, and in a somewhat shaky voice, only partly due to the cold, she interrupted.
"Angel, I have to say something too. And, please don't start laughing, or walk away in horror in the middle, just... just let me get it out." He nodded, worried by her tone. "Over the last couple of months, well, longer really, I've started to have these... feelings. Feelings that aren't really appropriate in the workplace. And I've wanted to say something, but it just seems so stupid. Then Spike," she smiled. "Spike, of all people, called me on it within an hour of his arriving here. He's always had a knack for saying the most horribly true things, hasn't he? He really is insightful in a bad, sees all your flaws way. Anyway," she caught herself wandering off topic, "Spike pointed out to me that I had been flirting with a particular person in the office for as long as he'd been here, and I realised, although the flirting seemed to be one sided to me, I just had to tell the other person. Because... because I think it may be more than a crush. I think... I love him?" she finished apprehensively, leaving it for Angel to interpret.
Angel was crushed. "Well, I... I hope you and Gunn will be very happy together, but..." He wanted to do nothing more than beat Gunn to a bloody pulp around now. Cordelia was... laughing?
"I'm not in love with Gunn! Geez, can you imagine? And Spike hasn't even met Gunn." That was true. But who could it... Angel thought through the possibilities. It wasn't Gunn, Spike hadn't met Wesley, David Nabbit? No, that was pushing it. So, it only left... Cordelia gave him a small, scared smile. She couldn't really read his expression- it could be shock, disgust, pretty much anything. "I'm not in love with Wesley, either, and I'm certainly not in love with Spike. I think... well, it's you, you big lug," she said affectionately, and waited for a response. When none came, she was on the verge of tears. "Emotions, laid out, heart on sleeve? Please say something?"
Angel had run out of words. And he'd always thought that actions spoke louder, so... oh hell, why not? He leaned forward, and pressed his lips against hers. She stood bolt upright, in shock and confusion. Maybe this was one of her dreams, and soon she'd wake up, and... he gently pulled away, and looked very embarrassed. She hadn't responded at all, and he was beginning to wonder if he'd misunderstood her. Not that there was much to misunderstand, but...
When he had stood back a little, she stared at him, then pinched her arm, hard. So hard that it made her yelp from the pain. He was still standing there, looking at her as if she'd lost her mind, and was very dangerous.
"Just checking," she said in a husky voice, before flinging herself back into his arms, and kissing him hard. He was at first stunned, but not for long. He wrapped his arms around her waist, as she played with the hair at the nape of his neck. Pulling away a little, he kissed her lightly a few times, then ran his tongue along her bottom lip. Her mouth opened, and they began to kiss even more passionately than before, tongues exploring each other's mouth. He pushed her backwards against the car, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he continued to kiss her and twist his fingers in her hair. As he felt her writhing against him, wanting more, he pulled away as reality set back in.
"We can't do this..." he started. She looked very disappointed, but nodded slowly in agreement, unwrapping herself from him to sit on the bonnet of the car, and trying to get her breathing steady.
"I know, we can't do anything, because of your soul. And, no matter how much I want to, I really don't think I could handle Angelus running free, trying to kill us all, and I understand if you don't feel the same as I do, but..." he silenced her with another light kiss, keeping his hand firmly about her waist.
"Would you let me finish?" he asked, smiling. "I was going to say, we can't do this. Here. We could be arrested." She stared at him in bewilderment.
"But... but your soul..."
"My soul's permanent, Cordy. That was what I was going to tell you. I was also going to tell you that I thought I loved you too. Now, I'm sure." He felt positively elated being able to tell her this. It was like a great weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He thought he had been happy when Wesley had told him first, but that had been nothing compared to this feeling. If his soul hadn't been permanent, he'd have lost it just by looking at the expression on her face.
Cordelia worked through various different emotions. There was shock, disbelief, surprise, and complete and utter delight. She had never thought that there was any chance that Angel could slightly return her feelings, let alone love her, and be able to have a proper relationship with her. She grinned up at him, fighting back tears. He was still smiling at her, something so unusual that it made her feel incredibly special and... aroused, really.
"But... but how?"
"I'll explain later. But first, I am going to take you back to your apartment, and make love to you all night long." He leaned down and kissed her again, opened the passenger door of the car for her, and very nearly ran round to the driver's side. Now, if he could just concentrate on getting back to her apartment block...
* * *
After nearly causing several accidents when she distracted Angel, and beginning to believe in miracles since they hadn't been stopped for speeding, Cordy fumbled for the door key in her purse, while almost passing out with pleasure as Angel kissed her neck. Normally, if a vampire was anywhere near her neck, she would scream and run, but all she could feel were erotic tingling sensations spreading throughout her body. Oh, to hell with the door keys.
"Dennis! Let me in, damnit!" she yelled in desperation, as Angel kissed his way back up to her mouth. He picked her up as the door swung open, and carried her straight throught the living room and into her bedroom. She looked in horror at the unmade bed, and clothes strewn about the room, but he didn't seem to notice. He set her down on the bed, and she quickly kicked some of the dirty laundry that was lying near her underneath it.
Sitting on the bed, she reached out for Angel, who was just standing at the end. She pulled him down on top of her, sliding the trench coat off his shoulders as he managed to unhook her bra through her dress. Quickly unbuttoning his shirt, she threw that too across the room, as he reached down to pull the dress over her head. Cordelia was usually incredibly confident when it came to her appearance, but she felt uncharacteristically shy. That was, until he took her bra right off, and started kissing and caressing her breasts. Then, all she could feel was intense ecstasy. She ran her fingers over his shoulders, tracing the lines of the tattoo that had always fascinated her, the few times that she'd seen it. She ran her fingers down his back, until she reached the belt of his trousers. Reaching between them, she undid the belt, and unhooked the button and pulled down the zip. He helped her, kicking both his trousers and boxers off. He slid her panties down her legs, and threw those too off the bed. They were both very aware that they were both very naked. Cordelia pressed herself against him, gasping at the size of him, and he kissed her tenderly.
"I love you," he whispered.
"Mmm, love you too, but I'm dying here!" she said, her frustration showing through. Angel softly laughed, and reached over to switch off the main light. A romantic glow was cast over them, and lit up the room as their bodies entwined.
* * *
They both awoke the next morning to the sounds of crashing, and a muffled "Bugger!". This set their minds at rest, as they knew that it could only be one person. Angel turned over, to find Cordy looking into his eyes.
"Morning," he murmured, kissing her gently.
"Hi... Angel, last night, it was... incredible." She smiled at him.
"It was amazing for me, too. I love you so much." Before things could get any more serious, they heard another crash from the next room, and another string of colourful expletives. Cordy got up, and slipped on her dressing gown.
"My God, I am so going to stake him! What the hell is he doing to my home?" She opened her door carefully, checking to see that there wasn't any direct sunlight. Luckily, her curtains had been drawn the night before, because she had never even thought of that in the middle of everything. She blinked, looking around for the cause of the noises.
Sure enough, there was Spike, standing in the kitchen, trying to restack things into the cupboards he'd very nearly demolished. She coughed. Looking around, he saw her staring expectantly at him, waiting for an explanation.
"Oh, 'ello, love. Didn't hear you get back last night." He leaned towards her, looking at her throat. "So, who's the lucky feller? Last bloke I saw you with was Angel, and we all know that he doesn't get much action. Which you obviously did." Looking down at her neck, she saw that she had a huge, glaring hickey. She pulled the robe tighter around her.
"That, Mr Sinatra, is none of your business. And where were you, after your little concert last night? Hook up with the Host, did you?" He narrowed his eyes.
"You're just jealous that I'm so exceptionally marvellous at everything. And if you could hear anything over the groaning of your own bed, you might have noticed that you weren't the only one who got some last night." He grinned lasciviously at her, and she exhaled with disgust.
"You are disgusting. And you sleep on the sofa. There is no way any self respecting woman would sleep... wait, there is no way any woman at all would have sex with you at all."
"Au contraire, my love, I had women positively throwing themselves at me last night. I had quite the pick. Since Angel pissed off elsewhere last night, I thought that he wouldn't mind me using his room." As if on cue, the door of aforementioned room creaked open. Cordelia looked around, and was suddenly frozen in shock.
"Cordelia? What are you doing here?" asked the woman.
"I live here. This is my apartment. You've been here before." she stuttered out through the horror.
"Oh, yes. Looks different when it's dark, and you have a gorgeous man wrapped around you. I suppose you wouldn't know," she added spitefully. Cordelia went to correct her, just as Angel wandered out of her bedroom in just his boxers.
"Cordelia, what is... Kate? What are you doing here?"
"Pick of all the women, huh, Spike? Nice choice!" Cordy said sarcastically.
Spike couldn't decide what he wanted to comment on first. "Know them, do you, pet?" Kate slowly edged towards Spike. Cordelia noticed that Kate was wearing one of the nice new shirts that she and Spike had bought. What a waste.
"Yeah, but I don't like them. That one's dangerous... he's, he's not like us."
Cordy tried very hard not to laugh, as Angel looked on in faint amusement. "I think Spike needs to hear it, Kate. Tell him," she prompted.
"He's... he's a vampire!" she said dramatically. Spike nearly fell over laughing. "What? We need to stay away, he'd dangerous!" That just incited another peal of laughter.
"Yeah, yeah, sure, the huge poofter's such a danger to mankind. Particularly since his soul's been anchored," he grinned as he saw the 'you knew?!' looks on Cordy and Angel's faces. "I intercepted a phone call from the Watcher fairy. He told me, after I threatened him for a bit. Seems that he noticed the sexual tension," he leered at them, "between you quite some time ago. He thought I should know about the soul anchorage in case you slept together, and I tried to kill you thinking you were all evil and stuff. Yeah right, like I'd be around long enough to try.
"And sweetheart," he turned to Kate, "you'd be surprised at how much I know about vampires and creatures of the night. D'you think a human could hold their breath for that long?" He grinned suggestively at her as she started to back up. "'s alright, love, I don't bite. Any more. The great ballerina over there is my granddaddy. I'm 120 years old. No need to be scared, though. C'mon, you know you want me, really. It was quite good, last night, in my not-so-humble opinion..."
"Very good," she said, walking back towards him. She turned to Cordelia and Angel. "Is he really... safe?"
"As safe as a caged tiger, yeah, you could say so," Cordelia said, grinning at Spike, while still managing to be hostile towards Kate. Suddenly, Spike walked up to Kate, threw her over his shoulder, and walked back towards the bedroom with her, as Kate screamed, and also giggled.
"You two have fun now," he yelled. "And if anyone ever asks who got you two together, you know what you're going to say."
"Yeah, and I'll know who to say made you and Kate get it on at my speech at your wedding. Frank Sinatra and Jack Daniels!" Spike gave her the finger as he slammed the door shut. A couple of seconds later, moaning and giggling could be heard from the general direction. Cordy looked at Angel. He looked back.
"Looks like Spike has the right idea," he said, suddenly moving towards her. He scooped her up in his arms, and carried her back towards the bedroom. Laughing, she planted a kiss on his lips as he kicked the door closed.
"Because Spike is so full of good ideas. Quite the role model." Looking a little more serious, she continued. "Um, Angel, what we have... I know Buffy was the love of your life, and now you've got your soul..."
"I want nothing more than to spend the rest of time with you." He smiled reassuringly at her. Because it was completely and utterly true.
"Good answer," she said, a little choked, as tears rolled down her cheeks. "I love you. God, Spike is going to have an even huger ego if he thinks this is something he did."
Angel thought about it. "He might have helped a bit, but it was inevitable. I'd have had to say something sooner or later - it was killing me. By the way, apparently the Powers have some plan for him, working with us."
"The Host said something similar to me, before everything got incredibly raucous. Oh crap, that means that Spike'll be hanging around for a while. And maybe Kate. They seemed to really like each other."
"Looks that way."
"Well, you're aware that he'll beat you to near undeath if you're ever mean to me. He's very protective, for some reason. He nearly risked severe head trauma when this guy came onto me when we were shopping." She sniggered, and also felt good, when she saw the murderous expression on Angel's face. "Don't worry, I told the creep where to go."
"Good. Wesley promised that he'd hurt me a lot if I ever did anything wrong." She groaned.
"Did everyone see there was something between us before we did?"
He chuckled. "Probably. I'm just glad we finally worked it out; I know that I was about to lose my mind."
"It's only because you're really stupid, and didn't notice my varying degrees of cleavage. And the way we worked it out? I want to solve all our problems like that. Because that was...wow," he grinned in agreement. "In fact, I think I have a problem right now. In that, for people who've just got together, we're really not physically close enough." He grinned, and pushed her onto her back from where they'd been sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Let's see what we can do about that," He rolled on top of her, smiling, and they started to kiss again passionately. Suddenly, there was a huge creaking noise from next the other side of the apartment, followed by a crash and laughter.
"He'd broken the bed! I'm going to kill the little mmrf!" she was cut off as Angel kissed her again. "Maybe later."
FIN
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Last part! Last part. Bit sad, really. But, if I get lots of lovely feedback, I may just be inspired to write more. Heck, I'll probably do that anyway, but feedback really helps.
Hope everyone enjoyed this! Back to college for Katharine, but I shall keep up with the writing. Just not as often.
Rating: R
"Nothing But the Whole Truth"
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The way Cordy saw it, she had two options. One, warn Angel that she was on the verge of throwing herself at him. If she did that, she might have to explain her feelings. Bad idea. Two, run away before he took her somewhere they'd be alone and she might embarrass herself by throwing herself at him. She was in serious need of a third option. Unfortunately, she couldn't seem to do anything but allow him to lead her away from Caritas, where she could still hear Spike and the Host singing up a storm.
Angel had no idea where he was taking her, or what had possessed him to just suddenly grab her. He hadn't even planned out what he was going to say, so there was a large chance that he would either turn into a blabbering idiot and scare her away, or run out of words and make her laugh at him. His subconscious just wouldn't allow for the possibility that she might feel something towards him. But, he just had to get this off his chest. Particularly now that he didn't have to worry about the soul issue. It was funny, all the time that he had been with Buffy, he had sworn that as soon as his soul was anchored, he would go back to her, and spend the rest of her life, and a good deal of his unlife, by her side. He still felt that way - that is, if you substituted the word 'Buffy' for 'Cordelia'. Buffy hadn't even really crossed his mind.
After a minute, he realised that he'd taken her back to where he had his car parked. She managed to extract herself from his grip, and turned to face him, her back to the car, arms crossed.
"Uh, so, I guess we need to talk..." she left the sentence dangling, mainly because she couldn't think of anything else to say.
"Yeah, we, uh..." Angel stood in front of her, trying to work up the courage to express himself. He had contemplated the various reactions he might get from her far too thoroughly, and had convinced himself that the most likely would be laughter, followed by a restraining order.
Cordelia checked her nails, brushed the creases out of her skirt, and cleared her throat. Angel stared over her shoulder at the paintwork of his car, and shuffled his feet a little. After a minute of uncomfortable silence, each one trying to occasionally look at the other without catching their eye, they both looked up at the same time.
"Cordelia, I have to tell you something." Cordelia thought that she was about to scream. He was using his 'this is very, very serious' tone of voice. That was it, she had to tell him how she felt before he said something that would make it impossible for her to follow. In a sudden burst of courage, and in a somewhat shaky voice, only partly due to the cold, she interrupted.
"Angel, I have to say something too. And, please don't start laughing, or walk away in horror in the middle, just... just let me get it out." He nodded, worried by her tone. "Over the last couple of months, well, longer really, I've started to have these... feelings. Feelings that aren't really appropriate in the workplace. And I've wanted to say something, but it just seems so stupid. Then Spike," she smiled. "Spike, of all people, called me on it within an hour of his arriving here. He's always had a knack for saying the most horribly true things, hasn't he? He really is insightful in a bad, sees all your flaws way. Anyway," she caught herself wandering off topic, "Spike pointed out to me that I had been flirting with a particular person in the office for as long as he'd been here, and I realised, although the flirting seemed to be one sided to me, I just had to tell the other person. Because... because I think it may be more than a crush. I think... I love him?" she finished apprehensively, leaving it for Angel to interpret.
Angel was crushed. "Well, I... I hope you and Gunn will be very happy together, but..." He wanted to do nothing more than beat Gunn to a bloody pulp around now. Cordelia was... laughing?
"I'm not in love with Gunn! Geez, can you imagine? And Spike hasn't even met Gunn." That was true. But who could it... Angel thought through the possibilities. It wasn't Gunn, Spike hadn't met Wesley, David Nabbit? No, that was pushing it. So, it only left... Cordelia gave him a small, scared smile. She couldn't really read his expression- it could be shock, disgust, pretty much anything. "I'm not in love with Wesley, either, and I'm certainly not in love with Spike. I think... well, it's you, you big lug," she said affectionately, and waited for a response. When none came, she was on the verge of tears. "Emotions, laid out, heart on sleeve? Please say something?"
Angel had run out of words. And he'd always thought that actions spoke louder, so... oh hell, why not? He leaned forward, and pressed his lips against hers. She stood bolt upright, in shock and confusion. Maybe this was one of her dreams, and soon she'd wake up, and... he gently pulled away, and looked very embarrassed. She hadn't responded at all, and he was beginning to wonder if he'd misunderstood her. Not that there was much to misunderstand, but...
When he had stood back a little, she stared at him, then pinched her arm, hard. So hard that it made her yelp from the pain. He was still standing there, looking at her as if she'd lost her mind, and was very dangerous.
"Just checking," she said in a husky voice, before flinging herself back into his arms, and kissing him hard. He was at first stunned, but not for long. He wrapped his arms around her waist, as she played with the hair at the nape of his neck. Pulling away a little, he kissed her lightly a few times, then ran his tongue along her bottom lip. Her mouth opened, and they began to kiss even more passionately than before, tongues exploring each other's mouth. He pushed her backwards against the car, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he continued to kiss her and twist his fingers in her hair. As he felt her writhing against him, wanting more, he pulled away as reality set back in.
"We can't do this..." he started. She looked very disappointed, but nodded slowly in agreement, unwrapping herself from him to sit on the bonnet of the car, and trying to get her breathing steady.
"I know, we can't do anything, because of your soul. And, no matter how much I want to, I really don't think I could handle Angelus running free, trying to kill us all, and I understand if you don't feel the same as I do, but..." he silenced her with another light kiss, keeping his hand firmly about her waist.
"Would you let me finish?" he asked, smiling. "I was going to say, we can't do this. Here. We could be arrested." She stared at him in bewilderment.
"But... but your soul..."
"My soul's permanent, Cordy. That was what I was going to tell you. I was also going to tell you that I thought I loved you too. Now, I'm sure." He felt positively elated being able to tell her this. It was like a great weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He thought he had been happy when Wesley had told him first, but that had been nothing compared to this feeling. If his soul hadn't been permanent, he'd have lost it just by looking at the expression on her face.
Cordelia worked through various different emotions. There was shock, disbelief, surprise, and complete and utter delight. She had never thought that there was any chance that Angel could slightly return her feelings, let alone love her, and be able to have a proper relationship with her. She grinned up at him, fighting back tears. He was still smiling at her, something so unusual that it made her feel incredibly special and... aroused, really.
"But... but how?"
"I'll explain later. But first, I am going to take you back to your apartment, and make love to you all night long." He leaned down and kissed her again, opened the passenger door of the car for her, and very nearly ran round to the driver's side. Now, if he could just concentrate on getting back to her apartment block...
* * *
After nearly causing several accidents when she distracted Angel, and beginning to believe in miracles since they hadn't been stopped for speeding, Cordy fumbled for the door key in her purse, while almost passing out with pleasure as Angel kissed her neck. Normally, if a vampire was anywhere near her neck, she would scream and run, but all she could feel were erotic tingling sensations spreading throughout her body. Oh, to hell with the door keys.
"Dennis! Let me in, damnit!" she yelled in desperation, as Angel kissed his way back up to her mouth. He picked her up as the door swung open, and carried her straight throught the living room and into her bedroom. She looked in horror at the unmade bed, and clothes strewn about the room, but he didn't seem to notice. He set her down on the bed, and she quickly kicked some of the dirty laundry that was lying near her underneath it.
Sitting on the bed, she reached out for Angel, who was just standing at the end. She pulled him down on top of her, sliding the trench coat off his shoulders as he managed to unhook her bra through her dress. Quickly unbuttoning his shirt, she threw that too across the room, as he reached down to pull the dress over her head. Cordelia was usually incredibly confident when it came to her appearance, but she felt uncharacteristically shy. That was, until he took her bra right off, and started kissing and caressing her breasts. Then, all she could feel was intense ecstasy. She ran her fingers over his shoulders, tracing the lines of the tattoo that had always fascinated her, the few times that she'd seen it. She ran her fingers down his back, until she reached the belt of his trousers. Reaching between them, she undid the belt, and unhooked the button and pulled down the zip. He helped her, kicking both his trousers and boxers off. He slid her panties down her legs, and threw those too off the bed. They were both very aware that they were both very naked. Cordelia pressed herself against him, gasping at the size of him, and he kissed her tenderly.
"I love you," he whispered.
"Mmm, love you too, but I'm dying here!" she said, her frustration showing through. Angel softly laughed, and reached over to switch off the main light. A romantic glow was cast over them, and lit up the room as their bodies entwined.
* * *
They both awoke the next morning to the sounds of crashing, and a muffled "Bugger!". This set their minds at rest, as they knew that it could only be one person. Angel turned over, to find Cordy looking into his eyes.
"Morning," he murmured, kissing her gently.
"Hi... Angel, last night, it was... incredible." She smiled at him.
"It was amazing for me, too. I love you so much." Before things could get any more serious, they heard another crash from the next room, and another string of colourful expletives. Cordy got up, and slipped on her dressing gown.
"My God, I am so going to stake him! What the hell is he doing to my home?" She opened her door carefully, checking to see that there wasn't any direct sunlight. Luckily, her curtains had been drawn the night before, because she had never even thought of that in the middle of everything. She blinked, looking around for the cause of the noises.
Sure enough, there was Spike, standing in the kitchen, trying to restack things into the cupboards he'd very nearly demolished. She coughed. Looking around, he saw her staring expectantly at him, waiting for an explanation.
"Oh, 'ello, love. Didn't hear you get back last night." He leaned towards her, looking at her throat. "So, who's the lucky feller? Last bloke I saw you with was Angel, and we all know that he doesn't get much action. Which you obviously did." Looking down at her neck, she saw that she had a huge, glaring hickey. She pulled the robe tighter around her.
"That, Mr Sinatra, is none of your business. And where were you, after your little concert last night? Hook up with the Host, did you?" He narrowed his eyes.
"You're just jealous that I'm so exceptionally marvellous at everything. And if you could hear anything over the groaning of your own bed, you might have noticed that you weren't the only one who got some last night." He grinned lasciviously at her, and she exhaled with disgust.
"You are disgusting. And you sleep on the sofa. There is no way any self respecting woman would sleep... wait, there is no way any woman at all would have sex with you at all."
"Au contraire, my love, I had women positively throwing themselves at me last night. I had quite the pick. Since Angel pissed off elsewhere last night, I thought that he wouldn't mind me using his room." As if on cue, the door of aforementioned room creaked open. Cordelia looked around, and was suddenly frozen in shock.
"Cordelia? What are you doing here?" asked the woman.
"I live here. This is my apartment. You've been here before." she stuttered out through the horror.
"Oh, yes. Looks different when it's dark, and you have a gorgeous man wrapped around you. I suppose you wouldn't know," she added spitefully. Cordelia went to correct her, just as Angel wandered out of her bedroom in just his boxers.
"Cordelia, what is... Kate? What are you doing here?"
"Pick of all the women, huh, Spike? Nice choice!" Cordy said sarcastically.
Spike couldn't decide what he wanted to comment on first. "Know them, do you, pet?" Kate slowly edged towards Spike. Cordelia noticed that Kate was wearing one of the nice new shirts that she and Spike had bought. What a waste.
"Yeah, but I don't like them. That one's dangerous... he's, he's not like us."
Cordy tried very hard not to laugh, as Angel looked on in faint amusement. "I think Spike needs to hear it, Kate. Tell him," she prompted.
"He's... he's a vampire!" she said dramatically. Spike nearly fell over laughing. "What? We need to stay away, he'd dangerous!" That just incited another peal of laughter.
"Yeah, yeah, sure, the huge poofter's such a danger to mankind. Particularly since his soul's been anchored," he grinned as he saw the 'you knew?!' looks on Cordy and Angel's faces. "I intercepted a phone call from the Watcher fairy. He told me, after I threatened him for a bit. Seems that he noticed the sexual tension," he leered at them, "between you quite some time ago. He thought I should know about the soul anchorage in case you slept together, and I tried to kill you thinking you were all evil and stuff. Yeah right, like I'd be around long enough to try.
"And sweetheart," he turned to Kate, "you'd be surprised at how much I know about vampires and creatures of the night. D'you think a human could hold their breath for that long?" He grinned suggestively at her as she started to back up. "'s alright, love, I don't bite. Any more. The great ballerina over there is my granddaddy. I'm 120 years old. No need to be scared, though. C'mon, you know you want me, really. It was quite good, last night, in my not-so-humble opinion..."
"Very good," she said, walking back towards him. She turned to Cordelia and Angel. "Is he really... safe?"
"As safe as a caged tiger, yeah, you could say so," Cordelia said, grinning at Spike, while still managing to be hostile towards Kate. Suddenly, Spike walked up to Kate, threw her over his shoulder, and walked back towards the bedroom with her, as Kate screamed, and also giggled.
"You two have fun now," he yelled. "And if anyone ever asks who got you two together, you know what you're going to say."
"Yeah, and I'll know who to say made you and Kate get it on at my speech at your wedding. Frank Sinatra and Jack Daniels!" Spike gave her the finger as he slammed the door shut. A couple of seconds later, moaning and giggling could be heard from the general direction. Cordy looked at Angel. He looked back.
"Looks like Spike has the right idea," he said, suddenly moving towards her. He scooped her up in his arms, and carried her back towards the bedroom. Laughing, she planted a kiss on his lips as he kicked the door closed.
"Because Spike is so full of good ideas. Quite the role model." Looking a little more serious, she continued. "Um, Angel, what we have... I know Buffy was the love of your life, and now you've got your soul..."
"I want nothing more than to spend the rest of time with you." He smiled reassuringly at her. Because it was completely and utterly true.
"Good answer," she said, a little choked, as tears rolled down her cheeks. "I love you. God, Spike is going to have an even huger ego if he thinks this is something he did."
Angel thought about it. "He might have helped a bit, but it was inevitable. I'd have had to say something sooner or later - it was killing me. By the way, apparently the Powers have some plan for him, working with us."
"The Host said something similar to me, before everything got incredibly raucous. Oh crap, that means that Spike'll be hanging around for a while. And maybe Kate. They seemed to really like each other."
"Looks that way."
"Well, you're aware that he'll beat you to near undeath if you're ever mean to me. He's very protective, for some reason. He nearly risked severe head trauma when this guy came onto me when we were shopping." She sniggered, and also felt good, when she saw the murderous expression on Angel's face. "Don't worry, I told the creep where to go."
"Good. Wesley promised that he'd hurt me a lot if I ever did anything wrong." She groaned.
"Did everyone see there was something between us before we did?"
He chuckled. "Probably. I'm just glad we finally worked it out; I know that I was about to lose my mind."
"It's only because you're really stupid, and didn't notice my varying degrees of cleavage. And the way we worked it out? I want to solve all our problems like that. Because that was...wow," he grinned in agreement. "In fact, I think I have a problem right now. In that, for people who've just got together, we're really not physically close enough." He grinned, and pushed her onto her back from where they'd been sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Let's see what we can do about that," He rolled on top of her, smiling, and they started to kiss again passionately. Suddenly, there was a huge creaking noise from next the other side of the apartment, followed by a crash and laughter.
"He'd broken the bed! I'm going to kill the little mmrf!" she was cut off as Angel kissed her again. "Maybe later."
FIN
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