Love and Marriage
"Oh not again!" Lorne groaned when a portal opened in the middle of his performance.
The Grooselog fell out. "Krevlorneswath of the Deathwok clan, you will take me to the Princess," he declared as soon as he spotted the Host.
"Well, now, you're one hero sandwich I never expected to see on this side of the looking glass," Lorne said.
"Please, I need her. I must speak with her," Groo plead
"Hold on to your horses, handsome," Lorne replied. "I'll call you a cab, they can take you right to your lady love."
"Groo! You're here! In L.A.!" Cordelia shrieked running across the lobby to throw herself in to his arms.
"Majesty, I found you in this strange land of La," Groo exclaimed crushing her to him.
"Oh wow, this is so great," Cordelia gushed. "I've got to show you everything. You're never going to want to go back to Pylea again. We've got movies and nightclubs and football, I used to be a cheerleader, you know."
"Your Highness, I must ask you something," Groo interrupted seriously as Gunn and Wesley arrived, drawn by the commotion in the lobby.
Groo took Cordy's hand and dropped to one knee. "Princess Cordelia, would you consent to have me as your consort?" he asked nervously.
For a beat Cordelia simply stared down at him. Then comprehension hit. "You're proposing?" she stammered. "For real proposing. But, I can't, we went over this before, I need the visions so we can't… well you know. Plus don't you have a world to run back in Pylea Mister? You can't just…"
"I'm not," Groo said, not rising. "We need you. You are the prophesized Messiah to the Reactionaries, the Priest's chosen one. To the Rebel's you are their savior, the freer of the slaves. You, Majesty, are the one person who could tie us all together; you could end the war… And I miss you. To live without you in my life is painful. I thought it would ease with time, but the pain only grows sharper. I need you."
"I… Groo… I don't know what to say," Cordelia said. "I want to go with you. I think about you so much, but I'm the Seer. I've got people who need me here too… I just don't know what to say… this is just too much."
Before anyone could say anything else Fred and Angel practically fell through the front door. A shouted "Get a room!" drifted in after them.
Fred pulled away from Angel long enough to yell back, "We're working on it!"
"Angel!" Wesley exclaimed loudly, utterly horrified. "The curse!"
"Fixed," Angel replied distractedly, ducking his head to place a string of kisses down the column of Fred's throat.
Fred wrapped her arms around Angel's waist as he maneuvered her toward the elevators.
"Angel! We're having an issue here!" Wesley snapped.
Angel stopped, pulling away from Fred slightly, he asked. "Is someone in danger?"
"Well, no," Wesley began.
"Then tell me later," Angel said turning his attention back to Fred. "Much later."
"But Groo has asked Cordelia to leave us," Wesley protested.
"Oh! That's nice," Fred moaned.
"Hey!" Cordelia exclaimed.
"I think she was talking to the one sucking on her earlobe," Gunn commented.
Angel groped blindly for the elevator button as he and Fred kissed. The doors opened a few seconds later and Angel swept Fred off her feet and into the elevator. A few seconds after the doors slid shut behind them everyone in the lobby heard the distinctive sound of a body thudding against the wall followed by sounds of growing passion.
"Oh for God's sake, take it upstairs!" Wesley yelled.
A pause followed then the elevator began its assent.
"Majesty, where may I await your response?" Groo asked.
"Oh Groo, I just don't see how I could possibly…" Cordelia began only to double over in pain as a vision hit her.
Groo caught her as Gunn said, "Paper, scissor, rock, the looser has to disturb the lovebirds."
"No," Cordelia said. "It wasn't that kind of vision. Groo stay here, I need to think about things."
With that the dark haired seer fled the building.