Title: Temptation Island
Author: Spike 'n Cordy
Summary: When the reality television show "Temptation Island" guests start disappearing Angel and Cordelia must go under cover to find out why. Special appearances by Xander and Anya.
Author's Notes: Thank you to everyone who's reviewing.
Disclaimer: In First chapter.
Chapter Seven
Cordelia and Angel spent the rest of the afternoon on the beach trying desperately to get Angel a tan.
"You need more oil."
"No, Cordelia. I'm already sliding out of the chair," he pulled himself back up into his seat. "Besides, I want to go swimming."
"Fine, but don't complain to me when we get back and you're still lacking in the tan line department."
Angel removed his sunglasses and smiled down at her, "Come swimming with me."
Shading her eyes, "My suit is strictly sun bathing, not water." At his mischievous look, "What? What? Oh no, Angel! Put me down!"
Angel had pulled her into a fireman's lift and ran towards the ocean. Cordelia was pounding his back and legs with her fists screaming. His legs splashed in the water spraying her face, "Angel! Put me down!"
Using his free arm he pushed her off his shoulder into the cold water. She came above the surface sputtering, "Why you little…" The chase was on. Angel saw murder in her eyes and high tailed it out of her reach. After five minutes of barely managing to stay out of Cordelia's reach, she finally cast her arms around his shoulders. Unfortunately for her, all the lotion he had put on earlier allowed him to slip away dunking her back into the waste deep water.
His laughter carried over the calm water, but did nothing to calm her nerves. "I swear that when I catch you, you will be in so much pain, you'll beg me to kill you."
Grinning like an idiot, Angel taunted her, "Oh, poor Cordy got all wet. She looks like a drowned rat."
He didn't expect the hurt look that crossed her face at that comment. Just like he didn't expect her to attack him as he took a step closer ready to apologize. "Yes," he heard her muffled shout of triumph from underwater. When she finally let him up she put her arms around his shoulders and asked, "Who's the drowned rat now?"
Wrapping his arms around her waist he answered with a cocky grin, "You still are."
"Fu-" He cut off her would be rude remark with a kiss. He could taste the salt from the ocean on her lips as she parted them and bid him enter. Her mouth was also salty. She must have gotten a mouth full of water when he first dunked her, he chuckled to himself. Cordelia gently sucked Angel's tongue deeper into her mouth and massaged it with her own. He moaned in his chest and pulled her closer to him.
She knew they should stop. That if they continued, he would be more then likely to lose his soul. How likely? Did he love her? She didn't think so. Would he feel perfect happiness with her? She didn't think so, but wasn't willing to place her life on it. Oh, but five more minutes.
Angel groaned again but pushed her away this time. "They're gone."
"Huh? What? Who?" Cordelia mumbled, eyes still riveted to his mouth.
"The cameraman. They were filming us, but now they moved up the beach."
She glanced to the shore and saw the small crew filming the porn star wannabe's Holly and Jim. "I guess they're just more interesting." They slowly began to make their way back. "For the show's ratings I mean. Because we are way more fascinating them then in real life. We fight evil, and save the world. They just screw like bunnies."
He chuckled and grabbed her hand, "We should probably shower and get ready for tonight."
~*~*~*~
Two hours later the couple stepped out of their small hut and headed towards the main hut and dinner with Robert and the other couples.
Cordelia was dressed in a knee length mauve dress that could pass for fancy but was more casual. The back and front scooped low, but was still modest. She wore her short chestnut brown hair down and curly.
Angel wore black dress pants and a white button down shirt, with the top few buttons undone. He looked beyond delicious, which Cordelia told him with her eyes, when she continuously looked him up and down for a minute.
They were the second couple to arrive, Dustin rose from his chair when they entered the room. He and Jamie introduced themselves.
"Nice to meet you," Cordelia said politely as she sat in the chair Angel held out for her.
They were both well dresses but not showy unlike Jim and Holly. Jim was in, almost see through, white pants and a gold shirt unbuttoned almost to the waist. And Angel was positive he caught a glimpse of Holly's unmentionables when she bent across the table to shake Jamie's hand. Her shiny gold skirt wasn't even big enough to be a tube top, which she could use right now because her breasts were about to fall out of her tiny bikini. How did she think that was attractive?
"You don't think that's attractive right?" Cordelia whispered in his ear.
Using the closeness as an opportunity he put his arm around her shoulder, "I've had sex with serving wenches with more class."
"Too much information, big guy," she gently patted his arm.
"Hello everybody," Xander announced his presence in his ever annoying way. He was also dressed casual in khaki pants and a blue shirt. Anya was in a red mini dress that was nowhere near as provocative as Holly's, but still daring. "Did we miss anything?" They took their seats across from Angel and Cordelia.
"Not a thing," David, the show's producer said as he came into the room. "Dinner will be served shortly, then Robert will join you for Q and A and then you will retire to your rooms for the night. First thing in the morning the men will be shipping out and you ladies will be having breakfast with the men of your choice. While you eat dinner the cameras won't be here. We need the viewers to find you attractive but they won't if they see you constantly spilling on yourselves. Well have fun. Robert will be here in an hour. Bye, bye." As quickly as he appeared he was gone.
"Well that was interesting," Xander commented dryly. Soon afterward a waiter came to get their drink orders and they began dinner.
After their meal and floor show, the floor show being Jim and Holly eating off each other's bodies, Robert and the cameras made their appearance.
"Good evening," he smiled at the once again flustered Anya. After addressing the cameras and introducing the evening, he began his query. "The first question I need to ask everyone is, why did you eliminate the single you did? Cordelia, you first."
Clearing her throat a little she smiled at Robert and replied, "Angel has a history with small blonde women and she seemed to be the most…adroit."
"Hmm, very good, Angel?"
"Cordelia once told me that the qualities she looked for in a guy were rich, handsome, brave and interesting. I just thought that that guy was more qualified then any of the others."
"Interesting," Robert nodded then winked at Cordelia making Angel tense, that sleaze ball. "Anya, how about you."
"Well, one of Xander's best friends is blonde. He also had a crush on her for years. Granted his other best friend is a redhead, but she's a lesbian so no attractive feelings there."
"Okay then," he tried to hide an amused smile, "Xander?"
"Anya likes muscles. The guy I picked had the biggest. That's it." Xander was obviously uncomfortable with the way Anya spoke of Buffy and Willow on TV. The slayer was going to kick his ass.
Robert continued to the other couples and once the Q and A session was done, he signed off the evening. "Thank you for joining us, and remember to watch next week, when the men travel to the other side of the island away from their significant other. Good night." The red light turned off and his smile was replaced with a scowl. "Was my face shiny?"
A short frail man with a pencil and note pad quickly reassured him, "No sir. You looked amazing."
"If my face was shiny and you're lying, you're fired." With that he stormed out of the room.
The four couples stared after him.
Anya quickly folded her arms across her chest and slumped in her chair. "He seemed so nice on TV."
~*~*~*~
In Cordelia and Angel's hut later that evening.
"What do you do if the demon or person, or whoever killed those people, comes after you?"
Cordelia gave an exasperated sigh and laid back on the bed, covering her head with a pillow. He had been doing this all night. Questioning her, grilling her, making sure that she knew all the details of every single thing that might possibly happen. Making sure she knows the contingency plan of the contingency plan. To sum up, driving her insane.
"This is important Cordelia," Angel pulled the pillow away from her face. "You have to be prepared."
"And I will be. Evil comes for me, run like hell to you. Evil catches me, fight and scream until get away, then run like hell to you. If I can't get away, pray that you find me. Okay, I've got it," she said flippantly.
He sat down next to her on the bed, his left thigh brushed against her hip, causing his voice to hitch, "You should take this more seriously."
"I am taking it seriously. When I get a chance, sneak into Robert's room and see if he's in on whatever it is we're here for. If he is, try and find out what 'it' is. Meanwhile, you'll try to hire or bribe a worker and that's how we'll keep in contact." She paused and reached for her complimentary margarita and took a sip before continuing, "That's the part that's going to be difficult. The people who live on the island would never risk losing their jobs. I mean the only other thing they have is basket making and beading and stuff."
"What are you taking about. David Glace owns the island. It was uninhabited until he bought it. These workers are all from neighboring islands."
"Yeah, where the only work they can do is make baskets and bead…stuff."
"Or they could work at the local McDonalds."
"Fine, whatever. Do what you have to do. I'm going to look into Robert and then I'm going to catch a few rays, get long, luxurious massages from scantily clad well muscled men and sipping on free drinks the entire time."
Angel's jaw went slack. She actually wanted to be pawed at by these men. They were all just so handsome and athletic and not him. He should have tried to be a single guy and have Cordy and Wes pose as a couple. But they could never pass as a couple with their constant bickering. It didn't matter, they were here now and he had to try and keep her mind on the job at hand. "This isn't a vacation, we're here on business. And under no circumstances are you to allow half, or even fully clothed men to touch you."
"Fine Angel, but all work and no play make Cordy a sad, sad girl."
"Oh yes, yes. Xander! God yes!"
Both pairs of eyes traveled to the now obvious thin straw walls. "What the hell is that?"
Cordelia smirked and looked away, "It's pretty obvious what it is."
"But why?"
"Well Angel, when a man and a woman fall in love-"
"I know why but why now?"
"They are about to spend the next week having the opposite sex throw themselves at them and they don't want to submit. Or at least they think they don't want to. They have to release all their sexual desire before they start to get tempted."
"You…you aren't going to want to…" Angel let his sentence trail off, embarrassed.
"Aren't going to what? Want to throw the men on the white sand beaches and screw their brains out? I think I'll be able to hold my erotic fantasies in check for one week," giving him a 'what-do-you-take-me-for' look. "I spent my entire high school career beating off guys who thought they were all that, I'm pretty sure I'll be able to last another week. Besides, last time I had sex I was impregnated by some demon surrogate. Sex is bad, remember?"
He smiled at her and bowed his head, "Yeah, I remember."
"Now you on the other hand," she shimmied up the bed so she was sitting beside him. "I think that Wendy was a very nice person. Maybe on our last day here you could, I don't know, release some of your sexual tension. You know, just let it all go, but not to someone you love, therefore no happy, everyone safe."
He pushed himself up off the bed and started to put the clothes he wore earlier back into his bag. "We talked about this."
"No we didn't. I suggested it but then the cameras came running. Angel I think it'd be good for you. Loosen up a little, but not too loose." She stood up and stopped his movement by placing her hands on his arms, "Just have a little fun. Laugh, joke, get drunk, after the case is solved, of course."
His heart would be pounding if it beat, instead his body decided that shaking was the right reaction to Cordelia's hands on his arms. How could a touch so innocent affect him this way? She wants him to have sex with other women when all he wants to do is throw her onto the bed and make passionate love to her. He wanted to taste every square inch of her body. Run his tongue over her- "Earth to Angel. Hey there, where'd you go."
"Nowhere," he stated too loud and fast. "I was just thinking that…I laugh."
"I know you laugh, but not often. Just talk to her. If you feel any sparkage go for it."
"I'll consider it, okay?"
"Good. The margarita worked it's magic. I'm going to sleep." She pulled the covers of the bed back and laid down beneath them. He walked to the other side of the bed and did the same.
Her back was to him as she lay on her side. When her even breaths were all he heard he gingerly reached over to pull her against him. When his hand brushed her waist she murmured something unintelligible and rolled towards him placing her sleeping head on his shoulder. His smile was genuine as he placed a soft kiss on her forehead and went to sleep dreaming of Cordelia in her bikini.
~TBC~
Author: Spike 'n Cordy
Summary: When the reality television show "Temptation Island" guests start disappearing Angel and Cordelia must go under cover to find out why. Special appearances by Xander and Anya.
Author's Notes: Thank you to everyone who's reviewing.
Disclaimer: In First chapter.
Chapter Seven
Cordelia and Angel spent the rest of the afternoon on the beach trying desperately to get Angel a tan.
"You need more oil."
"No, Cordelia. I'm already sliding out of the chair," he pulled himself back up into his seat. "Besides, I want to go swimming."
"Fine, but don't complain to me when we get back and you're still lacking in the tan line department."
Angel removed his sunglasses and smiled down at her, "Come swimming with me."
Shading her eyes, "My suit is strictly sun bathing, not water." At his mischievous look, "What? What? Oh no, Angel! Put me down!"
Angel had pulled her into a fireman's lift and ran towards the ocean. Cordelia was pounding his back and legs with her fists screaming. His legs splashed in the water spraying her face, "Angel! Put me down!"
Using his free arm he pushed her off his shoulder into the cold water. She came above the surface sputtering, "Why you little…" The chase was on. Angel saw murder in her eyes and high tailed it out of her reach. After five minutes of barely managing to stay out of Cordelia's reach, she finally cast her arms around his shoulders. Unfortunately for her, all the lotion he had put on earlier allowed him to slip away dunking her back into the waste deep water.
His laughter carried over the calm water, but did nothing to calm her nerves. "I swear that when I catch you, you will be in so much pain, you'll beg me to kill you."
Grinning like an idiot, Angel taunted her, "Oh, poor Cordy got all wet. She looks like a drowned rat."
He didn't expect the hurt look that crossed her face at that comment. Just like he didn't expect her to attack him as he took a step closer ready to apologize. "Yes," he heard her muffled shout of triumph from underwater. When she finally let him up she put her arms around his shoulders and asked, "Who's the drowned rat now?"
Wrapping his arms around her waist he answered with a cocky grin, "You still are."
"Fu-" He cut off her would be rude remark with a kiss. He could taste the salt from the ocean on her lips as she parted them and bid him enter. Her mouth was also salty. She must have gotten a mouth full of water when he first dunked her, he chuckled to himself. Cordelia gently sucked Angel's tongue deeper into her mouth and massaged it with her own. He moaned in his chest and pulled her closer to him.
She knew they should stop. That if they continued, he would be more then likely to lose his soul. How likely? Did he love her? She didn't think so. Would he feel perfect happiness with her? She didn't think so, but wasn't willing to place her life on it. Oh, but five more minutes.
Angel groaned again but pushed her away this time. "They're gone."
"Huh? What? Who?" Cordelia mumbled, eyes still riveted to his mouth.
"The cameraman. They were filming us, but now they moved up the beach."
She glanced to the shore and saw the small crew filming the porn star wannabe's Holly and Jim. "I guess they're just more interesting." They slowly began to make their way back. "For the show's ratings I mean. Because we are way more fascinating them then in real life. We fight evil, and save the world. They just screw like bunnies."
He chuckled and grabbed her hand, "We should probably shower and get ready for tonight."
~*~*~*~
Two hours later the couple stepped out of their small hut and headed towards the main hut and dinner with Robert and the other couples.
Cordelia was dressed in a knee length mauve dress that could pass for fancy but was more casual. The back and front scooped low, but was still modest. She wore her short chestnut brown hair down and curly.
Angel wore black dress pants and a white button down shirt, with the top few buttons undone. He looked beyond delicious, which Cordelia told him with her eyes, when she continuously looked him up and down for a minute.
They were the second couple to arrive, Dustin rose from his chair when they entered the room. He and Jamie introduced themselves.
"Nice to meet you," Cordelia said politely as she sat in the chair Angel held out for her.
They were both well dresses but not showy unlike Jim and Holly. Jim was in, almost see through, white pants and a gold shirt unbuttoned almost to the waist. And Angel was positive he caught a glimpse of Holly's unmentionables when she bent across the table to shake Jamie's hand. Her shiny gold skirt wasn't even big enough to be a tube top, which she could use right now because her breasts were about to fall out of her tiny bikini. How did she think that was attractive?
"You don't think that's attractive right?" Cordelia whispered in his ear.
Using the closeness as an opportunity he put his arm around her shoulder, "I've had sex with serving wenches with more class."
"Too much information, big guy," she gently patted his arm.
"Hello everybody," Xander announced his presence in his ever annoying way. He was also dressed casual in khaki pants and a blue shirt. Anya was in a red mini dress that was nowhere near as provocative as Holly's, but still daring. "Did we miss anything?" They took their seats across from Angel and Cordelia.
"Not a thing," David, the show's producer said as he came into the room. "Dinner will be served shortly, then Robert will join you for Q and A and then you will retire to your rooms for the night. First thing in the morning the men will be shipping out and you ladies will be having breakfast with the men of your choice. While you eat dinner the cameras won't be here. We need the viewers to find you attractive but they won't if they see you constantly spilling on yourselves. Well have fun. Robert will be here in an hour. Bye, bye." As quickly as he appeared he was gone.
"Well that was interesting," Xander commented dryly. Soon afterward a waiter came to get their drink orders and they began dinner.
After their meal and floor show, the floor show being Jim and Holly eating off each other's bodies, Robert and the cameras made their appearance.
"Good evening," he smiled at the once again flustered Anya. After addressing the cameras and introducing the evening, he began his query. "The first question I need to ask everyone is, why did you eliminate the single you did? Cordelia, you first."
Clearing her throat a little she smiled at Robert and replied, "Angel has a history with small blonde women and she seemed to be the most…adroit."
"Hmm, very good, Angel?"
"Cordelia once told me that the qualities she looked for in a guy were rich, handsome, brave and interesting. I just thought that that guy was more qualified then any of the others."
"Interesting," Robert nodded then winked at Cordelia making Angel tense, that sleaze ball. "Anya, how about you."
"Well, one of Xander's best friends is blonde. He also had a crush on her for years. Granted his other best friend is a redhead, but she's a lesbian so no attractive feelings there."
"Okay then," he tried to hide an amused smile, "Xander?"
"Anya likes muscles. The guy I picked had the biggest. That's it." Xander was obviously uncomfortable with the way Anya spoke of Buffy and Willow on TV. The slayer was going to kick his ass.
Robert continued to the other couples and once the Q and A session was done, he signed off the evening. "Thank you for joining us, and remember to watch next week, when the men travel to the other side of the island away from their significant other. Good night." The red light turned off and his smile was replaced with a scowl. "Was my face shiny?"
A short frail man with a pencil and note pad quickly reassured him, "No sir. You looked amazing."
"If my face was shiny and you're lying, you're fired." With that he stormed out of the room.
The four couples stared after him.
Anya quickly folded her arms across her chest and slumped in her chair. "He seemed so nice on TV."
~*~*~*~
In Cordelia and Angel's hut later that evening.
"What do you do if the demon or person, or whoever killed those people, comes after you?"
Cordelia gave an exasperated sigh and laid back on the bed, covering her head with a pillow. He had been doing this all night. Questioning her, grilling her, making sure that she knew all the details of every single thing that might possibly happen. Making sure she knows the contingency plan of the contingency plan. To sum up, driving her insane.
"This is important Cordelia," Angel pulled the pillow away from her face. "You have to be prepared."
"And I will be. Evil comes for me, run like hell to you. Evil catches me, fight and scream until get away, then run like hell to you. If I can't get away, pray that you find me. Okay, I've got it," she said flippantly.
He sat down next to her on the bed, his left thigh brushed against her hip, causing his voice to hitch, "You should take this more seriously."
"I am taking it seriously. When I get a chance, sneak into Robert's room and see if he's in on whatever it is we're here for. If he is, try and find out what 'it' is. Meanwhile, you'll try to hire or bribe a worker and that's how we'll keep in contact." She paused and reached for her complimentary margarita and took a sip before continuing, "That's the part that's going to be difficult. The people who live on the island would never risk losing their jobs. I mean the only other thing they have is basket making and beading and stuff."
"What are you taking about. David Glace owns the island. It was uninhabited until he bought it. These workers are all from neighboring islands."
"Yeah, where the only work they can do is make baskets and bead…stuff."
"Or they could work at the local McDonalds."
"Fine, whatever. Do what you have to do. I'm going to look into Robert and then I'm going to catch a few rays, get long, luxurious massages from scantily clad well muscled men and sipping on free drinks the entire time."
Angel's jaw went slack. She actually wanted to be pawed at by these men. They were all just so handsome and athletic and not him. He should have tried to be a single guy and have Cordy and Wes pose as a couple. But they could never pass as a couple with their constant bickering. It didn't matter, they were here now and he had to try and keep her mind on the job at hand. "This isn't a vacation, we're here on business. And under no circumstances are you to allow half, or even fully clothed men to touch you."
"Fine Angel, but all work and no play make Cordy a sad, sad girl."
"Oh yes, yes. Xander! God yes!"
Both pairs of eyes traveled to the now obvious thin straw walls. "What the hell is that?"
Cordelia smirked and looked away, "It's pretty obvious what it is."
"But why?"
"Well Angel, when a man and a woman fall in love-"
"I know why but why now?"
"They are about to spend the next week having the opposite sex throw themselves at them and they don't want to submit. Or at least they think they don't want to. They have to release all their sexual desire before they start to get tempted."
"You…you aren't going to want to…" Angel let his sentence trail off, embarrassed.
"Aren't going to what? Want to throw the men on the white sand beaches and screw their brains out? I think I'll be able to hold my erotic fantasies in check for one week," giving him a 'what-do-you-take-me-for' look. "I spent my entire high school career beating off guys who thought they were all that, I'm pretty sure I'll be able to last another week. Besides, last time I had sex I was impregnated by some demon surrogate. Sex is bad, remember?"
He smiled at her and bowed his head, "Yeah, I remember."
"Now you on the other hand," she shimmied up the bed so she was sitting beside him. "I think that Wendy was a very nice person. Maybe on our last day here you could, I don't know, release some of your sexual tension. You know, just let it all go, but not to someone you love, therefore no happy, everyone safe."
He pushed himself up off the bed and started to put the clothes he wore earlier back into his bag. "We talked about this."
"No we didn't. I suggested it but then the cameras came running. Angel I think it'd be good for you. Loosen up a little, but not too loose." She stood up and stopped his movement by placing her hands on his arms, "Just have a little fun. Laugh, joke, get drunk, after the case is solved, of course."
His heart would be pounding if it beat, instead his body decided that shaking was the right reaction to Cordelia's hands on his arms. How could a touch so innocent affect him this way? She wants him to have sex with other women when all he wants to do is throw her onto the bed and make passionate love to her. He wanted to taste every square inch of her body. Run his tongue over her- "Earth to Angel. Hey there, where'd you go."
"Nowhere," he stated too loud and fast. "I was just thinking that…I laugh."
"I know you laugh, but not often. Just talk to her. If you feel any sparkage go for it."
"I'll consider it, okay?"
"Good. The margarita worked it's magic. I'm going to sleep." She pulled the covers of the bed back and laid down beneath them. He walked to the other side of the bed and did the same.
Her back was to him as she lay on her side. When her even breaths were all he heard he gingerly reached over to pull her against him. When his hand brushed her waist she murmured something unintelligible and rolled towards him placing her sleeping head on his shoulder. His smile was genuine as he placed a soft kiss on her forehead and went to sleep dreaming of Cordelia in her bikini.
~TBC~
