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Email: angel_of_ice19@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Cordelia deals with more (funny) consequences from becoming a demon, while Spike makes a visit to L.A. A/C
A/N: Please review or send any comments or flames to my email above :) Words inside * are what the characters are thinking, and ***( )*** is someone having a vision. Bear with me on the symbols, it doesn't let me do italics :) This takes place after Provider, Season 3 on Angel, and I guess Gone, Season 6 on Buffy.
A/N2: Thank you to everyone for reviewing!!! For those who haven't, plz R&R....or just Review.... hehe :)
Chapter Three: Does This Dress Make Me Look Fat?
Cordelia walked along the stores, hoping to find something she could wear to dinner in two nights. Angel had ordered that they all go out and have some fun, even though a restaurant was the last place on Earth that Cordelia wanted to go for fun.
Make that the last place on Earth I want to go period. Cordelia thought. She had found a few skirts that would hide her tail, but she wanted more than just three items. She sighed, staring at a diamond ring in a jewelry store, when she bumped into someone.
"Sorry," She said immediately, and then looked up to see who she had bumped into.
"It's all right, I wasn't watching where I was going," He apologized.
"Oh..." Cordelia said. The guy had gorgeous green eyes, and sandy blond hair. He was about two inches taller than her, but Cordelia didn't care...he was great-looking.
"I'm Evan by the way, Evan Grear," He stuck out his hand.
"I'm Cordelia Chase," She said, shaking his hand.
"Cordelia, it's a beautiful name," He complimented.
"Thank you," She breathed. Wait a sec, did he just say that I have a beautiful name? How cheesy! She thought. She was going to tell him off, when she saw him smiling at her. Oh hell, I'm shallow, I don't care. He's too hot to pass up!
"This might be a bit forward, but would you like to go to dinner with me?" He asked.
"I'd like that," Cordelia grinned at him. Wait a sec...dinner? Dinner! Last time, I went all demony...god I need to learn not to agree to good-looking guys so quickly! She scolded herself. She found herself saying, "Here's my home number."
"All right, I'll call you then, dinner on Thursday?" He asked.
"I can't wait," She waved as he continued on his way. Can't wait for total humilation when he finds out I have a tail and mutter something about witchcraft.
* * *
Cordelia entered the Hyperion, carrying fifteen bags. "Angel!" She shouted. "I need you're help!"
"What's wrong Cordy? Demon attack?" Angel asked.
"Date Thursday, and I need you to help me pick out what to wear!" Cordelia said, dragging him upstairs.
"You have a date?" Angel asked.
"Yeah, I got my hooks into one," Cordelia joked. "Had to cast an illusion spell on him first," She winked. She changed in the other room, while Angel sat on his bed, to be the judge.
"How's this?" Cordelia asked, coming out in a black dress, which was tighter around the top than the bottom. She spun in a circle for Angel to see. "Good, Bad, too retro?" She asked.
Angel stared at her, taking in her beauty. "It's uh..." He saw that it gave a large hint of cleavage. "More fourth date," He stated.
"Mmm...kay, let's see what else..." Cordelia headed back into the other room to try on something else.
* * *
Twenty three outfits later, Cordelia came out looking like a vision. She wore a black three quater top, with a white flowing skirt, soft and feminine.
"You like?" She asked.
Angel gulped. He couldn't help but stare at Cordelia. She was beautiful...he wondered why he hadn't paid that much attention before.
"I'll take that for a yes," She laughed. "Angel, can you help me with the zipper, it seems to be stuck..."
Angel immediately rose to help her out of her clothes. No....help her unzip the zipper...nothing more... he corrected himself.
He went over, and placed one hand on the small of her back, and the other unzipping her skirt, slowly.
Cordelia turned, but he hadn't let go of her, causing her to trip over a nearby dress and him to fall on top of her. She looked like she was about to say something, then changed her mind, seeing Angel watch her. He brushed a strand of hair out of her face, and then leaned down, kissing her gently.
Cordelia kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck, stroking his back. What am I DOING? Shot through her brain like an arrow. She pulled back, snapping back into reality. "Angel," She whispered. "We can't."
Angel rolled off of her. "God, Cordy, I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me, I took advantage I'm so sorry," He babbled. "I just...I have to go check on Conner," He excused, and then quickly exited.
"Yeah..." Was all Cordelia could manage before changing into a different dress.
* * *
"So, everyone ready?" Gunn asked.
"Yeah," Was the reply.
"All right, let's get some food," Gunn clapped his hands together, as Angel started the car.
"I'm bloody famished," Spike announced, sitting in the back with Cordelia and Gunn.
"Eat Cordelia, she probably tastes better. She had hotdogs for lunch," Gunn suggested.
"Already had my blood mate, I'm craving garlic bread," Spike stated.
* * *
At the restaurant, The gang sat in a large L-shaped booth, Spike, Cordelia, Angel on one side, and Gunn, Fred, and Wesley on the other.
"Hey, Catwoman," Spike said to Cordelia. "If I get the salad, will you get the spaghetti and split with me?" He asked.
"Okay, you have to split an Ice Cream Mountain with me," She said.
"What's that?" Spike asked. "Twenty scoops of assorted flavors of icecream, topped with whipped cream and a cherry..." Spike read off the menu. "Alright."
Angel glared at Spike. They're sharing food now? When did they become best friends?
* * *
Cordelia, and Spike were splitting their large pile of ice cream, while Fred, Wesley, and Gunn split an EXTREMELY large milkshake.
Angel drank glass of blood that looked like wine. Cordelia's leg kept pressing up against him, making him nervous. If he had to breath, he'd be taking in deep nervous breaths. Thank god I don't have to breath.
Fred seemed slightly drunk on the little wine she had had. "You two are so cute!" She giggled.
"No you are," Gunn laughed.
"No I am," Fred laughed.
"Yes you are very beautiful," Wesley encouraged.
"No you are!" Fred giggled again.
"I'm beautiful," Welsey told Gunn.
"Girly man," Gunn shot back.
Spike lit a cigarrette, either ignoring or ignorant of the No Smoking sign clearly posted above their table.
"Excuse me sir, you can't smoke in here," A strawberry-blonde waitress informed him.
"Really?" Spike asked in mock surprise. "Oh dear, I feel absolutely horrified!" He continued. "I had no idea you couldn't smoke in here, my dear lord, I'm so sorry, can you show me a place I can smoke without disturbing any of these nice people?" Spike asked. The five stared at him.
"Right this way sir," The waitress informed him. Spike let her lead him outside, before turning around and punching her head off.
Wires frazzled, and the robot fell to the ground. "Warren's been building again has he?" Spike asked, carrying the body to the car, shoving it in the trunk. He headed back inside. "Bloody moron, making bots again," Was all Spike replied, lighting another cigarrette, smoking it before heading back inside.
"Waitress was a robot," Spike informed them. "This bloke, back in Sunnyhell, made 'em. Guess he got back into the business," Spike remarked. "Better tell the...Willow," Spike said.
"Yes, the Willow," Cordelia repeated.
"Look, do any of you have a phone?" Spike asked. Angel handed his cell phone over. "You have a cell phone?" Spike looked at him in disbelief. "What in the bloody hell are you doing with a cell phone?"
"Important situations call for it, so I can be reached at all times," Angel stated.
"How do you work the blasted thing?" Spike asked. "What's this button do?" He asked.
"Answers your voice mail," Cordelia explained.
"That's the button I push?" Angel asked. "I've been trying to figure that out!"
"Are all vampires phone-retarded?" Gunn asked.
"Just the old ones," Cordelia replied, receiving glares from Angel and Spike.
* * *
Buffy sat in the living room, with Xander, Tara, Anya, Willow, and Dawn, trying to figure out where Spike was.
"He wouldn't be in L.A. would he?" Anya asked.
"Angel's in L.A., I highly doubt it," Buffy remarked.
"Yeah, Deadboy, and Deadboy Jr. don't really have family reunions," Xander told her.
"So...could he have gone back to England? I mean it was his homeland," Tara suggested.
"Let's face it, he could be anywhere," Buffy stated. "I mean except L.A. That's the LAST place on earth he'd go..."
Willow remained silent. She was the only one who knew where Spike was, and why.
The phone rang. "I'll get it, it's probably for me," Dawn remarked.
"Hello?" She said as she picked up the phone in the kitchen.
"Nibblet!" Spike exclaimed. "How've you been?"
"Oh my god, where are you?" She asked. "You just dissappeared!"
"Well I'm in Los Angelos, soaking up the sun," Spike joked.
"You're going to be back in time for my birthday right?" Dawn asked hopefully.
"Of course I will Nibblet, I wouldn't miss it for the world," Spike promised. "Lemme speak to Red," He told her.
"Alright, Willow, it's for you!" Dawn handed the phone over happily to Willow. Spike was okay!
Willow picked up the phone. "Did you get it yet?" She asked.
"It'll be ready tomorrow. I'll drive it down in a few days. Willow, Warren's making bots again. I found one in a restaurant tonight, got her in Angel's car," He informed her.
"We haven't seen anything of the nerds since they turned Buffy invisible," Willow remarked. "Wonder why he's building bots again. Well I'll look into it, I'll see you in a few days," She said, and then hung up the phone. She watched Tara, who had been sitting on the opposite side of the room the entire time. She was barely speaking to Willow, let alone have a normal conversation with her.
"Life sucks," Willow muttered, rejoining the group.
"Spike's IN L.A.?" Buffy stated in disbelief. "But why...how..." She seemed at a loss for words.
Email: angel_of_ice19@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Cordelia deals with more (funny) consequences from becoming a demon, while Spike makes a visit to L.A. A/C
A/N: Please review or send any comments or flames to my email above :) Words inside * are what the characters are thinking, and ***( )*** is someone having a vision. Bear with me on the symbols, it doesn't let me do italics :) This takes place after Provider, Season 3 on Angel, and I guess Gone, Season 6 on Buffy.
A/N2: Thank you to everyone for reviewing!!! For those who haven't, plz R&R....or just Review.... hehe :)
Chapter Three: Does This Dress Make Me Look Fat?
Cordelia walked along the stores, hoping to find something she could wear to dinner in two nights. Angel had ordered that they all go out and have some fun, even though a restaurant was the last place on Earth that Cordelia wanted to go for fun.
Make that the last place on Earth I want to go period. Cordelia thought. She had found a few skirts that would hide her tail, but she wanted more than just three items. She sighed, staring at a diamond ring in a jewelry store, when she bumped into someone.
"Sorry," She said immediately, and then looked up to see who she had bumped into.
"It's all right, I wasn't watching where I was going," He apologized.
"Oh..." Cordelia said. The guy had gorgeous green eyes, and sandy blond hair. He was about two inches taller than her, but Cordelia didn't care...he was great-looking.
"I'm Evan by the way, Evan Grear," He stuck out his hand.
"I'm Cordelia Chase," She said, shaking his hand.
"Cordelia, it's a beautiful name," He complimented.
"Thank you," She breathed. Wait a sec, did he just say that I have a beautiful name? How cheesy! She thought. She was going to tell him off, when she saw him smiling at her. Oh hell, I'm shallow, I don't care. He's too hot to pass up!
"This might be a bit forward, but would you like to go to dinner with me?" He asked.
"I'd like that," Cordelia grinned at him. Wait a sec...dinner? Dinner! Last time, I went all demony...god I need to learn not to agree to good-looking guys so quickly! She scolded herself. She found herself saying, "Here's my home number."
"All right, I'll call you then, dinner on Thursday?" He asked.
"I can't wait," She waved as he continued on his way. Can't wait for total humilation when he finds out I have a tail and mutter something about witchcraft.
* * *
Cordelia entered the Hyperion, carrying fifteen bags. "Angel!" She shouted. "I need you're help!"
"What's wrong Cordy? Demon attack?" Angel asked.
"Date Thursday, and I need you to help me pick out what to wear!" Cordelia said, dragging him upstairs.
"You have a date?" Angel asked.
"Yeah, I got my hooks into one," Cordelia joked. "Had to cast an illusion spell on him first," She winked. She changed in the other room, while Angel sat on his bed, to be the judge.
"How's this?" Cordelia asked, coming out in a black dress, which was tighter around the top than the bottom. She spun in a circle for Angel to see. "Good, Bad, too retro?" She asked.
Angel stared at her, taking in her beauty. "It's uh..." He saw that it gave a large hint of cleavage. "More fourth date," He stated.
"Mmm...kay, let's see what else..." Cordelia headed back into the other room to try on something else.
* * *
Twenty three outfits later, Cordelia came out looking like a vision. She wore a black three quater top, with a white flowing skirt, soft and feminine.
"You like?" She asked.
Angel gulped. He couldn't help but stare at Cordelia. She was beautiful...he wondered why he hadn't paid that much attention before.
"I'll take that for a yes," She laughed. "Angel, can you help me with the zipper, it seems to be stuck..."
Angel immediately rose to help her out of her clothes. No....help her unzip the zipper...nothing more... he corrected himself.
He went over, and placed one hand on the small of her back, and the other unzipping her skirt, slowly.
Cordelia turned, but he hadn't let go of her, causing her to trip over a nearby dress and him to fall on top of her. She looked like she was about to say something, then changed her mind, seeing Angel watch her. He brushed a strand of hair out of her face, and then leaned down, kissing her gently.
Cordelia kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck, stroking his back. What am I DOING? Shot through her brain like an arrow. She pulled back, snapping back into reality. "Angel," She whispered. "We can't."
Angel rolled off of her. "God, Cordy, I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me, I took advantage I'm so sorry," He babbled. "I just...I have to go check on Conner," He excused, and then quickly exited.
"Yeah..." Was all Cordelia could manage before changing into a different dress.
* * *
"So, everyone ready?" Gunn asked.
"Yeah," Was the reply.
"All right, let's get some food," Gunn clapped his hands together, as Angel started the car.
"I'm bloody famished," Spike announced, sitting in the back with Cordelia and Gunn.
"Eat Cordelia, she probably tastes better. She had hotdogs for lunch," Gunn suggested.
"Already had my blood mate, I'm craving garlic bread," Spike stated.
* * *
At the restaurant, The gang sat in a large L-shaped booth, Spike, Cordelia, Angel on one side, and Gunn, Fred, and Wesley on the other.
"Hey, Catwoman," Spike said to Cordelia. "If I get the salad, will you get the spaghetti and split with me?" He asked.
"Okay, you have to split an Ice Cream Mountain with me," She said.
"What's that?" Spike asked. "Twenty scoops of assorted flavors of icecream, topped with whipped cream and a cherry..." Spike read off the menu. "Alright."
Angel glared at Spike. They're sharing food now? When did they become best friends?
* * *
Cordelia, and Spike were splitting their large pile of ice cream, while Fred, Wesley, and Gunn split an EXTREMELY large milkshake.
Angel drank glass of blood that looked like wine. Cordelia's leg kept pressing up against him, making him nervous. If he had to breath, he'd be taking in deep nervous breaths. Thank god I don't have to breath.
Fred seemed slightly drunk on the little wine she had had. "You two are so cute!" She giggled.
"No you are," Gunn laughed.
"No I am," Fred laughed.
"Yes you are very beautiful," Wesley encouraged.
"No you are!" Fred giggled again.
"I'm beautiful," Welsey told Gunn.
"Girly man," Gunn shot back.
Spike lit a cigarrette, either ignoring or ignorant of the No Smoking sign clearly posted above their table.
"Excuse me sir, you can't smoke in here," A strawberry-blonde waitress informed him.
"Really?" Spike asked in mock surprise. "Oh dear, I feel absolutely horrified!" He continued. "I had no idea you couldn't smoke in here, my dear lord, I'm so sorry, can you show me a place I can smoke without disturbing any of these nice people?" Spike asked. The five stared at him.
"Right this way sir," The waitress informed him. Spike let her lead him outside, before turning around and punching her head off.
Wires frazzled, and the robot fell to the ground. "Warren's been building again has he?" Spike asked, carrying the body to the car, shoving it in the trunk. He headed back inside. "Bloody moron, making bots again," Was all Spike replied, lighting another cigarrette, smoking it before heading back inside.
"Waitress was a robot," Spike informed them. "This bloke, back in Sunnyhell, made 'em. Guess he got back into the business," Spike remarked. "Better tell the...Willow," Spike said.
"Yes, the Willow," Cordelia repeated.
"Look, do any of you have a phone?" Spike asked. Angel handed his cell phone over. "You have a cell phone?" Spike looked at him in disbelief. "What in the bloody hell are you doing with a cell phone?"
"Important situations call for it, so I can be reached at all times," Angel stated.
"How do you work the blasted thing?" Spike asked. "What's this button do?" He asked.
"Answers your voice mail," Cordelia explained.
"That's the button I push?" Angel asked. "I've been trying to figure that out!"
"Are all vampires phone-retarded?" Gunn asked.
"Just the old ones," Cordelia replied, receiving glares from Angel and Spike.
* * *
Buffy sat in the living room, with Xander, Tara, Anya, Willow, and Dawn, trying to figure out where Spike was.
"He wouldn't be in L.A. would he?" Anya asked.
"Angel's in L.A., I highly doubt it," Buffy remarked.
"Yeah, Deadboy, and Deadboy Jr. don't really have family reunions," Xander told her.
"So...could he have gone back to England? I mean it was his homeland," Tara suggested.
"Let's face it, he could be anywhere," Buffy stated. "I mean except L.A. That's the LAST place on earth he'd go..."
Willow remained silent. She was the only one who knew where Spike was, and why.
The phone rang. "I'll get it, it's probably for me," Dawn remarked.
"Hello?" She said as she picked up the phone in the kitchen.
"Nibblet!" Spike exclaimed. "How've you been?"
"Oh my god, where are you?" She asked. "You just dissappeared!"
"Well I'm in Los Angelos, soaking up the sun," Spike joked.
"You're going to be back in time for my birthday right?" Dawn asked hopefully.
"Of course I will Nibblet, I wouldn't miss it for the world," Spike promised. "Lemme speak to Red," He told her.
"Alright, Willow, it's for you!" Dawn handed the phone over happily to Willow. Spike was okay!
Willow picked up the phone. "Did you get it yet?" She asked.
"It'll be ready tomorrow. I'll drive it down in a few days. Willow, Warren's making bots again. I found one in a restaurant tonight, got her in Angel's car," He informed her.
"We haven't seen anything of the nerds since they turned Buffy invisible," Willow remarked. "Wonder why he's building bots again. Well I'll look into it, I'll see you in a few days," She said, and then hung up the phone. She watched Tara, who had been sitting on the opposite side of the room the entire time. She was barely speaking to Willow, let alone have a normal conversation with her.
"Life sucks," Willow muttered, rejoining the group.
"Spike's IN L.A.?" Buffy stated in disbelief. "But why...how..." She seemed at a loss for words.