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CHAPTER TWO
Connor watched Cordelia sitting in the sun at the beach. She said something about needing to recharge her batteries. The shopping trip had been a learning experience. Cordelia had wanted to hit all the expensive boutiques as if something in her remembered being rich. Connor assured her in the time he knew her she had been on a budget. She had bitched and moaned all through the Wal-Mart they ended up in. Maybe it wouldn't have been so bad had they not gone window-shopping at the boutiques first. As it was, her constant whining was outweighing her pleasing features. Still, she walked away with a few outfits including the bikini she had on now and a swimsuit for him.
Now he sat huddled on a towel on the hot sand, feeling horrifically exposed. Where he was from people didn't laze about in the sun. It was a waste of time better spent training. Besides, sitting out in the open was just begging to for something to come by and kill you.
Cordelia had given him a tube of smelly lotion and told him to put it all over his skin to keep him from burning. She made some comments about him being pastier than a Brit and he wasn't sure if it was an insult or not.
He had smeared a little on himself but his fingers stumbled and stopped as he watched her hands languidly spreading the lotion over her tanned flesh. Cordelia was beautiful. He didn't care what Fred had told him about Cordelia being like a mother to him during those weeks they had searched for her with Fred bleating on and on about him needing her back in his life. He had no mother. Holtz had been father, mother, tutor, and tormentor to him. It was all he had ever known or needed. By the time he had been returned to this world he had no need of mothering. He hadn't seen Cordelia or Fred as mothers, more like someone he had to please to keep them from prying into his affairs. He had been suckled on hate and power so what did he need of tender mothering. It was only an emotional crutch and another way to open someone to pain as Fred had proved that painfully with her taser and her total joy in using it. They weren't a forgiving bunch but he rather respected that.
"Do my back, Connor." Cordelia passed him back the sun tan lotion.
His eyes widened. "What?"
"Put it on my back."
She turned her back on him. Once the thought of 'what a dumb, dangerous thing to do,' flittered out of his mind, Connor realized what her request entailed. He touched her hesitantly. Her skin was warm and soft under his calloused hands.
He had never been this close to a woman with this much flesh showing before. He never had any kind of intimate contact with women, not even so much as a caressing. His hands shook some as he worked the cool lotion into her. He had trouble making his hands work as his body responded to her closeness in a very apparent way.
He knew this was natural but there had been little to arouse him in the demon realm he grew up in. It felt good but it was embarrassing, the way it tented up the Hawaiian print of his trunks.
"Done," he said hoarsely, putting a tiny bit of distance between them.
"Let me do you," she offered.
"No! I need." Connor looked about frantically for a distraction and saw the people frolicking in the surf. "To take a swim."
Hoping to shield his shame from her, he hustled awkwardly into the ocean. Things like this had happened to him before after pleasing dreams. Once Holtz had caught him touching himself to relieve the tension. The beating he had received for commit the sin of Onan had robbed him of any real desire to be in this situation again
When he felt calmer, he headed back for his towel, sand sticking to his feet. He flopped down and looked over at Cordelia. The brilliant yellow of her suit highlighted her skin, most of which was uncovered and gleaming. He thought she was asleep until she opened her eyes and smiled.
"Ready for me to put the lotion on your back?" she asked.
"Yes."
He had wanted to say no but she would probably want to know why. He tensed at having someone behind him. He hated the exposed feeling. His skin shuddered at her touch. As his body threatened to betray him again, Connor swallowed hard and tried to find something to do to take his mind off of the wonderful feel of her hands massaging his back. He watched the people surfing and body boarding.
"That looks like fun." He nodded toward the shoreline.
"I guess it does. I've never done it."
He glanced over his shoulder at her. "You don't know that."
She laughed. "You have a point. I don't think it's me though."
"Maybe not." He remembered Cordelia being a bit prissy and the ocean water with all its life and pollutants didn't seem like something she would have wanted touching her.
"Okay done." She patted his shoulder.
"Now what?"
"You lie down and enjoy the sun," she replied brightly.
"Oh." Connor couldn't keep the disappointment out of his voice. He laid down and tried to just relax. He made it maybe ten minutes before the boredom overwhelmed him.
All he could think about was Cordelia's touch, the way the sun glistened on her skin, the curve of her breasts and hips. He didn't know if it was normal to obsess like this. Holtz would have discouraged him, he was sure of it. And since Gunn and Fred had cast him out and welcomed back that creature he had flung into the ocean, he was left to figure things out on his own. Why they cared so much about what he had done to a demon he couldn't say. It made no sense to him and as he had noted earlier, they were neither forgiving nor interested in hearing anyone's point of view other than their own. He had seen them jump to one conclusion after another over logic chasms so big he didn't know how they didn't just fall in and disappear. Maybe he was better off without them.
Needing a distraction from what he wanted to try with Cordelia, or maybe any willing girl since it was something his body was telling him he needed and ought to try, Connor got up and wandered the beach. He found a place that rented body boards. He spent time trying to get the hand of it. Finally he saw Cordy waving at him from the shore. He rode the board in, having gained some simple mastery over it. He looked at her, a big grin on his face.
She smiled back. "Having fun?"
"Yes actually. Are you ready to go?" He cast a longing glance back at the water. He wanted to stay and find someone to teach him surfing.
"I'm getting sort of hungry."
"I think we can manage dinner. Where would you like to go?" he asked.
"I wish I could remember what I like to eat.but I do know I'm sick to death of Mexican but I'm not sure why," Cordelia wrinkled her nose.
Connor nodded. "I know exactly what you mean. I think we can find something different."
He looked around, knowing he didn't have much money left. There were people beginning to cluster around the beachside clubs now that night was drawing closer. He saw one that seemed to be looking at them a bit too intently as he talked on his cell phone. Connor figured he was staring at Cordelia; a lot of them were. Helping her with their beach gear, he angled off toward the man, who paid them little heed as he talked softly into his phone. Connor pretended to stumble and bumped into the man. Cordelia helped him regain his balance, oblivious to the fact that he had just picked the man's pocket. Holtz had taught him similar skills, anything to learn how to unarm an enemy or take away something from them covertly if need be. Connor had used that talent to his monetary advantage since arriving back in L.A. At least now, he and Cordy could get a good meal.
* * *
Robert Beers enjoyed working for Wolfram and Hart as one of their leg men. They paid better than well and the work was never boring, well at least not usually. Okay, if you did your job badly you were likely to become something's dinner but it beat using his private investigator's license to stalk cheating husbands. He hadn't planned for a day at the beach after a day of shopping but he found he could nurse a drink at the Beachcombers' Pub and still see his marks well enough. Watching someone sunbathe, even someone as pretty as Ms. Chase, was dull but Lilah had made it clear that both Chase and the kid she was with were to be under constant surveillance. Finally they seemed to be packing it in for the day. He took out his cellular and placed a call.
"Ms. Morgan, yeah it's Beers. Yes, I know exactly where they're both at. I've been baking my brains at the beach all day. Looks like they're on the move again.no, they've done nothing interesting or threatening at all. We shopped at the Yuppie stores, ended up at Wal-Mart and the rest of the day has been spent at the beach. The kid body boarded for a little while and Chase just lounged about working on her melanoma.okay, I'll .wait they're heading right for me. Damn it, I hope they haven't made me."
Beers started talking to Lilah like he was her boyfriend laying out a fun evening. The pair walked right up to him but they didn't seem to see him as a threat. The kid tripped over his own big feet and plowed into him. Still, they just walked off, obviously not concerned about him.
"All right, Ms. Morgan, they didn't seem to mark me. The kid accidentally ran into me, not apparent threat there though. I'll follow them to their next destination. I'll give Warner a call and he can take over the night shift," Beers said, digging in his wallet to lay out some money for his drink and a tip. His wallet was nowhere to be found. "Son of a bitch. the kid pickpocketed me. Yeah, you're right, I'm really going to enjoy hurting him when the time comes. I'll check in once they're settled back in."
Beers disconnected the call and headed for his car, a nice non-descript white Civic, entertaining himself with ways of inflicting pain on the boy.
Author's Note - The Sin of Onan Genesis 38:1-10 is actually NOT masturbation as Holtz and people of his time (and forward) believed. Actually God was angry Onan "Spilled his semen on the ground" instead of impregnating his sister-in-law, which was what God wanted. God killed Onan for that and not for masturbating.
CHAPTER TWO
Connor watched Cordelia sitting in the sun at the beach. She said something about needing to recharge her batteries. The shopping trip had been a learning experience. Cordelia had wanted to hit all the expensive boutiques as if something in her remembered being rich. Connor assured her in the time he knew her she had been on a budget. She had bitched and moaned all through the Wal-Mart they ended up in. Maybe it wouldn't have been so bad had they not gone window-shopping at the boutiques first. As it was, her constant whining was outweighing her pleasing features. Still, she walked away with a few outfits including the bikini she had on now and a swimsuit for him.
Now he sat huddled on a towel on the hot sand, feeling horrifically exposed. Where he was from people didn't laze about in the sun. It was a waste of time better spent training. Besides, sitting out in the open was just begging to for something to come by and kill you.
Cordelia had given him a tube of smelly lotion and told him to put it all over his skin to keep him from burning. She made some comments about him being pastier than a Brit and he wasn't sure if it was an insult or not.
He had smeared a little on himself but his fingers stumbled and stopped as he watched her hands languidly spreading the lotion over her tanned flesh. Cordelia was beautiful. He didn't care what Fred had told him about Cordelia being like a mother to him during those weeks they had searched for her with Fred bleating on and on about him needing her back in his life. He had no mother. Holtz had been father, mother, tutor, and tormentor to him. It was all he had ever known or needed. By the time he had been returned to this world he had no need of mothering. He hadn't seen Cordelia or Fred as mothers, more like someone he had to please to keep them from prying into his affairs. He had been suckled on hate and power so what did he need of tender mothering. It was only an emotional crutch and another way to open someone to pain as Fred had proved that painfully with her taser and her total joy in using it. They weren't a forgiving bunch but he rather respected that.
"Do my back, Connor." Cordelia passed him back the sun tan lotion.
His eyes widened. "What?"
"Put it on my back."
She turned her back on him. Once the thought of 'what a dumb, dangerous thing to do,' flittered out of his mind, Connor realized what her request entailed. He touched her hesitantly. Her skin was warm and soft under his calloused hands.
He had never been this close to a woman with this much flesh showing before. He never had any kind of intimate contact with women, not even so much as a caressing. His hands shook some as he worked the cool lotion into her. He had trouble making his hands work as his body responded to her closeness in a very apparent way.
He knew this was natural but there had been little to arouse him in the demon realm he grew up in. It felt good but it was embarrassing, the way it tented up the Hawaiian print of his trunks.
"Done," he said hoarsely, putting a tiny bit of distance between them.
"Let me do you," she offered.
"No! I need." Connor looked about frantically for a distraction and saw the people frolicking in the surf. "To take a swim."
Hoping to shield his shame from her, he hustled awkwardly into the ocean. Things like this had happened to him before after pleasing dreams. Once Holtz had caught him touching himself to relieve the tension. The beating he had received for commit the sin of Onan had robbed him of any real desire to be in this situation again
When he felt calmer, he headed back for his towel, sand sticking to his feet. He flopped down and looked over at Cordelia. The brilliant yellow of her suit highlighted her skin, most of which was uncovered and gleaming. He thought she was asleep until she opened her eyes and smiled.
"Ready for me to put the lotion on your back?" she asked.
"Yes."
He had wanted to say no but she would probably want to know why. He tensed at having someone behind him. He hated the exposed feeling. His skin shuddered at her touch. As his body threatened to betray him again, Connor swallowed hard and tried to find something to do to take his mind off of the wonderful feel of her hands massaging his back. He watched the people surfing and body boarding.
"That looks like fun." He nodded toward the shoreline.
"I guess it does. I've never done it."
He glanced over his shoulder at her. "You don't know that."
She laughed. "You have a point. I don't think it's me though."
"Maybe not." He remembered Cordelia being a bit prissy and the ocean water with all its life and pollutants didn't seem like something she would have wanted touching her.
"Okay done." She patted his shoulder.
"Now what?"
"You lie down and enjoy the sun," she replied brightly.
"Oh." Connor couldn't keep the disappointment out of his voice. He laid down and tried to just relax. He made it maybe ten minutes before the boredom overwhelmed him.
All he could think about was Cordelia's touch, the way the sun glistened on her skin, the curve of her breasts and hips. He didn't know if it was normal to obsess like this. Holtz would have discouraged him, he was sure of it. And since Gunn and Fred had cast him out and welcomed back that creature he had flung into the ocean, he was left to figure things out on his own. Why they cared so much about what he had done to a demon he couldn't say. It made no sense to him and as he had noted earlier, they were neither forgiving nor interested in hearing anyone's point of view other than their own. He had seen them jump to one conclusion after another over logic chasms so big he didn't know how they didn't just fall in and disappear. Maybe he was better off without them.
Needing a distraction from what he wanted to try with Cordelia, or maybe any willing girl since it was something his body was telling him he needed and ought to try, Connor got up and wandered the beach. He found a place that rented body boards. He spent time trying to get the hand of it. Finally he saw Cordy waving at him from the shore. He rode the board in, having gained some simple mastery over it. He looked at her, a big grin on his face.
She smiled back. "Having fun?"
"Yes actually. Are you ready to go?" He cast a longing glance back at the water. He wanted to stay and find someone to teach him surfing.
"I'm getting sort of hungry."
"I think we can manage dinner. Where would you like to go?" he asked.
"I wish I could remember what I like to eat.but I do know I'm sick to death of Mexican but I'm not sure why," Cordelia wrinkled her nose.
Connor nodded. "I know exactly what you mean. I think we can find something different."
He looked around, knowing he didn't have much money left. There were people beginning to cluster around the beachside clubs now that night was drawing closer. He saw one that seemed to be looking at them a bit too intently as he talked on his cell phone. Connor figured he was staring at Cordelia; a lot of them were. Helping her with their beach gear, he angled off toward the man, who paid them little heed as he talked softly into his phone. Connor pretended to stumble and bumped into the man. Cordelia helped him regain his balance, oblivious to the fact that he had just picked the man's pocket. Holtz had taught him similar skills, anything to learn how to unarm an enemy or take away something from them covertly if need be. Connor had used that talent to his monetary advantage since arriving back in L.A. At least now, he and Cordy could get a good meal.
* * *
Robert Beers enjoyed working for Wolfram and Hart as one of their leg men. They paid better than well and the work was never boring, well at least not usually. Okay, if you did your job badly you were likely to become something's dinner but it beat using his private investigator's license to stalk cheating husbands. He hadn't planned for a day at the beach after a day of shopping but he found he could nurse a drink at the Beachcombers' Pub and still see his marks well enough. Watching someone sunbathe, even someone as pretty as Ms. Chase, was dull but Lilah had made it clear that both Chase and the kid she was with were to be under constant surveillance. Finally they seemed to be packing it in for the day. He took out his cellular and placed a call.
"Ms. Morgan, yeah it's Beers. Yes, I know exactly where they're both at. I've been baking my brains at the beach all day. Looks like they're on the move again.no, they've done nothing interesting or threatening at all. We shopped at the Yuppie stores, ended up at Wal-Mart and the rest of the day has been spent at the beach. The kid body boarded for a little while and Chase just lounged about working on her melanoma.okay, I'll .wait they're heading right for me. Damn it, I hope they haven't made me."
Beers started talking to Lilah like he was her boyfriend laying out a fun evening. The pair walked right up to him but they didn't seem to see him as a threat. The kid tripped over his own big feet and plowed into him. Still, they just walked off, obviously not concerned about him.
"All right, Ms. Morgan, they didn't seem to mark me. The kid accidentally ran into me, not apparent threat there though. I'll follow them to their next destination. I'll give Warner a call and he can take over the night shift," Beers said, digging in his wallet to lay out some money for his drink and a tip. His wallet was nowhere to be found. "Son of a bitch. the kid pickpocketed me. Yeah, you're right, I'm really going to enjoy hurting him when the time comes. I'll check in once they're settled back in."
Beers disconnected the call and headed for his car, a nice non-descript white Civic, entertaining himself with ways of inflicting pain on the boy.
Author's Note - The Sin of Onan Genesis 38:1-10 is actually NOT masturbation as Holtz and people of his time (and forward) believed. Actually God was angry Onan "Spilled his semen on the ground" instead of impregnating his sister-in-law, which was what God wanted. God killed Onan for that and not for masturbating.