A/N *Insane1*- Umm..well, not much to say, except Thanks soooo much for the
reviews. Oh, and most die-hard C/A shippers are gonna REALLY like this one.
I hope. Not giving a single thing away this time. Are we Mrs O?
A/N *Mrs O*- *Muffled* No..
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*~*~*~*Angel*~*~*~*
Angel tugged at his bowtie once more. The damn thing just would not do up properly. It was so frustrating. He glanced at his watch. 7:45pm. Not good. He was meeting Cordelia at 8, and wasn't anywhere near ready yet. Sure, he'd showered, shaved, styled his hair, brushed his teeth and gotten dressed into his tux..but he didn't have his cufflinks on..and this stupid thing around his neck was not co-operating!
Lowering his hands in defeat, Angel looked into the bathroom mirror again. He wasn't gonna deny it; He looked good..Hell, he looked DAMN good. He grinned smugly at his reflection as he gave himself the once-over. Once he was finished 'checking himself out' he smiled in satisfaction. "I still got it." He crowed, then stopped smiling and furrowed his brow once more. "Now..if I could work out how to fix this thing.." He mumbled, returning his attention to his bowtie yet again.
*~*~*~*Cordy*~*~*~*
Cordelia twirled around in front of the mirror, taking in the overall effect of her outfit. She still wasn't quite sure if it was appropriate. It looked great, she knew that much, but was it too much? It wasn't like she had to impress Angel..she shouldn't even be trying. She was engaged to another man and even though she knew deep down that she should be with Angel..she *was* technically still with Groo. She looked at the clock. 7:45pm. She didn't have the time to change. This outfit would have to do.
Applying the finishing touches of her makeup, Cordelia smiled at her reflection. She looked good and felt good. This was going to be the most perfect evening..
Immediately, she put a stop to her thoughts. The most perfect evening? Wasn't that what Groo's proposal had been? "Groo.." She mused, playing with her ring then placing it back on the dresser next to the photo of the two of them that she had brought with her. Slowly, she picked up the picture. It was taken in Tuscany on their last vacation together. He had his arm around her and they were both beaming. She looked down at his image sadly, and ran a finger along his tiny face delicately. "I'm sorry.." She found herself whispering. "I don't want to hurt you..But I'm not meant to be with you..At least I don't think I am..See..I..I think I may be falling in lo-" There was a sharp knock at her door, cutting Cordelia's reflection short.
She turned quickly and looked at the door, the picture still in her hands. She shook her head and looked at the picture and smiled sadly as she placed it facedown on the dresser. She looked back towards the door. "Coming.." She called, taking one last glance at her fiancé's down turned photo. "I'm sorry.." She whispered once more.
Now, if only it would be that easy face-to-face.
*~*~*~*Angel*~*~*~*
"Coming.." Cordelia's voice called through the door. Angel smiled nervously. It still amazed him that this girl..sorry..woman had such an effect on him. It was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. A voice inside his head tried to tell him that it was love..but he wouldn't hear it. There was no way he could be in love. He had only just met her..It was impossible to fall for someone he didn't know, right?
Deep down he knew that was wrong.
He knew that this woman was different from the word go. He knew that the entire situation was different. He'd felt almost drawn to her for no apparent reason..and he couldn't turn her into a rambling bimbo with a smile like all the other women he'd met. He noticed her smile and sparkling eyes..not her long legs and perfect cleavage. (Though, it wasn't to say that he *hadn't* noticed them.) She wasn't just a piece of meat like the others..She made his heart do back-flips with just a glance..and she had him wrapped around her little finger almost instantly.
That wasn't normal. Not for him. He was no woman's lapdog. Never had been and never would be..or so he had thought. Now he wasn't so sure. Cordelia only had to say the word and he would jump through hoops. He would do anything to make her happy, and it scared him. She was the first and only woman to ever make him feel this way..which led him to believe that it was more than just a fling. That *she* was more than any other woman. That he, quite possibly, loved her..or was falling in love with her. It was the only rational explanation, short of a nervous breakdown. The problem was that he was having a hard time admitting it.
When she opened the door he was left almost speechless. She looked beautiful. Her dress was a deep red, almost maroon, and flowed out at her hips from a perfectly fitted corset shaped top to a full length ball gown. When Cordelia smiled at him, Angel could only whimper.
"Hi.." He practically yelped. Swallowing and cringing at his pathetic greeting he regained his composure. He smiled and looked her up and down appreciatively. "You look amazing..Completely and totally breathtaking..Wow."
She had the grace to act modest. After all, she'd heard the true depth of his reaction when he had practically whimpered his greeting. Nibbling her lower lip in a humble manner, she looked at him and smiled. "Thanks..You don't look so bad yourself." She was under exaggerating (Obviously). He looked drop-dead gorgeous.
His tux fitted him perfectly in all the right places, accentuating his muscles and his already illustrious 'suave vibe'. He oozed sex appeal and style..and his bow tie was sitting on the cutest angle..almost as if he was daring to be both suave and a little brash. It kinda gave him the whole 'face of an angel with a rich, gooey, bad-boy center' clichéd kinda look. Cordelia smirked. She had to admit that she liked that image..especially on him. It suited him.
"Thanks." He replied, extending his arm. "Shall we?" He smiled.
She linked her arm with his and nodded. "Why..I thought you'd never ask."
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When they walked into the hotel's ballroom, Cordelia gasped at its beauty. There were white and red balloons and streamers carefully positioned above them to hang from the ceiling where they created upside-down arcs, and red and white roses arranged in perfect bouquets on tables and other appropriate places around the room. The band was set up in the far corner, playing a methodical and relaxing instrumental number and couples were slowly swaying to the music on the dance floor.
The atmosphere exuded romance and intimacy.
"Angel.." She finally managed, "Isn't it beautiful?"
He nodded, also clearly awestruck by the room's splendour. "It is." He replied, then looked into her eyes with a look of intense attraction. "Which is why it's perfect for you.." He stopped and rolled his eyes. "Okay..that was cheesy.." He proclaimed. She giggled and he half smiled. "But it was..and is still the truth."
Cordelia didn't know how to reply. He was so charming, ultimately lust- worthy and his eyes were so..soulful. When he had looked into her eyes before, she had fought the urge to dissolve completely. You could get lost in that loving gaze..and she had felt herself slipping. So she had to stay focussed. 'You're still engaged, Cor.' Her mind repeated time and time again. 'Still engaged to another man. Still engaged. Not to him.'
After a few seconds, she realised she still hadn't said anything to him. Smiling appreciatively, she nodded. "Thank you." She replied finally. "You're sweet. Cheesy, but sweet."
Angel looked towards the couples swaying together in the middle of the floor in front of the band. He looked back at his stunning date and cocked his head to the side, "Dance with me?" He asked.
"Love to." Cordelia replied, choosing to ignore her inner-voice and follow her..er..heart.
Angel led her to the center of the dance floor. He wanted her to be admired by all. She was stunning and deserved to be acknowledged for it. (Of course, the fact that he wanted to flaunt his prize for the evening to all the other men in the room had *nothing* to do with making her the center of attention.)
Cordelia smiled and placed her arms loosely around his neck. Angel pulled her closer to him as he assumed position and enveloped her waist in his arms. She leant her head on his strong chest as they swayed in motion to the music, taking in his cologne with every breath. She closed her eyes and they fell in sync with each other almost instantly.
He relaxed and rested his cheek on the top of her head, also closing his eyes and breathing her scent in rhythmically. Her shampoo mixed with the light aroma of her perfume was enthralling. Rocking to the music, Angel felt content. It was a feeling that he had thought completely lost to him..before Cordelia in any case.
Wait! That was it! *That* was the real reason as to why he knew she was different! He'd finally worked it out.
He had always thought of love as being painful. It was the source of hurt, suffering and loss. But now he wasn't so sure. There had to be more to love if he could be feeling so good around this woman. This was the first time he'd experienced a completely positive feeling towards a relationship (or the prospect of a relationship). It was the first time he'd had the gut instinct that she was special and that he'd be an idiot to let her go. She was the first woman to make him feel like this and it really did disturb him..but also strangely comforted him as well.
Then it *really* hit him. His trail of thoughts before. His thoughts now. His arguments with Gunn. His reaction to everything that was *her*..It all kept bringing him back to the same conclusion. *Everything* told him the same thing. He was falling in love with the woman currently in his arms.
For the first time in a long time, Liam O'Malley was able to internally admit his love towards a woman without fearing that it wasn't real, or that it was the wrong way to feel or that it was inevitably going to end badly. For the first time, he was able to admit that he was completely taken by someone and he wanted to spend eternity in her arms..
Of course, admitting it to himself was easy..the hard part would be admitting his true feelings to his friends and, most importantly, to the woman in question.
Angel raised his head and looked down at her, a small smile working its way onto his lips. He was falling in love with her and it felt good. She was the most exquisite, and precious thing he had ever encountered and he had her in his arms. Right now, she was all his.
Cordelia had felt him move and she opened her eyes slowly. She pulled herself away from his chest, a little reluctantly, and looked up at him. He smiled down at her and she couldn't help but melt at the passion she saw in his eyes. The big, brown, 'puppy-dog' orbs were filled with so many emotions that she thought they might overload and go kablooey. "Hey.." She whispered, trying weakly to maintain her mental stability. She was getting lost in those eyes again..and for the strangest reason, she didn't want to fight it anymore.
"Hey.." His voice was gentle yet it was fused with the same intensity of emotion as his gaze.
She smiled softly. "Penny for your thoughts?"
"You can have 'em for free if you want.." He replied, his voice still barely above a tender whisper.
Her smile broadened a little. "Nice to know."
"I was just thinking how perfect tonight is." He informed her. "The music..the roses..You being here." He gave a short, almost inaudible chuckle. "Actually, it's just the 'you' part. I mean, it's all wonderful..but when I look at you..God this is gonna sound even more cheesy than before..but it feels like nothing else matters. It's almost like there's-"
"There's nobody else in the room." She finished for him. He nodded and she snuggled against his chest once more. "Yeah.." She mumbled into his tux. "I know what you mean."
Angel couldn't believe it. It was too good to be true. His heart was doing an entire gymnastics routine in his chest and he was certain she could feel it..even through his jacket and shirt. Had she just said what he thought she'd said? If so, did she feel the same way towards him as he did towards her? Was she falling in love with him like he was with her? *Did* she already love him? *Could* she love him if she didn't already and wasn't falling yet? Was there-
Angel paused mid-thought and fought to rid his mind of his doubts. Not only were they gonna make his evening less perfect, but they were also gonna confuse the crap out of him. Instead of dwelling on the negative possibilities, he allowed his thoughts to travel back to the woman that was currently in his embrace. He rested his cheek on her head again and sighed contentedly. There wasn't too much more that could make tonight any more perfect.
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As the final song came to a finish, Cordelia and Angel were forced to draw apart and applaud with the other guests. Secretly, neither had wanted the evening to end. They felt safe in each other's arms. Nothing else had mattered during their dancing. Nobody else had even existed. It was almost as if time had paused for them. Almost as if they were given the chance to discover how meant for each other they really were. Neither was going to tell the other, though. They both feared rejection. They both feared being told by the other that they were crazy or were the only one feeling that way. But, even though these were legitimate fears to harbour, they were both missing the endless possibilities because they were too afraid to make that first step.
"Thank you," One of the band members was saying, "As you all know, tonight has been about love. Whether you've only just met this week..Whether you're here on a vacation with that special someone..Whether you're here on your honeymoon or even your 50th anniversary.. Tonight has been about celebrating that relationship and the love that exists between you and your special someone." The audience applauded and he smiled around the room. Once satisfied their clapping had ended, he continued. "So it is with our best wishes that we will play this song..as our encore and our gift to you.."
"Oh Please.." Cordelia rolled her eyes and leant in towards Angel, "Could this guy get any tackier?" She whispered. " 'As our encore and our gift to you.' "
Angel snicked as she mimicked the singer, then fought to regain his serious composure. "Cordelia.." He hissed, though still smirking, "Let the nice man finish his speech..however corny it may seem."
She giggled and wrapped her arm around him, hugging him to her without even realising it. Angel had noticed, however, and his heart started doing gymnastics within his chest again. Maintaining his suave exterior, he embraced Cordelia with his arm and together they listened to the rest of the singer's lengthy talk. Luckily he had reached the conclusion to his spiel.
"..Anyhow," He was saying, "We really enjoy this song because it truly portrays the way love can make us all feel. And it's realistic because it encompasses the fear and risks involved..Anyway, we hope you like our cover as much as we like playing it for you."
When he had finished, the couples on the dancefloor burst into another round of applause, and once again Cordelia Chase and Liam O'Malley found themselves drawing apart to clap courteously. The music started up and people assumed their dance positions once more. Cordelia recognised the music almost immediately. The song, 'If I Don't Tell You Now' performed by Ronan Keating (written/composed by Diane Warren), was on one of Mel's frequently over-played CDs. However, Cordy had always liked it. It really was a lovely track. She smiled as Angel bowed light-heartedly before her.
"Final dance, my lady?" He asked, his brown eyes shining up at her playfully.
She curtseyed and nodded, playing along with him. "Why, yes my lord.." She giggled, then stopped and pouted, her eyes still gleaming. "You know, I never really liked that women of Shakespearian times had to call men 'Lord'. I mean, how self-righteous were the men back then?"
Angel shook his head with a chuckle. "I really don't have any objections.." She hit him playfully and he had the grace to look mock ashamed. "But it was wrong." He added in a flat, yet still playful, voice. He looked at her again and put his 'puppy-dog' façade into practice. "Come on..last dance, remember?"
Rolling her eyes in defeat, Cordelia pretended to act annoyed. "Fine.." She sighed, taking position in his embrace for what would be the last time. She became serious as that thought hit her and leant her cheek onto his shoulder while they shifted in time with the music. "Thank you for this.." She whispered.
He breathed her scent in and planned to savour it as he nodded gently. "No..thank you."
Then neither spoke. Instead, each closed their eyes and listened to the lyrics of the song. It really was a moving piece..And it really did speak about the way they were feeling. Cordelia and Angel were both mesmerised. As it played, they secretly related it to their current situations.
**/"I've kept it inside for the longest time..And I can't keep keeping All this love that's inside my heart..Maybe it's safer not to say that I care..Maybe this road won't lead me anywhere,"/**
The words struck Angel first. He had kept his feelings hidden from even himself for a while and it was getting harder to keep it to himself now that he had worked it out. But he still had doubts and fears. Ones that, if they were true, would be damaging to him and it might be safer to leave it go..Or maybe it wouldn't go anywhere even if he did tell her..
Cordelia had never actually taken time to *really* listen to the lyrics. But now that she had, she felt herself relating with them completely. She was having a hard time admitting that she had feelings for Angel..and she had known that they had been there for a while. But, it would be safer for everyone if she didn't tell him. Groo wouldn't be heartbroken and her parents would never have to know..But then, what if she did tell Angel and nothing eventuated from it?
**/"But..If I don't tell you now (If I don't tell you now)..I may never get the chance again (I may never get the chance again) To tell you that I need you..Tell you what I'm feeling..If I keep these feelings in. And if I don't say the words (If I don't say the words)..How will you hear what's inside my heart. How will you know that If I don't tell you now.."/**
Angel felt torn. The words had a point. If he didn't tell her he might never get the chance again..and then he'd spend the rest of his life thinking 'What if..?'
Cordelia didn't know what to make of the chorus. At first she was saddened. They were words that not only mirrored her uncertainty..but sent her mind to drift back to the first verse. But then it hit her that if she didn't tell him..she might never get the chance again and would spend forever thinking about 'What if..?'
**/"I'd give anything to be in your dreams..And I can't stand standing by With this dream that's inside my heart. Maybe I'm only gonna make a mistake..And there's a chance maybe my heart will break.."/**
Both Cordy and Angel could feel the tug of the song. As the lyrics became stronger, and the emotion became clear, they both realised that it would be a big risk. Maybe it *would* be a mistake. And there *was* a chance their hearts could be broken..but they knew they couldn't let it lie. A step had to be taken.
**/"but..If I don't tell you now (If I don't tell you now)..I may never get the chance again (I may never get the chance again) To tell you that I need you..Tell you what I'm feeling..If I keep these feelings in. And if I don't say the words (If I don't say the words)..How will you hear what's inside my heart. How will you know that
If I don't tell you now.."/**
And as the chorus played again, the uncertainty started to disappear. Angel and Cordelia were starting to fully understand that this might be their only chance and the risks would have to be taken.
**/"How will you know you're inside my soul. Oh it's driving me crazy..'Cos you don't see (You don't see)..You're that one for me..I'm so afraid to say the way that I feel.."/**
The song was reaching its climax..The singer was starting to raise his voice and the beat was stronger. The message and conclusion were fast approaching.
Angel had made his decision. His doubts and fears were being echoed in the lyrics and the risk of telling her the depth of his feelings was enormous. But the point had been made. Love was about risks. And letting his feelings eat at him from the inside wasn't doing any good anyway..
Cordelia knew that what she was planning on doing could ruin everything she had set up in her life, but she didn't care. Her heart wanted Angel more than everything. The way he made her feel was amazing..and she couldn't leave without the knowledge that she *tried*. The 'What ifs' wouldn't eat at her then.
They were both still afraid to let the other know how they felt but, as the song pointed out..
**/"....If I don't tell you now (If I don't tell you now)..I may never get the chance again (I may never get the chance again) To tell you that I need you..Tell you what I'm feeling..If I keep these feelings in. And if I don't say the words (If I don't say the words)..How will you hear what's inside my heart. How will you know that
If I don't tell you now.."
"If I don't tell you now."/**
Cordelia snuggled into Angel's chest contentedly. She knew the song was ending, and she'd have to say something soon. The question was, could she pick up the courage (like in the song) and let him know?
Angel noticed Cordelia's action and wrapped his arms around her. For some reason, he was scared of telling her how he felt. After all, he'd never felt this way before. Then again, he'd never been falling in love like this before. Could he muster up the ability to tell her before it was too late?
They were both ripped out of their thoughts as the couples around them burst into applause once more. Begrudgingly, they pulled themselves apart and joined in. The lead singer bowed and took the mic in his hand.
Cordelia looked to Angel fearfully. "Not him again.." She moaned.
He fought not to laugh and pressed his finger to his lips. "Shhh.." He whispered, then winked to let her know he was only playing. "If we don't interrupt him, we *may* just get out of here by Christmas."
Giggling, Cordy nodded and looked towards the singer. He was in the middle of thanking people for coming.
"But..the night is still young." He said, running a hand through his sandy blonde hair. He smiled at the audience, and motioned towards the door. "So go out and enjoy it. And don't forget to tell that special someone just how much they mean to you."
One more round of applause and the group forwarded out. Angel and Cordelia linked arms as they made their way to the elevator again. Every so often, Angel would turn and look at Cordelia with a smile. On the 5th time, she pulled him up on it.
"Okay..I give up..What?" She asked.
He crinkled his brow in confusion. "What do you mean 'What'?"
"Why do you keep looking at me like that?"
"Can't a man look at his beautiful date?"
"Yes..I guess..But.." She didn't know how to respond. "Umm..Its still a little unnerving."
"Oh.." Angel looked a little put out.
She felt awful. That's not what she'd meant. "But in a good way..It's just..Hang on..You think I'm beautiful?"
He smirked. "I've already told you that."
"But you were just being polite."
"What? I don't buy that for a second. You *know* you're more than attractive."
She put her hands on her hips and stared at him, her eyes gleaming with laughter once more. "Well..It doesn't hurt to hear it every now and then."
They laughed and the elevator doors opened in front of them. Angel motioned for Cordelia to walk in. "Ladies first," He bowed, directing her inside,
She smiled and took a step forward. Angel joined her and pressed the button for their floor. He kept trying to turn and talk to her, but found himself hesitating at every opportunity. He was starting to get tired of this feeling. It was all well and good to be falling in love, but he didn't like the uneasiness or the awkwardness that seemed to come with it..And he most certainly HATED feeling like a lapdog. He shook the irritating 'side effects' off, and made up his mind to talk to her like he did all the other women he flirted with. But then, one smile from her and the awkwardness was back.
Finally, as the doors swung open, he found himself saying, "Tonight was amazing. *You* were absolutely amazing."
She smiled at him and stepped out onto their floor. He followed as she spoke. "Thank you." She replied softly. "You were as well."
"I was what?" He looked puzzled.
"Amazing, doofus." She hit him on the arm playfully.
"Hey.." He protested, his eyes shining with laughter again. "I never called you doofus."
She laughed and he realised that they were walking towards his room. Pausing mid-step he asked, "Shouldn't we be going that way?" He gestured down the hall, towards her room.
Cordelia smiled and shook her head. "Nope." She responded. "I thought that I'd switch roles with you and walk you to your door."
"Oh." He nodded, then the puzzled look was back. "Why?"
She shrugged. "I don't know.." A wry grin spread across her lips and she looked at him almost suggestively. "Guys shouldn't get to have *all* the fun, right?"
He chuckled and shook his head. "I guess not." They walked a little further and he stopped outside a door. He looked at it a bit disheartened. "This is me."
She rolled her eyes. "Duh. I *have* been here before, you know."
Angel smiled and tried to move his feet. Motioning towards the door he said, "Well.. I guess I should let myself in.."
"Yeah.guess you should." She answered, her voice starting to fade away.
He put his hands in his pockets and looked down at his feet, before bringing his gaze up to her eyes again. "Thanks." He grinned. "I've never been escorted to my door before. This is all new territory for me..I don't exactly know how to act."
"Me neither." She confessed. "This role switching stuff is hard.."
Suddenly, he had an idea. He smiled at her and she looked at him wearily. Something was definitely going on inside that head of his and she wasn't so sure she wanted to know what.
"Well.." He began after a beat, stepping closer to her. "The last time I walked anyone to their door.She did this."
Before Cordelia could react, he'd planted his lips onto hers in a soft, gentle kiss. Her heart melted and her brain went numb. As he drew away she fought to regain her composure. Swallowing hard, Cordelia opened her eyes to see Angel standing before her, with a satisfied smirk on his beautiful features.
"W-well.." She stammered. "The l-last time I did *that*, the guy walked away."
Angel pouted playfully. "Hey..you were the one that ran into your room. I walked away *after* you closed your door."
She shook her head. "But see..You didn't do the 'running and door closing' thing, so I have to be the gentleman and walk away tastefully." Of course, her feet were taking her nowhere at this particular moment, and Angel was still standing where he had been when he'd kissed her. She swallowed again and tried to look resolved, looking into his eyes and meeting his intense gaze. "So..It'd be best if I walked away now.." She informed him somewhat meekly.
"Yeah.." Angel replied quietly, not breaking their gaze. "It would."
And then it happened. Cordelia broke their eye contact bye practically lunging her lips back onto his in a full on attack. At first he'd been a little surprised, but fell into their tongue-war action easily. His hands moved all over her possessively.
"Really.." She breathed between kisses. "Should..Go.."
Angel tore one of his hands from her and put it behind his back. He fumbled to open the door, having already unlocked it when they first arrived at the room. "Uh-huh.." He breathlessly murmured in response. Somehow they both knew she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. After a minute or so, he finally managed to open the door. As it swung open, he found himself backing into the room..one Cordelia still firmly attached to his lips.
Angel forced his eyes to open as he gently pulled away. Cordy looked up at him, batting her lashes as she silently questioned his actions. He smiled down at her lovingly while he moved to close the door.
When he walked back to stand before her, she pressed her lips to his again. They started slowly at first, gentle and soft, each savouring the way the other felt in their embrace. After a little while their hands began to wander over each other, allowing the fire and passion to grow. Cordelia's hands flew to Angel's jacket and she helped him shrug it off, all while his own hands moved deftly to unzip her dress.
As Angel felt himself getting caught in the moment, he pulled back. Cordelia looked up into his eyes. They were full of concern and a hell of a lot of desire. "Are you sure this is what you want?" He asked gently.
She nodded eagerly, her long elegant fingers undoing the buttons of his shirt. "I've never been as sure of anything in my life than I am right now." She told him, not tearing her eyes from his.
He smiled and kissed her again, feeling the warmth of her hands as they parted his shirt and ran along his bare chest. This time it was she that pulled away.
"Are you?" Her voice asked.
Angel's eyes whipped open. She was still caressing his chest, but was waiting patiently for his response. He smiled down at her. "Hell yes." He gave her a typically male grin. "I thought that was kinda obvious." He gestured to the bulge in his slacks and she looked back up at him, her eyes shining with laughter.
"Now here's an idea.." She said, running her hands over his chest seductively, her mind taking her back to the episode on the beach.
He caught her half reminiscent-half devious smirk and suddenly his memory took him back as well. "Oh no." He stated light-heartedly. "You're gonna finish what you've started this time. There will be no more cold showers for this Private Investigator, I'll tell you that right now.."
She giggled and kissed him again, her hands fumbling with his belt and fly, while his hands went back to the zipper on the back of her dress. The articles of clothing didn't put up any sort of resistance, and were soon falling to the floor not-so-gracefully.
As they stood in each other's arms, their hands roaming possessively over the endless plains of smooth skin, Cordelia looked up at Angel with all the fire and passion that had been building between them ever since they had first met in the airport. "Make love to me." She heard herself whisper.
He smiled back lopsidedly. "Yes ma'am."
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A/N *Insane1*- Soo..what did u think? Was that end scene too much? Not enough? I know it was fluffy..But honestly, was it okay? The only reason I ask is that I've never really attempted something like that before. I usually prefer to leave it as a connotation. (Simply 'cos I know I can't write a good sex scene..Hell I can't even write a mediocre sex scene..and besides, this is a PG-13 fic) Anywho..gotta run. Please Review.
A/N *Mrs O* - *still muffled* Hey! Don't leave me here!
A/N *Mrs O*- *Muffled* No..
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*~*~*~*Angel*~*~*~*
Angel tugged at his bowtie once more. The damn thing just would not do up properly. It was so frustrating. He glanced at his watch. 7:45pm. Not good. He was meeting Cordelia at 8, and wasn't anywhere near ready yet. Sure, he'd showered, shaved, styled his hair, brushed his teeth and gotten dressed into his tux..but he didn't have his cufflinks on..and this stupid thing around his neck was not co-operating!
Lowering his hands in defeat, Angel looked into the bathroom mirror again. He wasn't gonna deny it; He looked good..Hell, he looked DAMN good. He grinned smugly at his reflection as he gave himself the once-over. Once he was finished 'checking himself out' he smiled in satisfaction. "I still got it." He crowed, then stopped smiling and furrowed his brow once more. "Now..if I could work out how to fix this thing.." He mumbled, returning his attention to his bowtie yet again.
*~*~*~*Cordy*~*~*~*
Cordelia twirled around in front of the mirror, taking in the overall effect of her outfit. She still wasn't quite sure if it was appropriate. It looked great, she knew that much, but was it too much? It wasn't like she had to impress Angel..she shouldn't even be trying. She was engaged to another man and even though she knew deep down that she should be with Angel..she *was* technically still with Groo. She looked at the clock. 7:45pm. She didn't have the time to change. This outfit would have to do.
Applying the finishing touches of her makeup, Cordelia smiled at her reflection. She looked good and felt good. This was going to be the most perfect evening..
Immediately, she put a stop to her thoughts. The most perfect evening? Wasn't that what Groo's proposal had been? "Groo.." She mused, playing with her ring then placing it back on the dresser next to the photo of the two of them that she had brought with her. Slowly, she picked up the picture. It was taken in Tuscany on their last vacation together. He had his arm around her and they were both beaming. She looked down at his image sadly, and ran a finger along his tiny face delicately. "I'm sorry.." She found herself whispering. "I don't want to hurt you..But I'm not meant to be with you..At least I don't think I am..See..I..I think I may be falling in lo-" There was a sharp knock at her door, cutting Cordelia's reflection short.
She turned quickly and looked at the door, the picture still in her hands. She shook her head and looked at the picture and smiled sadly as she placed it facedown on the dresser. She looked back towards the door. "Coming.." She called, taking one last glance at her fiancé's down turned photo. "I'm sorry.." She whispered once more.
Now, if only it would be that easy face-to-face.
*~*~*~*Angel*~*~*~*
"Coming.." Cordelia's voice called through the door. Angel smiled nervously. It still amazed him that this girl..sorry..woman had such an effect on him. It was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. A voice inside his head tried to tell him that it was love..but he wouldn't hear it. There was no way he could be in love. He had only just met her..It was impossible to fall for someone he didn't know, right?
Deep down he knew that was wrong.
He knew that this woman was different from the word go. He knew that the entire situation was different. He'd felt almost drawn to her for no apparent reason..and he couldn't turn her into a rambling bimbo with a smile like all the other women he'd met. He noticed her smile and sparkling eyes..not her long legs and perfect cleavage. (Though, it wasn't to say that he *hadn't* noticed them.) She wasn't just a piece of meat like the others..She made his heart do back-flips with just a glance..and she had him wrapped around her little finger almost instantly.
That wasn't normal. Not for him. He was no woman's lapdog. Never had been and never would be..or so he had thought. Now he wasn't so sure. Cordelia only had to say the word and he would jump through hoops. He would do anything to make her happy, and it scared him. She was the first and only woman to ever make him feel this way..which led him to believe that it was more than just a fling. That *she* was more than any other woman. That he, quite possibly, loved her..or was falling in love with her. It was the only rational explanation, short of a nervous breakdown. The problem was that he was having a hard time admitting it.
When she opened the door he was left almost speechless. She looked beautiful. Her dress was a deep red, almost maroon, and flowed out at her hips from a perfectly fitted corset shaped top to a full length ball gown. When Cordelia smiled at him, Angel could only whimper.
"Hi.." He practically yelped. Swallowing and cringing at his pathetic greeting he regained his composure. He smiled and looked her up and down appreciatively. "You look amazing..Completely and totally breathtaking..Wow."
She had the grace to act modest. After all, she'd heard the true depth of his reaction when he had practically whimpered his greeting. Nibbling her lower lip in a humble manner, she looked at him and smiled. "Thanks..You don't look so bad yourself." She was under exaggerating (Obviously). He looked drop-dead gorgeous.
His tux fitted him perfectly in all the right places, accentuating his muscles and his already illustrious 'suave vibe'. He oozed sex appeal and style..and his bow tie was sitting on the cutest angle..almost as if he was daring to be both suave and a little brash. It kinda gave him the whole 'face of an angel with a rich, gooey, bad-boy center' clichéd kinda look. Cordelia smirked. She had to admit that she liked that image..especially on him. It suited him.
"Thanks." He replied, extending his arm. "Shall we?" He smiled.
She linked her arm with his and nodded. "Why..I thought you'd never ask."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
When they walked into the hotel's ballroom, Cordelia gasped at its beauty. There were white and red balloons and streamers carefully positioned above them to hang from the ceiling where they created upside-down arcs, and red and white roses arranged in perfect bouquets on tables and other appropriate places around the room. The band was set up in the far corner, playing a methodical and relaxing instrumental number and couples were slowly swaying to the music on the dance floor.
The atmosphere exuded romance and intimacy.
"Angel.." She finally managed, "Isn't it beautiful?"
He nodded, also clearly awestruck by the room's splendour. "It is." He replied, then looked into her eyes with a look of intense attraction. "Which is why it's perfect for you.." He stopped and rolled his eyes. "Okay..that was cheesy.." He proclaimed. She giggled and he half smiled. "But it was..and is still the truth."
Cordelia didn't know how to reply. He was so charming, ultimately lust- worthy and his eyes were so..soulful. When he had looked into her eyes before, she had fought the urge to dissolve completely. You could get lost in that loving gaze..and she had felt herself slipping. So she had to stay focussed. 'You're still engaged, Cor.' Her mind repeated time and time again. 'Still engaged to another man. Still engaged. Not to him.'
After a few seconds, she realised she still hadn't said anything to him. Smiling appreciatively, she nodded. "Thank you." She replied finally. "You're sweet. Cheesy, but sweet."
Angel looked towards the couples swaying together in the middle of the floor in front of the band. He looked back at his stunning date and cocked his head to the side, "Dance with me?" He asked.
"Love to." Cordelia replied, choosing to ignore her inner-voice and follow her..er..heart.
Angel led her to the center of the dance floor. He wanted her to be admired by all. She was stunning and deserved to be acknowledged for it. (Of course, the fact that he wanted to flaunt his prize for the evening to all the other men in the room had *nothing* to do with making her the center of attention.)
Cordelia smiled and placed her arms loosely around his neck. Angel pulled her closer to him as he assumed position and enveloped her waist in his arms. She leant her head on his strong chest as they swayed in motion to the music, taking in his cologne with every breath. She closed her eyes and they fell in sync with each other almost instantly.
He relaxed and rested his cheek on the top of her head, also closing his eyes and breathing her scent in rhythmically. Her shampoo mixed with the light aroma of her perfume was enthralling. Rocking to the music, Angel felt content. It was a feeling that he had thought completely lost to him..before Cordelia in any case.
Wait! That was it! *That* was the real reason as to why he knew she was different! He'd finally worked it out.
He had always thought of love as being painful. It was the source of hurt, suffering and loss. But now he wasn't so sure. There had to be more to love if he could be feeling so good around this woman. This was the first time he'd experienced a completely positive feeling towards a relationship (or the prospect of a relationship). It was the first time he'd had the gut instinct that she was special and that he'd be an idiot to let her go. She was the first woman to make him feel like this and it really did disturb him..but also strangely comforted him as well.
Then it *really* hit him. His trail of thoughts before. His thoughts now. His arguments with Gunn. His reaction to everything that was *her*..It all kept bringing him back to the same conclusion. *Everything* told him the same thing. He was falling in love with the woman currently in his arms.
For the first time in a long time, Liam O'Malley was able to internally admit his love towards a woman without fearing that it wasn't real, or that it was the wrong way to feel or that it was inevitably going to end badly. For the first time, he was able to admit that he was completely taken by someone and he wanted to spend eternity in her arms..
Of course, admitting it to himself was easy..the hard part would be admitting his true feelings to his friends and, most importantly, to the woman in question.
Angel raised his head and looked down at her, a small smile working its way onto his lips. He was falling in love with her and it felt good. She was the most exquisite, and precious thing he had ever encountered and he had her in his arms. Right now, she was all his.
Cordelia had felt him move and she opened her eyes slowly. She pulled herself away from his chest, a little reluctantly, and looked up at him. He smiled down at her and she couldn't help but melt at the passion she saw in his eyes. The big, brown, 'puppy-dog' orbs were filled with so many emotions that she thought they might overload and go kablooey. "Hey.." She whispered, trying weakly to maintain her mental stability. She was getting lost in those eyes again..and for the strangest reason, she didn't want to fight it anymore.
"Hey.." His voice was gentle yet it was fused with the same intensity of emotion as his gaze.
She smiled softly. "Penny for your thoughts?"
"You can have 'em for free if you want.." He replied, his voice still barely above a tender whisper.
Her smile broadened a little. "Nice to know."
"I was just thinking how perfect tonight is." He informed her. "The music..the roses..You being here." He gave a short, almost inaudible chuckle. "Actually, it's just the 'you' part. I mean, it's all wonderful..but when I look at you..God this is gonna sound even more cheesy than before..but it feels like nothing else matters. It's almost like there's-"
"There's nobody else in the room." She finished for him. He nodded and she snuggled against his chest once more. "Yeah.." She mumbled into his tux. "I know what you mean."
Angel couldn't believe it. It was too good to be true. His heart was doing an entire gymnastics routine in his chest and he was certain she could feel it..even through his jacket and shirt. Had she just said what he thought she'd said? If so, did she feel the same way towards him as he did towards her? Was she falling in love with him like he was with her? *Did* she already love him? *Could* she love him if she didn't already and wasn't falling yet? Was there-
Angel paused mid-thought and fought to rid his mind of his doubts. Not only were they gonna make his evening less perfect, but they were also gonna confuse the crap out of him. Instead of dwelling on the negative possibilities, he allowed his thoughts to travel back to the woman that was currently in his embrace. He rested his cheek on her head again and sighed contentedly. There wasn't too much more that could make tonight any more perfect.
*
As the final song came to a finish, Cordelia and Angel were forced to draw apart and applaud with the other guests. Secretly, neither had wanted the evening to end. They felt safe in each other's arms. Nothing else had mattered during their dancing. Nobody else had even existed. It was almost as if time had paused for them. Almost as if they were given the chance to discover how meant for each other they really were. Neither was going to tell the other, though. They both feared rejection. They both feared being told by the other that they were crazy or were the only one feeling that way. But, even though these were legitimate fears to harbour, they were both missing the endless possibilities because they were too afraid to make that first step.
"Thank you," One of the band members was saying, "As you all know, tonight has been about love. Whether you've only just met this week..Whether you're here on a vacation with that special someone..Whether you're here on your honeymoon or even your 50th anniversary.. Tonight has been about celebrating that relationship and the love that exists between you and your special someone." The audience applauded and he smiled around the room. Once satisfied their clapping had ended, he continued. "So it is with our best wishes that we will play this song..as our encore and our gift to you.."
"Oh Please.." Cordelia rolled her eyes and leant in towards Angel, "Could this guy get any tackier?" She whispered. " 'As our encore and our gift to you.' "
Angel snicked as she mimicked the singer, then fought to regain his serious composure. "Cordelia.." He hissed, though still smirking, "Let the nice man finish his speech..however corny it may seem."
She giggled and wrapped her arm around him, hugging him to her without even realising it. Angel had noticed, however, and his heart started doing gymnastics within his chest again. Maintaining his suave exterior, he embraced Cordelia with his arm and together they listened to the rest of the singer's lengthy talk. Luckily he had reached the conclusion to his spiel.
"..Anyhow," He was saying, "We really enjoy this song because it truly portrays the way love can make us all feel. And it's realistic because it encompasses the fear and risks involved..Anyway, we hope you like our cover as much as we like playing it for you."
When he had finished, the couples on the dancefloor burst into another round of applause, and once again Cordelia Chase and Liam O'Malley found themselves drawing apart to clap courteously. The music started up and people assumed their dance positions once more. Cordelia recognised the music almost immediately. The song, 'If I Don't Tell You Now' performed by Ronan Keating (written/composed by Diane Warren), was on one of Mel's frequently over-played CDs. However, Cordy had always liked it. It really was a lovely track. She smiled as Angel bowed light-heartedly before her.
"Final dance, my lady?" He asked, his brown eyes shining up at her playfully.
She curtseyed and nodded, playing along with him. "Why, yes my lord.." She giggled, then stopped and pouted, her eyes still gleaming. "You know, I never really liked that women of Shakespearian times had to call men 'Lord'. I mean, how self-righteous were the men back then?"
Angel shook his head with a chuckle. "I really don't have any objections.." She hit him playfully and he had the grace to look mock ashamed. "But it was wrong." He added in a flat, yet still playful, voice. He looked at her again and put his 'puppy-dog' façade into practice. "Come on..last dance, remember?"
Rolling her eyes in defeat, Cordelia pretended to act annoyed. "Fine.." She sighed, taking position in his embrace for what would be the last time. She became serious as that thought hit her and leant her cheek onto his shoulder while they shifted in time with the music. "Thank you for this.." She whispered.
He breathed her scent in and planned to savour it as he nodded gently. "No..thank you."
Then neither spoke. Instead, each closed their eyes and listened to the lyrics of the song. It really was a moving piece..And it really did speak about the way they were feeling. Cordelia and Angel were both mesmerised. As it played, they secretly related it to their current situations.
**/"I've kept it inside for the longest time..And I can't keep keeping All this love that's inside my heart..Maybe it's safer not to say that I care..Maybe this road won't lead me anywhere,"/**
The words struck Angel first. He had kept his feelings hidden from even himself for a while and it was getting harder to keep it to himself now that he had worked it out. But he still had doubts and fears. Ones that, if they were true, would be damaging to him and it might be safer to leave it go..Or maybe it wouldn't go anywhere even if he did tell her..
Cordelia had never actually taken time to *really* listen to the lyrics. But now that she had, she felt herself relating with them completely. She was having a hard time admitting that she had feelings for Angel..and she had known that they had been there for a while. But, it would be safer for everyone if she didn't tell him. Groo wouldn't be heartbroken and her parents would never have to know..But then, what if she did tell Angel and nothing eventuated from it?
**/"But..If I don't tell you now (If I don't tell you now)..I may never get the chance again (I may never get the chance again) To tell you that I need you..Tell you what I'm feeling..If I keep these feelings in. And if I don't say the words (If I don't say the words)..How will you hear what's inside my heart. How will you know that If I don't tell you now.."/**
Angel felt torn. The words had a point. If he didn't tell her he might never get the chance again..and then he'd spend the rest of his life thinking 'What if..?'
Cordelia didn't know what to make of the chorus. At first she was saddened. They were words that not only mirrored her uncertainty..but sent her mind to drift back to the first verse. But then it hit her that if she didn't tell him..she might never get the chance again and would spend forever thinking about 'What if..?'
**/"I'd give anything to be in your dreams..And I can't stand standing by With this dream that's inside my heart. Maybe I'm only gonna make a mistake..And there's a chance maybe my heart will break.."/**
Both Cordy and Angel could feel the tug of the song. As the lyrics became stronger, and the emotion became clear, they both realised that it would be a big risk. Maybe it *would* be a mistake. And there *was* a chance their hearts could be broken..but they knew they couldn't let it lie. A step had to be taken.
**/"but..If I don't tell you now (If I don't tell you now)..I may never get the chance again (I may never get the chance again) To tell you that I need you..Tell you what I'm feeling..If I keep these feelings in. And if I don't say the words (If I don't say the words)..How will you hear what's inside my heart. How will you know that
If I don't tell you now.."/**
And as the chorus played again, the uncertainty started to disappear. Angel and Cordelia were starting to fully understand that this might be their only chance and the risks would have to be taken.
**/"How will you know you're inside my soul. Oh it's driving me crazy..'Cos you don't see (You don't see)..You're that one for me..I'm so afraid to say the way that I feel.."/**
The song was reaching its climax..The singer was starting to raise his voice and the beat was stronger. The message and conclusion were fast approaching.
Angel had made his decision. His doubts and fears were being echoed in the lyrics and the risk of telling her the depth of his feelings was enormous. But the point had been made. Love was about risks. And letting his feelings eat at him from the inside wasn't doing any good anyway..
Cordelia knew that what she was planning on doing could ruin everything she had set up in her life, but she didn't care. Her heart wanted Angel more than everything. The way he made her feel was amazing..and she couldn't leave without the knowledge that she *tried*. The 'What ifs' wouldn't eat at her then.
They were both still afraid to let the other know how they felt but, as the song pointed out..
**/"....If I don't tell you now (If I don't tell you now)..I may never get the chance again (I may never get the chance again) To tell you that I need you..Tell you what I'm feeling..If I keep these feelings in. And if I don't say the words (If I don't say the words)..How will you hear what's inside my heart. How will you know that
If I don't tell you now.."
"If I don't tell you now."/**
Cordelia snuggled into Angel's chest contentedly. She knew the song was ending, and she'd have to say something soon. The question was, could she pick up the courage (like in the song) and let him know?
Angel noticed Cordelia's action and wrapped his arms around her. For some reason, he was scared of telling her how he felt. After all, he'd never felt this way before. Then again, he'd never been falling in love like this before. Could he muster up the ability to tell her before it was too late?
They were both ripped out of their thoughts as the couples around them burst into applause once more. Begrudgingly, they pulled themselves apart and joined in. The lead singer bowed and took the mic in his hand.
Cordelia looked to Angel fearfully. "Not him again.." She moaned.
He fought not to laugh and pressed his finger to his lips. "Shhh.." He whispered, then winked to let her know he was only playing. "If we don't interrupt him, we *may* just get out of here by Christmas."
Giggling, Cordy nodded and looked towards the singer. He was in the middle of thanking people for coming.
"But..the night is still young." He said, running a hand through his sandy blonde hair. He smiled at the audience, and motioned towards the door. "So go out and enjoy it. And don't forget to tell that special someone just how much they mean to you."
One more round of applause and the group forwarded out. Angel and Cordelia linked arms as they made their way to the elevator again. Every so often, Angel would turn and look at Cordelia with a smile. On the 5th time, she pulled him up on it.
"Okay..I give up..What?" She asked.
He crinkled his brow in confusion. "What do you mean 'What'?"
"Why do you keep looking at me like that?"
"Can't a man look at his beautiful date?"
"Yes..I guess..But.." She didn't know how to respond. "Umm..Its still a little unnerving."
"Oh.." Angel looked a little put out.
She felt awful. That's not what she'd meant. "But in a good way..It's just..Hang on..You think I'm beautiful?"
He smirked. "I've already told you that."
"But you were just being polite."
"What? I don't buy that for a second. You *know* you're more than attractive."
She put her hands on her hips and stared at him, her eyes gleaming with laughter once more. "Well..It doesn't hurt to hear it every now and then."
They laughed and the elevator doors opened in front of them. Angel motioned for Cordelia to walk in. "Ladies first," He bowed, directing her inside,
She smiled and took a step forward. Angel joined her and pressed the button for their floor. He kept trying to turn and talk to her, but found himself hesitating at every opportunity. He was starting to get tired of this feeling. It was all well and good to be falling in love, but he didn't like the uneasiness or the awkwardness that seemed to come with it..And he most certainly HATED feeling like a lapdog. He shook the irritating 'side effects' off, and made up his mind to talk to her like he did all the other women he flirted with. But then, one smile from her and the awkwardness was back.
Finally, as the doors swung open, he found himself saying, "Tonight was amazing. *You* were absolutely amazing."
She smiled at him and stepped out onto their floor. He followed as she spoke. "Thank you." She replied softly. "You were as well."
"I was what?" He looked puzzled.
"Amazing, doofus." She hit him on the arm playfully.
"Hey.." He protested, his eyes shining with laughter again. "I never called you doofus."
She laughed and he realised that they were walking towards his room. Pausing mid-step he asked, "Shouldn't we be going that way?" He gestured down the hall, towards her room.
Cordelia smiled and shook her head. "Nope." She responded. "I thought that I'd switch roles with you and walk you to your door."
"Oh." He nodded, then the puzzled look was back. "Why?"
She shrugged. "I don't know.." A wry grin spread across her lips and she looked at him almost suggestively. "Guys shouldn't get to have *all* the fun, right?"
He chuckled and shook his head. "I guess not." They walked a little further and he stopped outside a door. He looked at it a bit disheartened. "This is me."
She rolled her eyes. "Duh. I *have* been here before, you know."
Angel smiled and tried to move his feet. Motioning towards the door he said, "Well.. I guess I should let myself in.."
"Yeah.guess you should." She answered, her voice starting to fade away.
He put his hands in his pockets and looked down at his feet, before bringing his gaze up to her eyes again. "Thanks." He grinned. "I've never been escorted to my door before. This is all new territory for me..I don't exactly know how to act."
"Me neither." She confessed. "This role switching stuff is hard.."
Suddenly, he had an idea. He smiled at her and she looked at him wearily. Something was definitely going on inside that head of his and she wasn't so sure she wanted to know what.
"Well.." He began after a beat, stepping closer to her. "The last time I walked anyone to their door.She did this."
Before Cordelia could react, he'd planted his lips onto hers in a soft, gentle kiss. Her heart melted and her brain went numb. As he drew away she fought to regain her composure. Swallowing hard, Cordelia opened her eyes to see Angel standing before her, with a satisfied smirk on his beautiful features.
"W-well.." She stammered. "The l-last time I did *that*, the guy walked away."
Angel pouted playfully. "Hey..you were the one that ran into your room. I walked away *after* you closed your door."
She shook her head. "But see..You didn't do the 'running and door closing' thing, so I have to be the gentleman and walk away tastefully." Of course, her feet were taking her nowhere at this particular moment, and Angel was still standing where he had been when he'd kissed her. She swallowed again and tried to look resolved, looking into his eyes and meeting his intense gaze. "So..It'd be best if I walked away now.." She informed him somewhat meekly.
"Yeah.." Angel replied quietly, not breaking their gaze. "It would."
And then it happened. Cordelia broke their eye contact bye practically lunging her lips back onto his in a full on attack. At first he'd been a little surprised, but fell into their tongue-war action easily. His hands moved all over her possessively.
"Really.." She breathed between kisses. "Should..Go.."
Angel tore one of his hands from her and put it behind his back. He fumbled to open the door, having already unlocked it when they first arrived at the room. "Uh-huh.." He breathlessly murmured in response. Somehow they both knew she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. After a minute or so, he finally managed to open the door. As it swung open, he found himself backing into the room..one Cordelia still firmly attached to his lips.
Angel forced his eyes to open as he gently pulled away. Cordy looked up at him, batting her lashes as she silently questioned his actions. He smiled down at her lovingly while he moved to close the door.
When he walked back to stand before her, she pressed her lips to his again. They started slowly at first, gentle and soft, each savouring the way the other felt in their embrace. After a little while their hands began to wander over each other, allowing the fire and passion to grow. Cordelia's hands flew to Angel's jacket and she helped him shrug it off, all while his own hands moved deftly to unzip her dress.
As Angel felt himself getting caught in the moment, he pulled back. Cordelia looked up into his eyes. They were full of concern and a hell of a lot of desire. "Are you sure this is what you want?" He asked gently.
She nodded eagerly, her long elegant fingers undoing the buttons of his shirt. "I've never been as sure of anything in my life than I am right now." She told him, not tearing her eyes from his.
He smiled and kissed her again, feeling the warmth of her hands as they parted his shirt and ran along his bare chest. This time it was she that pulled away.
"Are you?" Her voice asked.
Angel's eyes whipped open. She was still caressing his chest, but was waiting patiently for his response. He smiled down at her. "Hell yes." He gave her a typically male grin. "I thought that was kinda obvious." He gestured to the bulge in his slacks and she looked back up at him, her eyes shining with laughter.
"Now here's an idea.." She said, running her hands over his chest seductively, her mind taking her back to the episode on the beach.
He caught her half reminiscent-half devious smirk and suddenly his memory took him back as well. "Oh no." He stated light-heartedly. "You're gonna finish what you've started this time. There will be no more cold showers for this Private Investigator, I'll tell you that right now.."
She giggled and kissed him again, her hands fumbling with his belt and fly, while his hands went back to the zipper on the back of her dress. The articles of clothing didn't put up any sort of resistance, and were soon falling to the floor not-so-gracefully.
As they stood in each other's arms, their hands roaming possessively over the endless plains of smooth skin, Cordelia looked up at Angel with all the fire and passion that had been building between them ever since they had first met in the airport. "Make love to me." She heard herself whisper.
He smiled back lopsidedly. "Yes ma'am."
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A/N *Insane1*- Soo..what did u think? Was that end scene too much? Not enough? I know it was fluffy..But honestly, was it okay? The only reason I ask is that I've never really attempted something like that before. I usually prefer to leave it as a connotation. (Simply 'cos I know I can't write a good sex scene..Hell I can't even write a mediocre sex scene..and besides, this is a PG-13 fic) Anywho..gotta run. Please Review.
A/N *Mrs O* - *still muffled* Hey! Don't leave me here!