Title: Fragile Memories
Author: Lilyana lilyana_vamp@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Whedon, Greenwalt, ME, all them, not me
Summary: Answer to a challenge given to me by tipdip. Cordy has a crush on Angel, but he and Buffy can barely tolerate her presence. Angel loses his memory and then the fun begins.
Couple: B/A (not for long, I promise!), C/A
Rating: R
Category: Season 3 BtVS. Adventure. Romance. Not sure what else yet. Spoilers: None A/N: Should there be more or should it end here?
Part 4 Let Me Show You the Stars
Cordelia didn't want to get up and face the world again, but she did anyways. The sooner she graduated, the sooner she would be away from Buffy and the rest of the loser league. More so, she would be away from Angel. She would rather never see the vampire again in her life.
She shuffled to the bathroom and put on her clothes. "Time to wake up Queen C for another day at Sunnyhell High," she told herself and then screamed in frustration. "Would it kill the vampire to invest in a damn mirror? I mean god, at least be courteous to your houseguests!"
She picked up her backpack and keys, making certain that she slammed the door behind her. iHe can't hear you slam the door stupid, he's somewhere getting all cozy with Buffy!/i She cringed at the thought of the petite blonde. Could she really face her this morning?
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Cordy had succeeded in avoiding the library and the entire Scooby gang until after last period. As she tried to make her escape, Xander grabbed her by the arm and dragged her into the depths of hell, otherwise known as the school library.
"Xander Harris, get your grubby little paws off of me!"
"Chill Cordy, we have a surprise for you."
"Cordelia, good, you're here," Giles smiled as she was pulled through the double doors.
"What's going on? I have one of those things known as a life. You guys wouldn't know anything about that," she insulted and looked away when her eyes met Angel's.
"We just wanted to show our appreciation for you Cordy," Willow began. "Angel told us everything and we just wanted you to know-"
"He WHAT?!" Cordelia glared at Angel angrily. How could he betray here that way?
"He told us how you convinced him to go back to the mansion. It was a great idea. When he got there, he remembered everything! And it's all thanks to you!" Buffy exclaimed excitedly.
"Yippee. Score one for the home team," Cordy answered sarcastically and turned away from the group, walking back out into the hallway.
"She didn't seem very happy about the appreciation party," Willow observed.
"Oh well, bring on the food!" Xander attacked the bowl of chips without mercy.
"She's.had a lot on her mind," Angel told the others and stared at the doors. He felt like he should go after her, but he knew that she probably never wanted to see him again. "I played her and now she hates me. I can't really blame her though," he muttered to himself.
"What?" Buffy asked with a smile.
"Oh, nothing," he answered with a forced smile of his own.
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Cordelia opened the apartment door and threw the keys across the room. They appreciated her? She couldn't give a damn about their appreciation. She wanted her life back. Could they give her that out of appreciation? She wanted Angel back. There was no way in hell Buffy appreciated her that much.
She walked to the bathroom, dropping her clothes as she walked. She needed a shower. She needed to wash away any lingering thoughts about Angel.
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As Angel sat beside the fireplace, his thoughts continually drifted to the beautiful, dark-haired girl that had lit up his dark life. He knew he should be thinking about Buffy, but the other seemed to haunt him. He could still taste her and her scent seemed to linger everywhere around him. He had to stop feeling this way, the guilt that overpowered him. There was only one way to get Cordelia Chase's haunting presence out of his mind.
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Cordy had decided after fifteen minutes that the shower just wasn't doing it. She'd decided on a bath, and that's where she'd been for two hours, occasionally re-heating the bath water. She let herself sink into the sweet smelling bubbles and willed her tears away, but as usual, they didn't listen.
The salty liquid streamed down her face of their own accord. She had lost her entire life as she knew it, and when it seemed that something was going right again, he had to go and get his memory back. What was worse was that it was iher/i that had sent him to the place that had triggered his memories
i"When he got there, he remembered everything! And it's all thanks to you!"/i
"Great job Cordelia. Drive Angel right back into Buffy's arms." She let herself sink further into the bubbles and tried to block out life as she knew it, but something caught her attention. She heard a knock at the bathroom door and then saw something slide underneath it. She stood up and grabbed her towel, wrapping it loosely around her dripping body, and she walked to the door. She stood over the small white envelope for a moment, staring at it, contemplating whether she really wanted to open it or not. She reached down with wet finger and picked it up. She carefully removed the card from its home and looked at it. In beautiful handwriting it told her to open the door.
She hesitated for a moment and then obeyed the carefully penned command. Upon opening the door, she was shocked by what greeted her. There, in what used to be a sparsely decorated living room was a beautiful Victorian sofa and matching period accompanying furniture. On top of an ornately carved table was another envelope.
"Go to the kitchen."
Cordy again obeyed, and as she walked into the kitchen, she saw the table set for two in the finest china and crystal, two tall candles in the center of the table, held in pewter holders. Propped up against one of the fragile looking glasses was yet another envelope.
"Go to the bedroom."
Cordelia gasped as she entered the bedroom. Where Angel's bed had once been was another. It was a beautiful, cherry colored, four-poster bed. It had lush velvet covers that kept the deep red, satin sheets warm and waiting for her. On top of the matching nightstand was a beaded lamp that cast a warm, inviting glow throughout the room. She looked over to see the vanity in the corner and sat herself in front of it.
Resting on the vanity was an antique hairbrush made out of the finest silver, with a matching comb, hand mirror, and platter to place them all on. She picked up the brush and felt the soft bristles and fingered the delicate flowers on the back. In front of the mirror was a small box and another envelope.
"Open the box."
Inside the blue velvet box was a necklace made up of diamonds and sapphires. It sparkled like nothing Cordelia had ever seen before. "Oh." she gasped, her fingers trembling at the sight of the jewels.
"I couldn't stop thinking about you," she heard him say from behind her but she didn't dare turn around. She was afraid that she might wake up from this wonderful dream. "Everywhere I turned, you were there, in the moon, in the stars. I looked at this necklace and was reminded the way that your eyes sparkled when you looked at me." He took the necklace from her trembling hands and placed it around her neck. She watched in the mirror as it seemingly floated of its own will around her neck. He moved her sopping hair to give her a better view and kissed her neck lightly. "Memories are fragile Cordelia, but I never want to forget what we had.and what I hope we might have."
Cordy turned in her seat and looked at him. "Am I dead?"
"No, why?"
"Because this would only happen in heaven."
"Then welcome to heaven Cordelia Chase. I'll make every day heaven for you if you'd give me the chance."
"What about.you know who?"
"I told her how I felt.that I love her, but it's you that I'm in love with. You made me feel things in a couple days that Buffy didn't make me feel in three years. I love you Cordy." He tucked a wet strand behind her ear and looked at her questioningly.
"I.I love you too Angel." She let him kiss her, opening herself up to his embrace. He picked her up and carried her to the new bed. She felt the velvet caress her skin much in the same way that he did. He unwrapped the damp towel, exposing her to his passionate gaze. He kissed her sweetly scented skin, inhaling her scent deeply before kissing his way down her neck. He brushed his lips against her nipple, causing it to harden instantly. She squirmed beneath him in anticipation and then in sorrow.
"We can't Angel. The curse thingy."
"All taken care of." He pulled a small bottle out of his pocket. "Mystical contraceptive. Perfect happiness doesn't have to equal evil Angelus."
Cordelia grinned mischievously and grabbed the back of his head, pulling him forcefully to her. She kissed him as passionately as he had her and then gripped the bottom of his shirt, pulling it quickly over his head. The solid, white chest in front of her, seemingly made of marble, enthralled her. It was cold and hard to the touch, yet also warm and giving. She traced her finger along the lines of his muscles and smiled at the sensation in caused in him. He shivered and growled and then smirked as she fumbled with his pants. He sat up, separating himself from her long enough to remove the remainder of his clothing and then rested himself back on top of her.
She could feel his hardness pressing into her thigh, asking her permission to make all her dreams come true. She slowly, shyly spread her legs, inviting him in to herself, knowing full well that now Angel was going to know something else about Queen C that no one else did.
As Angel slid inside, he felt the hotness penetrate through his cold skin, and he felt the tightness. He looked into Cordelia's eyes and knew instantly that she was giving him something she had given no one else. He gently moved deeper into her, being careful not to hurt her and she gasped at the sensation of him filling her. He felt her fingernails dig into his back, drawing beads of blood as he rocked softly, working his way until he couldn't go any further. He kissed her soft lips, reassuring her that everything would be okay, he would take care of her forever.
Cordy moaned as Angel moved in and out of her in a steady, slow rhythm. Her head rolled to the side and she saw how he had carefully placed the candles around the room. He had wanted to make things perfect for her, and he had succeeded. Coherent thought was becoming increasingly more difficult as Angel picked up his momentum. Cordy matched his movements and wrapped her arms around him, holding him tight to her.
"Let me show you the stars," he whispered as he felt her moving closer and closer to orgasm. "Be with me."
"I am. I'm with you," she gasped as her body began to quiver and shudder uncontrollably.
Angel felt her inner muscles begin to tighten around him and he picked up his pace. He took her mouth in his as he felt her legs shake and then watched as her eyes rolled back and a scream escaped her lips.
Cordy had never felt anything so amazing. She felt as if her life were ending, like she was slipping away from herself and the only thing holding her safely were Angel's arms, which were holding her tightly as he continued to move inside her slick, silken channel. As her eyes involuntarily closed, she saw the stars burst behind them, blinding but entrancing her. And then it passed and she floated back into her body, back into Angel's strong, loving embrace.
As she opened her eyes and brought his mouth back to hers, Angel felt his own climax approach. He began pumping at a furious pace before he let out a growl from deep within his throat, his eyes flashing yellow.
He collapsed on her small, heaving chest and brushed her still damp hair from her face. He rolled them so that she was now on top of him, her fiery skin resting on his cool body and he ran his hands along her bare back.
"I saw them Angel. I saw the stars."
"Those were only the beginning, Princess."
TBC or The End?
Disclaimer: Whedon, Greenwalt, ME, all them, not me
Summary: Answer to a challenge given to me by tipdip. Cordy has a crush on Angel, but he and Buffy can barely tolerate her presence. Angel loses his memory and then the fun begins.
Couple: B/A (not for long, I promise!), C/A
Rating: R
Category: Season 3 BtVS. Adventure. Romance. Not sure what else yet. Spoilers: None A/N: Should there be more or should it end here?
Part 4 Let Me Show You the Stars
Cordelia didn't want to get up and face the world again, but she did anyways. The sooner she graduated, the sooner she would be away from Buffy and the rest of the loser league. More so, she would be away from Angel. She would rather never see the vampire again in her life.
She shuffled to the bathroom and put on her clothes. "Time to wake up Queen C for another day at Sunnyhell High," she told herself and then screamed in frustration. "Would it kill the vampire to invest in a damn mirror? I mean god, at least be courteous to your houseguests!"
She picked up her backpack and keys, making certain that she slammed the door behind her. iHe can't hear you slam the door stupid, he's somewhere getting all cozy with Buffy!/i She cringed at the thought of the petite blonde. Could she really face her this morning?
***********************
Cordy had succeeded in avoiding the library and the entire Scooby gang until after last period. As she tried to make her escape, Xander grabbed her by the arm and dragged her into the depths of hell, otherwise known as the school library.
"Xander Harris, get your grubby little paws off of me!"
"Chill Cordy, we have a surprise for you."
"Cordelia, good, you're here," Giles smiled as she was pulled through the double doors.
"What's going on? I have one of those things known as a life. You guys wouldn't know anything about that," she insulted and looked away when her eyes met Angel's.
"We just wanted to show our appreciation for you Cordy," Willow began. "Angel told us everything and we just wanted you to know-"
"He WHAT?!" Cordelia glared at Angel angrily. How could he betray here that way?
"He told us how you convinced him to go back to the mansion. It was a great idea. When he got there, he remembered everything! And it's all thanks to you!" Buffy exclaimed excitedly.
"Yippee. Score one for the home team," Cordy answered sarcastically and turned away from the group, walking back out into the hallway.
"She didn't seem very happy about the appreciation party," Willow observed.
"Oh well, bring on the food!" Xander attacked the bowl of chips without mercy.
"She's.had a lot on her mind," Angel told the others and stared at the doors. He felt like he should go after her, but he knew that she probably never wanted to see him again. "I played her and now she hates me. I can't really blame her though," he muttered to himself.
"What?" Buffy asked with a smile.
"Oh, nothing," he answered with a forced smile of his own.
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Cordelia opened the apartment door and threw the keys across the room. They appreciated her? She couldn't give a damn about their appreciation. She wanted her life back. Could they give her that out of appreciation? She wanted Angel back. There was no way in hell Buffy appreciated her that much.
She walked to the bathroom, dropping her clothes as she walked. She needed a shower. She needed to wash away any lingering thoughts about Angel.
*********************
As Angel sat beside the fireplace, his thoughts continually drifted to the beautiful, dark-haired girl that had lit up his dark life. He knew he should be thinking about Buffy, but the other seemed to haunt him. He could still taste her and her scent seemed to linger everywhere around him. He had to stop feeling this way, the guilt that overpowered him. There was only one way to get Cordelia Chase's haunting presence out of his mind.
*********************
Cordy had decided after fifteen minutes that the shower just wasn't doing it. She'd decided on a bath, and that's where she'd been for two hours, occasionally re-heating the bath water. She let herself sink into the sweet smelling bubbles and willed her tears away, but as usual, they didn't listen.
The salty liquid streamed down her face of their own accord. She had lost her entire life as she knew it, and when it seemed that something was going right again, he had to go and get his memory back. What was worse was that it was iher/i that had sent him to the place that had triggered his memories
i"When he got there, he remembered everything! And it's all thanks to you!"/i
"Great job Cordelia. Drive Angel right back into Buffy's arms." She let herself sink further into the bubbles and tried to block out life as she knew it, but something caught her attention. She heard a knock at the bathroom door and then saw something slide underneath it. She stood up and grabbed her towel, wrapping it loosely around her dripping body, and she walked to the door. She stood over the small white envelope for a moment, staring at it, contemplating whether she really wanted to open it or not. She reached down with wet finger and picked it up. She carefully removed the card from its home and looked at it. In beautiful handwriting it told her to open the door.
She hesitated for a moment and then obeyed the carefully penned command. Upon opening the door, she was shocked by what greeted her. There, in what used to be a sparsely decorated living room was a beautiful Victorian sofa and matching period accompanying furniture. On top of an ornately carved table was another envelope.
"Go to the kitchen."
Cordy again obeyed, and as she walked into the kitchen, she saw the table set for two in the finest china and crystal, two tall candles in the center of the table, held in pewter holders. Propped up against one of the fragile looking glasses was yet another envelope.
"Go to the bedroom."
Cordelia gasped as she entered the bedroom. Where Angel's bed had once been was another. It was a beautiful, cherry colored, four-poster bed. It had lush velvet covers that kept the deep red, satin sheets warm and waiting for her. On top of the matching nightstand was a beaded lamp that cast a warm, inviting glow throughout the room. She looked over to see the vanity in the corner and sat herself in front of it.
Resting on the vanity was an antique hairbrush made out of the finest silver, with a matching comb, hand mirror, and platter to place them all on. She picked up the brush and felt the soft bristles and fingered the delicate flowers on the back. In front of the mirror was a small box and another envelope.
"Open the box."
Inside the blue velvet box was a necklace made up of diamonds and sapphires. It sparkled like nothing Cordelia had ever seen before. "Oh." she gasped, her fingers trembling at the sight of the jewels.
"I couldn't stop thinking about you," she heard him say from behind her but she didn't dare turn around. She was afraid that she might wake up from this wonderful dream. "Everywhere I turned, you were there, in the moon, in the stars. I looked at this necklace and was reminded the way that your eyes sparkled when you looked at me." He took the necklace from her trembling hands and placed it around her neck. She watched in the mirror as it seemingly floated of its own will around her neck. He moved her sopping hair to give her a better view and kissed her neck lightly. "Memories are fragile Cordelia, but I never want to forget what we had.and what I hope we might have."
Cordy turned in her seat and looked at him. "Am I dead?"
"No, why?"
"Because this would only happen in heaven."
"Then welcome to heaven Cordelia Chase. I'll make every day heaven for you if you'd give me the chance."
"What about.you know who?"
"I told her how I felt.that I love her, but it's you that I'm in love with. You made me feel things in a couple days that Buffy didn't make me feel in three years. I love you Cordy." He tucked a wet strand behind her ear and looked at her questioningly.
"I.I love you too Angel." She let him kiss her, opening herself up to his embrace. He picked her up and carried her to the new bed. She felt the velvet caress her skin much in the same way that he did. He unwrapped the damp towel, exposing her to his passionate gaze. He kissed her sweetly scented skin, inhaling her scent deeply before kissing his way down her neck. He brushed his lips against her nipple, causing it to harden instantly. She squirmed beneath him in anticipation and then in sorrow.
"We can't Angel. The curse thingy."
"All taken care of." He pulled a small bottle out of his pocket. "Mystical contraceptive. Perfect happiness doesn't have to equal evil Angelus."
Cordelia grinned mischievously and grabbed the back of his head, pulling him forcefully to her. She kissed him as passionately as he had her and then gripped the bottom of his shirt, pulling it quickly over his head. The solid, white chest in front of her, seemingly made of marble, enthralled her. It was cold and hard to the touch, yet also warm and giving. She traced her finger along the lines of his muscles and smiled at the sensation in caused in him. He shivered and growled and then smirked as she fumbled with his pants. He sat up, separating himself from her long enough to remove the remainder of his clothing and then rested himself back on top of her.
She could feel his hardness pressing into her thigh, asking her permission to make all her dreams come true. She slowly, shyly spread her legs, inviting him in to herself, knowing full well that now Angel was going to know something else about Queen C that no one else did.
As Angel slid inside, he felt the hotness penetrate through his cold skin, and he felt the tightness. He looked into Cordelia's eyes and knew instantly that she was giving him something she had given no one else. He gently moved deeper into her, being careful not to hurt her and she gasped at the sensation of him filling her. He felt her fingernails dig into his back, drawing beads of blood as he rocked softly, working his way until he couldn't go any further. He kissed her soft lips, reassuring her that everything would be okay, he would take care of her forever.
Cordy moaned as Angel moved in and out of her in a steady, slow rhythm. Her head rolled to the side and she saw how he had carefully placed the candles around the room. He had wanted to make things perfect for her, and he had succeeded. Coherent thought was becoming increasingly more difficult as Angel picked up his momentum. Cordy matched his movements and wrapped her arms around him, holding him tight to her.
"Let me show you the stars," he whispered as he felt her moving closer and closer to orgasm. "Be with me."
"I am. I'm with you," she gasped as her body began to quiver and shudder uncontrollably.
Angel felt her inner muscles begin to tighten around him and he picked up his pace. He took her mouth in his as he felt her legs shake and then watched as her eyes rolled back and a scream escaped her lips.
Cordy had never felt anything so amazing. She felt as if her life were ending, like she was slipping away from herself and the only thing holding her safely were Angel's arms, which were holding her tightly as he continued to move inside her slick, silken channel. As her eyes involuntarily closed, she saw the stars burst behind them, blinding but entrancing her. And then it passed and she floated back into her body, back into Angel's strong, loving embrace.
As she opened her eyes and brought his mouth back to hers, Angel felt his own climax approach. He began pumping at a furious pace before he let out a growl from deep within his throat, his eyes flashing yellow.
He collapsed on her small, heaving chest and brushed her still damp hair from her face. He rolled them so that she was now on top of him, her fiery skin resting on his cool body and he ran his hands along her bare back.
"I saw them Angel. I saw the stars."
"Those were only the beginning, Princess."
TBC or The End?