Oedipus Reflects
By iyaorisha
Timing: S4 AtS
Pairings: Connor/Cordy (not that I approve of that sort of thing!).
Summary: Connor's thoughts following his night with Cordelia. (Or at least the ones that I self-righteously think he should have.) More a vignette than anything else.
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 for M/F sexual situations (implied).
Spoilers: None if you've seen up through "Habeas Corpses".
Disclaimer: None of the AtS characters or the world they inhabit belong to me. They belong to Joss and I promise to put them back when I'm done playing with them.
Author's Note: 'Cause it's just plain wrong, I tell ya!
Feedback: Brutal honesty is best (I enjoy floggings, I really do), but warm fuzzies are accepted as well. You can post a review here or email me at fanfic_by_iyaorisha@yahoo.com
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The door slams closed behind me and I'm sick. At first, it's a vague feeling. I try to shake it off as I race through the Museum. But then, I can still smell her on my hands and my guts are clenching. Chills rack my body as I rush to the men's room. Bile burns my throat. It's the taste of loss. Worse, of knowing that Cordy's right. It can never happen again.
It was a terrible mistake.
On some level, I knew that even as I lost myself in her body. It wasn't lust, but a more ancient hunger that's driven me after her all this time. Her smell, her voice, the feel of her skin. I'd say they were my first memories, but they're older than that. Simpler.
Darla might have carried me in her dead womb for nine months, but Cordelia Chase was my mother. She loved me and cared for my baby self all the so short time my adopted father allowed us. When I came back, she tried to fill that void again. I didn't know how to let her.
All I could see what that Angel loved her. And I wanted to hurt him. I just didn't think about the collateral damage.
By iyaorisha
Timing: S4 AtS
Pairings: Connor/Cordy (not that I approve of that sort of thing!).
Summary: Connor's thoughts following his night with Cordelia. (Or at least the ones that I self-righteously think he should have.) More a vignette than anything else.
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 for M/F sexual situations (implied).
Spoilers: None if you've seen up through "Habeas Corpses".
Disclaimer: None of the AtS characters or the world they inhabit belong to me. They belong to Joss and I promise to put them back when I'm done playing with them.
Author's Note: 'Cause it's just plain wrong, I tell ya!
Feedback: Brutal honesty is best (I enjoy floggings, I really do), but warm fuzzies are accepted as well. You can post a review here or email me at fanfic_by_iyaorisha@yahoo.com
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The door slams closed behind me and I'm sick. At first, it's a vague feeling. I try to shake it off as I race through the Museum. But then, I can still smell her on my hands and my guts are clenching. Chills rack my body as I rush to the men's room. Bile burns my throat. It's the taste of loss. Worse, of knowing that Cordy's right. It can never happen again.
It was a terrible mistake.
On some level, I knew that even as I lost myself in her body. It wasn't lust, but a more ancient hunger that's driven me after her all this time. Her smell, her voice, the feel of her skin. I'd say they were my first memories, but they're older than that. Simpler.
Darla might have carried me in her dead womb for nine months, but Cordelia Chase was my mother. She loved me and cared for my baby self all the so short time my adopted father allowed us. When I came back, she tried to fill that void again. I didn't know how to let her.
All I could see what that Angel loved her. And I wanted to hurt him. I just didn't think about the collateral damage.