Title: I Saved Yo Evil Ass part 4
Authors: Lilyana_Vamp & Sunscorched
Email: Lilyana_vamp@yahoo.com Aurora_plym_uk@yahoo.com
Rating: R
Summary: Some vampires are just ungrateful!
Content: C/Aus
Spoilers: Don't I wish
Disclaimer: Oh for crying out loud, we don't own anything and don't make any money out of it!
Distribution: Just take it
Notes: Daisy, you did say that you'd be our bitch if we posted more, well guess what...
Angelus pushed a strand of wet hair from its place on Cordelia cold cheek. "We're both still wet," he commented quietly.
"Wow, you catch on quick," Cordelia responded as she shivered.
"We have to get dry."
"Observant, aren't you? I can see why you lasted a couple of centuries and not went poof. You're rapier intelligence really astonishes me," Cordelia snarked as she pulled the covers over herself.
Angelus grit his teeth together, "Come on, get out of bed, or you'll probably catch mild hypothermia."
"Again, you're the reason that I'll catch hypothermia."
"You could've just woke me up gently, but nooo you had to do a me and use cold water. I told you downstairs that I feel the cold, but you ignored me and got all violent. You'll be paying my doctor's fees for my concussion. Do you have any idea how much you owe me? $300 and that's just for my shoes, then we're talking new flooring, doctor's fees and a new basement door. Oh yeah, and therapy so I can get over the trauma of having a dead guy touching me," Cordelia told him as she counted the things off on her fingers. "I am never going to have a life, I will probably be in a mental institution until I'm 50 thanks to you. I'd say all in all, you owe me about half a mill and that includes personal compensation. Not to mention new bed sheets, which are now ruined because of you sticking us both in bed, dripping wet. I'm still not dry or warm by the way, I'm not surprised somebody beat you up. You must have a real habit of skipping out on paying up."
Angelus clamped another hand over her mouth to stop her incessant babble. "Shut up, I'll get you dry and warm just shut up. You're giving me a headache."
Cordelia decided against biting him again and instead licked the palm of his hand, leaving a trail of slobbery mess from her tongue. It was something she used to do to her cousins whenever they tried to bully her.
Angelus scowled as he removed his saliva coated palm from her mouth. "That was disgusting," he told her as he rubbed his hand friskily on a bed sheet to get rid of the slaver.
"You asked for it"
"I cannot believe you just licked me."
"I cannot believe you're still here and won't let me go to sleep."
"You're concussed, you can't sleep for 24 hours."
"You can't stop me," Cordelia told him. "I can sleep if I want to. Nobody, not even you, will ever take my 8 hours a night sleeping ritual"
Angelus moved off the bed, bringing Cordelia with him so she wouldn't try to run away or go to sleep behind his back. "We'll take a hot shower, come on."
"Nuh-uh, no showering with dead guys, not on your unlife go away and go shower with someone else. Eww!"
Angelus clamped his hand around the back of her neck and forcing her to walk forward, "Where's your bathroom at in this place?" he asked.
"Like I share a bathroom!" Cordelia yelled in disgust "I have my own and I don't want your embalmed germs polluting it. It's mine, go use the maid's room if you want a shower!"
"Where is it?"
"Not telling you so there!" Cordelia stuck her tongue out at him defiantly.
"Fine, I'll just walk you through every door in this place until I find your bathroom then. It would be a lot easier if you just told me," Angelus said as he moved towards a door on the far side of her room.
"Can't make me, not sharing my bathroom with any dead guy, much less you."
Angelus shook his head and shoved her forwards. "Is it behind door number one?" he asked as he made her open the door they now stood at.
Cordelia smirked, this was her closet, and maybe she could lock him inside. "This is my closet for unused clothes so guess again."
Angelus gave a disgusted look to a bright pink shirt before making her close the door. "Door number two next." he moved Cordelia to another door. "Open it."
Cordelia threw a dirty look over her shoulder at him "No."
"So it's this room is it?" Angelus asked smugly as he reached his free hand over and shoved the door open. "Get in."
"No."
Angelus pushed Cordelia into her ensuite bathroom and took a moment to look around. Marble flooring, a corner bath tub and lots of little bottles littering the place. "I'll turn the shower on, get the water warm you get undressed," Angelus told her as he let go of her neck.
"Haha, you're kidding." Cordelia stumbled away from him. "There will be no getting undressed of any kind. Not wanting a dead guy to see my bits."
"I've seen it all before," Angelus replied as he turned the shower on.
"Like hell you have!" Cordelia cried in insult. "You have never or will ever see my all. It will be a cold day in hell before you see my all."
"Look, stop being so immature and get undressed. You need to get warmed up so you can get dry," Angelus growled at her in extreme annoyance.
"I'm 17, I'm meant to be immature and no way am I getting undressed with you here or anywhere within my all vicinity," Cordelia retorted as she crossed her arms over her chest.
"If you don't get undressed then I'll do it for you," Angelus told her seriously as he started to remove his own wet clothing.
Cordelia took in a sharp breath, "What are you doing?"
"What does it look like I'm doing?"
"I know what it looks like, but why are you doing it?"
"In case you haven't noticed, I'm also wet and need to get dry," Angelus retorted as his fingers paused on the buttons of his wet shirt. "It wasn't just me who got water happy."
"At least I tried other ways to wake you up first, my being wet was just your idea of revenge," Cordelia bit as she turned her back to him, ignoring the rustle of material.
"Shut up and take your clothes off," Angelus told her as he dropped his wet shirt to her floor. The thought of Cordelia unclothed and wet made his head spin and the thought of her obeying his every command made his groin stir.
"I say a very enthusiastic hell no to that!"
Angelus went to stand behind her. "Take them off Cordelia, unless you're stalling because you want me to do it for you."
"I am not taking my clothes off and you are certainly not taking my clothes off. You can go to hell before I ever let you do that."
"In that case." Angelus clamped his hand round the back of her neck again, shoved her towards the shower and into it, fully clothed.
"Eeeep! What the hell are you playing at?" Cordelia demanded as his swift movement caused her head to throb a little more.
"Getting you in the shower, you need to get warm," Angelus murmured as he stood behind her. His hands trailing up her sides towards the buttons of her wet blouse with intent of undoing them.
Cordelia smacked his hands away and moved forward away from his body that was inching closer to her back. "Get off me you pervy dead guy. Get off, you're a dirty, old man. Ewww!"
Angelus let her move away from him. "You take your clothes if you're so against me doing it for you. I could make it more exciting."
"Did you not hear me say it will be a cold day in hell before I let you see my all?"
"I did but I don't care. One way or another, you're clothes are coming off if I have to remove them by force. Understand?"
Cordelia whirled around and immediately wished she hadn't. Angelus stood there, unmoving, his dark hair wet, his even darker eyes hard and unreadable. The black leather of his pants shiny with the cascading warm water of her shower. The spray trickling down his smooth, muscular chest, her eyes tracking the movements of the droplets down to the floor of the shower.
Cordelia's eyes widened, "Y-you're wearing boots in my shower?" her eyes snapped up to his.
Angelus clenched his jaw when Cordelia turned to face him. Her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment and defiance, her chocolate hair plastered to her neck and face. Her shirt clinging like a second skin to her chest, making her breasts an instant attraction for his eyes.
Cordelia swallowed when she saw raw hunger in the vampire's dark gaze as he looked her over. "Stop looking at me like that," her voice came out as a husky whisper rather than the order she had wanted it to be.
"You still have your clothes on, take them off," Angelus responded, his own husky voice matching hers. "I'll keep my hands to myself if that makes you happy," he told her honestly.
He wanted to watch as Cordelia stripped naked for him, he wanted to tease himself with the sight of her body and he wanted watch her fight him physically and mentally.
Cordelia bit her lip as her eyes drifted back down, "Take your boots off, you'll ruin my shower floor and you owe me enough as it is," she murmured.
Angelus held back the need to make her take the rest of his clothes off as he stepped backwards out of the shower, making a puddle of water on the floor. "I'll take mine off, if you take yours off," he told her as he kneeled down on one knee, his eyes entirely on her.
Cordelia kept her eyes locked onto his as she began to unbutton her blouse, taking as long a time as possible with each button.
"Take your time, we have all night"
Angelus watched each slow, teasing movement of her hands as she performed for him. He knew that she was deliberately trying to annoy him so he just watched and enjoyed her doing it.
Cordelia reached the last button on her blouse and swiftly turned her back to him, the movement making her head buzz and swim caused her to stumble and fall.
He moved quickly from the floor to catch her before she hurt her head on the wall or floor. Angelus caught her round her shoulders and her blouse fell off slightly, revealing a glimpse of curved, delicious and sun kissed skin.
Cordelia was breathing hard, from both her little stumble and the hard chest she found herself cushioned against. Her hands had instinctively gone to hold whatever would stop her fall and were clenched around his waist.
Angelus grazed her hair with his cheek as he inhaled her scent; fear, relief and arousal surrounded the air in the confines of the shower. "Let me help you take your clothes off," he murmured.
"I'll be ok, I can do it myself," Cordelia replied as she pulled away and replaced her askew blouse.
"You're still concussed, you need to let me help you."
"No really, I can do it and you still have to take your boots off," she replied as she pulled the open edges of her blouse over her chest to hide what he kept looking at.
"Let me help you first, then I'll take the rest of my clothes off." Angelus pulled Cordelia closer to him. He moved her hands away from holding her blouse together and the material fell aside. "No need to be shy, you have an exceptional body Cordelia," he told her.
She stood there and let him remove her blouse slowly, sliding the material from her shoulders and down her arms in one fluid motion. His cool hands contrasting with the warmth of the water pouring down her back.
Angelus took a moment to look at her, her breasts remained hidden by her blue bra, and he trailed a finger lightly over her stomach and up the valley of her cleavage. "You can keep your underwear on," he told her. He wasn't sure if he was allowing her to keep some dignity or if he just wanted to tease himself some more but her face showed great relief and gratitude for his allowance. Cordelia went to remove her pants but Angelus stopped her and shook his head. "I want to do it, you might fall," he whispered throatily and she couldn't do anything but nod her consent.
She couldn't move any part of her body, the only thing she could do was breathe and she even had to remind herself how to do that. Angelus hooked his thumbs into the waist band of her pants and began to slowly lower the figure hugging cloth over her hips and buttocks. Cordelia sucked in a breath when he momentarily paused to touch the side of her hips and upper thighs. He got down on one knee for balance as he continued to remove her clothing. His eyes flashed a little as he looked at the blue silk that matched her bra.
"Nice," Angelus winked up at her as Cordelia stared at him with wide eyes full of uncertainty at his actions. The material reached her feet. "Hold on to my shoulders so you don't fall."
Cordelia did as she was told and timidly touched his shoulders, his skin feeling nothing like she expected. It was smooth like the marble of her bathroom floor and the muscle just below his neck was almost rock solid. She exhaled a breath that had been held for the last few moments. She stepped out of her pants carefully; Angelus tossed them and her shirt to where his own lay crumpled. Cordelia froze as he dragged his hands slowly back up her legs as he uncurled his body from the crouched position. His thumbs brushed the inside of her upper thighs, gently massaging her own feminine muscle there before moving to her stomach.
"That wasn't so bad was it?" Angelus asked as he now looked down at her. "You stay here while I take my clothes off. Unless you want to return the favour."
Cordelia wordlessly shook her head, "N-no, you're alright. I'm sure you can manage."
Angelus stepped out of the shower. "You can turn the heat up now that you won't go into shock," he told her. The vampire finished the task of removing his boots and laid them next to their mixed pile of clothes before stepping back into the shower. "I've changed my mind, I want you to do it."
"Do." Cordelia cleared her throat, "Do what?"
"Undress me."
Cordelia shook her head. "No way, I can't do that. I won't."
Angelus simply took her hands and placed them on his belt, "When I want you to do something, you do it," he told her. "I want you to undress me."
Cordelia glared a little then relented, she didn't want to be on the receiving end of his violent streak anymore. So, she slid the leather belt through the loops of his pants slowly, her fingers trembling as she did so. The belt buckle made a quiet clanging noise as she unclasped the metal hook. Angelus kept his body still and unmoving as he waited patiently for her to finish undoing his pants.
Cordelia took her trembling hands away, "I-I can't do it, I..."
"Do it Cordelia." His belt lay teasingly open next to his pants buttons and Cordelia found her hands placed, more gently, back in position. She nodded again and fumbled slightly with the top button. Her breathing hardened as the button came undone beneath her fingers and relief swept over her when she saw some underwear on him.
"Did you think I wore nothing?" Angelus asked teasingly.
Steam from the now hot water began making the bathroom a little foggy and Cordelia's cheeks flush a bright pink. She unhooked another button and revealed more of his black boxer shorts and she reached the last button. His hands covered hers and he helped her push his pants down over his masculine hips and thighs. More marble smooth skin made Cordelia's eyes widen and suck in more breath.
Angelus stepped out of his pants and tossed them to the pile of wet clothes on the floor. The water made contact with his boxer shorts, making them cling to him in places that made Cordelia blush and avert her eyes.
"If you like what you see, then look. I've already told you, you don't have to be shy," Angelus called her on her unacknowledged desire. "Since we're here, we may as well make use of our time. Turn around, I'll wash your back," he said.
Cordelia dumbly turned her back to him and Angelus looked at the bottles on the ledge in the shower. "Which one do I use?" he asked.
"Just pick one," Cordelia replied carelessly, they all did the same thing. She waited for him to choose and start washing her back, if that is what he intended to do anyway.
Angelus picked up a blue bottle, opened it and shuddered. "Do you have any natural scented bodywash?" he asked.
"Yes, the, um, green bottle is supposed to smell like, um, fresh rain or something," Cordelia replied as she forced her brain to work.
Angelus nodded and picked up the green bottle and inhaled. "Mmm, I like this one," he told her. He moved his chest into her back. "I think I'll start with the front."
Cordelia shook from head to toe as he began to work the bodywash he had chosen into foam on her skin. He moved his hands in slow circles on her stomach, moving higher with each arch. She involuntarily leaned into his chest for balance and an anchor to reality.
Angelus leaned his chin on her shoulder so he could see what he was doing. The rise and fall of her breasts had rapidly increased and her heart rate had gone through the roof. He spread his fingers out over her stomach, round to her sides and up, making her raise her arms over her head.
Cordelia's eyes closed as she relaxed a little more. "Don't close your eyes, you can't sleep for 24 hours and definitely not in the shower." Angelus' voice made her eyes open.
"Sorry," Cordelia whispered back.
Angelus grinned and brought her arms back down to rest at her sides. He moved away from her and started the same slow circles on the base of her spine just above the now clinging blue silk. "I really do like your choice of underwear"
Cordelia didn't reply; she didn't have a clue what to say to that remark. His hands moving slowly and tantalizingly up her back had ceased any forming words from being spoken. Angelus reached the clasp of her bra. "This is in the way." He quickly and efficiently unhooked it and the bra fell to the floor of the shower. He began to work out the tension that had been building since this night had begun. Squeezing gently as he manipulated her muscles under his skilled fingers. He slid his hands back down the base of her spine and increased pressure all the way back up to the nape of her neck.
Cordelia's head fell back onto his chest as a small breath of air came out as a pleasured moan.
Angelus snapped his eyes shut at the sound of her gasp and gripped her shoulders tightly before running his hands over her neck and décolleté. He grazed his fingers along the swell of her breasts before running his hands lightly down her arms and trailing off her clenched fists. "Your turn," he murmured.
"I want to get out now," Cordelia whispered her plea; it was too much for her to take in all at once. The whole night had left her exhausted and standing half naked in her shower was just too much for her.
For the second time that night, Angelus took pity on the girl who it seems had become his obsession in less than 24 hours. He was wanting so much more, but he knew that waiting would increase the pleasure of getting her without fear or inhibitions from her. Sweeter was the honey without added sugar.
He reached over Cordelia and turned the water off. "Let's get out and dry. You can take your turn some other time Cordelia," Angelus told her seriously. He wasn't about to let this go completely. Postpone it yes, but ignore it? No way.
Cordelia covered her naked breasts with folded arms as the steam in the bathroom swirled with disturbance from Angelus movements. "Thank you," she said quietly.
"We will get back to this later Cordelia, don't take my relenting as letting this go. Now come here." Angelus had opened her towel cupboard and pulled out a large, fluffy towel and held it up for her.
Cordelia walked carefully across the marble floor, not wanting to slip, and stood in front of Angelus while he wrapped the towel around her.
"Feel better now?" he asked as he huddled her into his arms.
Cordelia nodded and caressed her cheek against his chest before remembering who it was she was with.
"Stay here while I get a towel. Do you have anything besides pink and yellow?" Angelus asked as he turned back to the towel cupboard.
"Um, I should have a bathrobe I stole off my father in there somewhere. You'll have to look for it though," Cordelia replied quietly.
Angelus rummaged through the towels until he found something he felt he could use. "Come on, let's go find something to keep you awake for the next 24 hours" he said after wrapping the robe around his own wet body.
He guided her from the bathroom back into her bedroom and looked at the wet sheets mussed up on her bed. "We can't lay back down here, your bed's wet. Where is your parents' room?" he asked.
"We won't be able to lay down there either" Cordelia told him quietly as she wrapped the towel protectively around her.
"Why? Is mommy and daddy in there?" Angelus asked teasingly. Then a thought occurred to him, where were her parents? They had made quite a bit of noise when they had been running around the house not to mention that it was now well into the early hours of the morning. They should have been back a while ago.
"First off, don't be so crude with the subtext, that's my parents so ew! Second off, the room will be locked, it always is when they're away. And last but not least, if I lay down then I'm gonna go to sleep no matter how much you try and stop me" Cordelia retorted as the heat from the bathroom began to leave her body chilly.
Angelus shrugged off hid next question when he saw her start shivering, "You need to get some warm clothes on," he told her.
"No I don't, standing around in a towel is going brilliant things for my health. If I shiver enough, maybe I won't need to workout tomorrow" Cordelia replied sarcastically.
"Will you just give the attitude a rest for one second? I am trying to be nice here," Angelus growled in response to her comment.
"Will you stop telling me you're trying to be nice to me? It's weird so stop it"
"What would you rather Cordelia, me actually being polite or crushing your skull with my bare hands? Because you keep up your attitude and you really won't have a choice. You say you know what I'm capable of so you know I'm not kidding or making an idle threat" Angelus replied silkily as he fingered the edge of her towel.
Authors: Lilyana_Vamp & Sunscorched
Email: Lilyana_vamp@yahoo.com Aurora_plym_uk@yahoo.com
Rating: R
Summary: Some vampires are just ungrateful!
Content: C/Aus
Spoilers: Don't I wish
Disclaimer: Oh for crying out loud, we don't own anything and don't make any money out of it!
Distribution: Just take it
Notes: Daisy, you did say that you'd be our bitch if we posted more, well guess what...
Angelus pushed a strand of wet hair from its place on Cordelia cold cheek. "We're both still wet," he commented quietly.
"Wow, you catch on quick," Cordelia responded as she shivered.
"We have to get dry."
"Observant, aren't you? I can see why you lasted a couple of centuries and not went poof. You're rapier intelligence really astonishes me," Cordelia snarked as she pulled the covers over herself.
Angelus grit his teeth together, "Come on, get out of bed, or you'll probably catch mild hypothermia."
"Again, you're the reason that I'll catch hypothermia."
"You could've just woke me up gently, but nooo you had to do a me and use cold water. I told you downstairs that I feel the cold, but you ignored me and got all violent. You'll be paying my doctor's fees for my concussion. Do you have any idea how much you owe me? $300 and that's just for my shoes, then we're talking new flooring, doctor's fees and a new basement door. Oh yeah, and therapy so I can get over the trauma of having a dead guy touching me," Cordelia told him as she counted the things off on her fingers. "I am never going to have a life, I will probably be in a mental institution until I'm 50 thanks to you. I'd say all in all, you owe me about half a mill and that includes personal compensation. Not to mention new bed sheets, which are now ruined because of you sticking us both in bed, dripping wet. I'm still not dry or warm by the way, I'm not surprised somebody beat you up. You must have a real habit of skipping out on paying up."
Angelus clamped another hand over her mouth to stop her incessant babble. "Shut up, I'll get you dry and warm just shut up. You're giving me a headache."
Cordelia decided against biting him again and instead licked the palm of his hand, leaving a trail of slobbery mess from her tongue. It was something she used to do to her cousins whenever they tried to bully her.
Angelus scowled as he removed his saliva coated palm from her mouth. "That was disgusting," he told her as he rubbed his hand friskily on a bed sheet to get rid of the slaver.
"You asked for it"
"I cannot believe you just licked me."
"I cannot believe you're still here and won't let me go to sleep."
"You're concussed, you can't sleep for 24 hours."
"You can't stop me," Cordelia told him. "I can sleep if I want to. Nobody, not even you, will ever take my 8 hours a night sleeping ritual"
Angelus moved off the bed, bringing Cordelia with him so she wouldn't try to run away or go to sleep behind his back. "We'll take a hot shower, come on."
"Nuh-uh, no showering with dead guys, not on your unlife go away and go shower with someone else. Eww!"
Angelus clamped his hand around the back of her neck and forcing her to walk forward, "Where's your bathroom at in this place?" he asked.
"Like I share a bathroom!" Cordelia yelled in disgust "I have my own and I don't want your embalmed germs polluting it. It's mine, go use the maid's room if you want a shower!"
"Where is it?"
"Not telling you so there!" Cordelia stuck her tongue out at him defiantly.
"Fine, I'll just walk you through every door in this place until I find your bathroom then. It would be a lot easier if you just told me," Angelus said as he moved towards a door on the far side of her room.
"Can't make me, not sharing my bathroom with any dead guy, much less you."
Angelus shook his head and shoved her forwards. "Is it behind door number one?" he asked as he made her open the door they now stood at.
Cordelia smirked, this was her closet, and maybe she could lock him inside. "This is my closet for unused clothes so guess again."
Angelus gave a disgusted look to a bright pink shirt before making her close the door. "Door number two next." he moved Cordelia to another door. "Open it."
Cordelia threw a dirty look over her shoulder at him "No."
"So it's this room is it?" Angelus asked smugly as he reached his free hand over and shoved the door open. "Get in."
"No."
Angelus pushed Cordelia into her ensuite bathroom and took a moment to look around. Marble flooring, a corner bath tub and lots of little bottles littering the place. "I'll turn the shower on, get the water warm you get undressed," Angelus told her as he let go of her neck.
"Haha, you're kidding." Cordelia stumbled away from him. "There will be no getting undressed of any kind. Not wanting a dead guy to see my bits."
"I've seen it all before," Angelus replied as he turned the shower on.
"Like hell you have!" Cordelia cried in insult. "You have never or will ever see my all. It will be a cold day in hell before you see my all."
"Look, stop being so immature and get undressed. You need to get warmed up so you can get dry," Angelus growled at her in extreme annoyance.
"I'm 17, I'm meant to be immature and no way am I getting undressed with you here or anywhere within my all vicinity," Cordelia retorted as she crossed her arms over her chest.
"If you don't get undressed then I'll do it for you," Angelus told her seriously as he started to remove his own wet clothing.
Cordelia took in a sharp breath, "What are you doing?"
"What does it look like I'm doing?"
"I know what it looks like, but why are you doing it?"
"In case you haven't noticed, I'm also wet and need to get dry," Angelus retorted as his fingers paused on the buttons of his wet shirt. "It wasn't just me who got water happy."
"At least I tried other ways to wake you up first, my being wet was just your idea of revenge," Cordelia bit as she turned her back to him, ignoring the rustle of material.
"Shut up and take your clothes off," Angelus told her as he dropped his wet shirt to her floor. The thought of Cordelia unclothed and wet made his head spin and the thought of her obeying his every command made his groin stir.
"I say a very enthusiastic hell no to that!"
Angelus went to stand behind her. "Take them off Cordelia, unless you're stalling because you want me to do it for you."
"I am not taking my clothes off and you are certainly not taking my clothes off. You can go to hell before I ever let you do that."
"In that case." Angelus clamped his hand round the back of her neck again, shoved her towards the shower and into it, fully clothed.
"Eeeep! What the hell are you playing at?" Cordelia demanded as his swift movement caused her head to throb a little more.
"Getting you in the shower, you need to get warm," Angelus murmured as he stood behind her. His hands trailing up her sides towards the buttons of her wet blouse with intent of undoing them.
Cordelia smacked his hands away and moved forward away from his body that was inching closer to her back. "Get off me you pervy dead guy. Get off, you're a dirty, old man. Ewww!"
Angelus let her move away from him. "You take your clothes if you're so against me doing it for you. I could make it more exciting."
"Did you not hear me say it will be a cold day in hell before I let you see my all?"
"I did but I don't care. One way or another, you're clothes are coming off if I have to remove them by force. Understand?"
Cordelia whirled around and immediately wished she hadn't. Angelus stood there, unmoving, his dark hair wet, his even darker eyes hard and unreadable. The black leather of his pants shiny with the cascading warm water of her shower. The spray trickling down his smooth, muscular chest, her eyes tracking the movements of the droplets down to the floor of the shower.
Cordelia's eyes widened, "Y-you're wearing boots in my shower?" her eyes snapped up to his.
Angelus clenched his jaw when Cordelia turned to face him. Her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment and defiance, her chocolate hair plastered to her neck and face. Her shirt clinging like a second skin to her chest, making her breasts an instant attraction for his eyes.
Cordelia swallowed when she saw raw hunger in the vampire's dark gaze as he looked her over. "Stop looking at me like that," her voice came out as a husky whisper rather than the order she had wanted it to be.
"You still have your clothes on, take them off," Angelus responded, his own husky voice matching hers. "I'll keep my hands to myself if that makes you happy," he told her honestly.
He wanted to watch as Cordelia stripped naked for him, he wanted to tease himself with the sight of her body and he wanted watch her fight him physically and mentally.
Cordelia bit her lip as her eyes drifted back down, "Take your boots off, you'll ruin my shower floor and you owe me enough as it is," she murmured.
Angelus held back the need to make her take the rest of his clothes off as he stepped backwards out of the shower, making a puddle of water on the floor. "I'll take mine off, if you take yours off," he told her as he kneeled down on one knee, his eyes entirely on her.
Cordelia kept her eyes locked onto his as she began to unbutton her blouse, taking as long a time as possible with each button.
"Take your time, we have all night"
Angelus watched each slow, teasing movement of her hands as she performed for him. He knew that she was deliberately trying to annoy him so he just watched and enjoyed her doing it.
Cordelia reached the last button on her blouse and swiftly turned her back to him, the movement making her head buzz and swim caused her to stumble and fall.
He moved quickly from the floor to catch her before she hurt her head on the wall or floor. Angelus caught her round her shoulders and her blouse fell off slightly, revealing a glimpse of curved, delicious and sun kissed skin.
Cordelia was breathing hard, from both her little stumble and the hard chest she found herself cushioned against. Her hands had instinctively gone to hold whatever would stop her fall and were clenched around his waist.
Angelus grazed her hair with his cheek as he inhaled her scent; fear, relief and arousal surrounded the air in the confines of the shower. "Let me help you take your clothes off," he murmured.
"I'll be ok, I can do it myself," Cordelia replied as she pulled away and replaced her askew blouse.
"You're still concussed, you need to let me help you."
"No really, I can do it and you still have to take your boots off," she replied as she pulled the open edges of her blouse over her chest to hide what he kept looking at.
"Let me help you first, then I'll take the rest of my clothes off." Angelus pulled Cordelia closer to him. He moved her hands away from holding her blouse together and the material fell aside. "No need to be shy, you have an exceptional body Cordelia," he told her.
She stood there and let him remove her blouse slowly, sliding the material from her shoulders and down her arms in one fluid motion. His cool hands contrasting with the warmth of the water pouring down her back.
Angelus took a moment to look at her, her breasts remained hidden by her blue bra, and he trailed a finger lightly over her stomach and up the valley of her cleavage. "You can keep your underwear on," he told her. He wasn't sure if he was allowing her to keep some dignity or if he just wanted to tease himself some more but her face showed great relief and gratitude for his allowance. Cordelia went to remove her pants but Angelus stopped her and shook his head. "I want to do it, you might fall," he whispered throatily and she couldn't do anything but nod her consent.
She couldn't move any part of her body, the only thing she could do was breathe and she even had to remind herself how to do that. Angelus hooked his thumbs into the waist band of her pants and began to slowly lower the figure hugging cloth over her hips and buttocks. Cordelia sucked in a breath when he momentarily paused to touch the side of her hips and upper thighs. He got down on one knee for balance as he continued to remove her clothing. His eyes flashed a little as he looked at the blue silk that matched her bra.
"Nice," Angelus winked up at her as Cordelia stared at him with wide eyes full of uncertainty at his actions. The material reached her feet. "Hold on to my shoulders so you don't fall."
Cordelia did as she was told and timidly touched his shoulders, his skin feeling nothing like she expected. It was smooth like the marble of her bathroom floor and the muscle just below his neck was almost rock solid. She exhaled a breath that had been held for the last few moments. She stepped out of her pants carefully; Angelus tossed them and her shirt to where his own lay crumpled. Cordelia froze as he dragged his hands slowly back up her legs as he uncurled his body from the crouched position. His thumbs brushed the inside of her upper thighs, gently massaging her own feminine muscle there before moving to her stomach.
"That wasn't so bad was it?" Angelus asked as he now looked down at her. "You stay here while I take my clothes off. Unless you want to return the favour."
Cordelia wordlessly shook her head, "N-no, you're alright. I'm sure you can manage."
Angelus stepped out of the shower. "You can turn the heat up now that you won't go into shock," he told her. The vampire finished the task of removing his boots and laid them next to their mixed pile of clothes before stepping back into the shower. "I've changed my mind, I want you to do it."
"Do." Cordelia cleared her throat, "Do what?"
"Undress me."
Cordelia shook her head. "No way, I can't do that. I won't."
Angelus simply took her hands and placed them on his belt, "When I want you to do something, you do it," he told her. "I want you to undress me."
Cordelia glared a little then relented, she didn't want to be on the receiving end of his violent streak anymore. So, she slid the leather belt through the loops of his pants slowly, her fingers trembling as she did so. The belt buckle made a quiet clanging noise as she unclasped the metal hook. Angelus kept his body still and unmoving as he waited patiently for her to finish undoing his pants.
Cordelia took her trembling hands away, "I-I can't do it, I..."
"Do it Cordelia." His belt lay teasingly open next to his pants buttons and Cordelia found her hands placed, more gently, back in position. She nodded again and fumbled slightly with the top button. Her breathing hardened as the button came undone beneath her fingers and relief swept over her when she saw some underwear on him.
"Did you think I wore nothing?" Angelus asked teasingly.
Steam from the now hot water began making the bathroom a little foggy and Cordelia's cheeks flush a bright pink. She unhooked another button and revealed more of his black boxer shorts and she reached the last button. His hands covered hers and he helped her push his pants down over his masculine hips and thighs. More marble smooth skin made Cordelia's eyes widen and suck in more breath.
Angelus stepped out of his pants and tossed them to the pile of wet clothes on the floor. The water made contact with his boxer shorts, making them cling to him in places that made Cordelia blush and avert her eyes.
"If you like what you see, then look. I've already told you, you don't have to be shy," Angelus called her on her unacknowledged desire. "Since we're here, we may as well make use of our time. Turn around, I'll wash your back," he said.
Cordelia dumbly turned her back to him and Angelus looked at the bottles on the ledge in the shower. "Which one do I use?" he asked.
"Just pick one," Cordelia replied carelessly, they all did the same thing. She waited for him to choose and start washing her back, if that is what he intended to do anyway.
Angelus picked up a blue bottle, opened it and shuddered. "Do you have any natural scented bodywash?" he asked.
"Yes, the, um, green bottle is supposed to smell like, um, fresh rain or something," Cordelia replied as she forced her brain to work.
Angelus nodded and picked up the green bottle and inhaled. "Mmm, I like this one," he told her. He moved his chest into her back. "I think I'll start with the front."
Cordelia shook from head to toe as he began to work the bodywash he had chosen into foam on her skin. He moved his hands in slow circles on her stomach, moving higher with each arch. She involuntarily leaned into his chest for balance and an anchor to reality.
Angelus leaned his chin on her shoulder so he could see what he was doing. The rise and fall of her breasts had rapidly increased and her heart rate had gone through the roof. He spread his fingers out over her stomach, round to her sides and up, making her raise her arms over her head.
Cordelia's eyes closed as she relaxed a little more. "Don't close your eyes, you can't sleep for 24 hours and definitely not in the shower." Angelus' voice made her eyes open.
"Sorry," Cordelia whispered back.
Angelus grinned and brought her arms back down to rest at her sides. He moved away from her and started the same slow circles on the base of her spine just above the now clinging blue silk. "I really do like your choice of underwear"
Cordelia didn't reply; she didn't have a clue what to say to that remark. His hands moving slowly and tantalizingly up her back had ceased any forming words from being spoken. Angelus reached the clasp of her bra. "This is in the way." He quickly and efficiently unhooked it and the bra fell to the floor of the shower. He began to work out the tension that had been building since this night had begun. Squeezing gently as he manipulated her muscles under his skilled fingers. He slid his hands back down the base of her spine and increased pressure all the way back up to the nape of her neck.
Cordelia's head fell back onto his chest as a small breath of air came out as a pleasured moan.
Angelus snapped his eyes shut at the sound of her gasp and gripped her shoulders tightly before running his hands over her neck and décolleté. He grazed his fingers along the swell of her breasts before running his hands lightly down her arms and trailing off her clenched fists. "Your turn," he murmured.
"I want to get out now," Cordelia whispered her plea; it was too much for her to take in all at once. The whole night had left her exhausted and standing half naked in her shower was just too much for her.
For the second time that night, Angelus took pity on the girl who it seems had become his obsession in less than 24 hours. He was wanting so much more, but he knew that waiting would increase the pleasure of getting her without fear or inhibitions from her. Sweeter was the honey without added sugar.
He reached over Cordelia and turned the water off. "Let's get out and dry. You can take your turn some other time Cordelia," Angelus told her seriously. He wasn't about to let this go completely. Postpone it yes, but ignore it? No way.
Cordelia covered her naked breasts with folded arms as the steam in the bathroom swirled with disturbance from Angelus movements. "Thank you," she said quietly.
"We will get back to this later Cordelia, don't take my relenting as letting this go. Now come here." Angelus had opened her towel cupboard and pulled out a large, fluffy towel and held it up for her.
Cordelia walked carefully across the marble floor, not wanting to slip, and stood in front of Angelus while he wrapped the towel around her.
"Feel better now?" he asked as he huddled her into his arms.
Cordelia nodded and caressed her cheek against his chest before remembering who it was she was with.
"Stay here while I get a towel. Do you have anything besides pink and yellow?" Angelus asked as he turned back to the towel cupboard.
"Um, I should have a bathrobe I stole off my father in there somewhere. You'll have to look for it though," Cordelia replied quietly.
Angelus rummaged through the towels until he found something he felt he could use. "Come on, let's go find something to keep you awake for the next 24 hours" he said after wrapping the robe around his own wet body.
He guided her from the bathroom back into her bedroom and looked at the wet sheets mussed up on her bed. "We can't lay back down here, your bed's wet. Where is your parents' room?" he asked.
"We won't be able to lay down there either" Cordelia told him quietly as she wrapped the towel protectively around her.
"Why? Is mommy and daddy in there?" Angelus asked teasingly. Then a thought occurred to him, where were her parents? They had made quite a bit of noise when they had been running around the house not to mention that it was now well into the early hours of the morning. They should have been back a while ago.
"First off, don't be so crude with the subtext, that's my parents so ew! Second off, the room will be locked, it always is when they're away. And last but not least, if I lay down then I'm gonna go to sleep no matter how much you try and stop me" Cordelia retorted as the heat from the bathroom began to leave her body chilly.
Angelus shrugged off hid next question when he saw her start shivering, "You need to get some warm clothes on," he told her.
"No I don't, standing around in a towel is going brilliant things for my health. If I shiver enough, maybe I won't need to workout tomorrow" Cordelia replied sarcastically.
"Will you just give the attitude a rest for one second? I am trying to be nice here," Angelus growled in response to her comment.
"Will you stop telling me you're trying to be nice to me? It's weird so stop it"
"What would you rather Cordelia, me actually being polite or crushing your skull with my bare hands? Because you keep up your attitude and you really won't have a choice. You say you know what I'm capable of so you know I'm not kidding or making an idle threat" Angelus replied silkily as he fingered the edge of her towel.
