They all just looked at him for a minute, and so Doyle just walked back into Cornelia's embrace and said, "Let's just get down ta basics. I'm back, I'm completely human - as in no demon in me at all, I've been watching ya since I died, so I know who you are-" gesturing to Gunn and Wesley,
"And, although I'm no longer half-demon or vision guy, the PTB gave me some added strength, so I could still be of use to you..... That is, if I'm even needed here," he finished, a little nervous when he realised that they might not need him - or even want him back.
"Of course you are! Even if you're no longer vision guy, extra strength is always needed. Anyway, you don't think that I'm letting you out of my sight now that I've finally got you back do you?" Cordelia said, then looked at Angel for confirmation.
"Yes Doyle, welcome back," Angel said, with a look on his face as close to a grin as Angel would ever get.
Doyle sighed with relief and grinned back, relaxing into Cordelia's embrace.
Doyle suddenly tilted his head to one side, a thoughtful expression on his face when he realised that he was sitting with his arms around Cordelia, and she with her arms around him, and she wasn't complaining.
In fact, she seemed perfectly comfortable in his arms.
He looked at her, very perplexed about this, - although also not complaining, as he was very happy.
Cordelia felt his gaze, and looked at him, and saw the perplexed look on his face, and blushed a little when she realised why.
Then she took a deep breath.
The only reason that she had not kissed him as soon as she realised that he was real, was because she did not want him to think that she only did it to try to give him the visions back.
As this was no longer a problem, because neither of them had the visions, there was no stopping her.
But she decided to let him stew for a little first.
She pulled out of the embrace slightly, pleased when Doyle made a slight sound of protest.
She looked him in the eyes for a moment, and then put her angry look on, which alone made Doyle look wary.
Then she gave him a whack to the head (not *really* hard, but still a whack to the head), and, after he winced and cried out in surprise (and probably a *little* pain) she said, "That's for jumping on the Beacon and dying!"
Another whack.
"That's for leaving me to contend with *him* all on my own - especially since he was even broodier than usual!"
(When she said 'him', she stabbed a finger at Angel.)
Another whack, quite a hard one this time.
"That's for not even *insinuating* that you loved me until you were about to die!!"
Another whack.
"That's for not even finishing asking me *out* to dinner, never mind taking me!"
Final whack.
"And *that* is for sitting here in my arms and not even *thinking* of asking me out to dinner again!"
However, this one was said with a smile, and he smiled back, albeit a little nervously, and nodded.
"OK then. Princess, would you do me the honour of going ta dinner with me?"
She beamed at him, glad that she finally was able to hear him say it, and replied by giving him a bone-melting kiss.
When she released him, he half-collapsed against the back of the chair and took a few rather shaky breaths before saying,
"Is that a yes then?"
She laughed and tapped him lightly on the arm, "Of course it is you annoying little Irish man!"
He glanced around the room, mock-offended, and said, "Hey! I may be Irish, and I may be somewhat lacking in height, but me? Annoying? Never!"
Everyone laughed, and Doyle revelled in the sound of Angel and Cordelia laughing again.
It was a sound he had seldom heard during his death.
"And, although I'm no longer half-demon or vision guy, the PTB gave me some added strength, so I could still be of use to you..... That is, if I'm even needed here," he finished, a little nervous when he realised that they might not need him - or even want him back.
"Of course you are! Even if you're no longer vision guy, extra strength is always needed. Anyway, you don't think that I'm letting you out of my sight now that I've finally got you back do you?" Cordelia said, then looked at Angel for confirmation.
"Yes Doyle, welcome back," Angel said, with a look on his face as close to a grin as Angel would ever get.
Doyle sighed with relief and grinned back, relaxing into Cordelia's embrace.
Doyle suddenly tilted his head to one side, a thoughtful expression on his face when he realised that he was sitting with his arms around Cordelia, and she with her arms around him, and she wasn't complaining.
In fact, she seemed perfectly comfortable in his arms.
He looked at her, very perplexed about this, - although also not complaining, as he was very happy.
Cordelia felt his gaze, and looked at him, and saw the perplexed look on his face, and blushed a little when she realised why.
Then she took a deep breath.
The only reason that she had not kissed him as soon as she realised that he was real, was because she did not want him to think that she only did it to try to give him the visions back.
As this was no longer a problem, because neither of them had the visions, there was no stopping her.
But she decided to let him stew for a little first.
She pulled out of the embrace slightly, pleased when Doyle made a slight sound of protest.
She looked him in the eyes for a moment, and then put her angry look on, which alone made Doyle look wary.
Then she gave him a whack to the head (not *really* hard, but still a whack to the head), and, after he winced and cried out in surprise (and probably a *little* pain) she said, "That's for jumping on the Beacon and dying!"
Another whack.
"That's for leaving me to contend with *him* all on my own - especially since he was even broodier than usual!"
(When she said 'him', she stabbed a finger at Angel.)
Another whack, quite a hard one this time.
"That's for not even *insinuating* that you loved me until you were about to die!!"
Another whack.
"That's for not even finishing asking me *out* to dinner, never mind taking me!"
Final whack.
"And *that* is for sitting here in my arms and not even *thinking* of asking me out to dinner again!"
However, this one was said with a smile, and he smiled back, albeit a little nervously, and nodded.
"OK then. Princess, would you do me the honour of going ta dinner with me?"
She beamed at him, glad that she finally was able to hear him say it, and replied by giving him a bone-melting kiss.
When she released him, he half-collapsed against the back of the chair and took a few rather shaky breaths before saying,
"Is that a yes then?"
She laughed and tapped him lightly on the arm, "Of course it is you annoying little Irish man!"
He glanced around the room, mock-offended, and said, "Hey! I may be Irish, and I may be somewhat lacking in height, but me? Annoying? Never!"
Everyone laughed, and Doyle revelled in the sound of Angel and Cordelia laughing again.
It was a sound he had seldom heard during his death.
