Part 7 – Nightie Pillow Time
Cordelia for the next few hours brought Angel up to speed on what had happened while he was in Hell, Homecoming, and how she lost out on Homecoming Queen to two nobodies, and that there was a new slayer in town, a girl named Faith with dark kinda slutty looks. She almost punched him in the gut at his look of interest in the new slayer after the slutty comment.
"...well you certainly would not be interested in her Angel, she is not blonde." Cordelia joked with him, part of her wondering if he was only interested in blondes, or maybe it was that a girl was a slayer...on it didn't matter. Right – right she thought.
"And one more time, you and Harris are dating?" Angel asked, she had glossed over that part of her summer update pretty quickly. For some reason he didn't like the thought of that boy anywhere near Cordelia. Especially given the way he had seen him pant around after Buffy.
"Well it is totally casual at this point, I mean there has been some broom closet groping sessions, and well we did drive down to Santa Monica in August and hang out at the pier in a totally boyfriend girlfriend way." -was it casual with Xander, Cordelia thought, but it seemed really serious with him until about two days ago when she hit Angel with her car.
"Broom closet groping...well then it must be serious." Angel said, hiding a small smile, it had been a long time since he was a teenager.
Cordelia looked up at him from her spot on the couch. She was sitting Indian style facing him and he was relaxed, legs spread wide apart, hands resting behind the back of his head. Did Angel just make a joke?
She couldn't help herself, she burst out laughing, "If broom closet groping makes a relationship serious, I wonder what sex does?" She asked before engaging her brain. She could not believe that she brought up sex with a vampire who hello, last time he had sex got him sent to hell. (Followed before and after by a period of insanity)
"It makes it complicated" Angel said quietly. He didn't want to talk about sex, and especially not any sex that she might or might not be having with Xander Harris.
"So...lets skip the awkward silence portion of our evening," Cordelia said, never one to let things get too heavy, at least if she didn't want them to go in that direction, "you will not believe what I did."
Angel took the bait, he couldn't help himself. "What?" Even though some of the things they had talked about this evening were completely foreign to him, and he had a hard time following some of the slang, he really enjoyed talking with Cordelia.
"Well, as I was telling you that on Homecoming night, I lost to Michelle Blake and Holly Charleston, whatever. The bigger news was that I convinced a redneck vamp that I was nobody to mess with cause myself and Buffy had just kicked some serious ass all over town including his trashy girlfriend. I told him that, and I quote 'Buffy is just the runner up and I am the Queen, get me mad, what do you think I am gonna do to you.'" Cordelia told him with pride.
"And he just walked away with his tail between his legs?" Angel asked, he had a feeling that Cordelia was nobody to mess with.
"I think he thought I was a slayer. Pfft...just proves that I am not bait girl, that I can defend myself, even if the only thing I had was a spatula." Cordy said, folding her arms over her chest.
"I don't like the idea of you facing down vampires Cordelia. Where was Xander in all this, shouldn't he have been there, protecting you?" Angel said, his protectiveness of the girl showing through.
"No I don't like facing down vampires, well evil vampires either Big Guy. Xander well I found him and Willow and Oz together in the gym at the dance. They didn't know anything was going on until it was all over. And my new green satin dress was ruined, with a rip across the thigh that is too high up to cut the dress to cocktail length." Cordy said frowning at the loss of a beautiful dress that she would have never worn again anyway.
Cordelia stretched and yawned then pulled her arm down and looked at her watch.
"Oh my god it is almost 1 am, I can't believe we have talked for this long" Cordelia said, smiling, having enjoyed her evening chatting with the vampire on his couch. She yawned again.
"Sorry, my body clock doesn't mind that it is the middle of the night." Angel apologized.
"Well hello – you're a vampire Angel; this is like the middle of the day to you." Cordy smiled at him again, she didn't like the sound of him feeling guilty, and the last thing she wanted was for him to go in to brood mode. "Hey if it is your middle of the day, shouldn't we get some more blood into you?" She asked, concerned about him getting back on a normal eating pattern. She didn't want to see him fat, but wanted to make sure if he snapped she wouldn't be on the menu.
Angel looked at her, a little shocked, how had she known that he was hungry again? Did he have the big bad wolf look in his eyes like he wanted to devour her. That thought sparked another though about wanting to devour her in other ways that didn't involve feeding – he pushed that thought to the back of his mind.
"Actually Cordy, I am a little hungry." Angel said, again embarrassed that he was talking about feeding in front of her. Buffy would have staked him right then and there, he thought.
"Okay, I am going to heat up a packet, how does B negative sound? And do you want marshmallows in it?" Cordelia asked, standing up from the couch.
Angel looked up at her with a strange look on his face, "Marshmallows?" was the only word he could get out of his shocked mind.
"Well I am going to make myself a mug of hot chocolate before bed, and I always put in marshmallows, I mean doesn't everyone, and since your blood will be warm, well 98.6 degrees, I thought maybe you'd like to try it."
"Uhm...thanks for the offer, but until I am back up to normal strength, I am just going to go regular, and not have any additives. Okay?" Who puts marshmallows in blood? He wondered, well it might be interesting...no no not gonna go there.
"Be right back...don't move" Cordelia bounce out of the living room toward the kitchen. She was happy, really happy, and it seemed like it was a long time since she talked to anyone as a real friend. Harmony had no clue about demons and vampires. And well Willow was Buffy's best friend, and sometimes her chatter was too much for Cordelia to take. All Xander wanted to do was grope in the broom closet. Giles, well Giles was a grown-up. And Buffy, well Buffy was the competition.
Moving into the kitchen Cordelia put a mug of water into the microwave to heat for her hot chocolate and then opened the fridge and took out a packet of blood. She took an inventory, enough to get through till Monday, but they way he was eating, she would definitely need to stock up on more. Hmmm how does one get a standing order for blood, she thought, well that shouldn't be any harder than ordering anything else, and Cordy prided her self on being an excellent shopper.
She opened the blood bag and poured it into a mug, squeezing out the last drop. Cordy thought that three days ago she would have been totally grossed out by the whole thing and there would have been no way that she would have done something like that. She took her hot water out of the microwave and put the mug of blood in – 54 seconds on medium setting. Two bags would have been a minute and thirty seconds. Angel needed her and it was a nice feeling. Plus, she had a feeling, he could become her best friend.
She mixed her hot chocolate, added the marshmallows and took the blood out of the microwave. She dropped the instant thermometer into the blood and checked the temperature – 98.6 degrees, just right, after much experimentation on the formula for heating blood. She was so glad he had a microwave, she new she would never succeed in heating it up on a stove, and the whole blood pack against the belly thing well, she didn't want to have to constantly have one hooked up to her to keep the Big Guy feed.
She walked back into the living room and handed Angel one of the mugs and then started to take a sip of her mug, but stopped short and looked at how quickly Angel had raised the mug to his lips.
He took a big gulp and then made a rather unusual face...and then the hot chocolate mustache appeared on his upper lip, and he gulped down the liquid.
"Ahh, Cordy...why did you put marshmallows in my blood...it taste funny, gross..."
"Oh Angel, don't start pouting on me here," trading mugs with him, "I was just joking, you just took a sip of my hot chocolate, your blood is in this mug, and sugar free." She giggled and took her mug of chocolate and took a sip of the sweet goodness.
Angel took the other mug and then before taking a sip he looked down into the mug and took a deep smell. Blood, definitely blood, no obvious additives. He took a big taste, wanting to get rid of the artificial sugar flavor of her hot chocolate.
"Angel how can you not like chocolate, oh maybe because it is the low fat sugar-free version." Cordy rationalized, not even considering that the vampire wouldn't like chocolate.
"Guess your right. Thank you" She knew the exact right temperature to heat up his blood. He liked the human blood so much better than the pig's blood. He knew it was a dangerous path, but right now he didn't think he could stomach pig's blood. He was glad Cordelia was taking care of him.
Cordelia yawned again and put down her mug on the coffee table. Angel cringed a little, because, well there was no coaster under her mug. He had to let it go and not be neurotic; she knew how to heat his blood just right. Heat his blood in more ways than one, the demon side of his brain thought.
"So I scouted around while you were sleeping Angel, and there is really no other place for me to sleep other than with you in your bedroom." Cordelia said very matter of factly.
Of course there isn't. Angel thought, he never thought she would consider anywhere else, or at least that is what the possessive vampire had worked out in his head.
"I saw that there was a bedroom on the third floor, but it was all dusty and full of creepy dolls – yuck, and there are no other beds in any of the rooms on the second floor where your suite is located. And I am not sleeping on the couch down here." Cordelia said giving an inventory of her snooping journey.
"No the third floor is the room that Spike and Dru shared, you are not staying there." Angel paused, and then the 18th century gentleman in him came out, "I'll take the couch." Looking at the couch realizing his legs would probably hang over the end of it, given his height. Wait a minute, in the 18th century he wasn't a gentleman, hell he had never been a gentleman, even when he was human. He was a womanizing rogue and then the Scourge of Europe. Plus didn't she say already that she was going to sleep with him. Angel argued in his head, almost missing Cordy's Pfft.
"Pfft... Angel that is just silly, your bed is huge, and there is nothing going on between us. Plus, hello, you had nightmares last night. If I am upstairs and you are down here, how am I going to wake you up if they start? I need to be next to you." Cordy didn't want to be far from him. She was starting too really like the idea of being next to Angel.
Angel gave up a little smile, "Thank you," he put his mug down on the coffee table, empty now, next to hers, and ignored the fact that there wasn't a coaster under that mug either because he was happy. Well not blissfully happy, but just plain old glad that she was going to be near him. "Cordy, I am kinda tired, even though it is sort of the middle of the day, I wouldn't mind going to bed." Getting a chance to wrap my body around you, feel you, smell you, hear your heart beating against my chest because your are mine. Angel's possessive demon side thought.
"Sounds like a plan Big Guy, but no sleeping naked tonight, okay?" Cordy standing up and taking his hand, pulling him up from the couch.
"Well I usually...." Angel started, he couldn't be that lucky, to get to sleep naked with her, maybe she usually slept naked.
Cordelia gave him an evil look, one that only girls know how to give guys saying don't even try it Mister.
"Right, boxers it is" Angel said, follow her up the stairs to his bedroom.
"Angel, you brush your teeth?" Cordelia asked from the bathroom as she was brushing her own sparkly whites, and noticing that he had a toothbrush and toothpaste in there. She had changed into soft pajama shorts and a Sunnydale High t-shirt. She had thought for a moment about leaving her bra on, but then decided that she would never get a good nights rest if she left it on, so off it came. She was glad that the Mansion wasn't cold though.
"Sure, don't want to loose any of them; it is not like they would grow back. Plus blood breath is gross." He shouted back casually from the bedroom, having already changed out of his clothes and donning a pair of black silk boxer shorts. He was folding his clothes neatly and putting them in the hamper to be washed. Yes Angel is neurotic.
Cordy looked in the mirror at her clean, washed face and was happy with her reflection. Hmmm Angel has a sense of humor, who knew, she thought. She wondered how he shaved or got his hair styled without having a mirror. That would be on the list of just wondering questions she would hit Angel up for eventually. Tonight she was just too tired.
Cordelia walked out of the bathroom and saw that Angel had gotten into the big bed. The blankets rested loosely around his hips, revealing his naked chest. Oooo that was a nice sight just before bed...bad thoughts Cordy...Angel maybe a hottie but he is a no-bone hottie. She walked over to the bed and pulled the band out of her hair letting it loose, and action that made Angel gulp, and then she got into bed. She laid down on her side, and rested her head against the pillow.
"Well these eyes have gotta close," Cordy said, yawning again, "nite Big Guy."
Angel looked down at her. She was so beautiful, and she was his friend. He really treasured today as one of the better in his 240 some odd years of walking the planet. He reached over her body and turned off the bedside lamp light. Dropping the room into complete darkness, thanks to the killer sunlight blocking curtains. That is when he noticed a light blue glow coming from the bathroom.
"Ahh, Cordy, did you leave something plugged in the bathroom?" He asked, not sure if there was some modern appliance in there that was going to catch on fire and kill them in their sleep.
"Yes Angel, it is a night light. Human here, no super-vision, you don't want me to kill myself in the middle of the night if I have to get up and go to the bathroom do you?" Cordy said in a tired voice, she had done a lot of explaining today to him about human things. He really was out of touch with humanity, even though he had had his soul for almost 100 years.
"Right...good night Cordelia" Angel said slipping down into the bed, a little happy for the small blue light, cause it was just enough for him to be able to watch her as she slept, with his super vampire night vision. He then closed his eyes, finding peace in being able to count her heartbeats as they slowed down and she went to sleep.
About an hour later, both Cordelia and Angel had moved toward the center of the bed in there sleep. Angel, subconsciously, wrapped his arms around her body and pulled her warmth closer to him, not waking but finding comfort in her touch and nearness. Cordelia relaxed even more in her sleep once Angel pulled her into his embrace. Both fell deeper into sleep, neither having felt so safe or secure in a very long time.
Cordelia for the next few hours brought Angel up to speed on what had happened while he was in Hell, Homecoming, and how she lost out on Homecoming Queen to two nobodies, and that there was a new slayer in town, a girl named Faith with dark kinda slutty looks. She almost punched him in the gut at his look of interest in the new slayer after the slutty comment.
"...well you certainly would not be interested in her Angel, she is not blonde." Cordelia joked with him, part of her wondering if he was only interested in blondes, or maybe it was that a girl was a slayer...on it didn't matter. Right – right she thought.
"And one more time, you and Harris are dating?" Angel asked, she had glossed over that part of her summer update pretty quickly. For some reason he didn't like the thought of that boy anywhere near Cordelia. Especially given the way he had seen him pant around after Buffy.
"Well it is totally casual at this point, I mean there has been some broom closet groping sessions, and well we did drive down to Santa Monica in August and hang out at the pier in a totally boyfriend girlfriend way." -was it casual with Xander, Cordelia thought, but it seemed really serious with him until about two days ago when she hit Angel with her car.
"Broom closet groping...well then it must be serious." Angel said, hiding a small smile, it had been a long time since he was a teenager.
Cordelia looked up at him from her spot on the couch. She was sitting Indian style facing him and he was relaxed, legs spread wide apart, hands resting behind the back of his head. Did Angel just make a joke?
She couldn't help herself, she burst out laughing, "If broom closet groping makes a relationship serious, I wonder what sex does?" She asked before engaging her brain. She could not believe that she brought up sex with a vampire who hello, last time he had sex got him sent to hell. (Followed before and after by a period of insanity)
"It makes it complicated" Angel said quietly. He didn't want to talk about sex, and especially not any sex that she might or might not be having with Xander Harris.
"So...lets skip the awkward silence portion of our evening," Cordelia said, never one to let things get too heavy, at least if she didn't want them to go in that direction, "you will not believe what I did."
Angel took the bait, he couldn't help himself. "What?" Even though some of the things they had talked about this evening were completely foreign to him, and he had a hard time following some of the slang, he really enjoyed talking with Cordelia.
"Well, as I was telling you that on Homecoming night, I lost to Michelle Blake and Holly Charleston, whatever. The bigger news was that I convinced a redneck vamp that I was nobody to mess with cause myself and Buffy had just kicked some serious ass all over town including his trashy girlfriend. I told him that, and I quote 'Buffy is just the runner up and I am the Queen, get me mad, what do you think I am gonna do to you.'" Cordelia told him with pride.
"And he just walked away with his tail between his legs?" Angel asked, he had a feeling that Cordelia was nobody to mess with.
"I think he thought I was a slayer. Pfft...just proves that I am not bait girl, that I can defend myself, even if the only thing I had was a spatula." Cordy said, folding her arms over her chest.
"I don't like the idea of you facing down vampires Cordelia. Where was Xander in all this, shouldn't he have been there, protecting you?" Angel said, his protectiveness of the girl showing through.
"No I don't like facing down vampires, well evil vampires either Big Guy. Xander well I found him and Willow and Oz together in the gym at the dance. They didn't know anything was going on until it was all over. And my new green satin dress was ruined, with a rip across the thigh that is too high up to cut the dress to cocktail length." Cordy said frowning at the loss of a beautiful dress that she would have never worn again anyway.
Cordelia stretched and yawned then pulled her arm down and looked at her watch.
"Oh my god it is almost 1 am, I can't believe we have talked for this long" Cordelia said, smiling, having enjoyed her evening chatting with the vampire on his couch. She yawned again.
"Sorry, my body clock doesn't mind that it is the middle of the night." Angel apologized.
"Well hello – you're a vampire Angel; this is like the middle of the day to you." Cordy smiled at him again, she didn't like the sound of him feeling guilty, and the last thing she wanted was for him to go in to brood mode. "Hey if it is your middle of the day, shouldn't we get some more blood into you?" She asked, concerned about him getting back on a normal eating pattern. She didn't want to see him fat, but wanted to make sure if he snapped she wouldn't be on the menu.
Angel looked at her, a little shocked, how had she known that he was hungry again? Did he have the big bad wolf look in his eyes like he wanted to devour her. That thought sparked another though about wanting to devour her in other ways that didn't involve feeding – he pushed that thought to the back of his mind.
"Actually Cordy, I am a little hungry." Angel said, again embarrassed that he was talking about feeding in front of her. Buffy would have staked him right then and there, he thought.
"Okay, I am going to heat up a packet, how does B negative sound? And do you want marshmallows in it?" Cordelia asked, standing up from the couch.
Angel looked up at her with a strange look on his face, "Marshmallows?" was the only word he could get out of his shocked mind.
"Well I am going to make myself a mug of hot chocolate before bed, and I always put in marshmallows, I mean doesn't everyone, and since your blood will be warm, well 98.6 degrees, I thought maybe you'd like to try it."
"Uhm...thanks for the offer, but until I am back up to normal strength, I am just going to go regular, and not have any additives. Okay?" Who puts marshmallows in blood? He wondered, well it might be interesting...no no not gonna go there.
"Be right back...don't move" Cordelia bounce out of the living room toward the kitchen. She was happy, really happy, and it seemed like it was a long time since she talked to anyone as a real friend. Harmony had no clue about demons and vampires. And well Willow was Buffy's best friend, and sometimes her chatter was too much for Cordelia to take. All Xander wanted to do was grope in the broom closet. Giles, well Giles was a grown-up. And Buffy, well Buffy was the competition.
Moving into the kitchen Cordelia put a mug of water into the microwave to heat for her hot chocolate and then opened the fridge and took out a packet of blood. She took an inventory, enough to get through till Monday, but they way he was eating, she would definitely need to stock up on more. Hmmm how does one get a standing order for blood, she thought, well that shouldn't be any harder than ordering anything else, and Cordy prided her self on being an excellent shopper.
She opened the blood bag and poured it into a mug, squeezing out the last drop. Cordy thought that three days ago she would have been totally grossed out by the whole thing and there would have been no way that she would have done something like that. She took her hot water out of the microwave and put the mug of blood in – 54 seconds on medium setting. Two bags would have been a minute and thirty seconds. Angel needed her and it was a nice feeling. Plus, she had a feeling, he could become her best friend.
She mixed her hot chocolate, added the marshmallows and took the blood out of the microwave. She dropped the instant thermometer into the blood and checked the temperature – 98.6 degrees, just right, after much experimentation on the formula for heating blood. She was so glad he had a microwave, she new she would never succeed in heating it up on a stove, and the whole blood pack against the belly thing well, she didn't want to have to constantly have one hooked up to her to keep the Big Guy feed.
She walked back into the living room and handed Angel one of the mugs and then started to take a sip of her mug, but stopped short and looked at how quickly Angel had raised the mug to his lips.
He took a big gulp and then made a rather unusual face...and then the hot chocolate mustache appeared on his upper lip, and he gulped down the liquid.
"Ahh, Cordy...why did you put marshmallows in my blood...it taste funny, gross..."
"Oh Angel, don't start pouting on me here," trading mugs with him, "I was just joking, you just took a sip of my hot chocolate, your blood is in this mug, and sugar free." She giggled and took her mug of chocolate and took a sip of the sweet goodness.
Angel took the other mug and then before taking a sip he looked down into the mug and took a deep smell. Blood, definitely blood, no obvious additives. He took a big taste, wanting to get rid of the artificial sugar flavor of her hot chocolate.
"Angel how can you not like chocolate, oh maybe because it is the low fat sugar-free version." Cordy rationalized, not even considering that the vampire wouldn't like chocolate.
"Guess your right. Thank you" She knew the exact right temperature to heat up his blood. He liked the human blood so much better than the pig's blood. He knew it was a dangerous path, but right now he didn't think he could stomach pig's blood. He was glad Cordelia was taking care of him.
Cordelia yawned again and put down her mug on the coffee table. Angel cringed a little, because, well there was no coaster under her mug. He had to let it go and not be neurotic; she knew how to heat his blood just right. Heat his blood in more ways than one, the demon side of his brain thought.
"So I scouted around while you were sleeping Angel, and there is really no other place for me to sleep other than with you in your bedroom." Cordelia said very matter of factly.
Of course there isn't. Angel thought, he never thought she would consider anywhere else, or at least that is what the possessive vampire had worked out in his head.
"I saw that there was a bedroom on the third floor, but it was all dusty and full of creepy dolls – yuck, and there are no other beds in any of the rooms on the second floor where your suite is located. And I am not sleeping on the couch down here." Cordelia said giving an inventory of her snooping journey.
"No the third floor is the room that Spike and Dru shared, you are not staying there." Angel paused, and then the 18th century gentleman in him came out, "I'll take the couch." Looking at the couch realizing his legs would probably hang over the end of it, given his height. Wait a minute, in the 18th century he wasn't a gentleman, hell he had never been a gentleman, even when he was human. He was a womanizing rogue and then the Scourge of Europe. Plus didn't she say already that she was going to sleep with him. Angel argued in his head, almost missing Cordy's Pfft.
"Pfft... Angel that is just silly, your bed is huge, and there is nothing going on between us. Plus, hello, you had nightmares last night. If I am upstairs and you are down here, how am I going to wake you up if they start? I need to be next to you." Cordy didn't want to be far from him. She was starting too really like the idea of being next to Angel.
Angel gave up a little smile, "Thank you," he put his mug down on the coffee table, empty now, next to hers, and ignored the fact that there wasn't a coaster under that mug either because he was happy. Well not blissfully happy, but just plain old glad that she was going to be near him. "Cordy, I am kinda tired, even though it is sort of the middle of the day, I wouldn't mind going to bed." Getting a chance to wrap my body around you, feel you, smell you, hear your heart beating against my chest because your are mine. Angel's possessive demon side thought.
"Sounds like a plan Big Guy, but no sleeping naked tonight, okay?" Cordy standing up and taking his hand, pulling him up from the couch.
"Well I usually...." Angel started, he couldn't be that lucky, to get to sleep naked with her, maybe she usually slept naked.
Cordelia gave him an evil look, one that only girls know how to give guys saying don't even try it Mister.
"Right, boxers it is" Angel said, follow her up the stairs to his bedroom.
"Angel, you brush your teeth?" Cordelia asked from the bathroom as she was brushing her own sparkly whites, and noticing that he had a toothbrush and toothpaste in there. She had changed into soft pajama shorts and a Sunnydale High t-shirt. She had thought for a moment about leaving her bra on, but then decided that she would never get a good nights rest if she left it on, so off it came. She was glad that the Mansion wasn't cold though.
"Sure, don't want to loose any of them; it is not like they would grow back. Plus blood breath is gross." He shouted back casually from the bedroom, having already changed out of his clothes and donning a pair of black silk boxer shorts. He was folding his clothes neatly and putting them in the hamper to be washed. Yes Angel is neurotic.
Cordy looked in the mirror at her clean, washed face and was happy with her reflection. Hmmm Angel has a sense of humor, who knew, she thought. She wondered how he shaved or got his hair styled without having a mirror. That would be on the list of just wondering questions she would hit Angel up for eventually. Tonight she was just too tired.
Cordelia walked out of the bathroom and saw that Angel had gotten into the big bed. The blankets rested loosely around his hips, revealing his naked chest. Oooo that was a nice sight just before bed...bad thoughts Cordy...Angel maybe a hottie but he is a no-bone hottie. She walked over to the bed and pulled the band out of her hair letting it loose, and action that made Angel gulp, and then she got into bed. She laid down on her side, and rested her head against the pillow.
"Well these eyes have gotta close," Cordy said, yawning again, "nite Big Guy."
Angel looked down at her. She was so beautiful, and she was his friend. He really treasured today as one of the better in his 240 some odd years of walking the planet. He reached over her body and turned off the bedside lamp light. Dropping the room into complete darkness, thanks to the killer sunlight blocking curtains. That is when he noticed a light blue glow coming from the bathroom.
"Ahh, Cordy, did you leave something plugged in the bathroom?" He asked, not sure if there was some modern appliance in there that was going to catch on fire and kill them in their sleep.
"Yes Angel, it is a night light. Human here, no super-vision, you don't want me to kill myself in the middle of the night if I have to get up and go to the bathroom do you?" Cordy said in a tired voice, she had done a lot of explaining today to him about human things. He really was out of touch with humanity, even though he had had his soul for almost 100 years.
"Right...good night Cordelia" Angel said slipping down into the bed, a little happy for the small blue light, cause it was just enough for him to be able to watch her as she slept, with his super vampire night vision. He then closed his eyes, finding peace in being able to count her heartbeats as they slowed down and she went to sleep.
About an hour later, both Cordelia and Angel had moved toward the center of the bed in there sleep. Angel, subconsciously, wrapped his arms around her body and pulled her warmth closer to him, not waking but finding comfort in her touch and nearness. Cordelia relaxed even more in her sleep once Angel pulled her into his embrace. Both fell deeper into sleep, neither having felt so safe or secure in a very long time.