3 months later…
Time passed as it tends to do. Cordelia woke up in Angel's arms in his bed and snuggled closer to him, if possible. She kissed him, waking him up with a smile.
"Hey you." He said, brushing away a lock of hair from her face.
She giggled. "It's almost noon."
"So what? I could spend all day here with you."
Her wounds had nearly healed thanks to her demon blood. It had been almost a month since that terrible night. Things were getting better, and Cordelia and Angel's relationship was just starting from where it had left off.
The gang had reached out to every source for information, but still, the whereabouts of the men who had raped Cordelia were unknown. At the same time, Angel Investigations was slowly trickling out of business. Angel didn't want to bother Cordelia about it, but she knew that their income depended on her visions. It made her feel awful because it had been two months since her last one. Their rent check was due next week, and the gang had a fraction of it to pay.
Angel held the seer in his arms and kissed her. He wished that he could feel sunlight, streaming through the windows. Then it would be perfect.
"We have to get up…" she groaned. "Fred and Wesley are probably downstairs waiting for us. And you haven't really been bonding with Conner lately."
"So let them wait, what's the rush?" He murmured, kissing her neck.
"Angel, come on he's your son."
Angel sighed, "We've all been a little busy lately. He understands that."
She sat up and leaned against the headboard, "Yeah, you've been busy worrying about me."
"That's not true…"
"Yes it is! It's all my fault. If you hadn't been so busy worrying-"
He cut her off with a passionate kiss.
"Now what were you saying?" He asked, releasing his lips from hers.
She laughed, a happy loud laugh that he hadn't heard in a while. It was refreshing and wonderful.
"Ok, five more minutes..."
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"Cordy? Where's the check we received last month from the people with the Sloth Demon problem?" Wesley asked from his office.
Cordy busily dusted bookshelves and hummed to herself.
"Should be in my desk somewhere." She replied.
He sat in her chair and opened a drawer, searching for the envelope. He felt around for it, but there were only receipts and notes. Wesley leaned to open another drawer, but it was locked. He tried to force it open, but failed.
"How come this one's locked?" he asked her.
Cordelia immediately stiffened and jumped down from her step-ladder.
"Oh…um, it's not locked, that stupid thing has been stuck for ages." She said quickly.
"Isn't this where you used to keep the checks though…?" he inquired.
"Nope sorry, Angel might have it though." She smiled briefly and went back to dusting.
Wesley wasn't convinced. That drawer wasn't stuck; it was definitely locked. Cordelia always put checks there for safe-keeping.
And why was she so nervous to answer?
This all seemed odd, but he tried to get back to work. He could look into it later.
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Cordy shut the door of her room behind her and breathed deeply. If Wesley found out…
No, of course not, this was too well kept a secret.
But still, part of her brain told her.
She paced back and forth near her bed, accepting a teacup offered by Dennis.
"What should I do?" she asked the ghost.
She knew what he would say if he could. He would tell her to talk to Angel. He would tell her that she had to come clean after what happened.
Luckily, though, Dennis can't talk…
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TBC…How am I doing so far?