Chapter 10- continued, or you may call it chapter 11 if you wish :D. We have a bit more romance in this chapter!

Oh and BTW i did mean to write this final chapter earlier, but I had a bad case of writer's block, so sorry for the delay :D. T'was fugaziclash's review onn chapter 9 that reminded me to get a move on a finish this so thanks lol.

"So Cordelia" one called Heather said, "I heard that you got attacked in the bedroom, are you alright?"

"Yeah I'm fine." Cordelia said distractedly

"When you screamed, half the male population rushed to that door to save you. That cute Irish boy you came with seemed particularly worried" she continued

"Did he? You wouldn't think so from the way he's flirting with her over there" Cordelia said, nodding at Doyle and the blonde who were huddled in a corner.

"Are you kidding?" Heather laughed, "He looks desperate to get away. He keeps looking over at you when you're not looking"

"Does he?" Cordelia asked, suddenly feeling self conscious, adjusting her hair slightly, and turning away from Doyle.

"He's looking now" her friend told her, and sure enough she turned around just in time to see Doyle's head jerk downwards. She smiled to herself. Maybe Doyle did still like her. She saw him tentatively look up again and she smiled at him. Their eyes met and they held each others gaze for a long time until a loud noise at the window made both of them turn.

Cordelia walked to the window and looked out in time to see a fork of lightning hit the ground nearby and another roll of thunder sounded half a second later. It was going to be one hell of a storm. The clouds burst open and rain started to pound against the window and the ground outside. Cordelia pitied the people who had to be outside tonight. She jumped as she felt a hand fall hesitantly onto her waist and Doyle's voice sounded softly in her ear,

"I always liked storms. The remind me of Ireland." She smiled, relieved that he had come back to her, unsure of what she would have done if he hadn't. However, she couldn't resist knowing what had happened to Amanda, even if it meant spoiling the moment between them.

"Doyle…" she began, turning slowly to face him

"Yes princess?" he answered

"What…" she started to say but got cut off by another, much louder crack of thunder and the apartment got plunged into darkness around them. Several people near them flinched slightly, or had a sharp intake of breath. One terrified woman even screamed. Cordelia felt Doyle's hand tighten around her waist. Cordelia took a small step closer to him too.

"It's just the thunder" she said, wondering if he was afraid

"Probably" he admitted, "Or maybe it was something else. A vampire for instance, wanting the place in darkness so that it can…" just then the lights flickered back on "Or maybe it was just the thunder" he finished, looking sheepish. He suddenly became aware of the proximity of their bodies, wondering if it bothered her, and took a quick step backwards, letting the hand fall from her waist. She still looked rather down from earlier, so Doyle said quietly,

"What Amanda said about you, it's not true"

"What did she say about me?" Cordelia said, sounding annoyed.

"That you weren't much to look at and that your personality had much to be desired" Doyle reminded her

"How did you hear that?" she asked, "You were way over at the drinks table."

"I have good hearing" he brushed the question off, not wanting to go into the whole half demon thing now, "Anyway, how I heard doesn't matter, what matters is that you're beautiful and you have a wonderful personality"

"We both know that's a lie" Cordelia said, looking down

"No, it's not. You're brave and you're loyal and you're not at all prejudiced, and you're clever and funny and…"

"That's enough Doyle" Cordelia cut him off with a grateful smile, "Thank you"

"No problem" the half demon replied, hearing people begin the count down to midnight behind him. Soon nearly everyone in the room took up the count

"8…7…" Cordelia began to start chanting too, in a lower voice.

"6…." Cordelia stepped closer to him, so their bodies were inches apart

"5…" Cordelia's hands moved up and slipped around Doyle's neck, pulling him even closer

"4…." Doyle slid his arms nervously around Cordelia's waist

"3….2…1…"their faces moved closer, and Doyle could feel Cordelia trembling slightly. He swallowed nervously, even now unsure if Cordelia really did want them to kiss.

"Happy New Year Doyle" Cordelia whispered

"Happy New Year" he replied, feeling his mouth go dry. They'd stayed, standing perfectly still, staring at each other for a few seconds.

"Doyle" Cordelia said

"Yeah?" Doyle asked, thinking she was going to tell him to let go of her.

"Kiss me." Slowly, Doyle lowered his head to Cordelia's a brushed his lips across hers gently. His hands slid off her waist and rose to her hair, pulling her closer to him. After a few seconds he pulled back and gazed at her, taking in how beautiful she looked. Cordelia smiled and rested her head on his shoulder.

"Amanda's glaring at us" she whispered in his ear. He laughed, not caring what Amanda, or anyone else for that matter thought tonight. Tonight was their night. He couldn't believe how lucky he was. This had started out just a normal day, but it had ended with him and Cordelia kissing. He couldn't believe she hadn't rejected him. He couldn't believe that Cordelia actually wanted him. Even though he had no money and she thought he had the world's worst fashion sense. But…. would she still want him after she knew about his demon heritage?

A/N: Once again, it doesnt have to be this chapter, just please review one of these final 3! Thanks :D