Title: Aquadisiac
Author: Judyku
Email: Miss_.uk
Rating: NC-17
Category: Smallville/Angel crossover
Genre: Humour/Romance
Summary: A random kiss from a pretty brunette leads to romance, demon auctions, and ugly gray blobby things.
Pairing: Cordelia Chase/Arthur Curry
Disclaimer: I own nixies
Distribution: Here, AO3, and anyplace else that will accept this.
Sure, it was another gorgeous day in the City of Angels.
Sun pouring down from a sky so blue, warming her skin and no doubt causing wrinkles as she wandered down whatever avenue she was wandering down.
People were rude, she offhandedly thought, as they pushed past her and knocked into her like she wasn't there, but did she care? No.
Did she care that her sweater was the worst possible choice on a day like this? No.
Did she care that her shot at fame and fortune had just been blown away by a skull splitting migraine? Heck yeah.
Did she care that the one to blame couldn't be blamed because he decided to play hero? Hell yeah.
Damn straight, damn Doyle and while Cordelia was at it, she damned Angel, too.
She was hot and sweaty, not to mention poor and unknown, and to top things off, she'd just lost total control of every bodily function she possessed.
In the middle of an audition, no less.
And if that wasn't bad enough, she had no Doyle to yell at, either.
Life was totally out to get her.
There was so not a chance she would ever get a call back and it was all because of a stupid kiss.
It had to be the kiss that allowed her droolage to have a mind of its own and how gross was that? Not to mention humiliating.
Then there was the screeching. How could she forget the screeching? Or feeling like hot lava had just been dumped into her skull?
Okay, so the hot lava thing paled in comparison to feeling like her eyeballs had just been ripped out. Why did Doyle have to go and kiss her like...
Cordelia stopped.
That was it.
That was answer.
If she got the visions by a kiss, then she could get rid of them with a kiss, right? Though she didn't really know how Doyle had gotten the head splitting scratch n sniff pictures which came complete with feeling, but it couldn't have been a one-time fluke? Cos that just wouldn't make sense.
Unless he inherited them, like Buffy did her slayer mojo and that was something that always made her shudder. One girl had to die before the mojo went to someone else. No doubt it was some guy with serious gender issues behind that, but it was so not her problem.
Her problem was much bigger, like finding a suitable home for the unwanted noise in her head.
The most obvious choice was Angel, but he was hidden away in the batcave he called a home and since she could have another one any second, Angel was viable and there wasn't time to be too picky.
Cordelia vaguely saw a guy and did what a boy slayer did best.
XXX
To say AC was shocked would be a serious understatement. If there was one thing he hadn't expected when he woke up, it was Victor suddenly developing a psychic talent. Unless there was no woman attached to him and this was just good ol wishful thinking.
If the latter, then his wishful thinking had done an awesome job.
Her hair was the first thing he noticed. Dark, almost chestnut dark, set in waves and long enough to tickle the skin on his fingers. It smelled nice, hints of honey and oatmeal mixed with her faded cherry perfume. A cherry perfume that matched the cherry balm which made her lips soft, easy for him to manipulate into opening that little bit more.
The first touch of tongue came with delicious cocktail of cherry Coke, apple candy, and a moist warmth he hadn't felt in a looonnng time.
A pressure increase and AC groaned when nails lightly scored the nape of his neck, the sensation forcing his grip tighter around her waist. She musta liked that cos those hands of hers slid up to tangle in his hair and she pulled.
Hard.
If she wanted a lil aquatic action, then aquatic action she would get. After all, a gentleman would never deny a lady her pleasure.
He let the tidal ebb and flow guide the pace, swept his tongue across and under hers, relished in the sweetness. She was a little too eager with her response, so he slowed it down and turned it languid, she moaned and his arms tightened.
God, she was tiny compared to him. All tiny and fruity and wrapped in a soft sweater that left slender shoulders bare.
His hands slipped up and over those shoulders, fingers touched her neck and jaw and cheeks, felt the muscles work as she kissed him deep and hot. She tasted him like he had tasted her and he wondered what she thought of the salt on his tongue, wondered if she heard the ocean in his veins.
He pushed a little harder, her mouth got wetter and if this was just a kiss, what would a blow job be like? He imagined late at night, secluded little beach, Cherry on her knees while he slid his cock past her glossy plump lips and into that wet hot mouth.
AC cursed his thoughts when his blood went South and his hands quickly to where her waist flared into hips. His appreciative groan caused eyelids to open, revealing two hazel eyes. He held her gaze while they both backed off with soft, smooching tugs of his lips.
He purposely locked his hands at the base of her spine cos no way was Miss Kiss going anywhere anytime soon, so he waited until she said whatever it was she was going to say.
Pretty eyes blinked up at him and he waited for praise of his prowess.
"Did you feel anything?"