Part 6

(Six days later, Saturday night)

"Yeah. Definitely. I'll be there Harm. Yes. I promise. Nine o'clock. Got it. Yes. I will. Don't freak, I'll be there. I got another call, okay? I'll see you there." She pressed the flash button. "Talk to me."

"Cordelia?"

"Um, duh? Who's this?"

"It's Angel."

"Oh." Her heart rate instinctively picked up and she was happy he couldn't hear it. Or could he? Did vamp senses work over the phone? "What's up?"

"Nothing. Just calling to check up on you. I talked to Buffy last night on patrol. She said you were doing better."

"Yeah. I'm great. I figure, when you look as good as I do, some guys are going to be a little desperate. The whole vampire thing freaked me out but, hey, whatever." Angel's brow furrowed.

"You sure you're okay?"

"Yup. Me and the girls are going to the movies."

"The movies?"

"Uh-huh." She said, looking at her nails, using a flippant tone as if his concerned voice was nothing. He was too easy. "Starts at nine."

"Cordelia? What did I tell you?"

"Um..."

"You don't remember."

"Remind me?" She said in a sweet voice. She knew what he was talking about. But she knew if she played this right, Angel would be on her arm in the theatre tonight. Buffy's boyfriend or not. The Slayer didn't deserve him anyway.

"Cordelia. You're in danger. And it's dark. He could come after you."

"Angel. I'm not going alone. I'll be with the girls and a few guys..."

"You have a date?" He cursed himself for the jealousy in his voice. She sighed deeply.

"No. I got asked but, just not my type."

"So you're alone?" She sighed again.

"Yeah. Thanks for rubbing it in Angel."

"I don't think it's safe for you to go."

"Are you suggesting I stay home?"

"Well, yeah..."

"I can't! I've been dying to see this movie! I mean, obviously, if I'm going alone."

"Cordelia, you're going to be dying period if Penn gets a hold of you. And none of those teenagers are going to be able to protect you."

"Who can protect me Angel?" Silence. "My social life has seriously been suffering the past week. I'm going."

"Fine. But I'm going with you." Cordelia silently congratulated herself. She was good.

"I don't know Angel. I don't want you to be bored."

"I'll feel better if I know you're safe."

"Okay. If you want."

"I insist."

"Kay. I'll pick you up at 8:45 so we can get all the snacks before the movie starts." And she hung up. "Game. Set. Match. Cordelia Chase, you have got skill."

Angel looked at his phone and slowly smiled. She threw out the line and he bit. He chuckled to himself and went to get ready, not sure what to wear and not sure why he wanted to impress Cordelia so much.

Cordelia looked in her closet. She always looked good. But she needed to look beyond good. Angel kissed her the other night, he had wanted her and she could feel it. And tonight, she was getting another kiss.

* * *

Angel sighed as he looked through his clothes. He really needed to buy more clothes. The black pants were his trademark so the waist and below was done. But shirts...that was the hard part. He pulled out a dark blue velvet shirt and slipped it on, leaving the first two buttons undone. He smiled.

"Okay. This'll work." Reflection or not, he knew he looked good.

Cordelia threw outfit upon outfit onto her bed and stared at them with an angry look. She had to look perfect tonight. So good that Angel wouldn't be able to keep his hands off her. She turned back to the clothes.

"I so need to go shopping." Her make-up was done. She just needed something to wear. Couldn't be too dressy. But she had to look better than her friends. She looked at a pair of black low rider pants, and a red tank top that showed an inch of lower stomach and a pair of black boots with a nice heel. "Okay. I'm ready. Vampires like red, right? It makes them all crazy." She thought about that. "Well, not evil-crazy. But crazy in the want to make-out in the movies kind of way." She turned around and looked at her self in the mirror, hair down and framing her face then looked at her watch. "Crap. I'm late." She grabbed her purse and rushed out to her car, looking in all directions in case psycho vamp decided to show up. She hurried to the mansion, more afraid of Penn than she had led on.

Angel sat on his couch, staring at the same page of his book for what seemd like ages. She's late you know? His mind told him. She's standing you up. He tried to concentrate on the blurring words in front of him but it wasn't happening.

"Angel? You ready?" He jumped when he heard her voice.

"Do you knock?"

"Nope. Ready?"

"Yeah." He closed his book and got up, seeing her for the first time. They both just looked at each other for a while.

"You look good Angel." She said. That shirt hung perfectly on him and when he walked, she could make out the muscles under it. "I like a guy who shows a little chest." She walked to him and ran a delicate finger over the skin. He stared at her and she started to feel self conscious under his gaze.

"You look incredible." He said in a husky voice that made her quiver.

"Thank you. Let's go, yeah?" He nodded and she grabbed his hand, leading him outside to the car.

Angel sat nest to Cordelia in the theatre, four of her friends in front of them.

"You guys'll probably want your privacy." The blonde Cordelia called Harmony said to them. Angel didn't understand what that meant, but he didn't mind.

"Where are the guys?" He asked her.

"I lied." She said it simply and he side glanced at her.

"I see. So...what movie is this?"

"Sixth Sense. This kid sees dead people and the doctor...I think he's a doctor, doesn't believe him. Just watch."

"It's supposed to be scary?"

"Yup. You probably won't be 'cause you're a big scary guy yourself with really nice hair so..."

"Just watch the movie." She smiled and turned to the screen.

"I'm glad you came with me Angel."

"Me too Cordelia." Time passed and Angel watched, waiting for the "scary" part that would soon have everyone jumping. Five, four, three two one... On cue it came and everyone in the theatre yelled. Cordelia screamed and grabbed on to Angel's arm and hid her eyes in his arm. He stiffened slightly, the relaxed when she moved her head away. Her grip remained on his arm as she felt the hard muscles contract under her touch.

Cordelia continued to watch the movie as Angel watched her. He couldn't keep himself from looking at her. Those sparkiling eyes, perfect lips decorated with a glossy color that called to him. And the slightest hint of cleavage of her perfectly shaped breasts. He knew she wore it just to drive him crazy. And damn it all, it was working. He wasn't blind. He never had been and Cordelia was gorgeous. His eyes moved back up to her lips and he just stared. Cordelia could feel his gaze heating her.

"Cordelia?"

"Mmm hmm?" She turned and when she did, he brought his lips down to meet hers. Cordelia was momentarily stunned, then returned the kiss. She was ready to congradulate herself on her victory when she felt his tongue enter her mouth, stroking with a slow rythym, and all thought but him was lost. She pushed herself against the arm rest, trying to get as close to him as possible. He shifted, moving closer as well. He needed more of her. He couldn't explain it, he just did. She let out a soft moan and it sent fire through him.

Loud screams from the theatre's occupants took them by surprise and they seperated. She smiled an embarrassed smile and looked at him.

"Angel?"

"Yeah?"

"You wanna get out of her?"

"Hell yeah." She smiled and took his hand, leading him out of the dark room soudlessly. They drove to her home and she laughed on the way. He liked the sound and turned to her. "What?"

"Nothing really. I just can't wait to see the girls. They're going to be so pissed. And there's nothing funnier than an angry Harmony who's too afraid of me to really say anything." He shook his head and smiled at her. "That looks good on you."

"What?" He asked, looking down at his clothes.

"A smile. You should do it more often." They drove the rest of the way to her home and walked to the door. Angel's reasoning finally hit him and he felt horrible. It showed on his face as he entered and sat on the couch.

"What's wrong?" She asked him.

"Just for a second, I forgot what happened to you. What almost happened. I don't want you to do anything that's going to affect you later."

"Angel. We're not having sex. We're just making out."

"I know. But the contact and everything. I don't want to scare you."

"Angel. I'm not scared of you. I can't explain it, but I feel so safe with you. When I'm alone, or at school, or with my friends, or even with the Buffy around, and she's the slayer, I feel afraid." Angel nearly flinched at the name of his girlfriend. And he was almost lost in guilt until he realized she was still afriad and that caught his attention again. "But when I'm with you it's like, I don't know what it is, but I know you'll protect me. You'll keep me safe." She looked at his stunned expression. "You will, right?" The vulnerability in that one question sucked him in whole. There were so many layers of Cordelia and he wanted to know them all.

"I'll do the best that I can."

"That's all I need to hear. I trust you Angel."

"Why? You've seen a side of me that should've petrified you. Should've kept you away from me. Penn is just a cheap immitation of what I can truely become."

"Don't get me wrong Angel, Angelus scared the hell out of me." Angel frowned and his shoulders slumped. "But I know you would never hurt me."

"There's no difference Cordelia."

"I'm thinking there is. You're not all evil and fangy, there are no bumps or yellow eyes to scare me."

"Only because I don't let you see it. I can turn into that monster Cordelia. I have before, I can again."

"Angel, you're not Angelus."

"I am."

'Okay. Maybe the grrrrr part of you is, but you're not." He looked at her skeptically. "Angel. You're trusted to help people. You work with the good guys. I really don't think you would be if you were evil."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't." She pushed him on his back and laid on top of him. "I trust you Angel." He smiled and pulled her on top of him completely. Every inch of her touching him. He kissed her again, softly. Small, slow kisses that lasted a lifetime. They learned every centimeter of each other's mouth. The taste was one Angel had never experienced and he wanted more. Then she pushed him back and he looked at her, confused.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I just need air every now and then."

"Really? I thought I was gonna be the one who needed oxygen when you were done with me." He said with a smirk and her eyes widened as she remembered what she said the first time she saw him.

"You heard that?"

"The salty goodness part and all."

"Oh my God." She buried her head in his chest, embarrassed. Angel felt her hot breath on his cold skin through the material and let out a soft moan. She smiled and looked up at him for a second. His eyes were closed and she smiled as she started to undo the bottom buttons of his shirt. His eyes opened and he looked down.

"What are you doing?" She silenced him when she placed a soft kiss below his belly button. "Cordelia..." He moaned again and she smiled. She undid higher buttons, trailing along the newly exposed skin with her tongue. "We shouldn't be doing this."

"Then tell me to stop." He said nothing as her mouth assaulted his chest. She moved her mouth up until she was at his throat. She nipped the skin where his pulse point should've been and it undid him. He sat up and pressed his lips down to hers furiously. Man, this guy could kiss. Then, it ended and he was looking at her with those deep eyes. "Angel..."

"I have to go."

"What? Why?"

"This is bad Cordelia."

"Excuse me?"

"I shouldn't be doing this."

"Why not?"

"Becuase you can do so much better than me."

"Maybe I don't want to."

"Cordelia. I can't cheat on Buffy." The name cut through her. "It's not fair to her. And it's not fair to you. I have to leave. Call me if something comes up." In a second he was gone and she stared after him, confused and hurt and angry. She shook her head and made sure everything in the house was locked, then made her way upstairs to go to sleep.

Part 7

Angel sat next to Buffy in the Bronze, Xander, Willow and Oz across from him. They were all discussing the Prom again and Angel was tired of hearing about that damn dance. His eyes searched the dance floor for anything that would take his mind off their conversation. His eyes fell upon Cordelia and he couldn't tear them from her.

Her body moved to the beat as she pressed herself against the guy she was with like he was a long time lover. He was relatively tall and broad shouldered. Football player? He let out a low growl when the guy's hands dropped down to her ass and squeezed, pushing her further into him. She complied and gound her hips deeper into his. Another growl left his throat and he got up.

"Angel? Angel, what's wrong?" Buffy asked as he got up from the table.

"I have to go." He threw over his shoulder and disappeared into the mass of writhing bodies.

"That's weird." She said and Xander moved next to her.

"Well, that's Deadboy for you."

Angel walked up to Cordelia and grabbed her arm, pulling her away from the young man.

"Hey!" She yelled and the football played moved toward Angel.

"Don't try it." He growled and the guy backed off, hands up and walked away. Angel pulled Cordelia with him outside the club.

"What the hell is your damage, Angel?"

"Mine? You're the one dry humping guys on the dance floor."

"What did you say?"

"You heard me."

"Take a pill Angel! We were dancing! That's it!"

"That's not dancing! That's seduction!"

"Well at least someone responds to it." She said quietly and he looked at her guiltily.

"Cordelia. I didn't mean to hurt you."

"Yeah, well, you did. But I'm over it now. And I'm over you incase you didn't notice. So...let me be over you?" She all but pleaded with him.

"I can't."

"Why not? You got your little slayer freak in there. Leave me alone."

"I can't, okay? I-" He stopped, looked around, then back at her. "Go."

"What? You can't just tell me to leave when you want to."

"Cordelia! Go! Now!"

"Hey Angel. What's up?" Penn walked towards him, a dozen vamps ebhind him. Some held weapons, the others were big enough to not need them. Cordelia gulped, frozen still.

"Oh God."

"Cordy, go now. Go home, lock your doors, don't invite anyone in."

"What about you?" Angel slipped off his coat and wrapped it around her shoulders. He dropped his head down for a wuick kiss and she stared at him shocked. "Angel?" He walked towards the approaching group until she grabebd his arm and pulled him to face her. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"I'm gonna fight."

"Against all them?"

"Penn wants me Cordelia, not you."

"Angel, there's too many. What if..." She trailed off, unable to say the word.

"As long as you're safe. Now go. Please." He broke form her grip and walked towards Penn, who stopped. They stood apart from each other like two gun slingers from a few Western movies she had seen.

"Kill him." Penn instructed and the vampires attacked. They charged and Angel faught them the best he could, recieving various injuries in the process. Cordelia was afraid to watch but couldn't bring herself to leave. Afraid that if she tore her eyes from him, they'd get the better of him. She felt as if her eyes were keeping him alive.

Cordelia felt an arm grab her's and she screamed. Angel turned to her, recieving a hard blow to his face. He fell to the floor, scrambling to her and hit the vampire. He flew into the wall of the Bronze, then to the floor.

"Three down, ten to go." He muttered and she grabbed his hand.

"There's too many."

"I can handle this."

"Angel. You can't They're big and the other's have weapons. Let's go. Take me home. You're supposed to protect me, right?"

"I will. I'm trying."

"So protect me, then." He looked back to his opponents. Penn really went all out. Five held weapons that ranges from swords, axes, to maces. Angel wasn't looking forward to facing them. The other four were proffessionial football player height and build. Angel knew his chances weren't as bad as they seemed, but he had to get Cordelia out of there.

"Come on." He said in a gruff voice and grabbed her arm, pulling her with him. They ran to his home and Cordelia sat on a couch when they were in, trying to catch her breath. "Get up."

"Why?"

"We're not safe here. The vampire can come in here."

"Then why are we here?"

"I need supplies."

"Oh." She muttered as he grabbed two stakes and a sword. He handed her the stakes and sliced his hand. "What are you doing?"

"They're on our trail. If they sense the blood, they'll come here, buying us an easy escape to your place." He said, sheking his hand near the door. Red drops splattered and she cringed.

"You're smarter than you look."

"Funny." He tore a strip of his shirt and wrapped it tight around his hand, stopping the blood flow.

"Let's go." He told her and led her out the back door. They got to her house and she locked every door and window just in case.

"You okay?" She asked Angel, who had a few deep purple bruise forming on his face.

"Been worse." He said and touched his face, wincing. "Then again, I've been better."

"Yeah, well that's what happens when someone pounds on your face."

"I could've taken them."

"Uh-huh."

"I could've."

"Then why didn't you?"

"You dragged me out of there. If it just would've been me, fine. But I had to get you somewhere safe." They grew silent, just standing near each other.

"Angel?"

"Yeah?"

"Why did you go all psycho wan-kenobi on me in the Bronze?"

"Because you were making a fool of yourself."

"I was dancing."

"That was not dancing." He said, facing her.

"Everyone does it. Why are you freaking out? It's not your buisness. We're friends, that's it. And, hello, you have a girlfriend. Who, by the way, was in there. She's done it too."

"I know."

"Then what's your damage?"

"I don't like the people I care about degratting themselves like that."

"I wasn't."

"That's guy's hands were on your ass Cordelia!" The two stood, face to face, anger radiating off of them both.

"So! What? You jealous Angel? Mad 'cause you can't get any so you keep everyone else from gettin' some?" He growled and grabbed her, pushing her hard against the wall.

"No one touches you like that again, you hear me?"

"Who the hell do you think you are?"

"Do you hear me?" She could feel his body pressed hard against her's. Her breath was coming out in pants, every small one pressing her breasts against his chest.

"You are touching me like that." She whispered and he smirked, before lowering his mouth to her's, not quite touching.

"I haven't stopped thinking of you Cordelia."

"I know the feel-" She was cut of and his lips melted to her's in a hot kiss. He picked her up and moved her to the couch, only moving his lips from hers to let her breathe, before attacking again.

She broke away for a second and he gave her a startled look.

"Oh God, Cordelia, I-"

"Don't."

"I should've have."

"No, you should've and you better again. I'm just thinking this might be more comfortable in my room, on a soft bed instead of a lumpy couch."

"You're smarter than you look." He said with a smirk and she just stared at him.

"Do you have any idea how sexy you are when you do that?"

"Show me."

"Well, get up so I can, then." He smiled and did, leading him up to her room.

* * *

Angel woke up to the sound of music. He groaned and sat up. The Curtains were closed, blocking the sun, but the room was still relatively bright. He got up and went downstairs. The music grew louder and he heard singing. Horrible, off key singing.

"Tell me why. Ain't nothing but a heart ache. Tell me why. Ain't nothing but a mistake. Tell me why-" she saw Angel and smiled.

"What is this?"

"Backstreet Boys." She walked towards him, singing. "Am I your fire? Your one desire?" He was about to respond when she held up her hand, quieting him. "Yes, I know, it's too late. But I want it that way." He gulped, trying to respond. But the way she sang those words to him, no matter how bad, it did something to him.

"You sing as bad as me." He shouted over the music as she continued packing all her stuff into a bear back pack. "What's a back street boy?"

"I never wanna hear you say I want it that way. 'Cause I want it that way." The song ended and she turned to him as another started. "They're a band They are so 'it' right now."

"I hate the ninties." Angel muttered.

"Well, they're almost over. I have to head out. Do the school thing. Will you, um, should I expect you here when I get back? 'Cause the staff is gone until my parents return, and there's an indoor pool so..."

"I'll be here. Sun and I don't get along any way." She smiled and in that moment Angel remembered she was just an eighteen year old girl with a crush. Or maybe more. He didn't know. But beneath all those curves and her beauty, she was still just a girl. A normal girl.

"Okay. 'Cause when you spend a night with your potential first love, you want to know is he's gonna be there when you get back."

"Love?"

"Yeah." Seeing his look. "I said potential." He still stared at her, then he sighed and sat down. "Whoa. Sorry. I didn't mean to you out. I just figured I should tell you."

"You didn't. It's just, you said love and it made me think of Buffy."

"Oh. Well, of course it did." She said flippantly, but Angel heard the brief saddness in her voice.

"Cordelia."

"No. She's your girlfriend. Of course you'd think of her."

"No. I didn't mean it like that. I meant because I'm falling out of love with her."

"Oh. Well, um, not that I'm against that or anything, 'cause really, I'm not. Really. But, why?"

"I don't know. After I came back, we tried to have a relationship. Tried damn hard but, it just wasn't the same. I realized it a while ago. I just didn't want to admit it. But I don't love her anymore." For once, Cordelia was rendered speechless. "You going to say something?"

"I, um, I have to go to school." She ran out the door and Angel stared, stuck here until the sun set.

* * *

Cordelia nodded her head and responded with a few "uh-huh's," "really's," and, "oh, I know's" to Harmony's endless babble.

"Ooh! Look! There he is! Isn't he the hottest?" Cordelia looked up.

"He's cute."

"Cute? What are you, blind? He's not!"

"I've seen hotter." She said, thinking of the extremely hot and experienced vampire who was stuck at her house, probably going out of his mind. The one who she spent all night making out with. The one she left this morning after he told her he didn't love Buffy anymore. Not her brightest moment, but he freaked her out. How was she supposed to respond to that? She didn't know, but leaving wasn't the best idea.

And here she was now, taking extra long at cheer practice, just so she wouldn't have to face him. She wanted to wait, but couldn't listen to Harmony anymore without losing brain cells in the process.

"Hey Harm. I have to take off now. My parents, you know?"

"I thought your parents were out of town?"

"Yeah. But they're going to call me. Check up on me, make sure I'm alive. You know? That kind of thing. So I have to be home to pick up the call."

"Oh. Okay. I'll see you later then."

"Uh-huh." Codelia took her time getting to her car and just sat there listening to her radio and thinking. It was an hour past sunset and she figured she could head home now.

Her house was dark and silent when she returned. She walked through out the rooms, not finding him.

"I've been freaking out about coming home and he's not even here?" she said out loud. "What a jerk." She stormed back outside and to her car, heading to Angel's. She wasn't sure if she was mad at him for actually leaving, or if she was mad at herself for walking out on him. She figured the latter and as she drove, her fear of him rejecting her increased.

She arrived at his home. The door was partially open and she entered. Cordelia heard soft sounds that she couldn't distinguish. She couldn't look in the room for fear of being seen and seeing.

"I-I, ah." It was a soft sigh and Cordelia's eyes widened. That was Buffy's voice.

"Buffy." Angel said her name in a groan and Cordelia felt tears sting her eyes. He wouldn't. He said he didn't love her.

"Oh God." Buffy's voice echoed and Cordelia was about to run out of the mansion when she heard Angel's voice.

"Buffy. I'm sorry." Wait a minute She thought. Now, I may not have actually had sex before, but I really don't think that's part of it.

"Why?" Cordelia stole a glance and was relieved to see them both fully clothes. Buffy was sitting on Angel's bed, tear streaks on her cheeks and Angel leaned against the wall, arms crossed, looking down at the floor. He seemed to suck up all the light with that dark look on his face.

"It just has to be this way."

"It doesn't!" She cried.

"It does." His voice was soft and he tried to comfort, but it got the message across, which wasn't making her feel any better.

"I thought you loved me."

"I did."

"Did? What's 'did' Angel?"

"We've grown apart. We both know that. We don't spend anytime together. We can't talk. We haven't even held hands since I came back."

"Is that what this is about? Sex?"

"No. You said you weren't ready and I respect that."

"But I'm ready now. I love you Angel. You were my first love...my first everything."

"Buffy, I'm sorry."

"No! It can't just be over between us! It can't!"

"It is." There was a long silence and Cordelia was careful not to be seen or breathe to heavily.

"Is there someone else?"

"What?"

"Is there another girl?"

"I..."

"Angel, I swear, if there is-"

"There's no one else."

"Angel."

"Buffy, this has nothing to do with another girl. I just need to end this."

"If you want some time to yourself, that's fine. We can pick this up later."

"That's not gonna happen." She looked at him for a long, long time.

"How did this happen? How did our relationship fall apart?"

"Buffy, we never had a relationship. There was love. But you and I both know that's not always enough." She walked towards the bed room door.

"Will I still see you?"

"I'll be in touch if anything come up. Other than that..."

"What about prom?" He looked at her with astonishment.

"Are you serious?"

"Angel. I'm gonna be dateless to my prom."

"That's why we're breaking up Buffy. People's lives are at stake and all you can think about is a damn dance."

"Who's lives Angel?"

"How about your's? Willow's? Xander's? Cordelia's? Tell me you don't care more about a dance than you do about your friends."

"I don't. I'm not a shallow person Angel."

"You're acting like it."

"I don't have to listen to this."

"Then leave."

"Fine. But I'm the best thing that ever happened to you Angel. And when you realize that, I might not be around anymore." She stormed out of the mansion, slamming the door.

Angel walked to the door, leaning his head against it and sighed deeply.

"I doubt it." He muttered to himself. A few moments passed and he smiled to himself. "You can come out now Cordelia." Cordelia's eyes widened in shock. She was caught.

"Yeah, um, just wanted to stop by and you know? Say hi. Make with the chit-chat."

"Why are you here?"

"A little snippy, aren't we?"

"Hell yeah. I confided in you something I hadn't even admitted to myself yet and you walk out on me? I'm pissed. I think I have every reason to be."

"I'm sorry Angel. I freaked."

"You freaked? It was okay for you to tell me you might be in love with me, but I tell you I don't want my girlfriend anymore and you freak?"

"Well, Angel, your ex isn't known for taking bad news well. And I really didn't want to be who she took her rage out on." Her mood changed and she looked at him with an accusing look. "Not that I will be. There's no other girl, remember?"

"I only told her that so she wouldn't go after that person."

"So, there is someone?"

"Definately" Cordelia smiled, walking towards him.

"And this girl? Is she pretty?" Her hand caressed the side of his face.

"She's gorgeous." Her smile grew. "She has these eyes that sparkle when she laughs or smiles. Her hair feels like velvet, her skin like silk." Angel pressed his forehead down to her's. "And she's got a body to die for."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah. Legs for years." He smirked. "No, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go meet her now." He said, moving away, his hand still in hers.

"Angel, if you leave-" He faced her with a smug look on his face.

"What are you going to do to me?"

"I could torture you."

"Oooh. What kind of torture did you have in mind?"

"The kind that makes you scream." She said, playing with the collar of his shirt.

"I got a better idea." Angel said, moving his hands to the tip of her skirt. Her heart rate increased and her eyes widened. "You trust me?"

"Yeah."

"Take a seat." She sat on the couch and Angel spread her legs.

"Angel? What are you doing?"

"What do you think I'm doing?" He asked, pulling her cheerleading skirt off and tossing it to the sides.

"Angel, I..." she took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. "I've never had sex before."

"There's more than one kind of sex Cordelia."

"I've never...with a guy's...you know, in me." He smiled at her.

"Look what I've reduced the queen of no tact to."

"Hey!"

"You ever have an orgasm Cordelia?" She blinked, not sure she heard him right.

"Huh?" And there was that sexy, almost evil smirk again. His fingers twisted in the sides of her panties as he spoke in a husky tone.

"Have you had an orgasm before?" He asked, tugging at the material until it was gone. Her eyes grew more as she realized she was completely exposed to him.

"I don't think so." He raised a brow. "Last year my boyfriend, before Xander, went, you know, down on me. It felt good but, I don't know if it was an orgasm or not."

"If you had one, you'd know it."

"Then I guess I didn't."

"Do you want one?" She gulped.

"Angel, I don't know about this." He placed a soft kiss above her knee cap.

"Relax. And don't think. Just enjoy." Cordelia felt him spread her legs and she watched him stare up at her with a lusty look that set fire to her body. Angel inhaled deeply. He kissed her inner thighs and nibbled lightly on the skin. She gave a small sigh and Angel smiled to himself.

He held back his urge to move too quickly as his tongue met the juncture of her thighs. He wanted her to enjoy this. He ran his tongue slowly and gently as her enjoyment grew from barely audible gasps to louder moans. Her legs became more relaxed and she draped them over his shoulders and back, pulling him closer.

He could feel her hips gyrate and the couch cushions shift as she began to writhe around, reacting to the increasing pleasure building within her.

"Angel, I, I can't breathe." He smiled again, moving his left hand to find hers. He interlocked his fingers with hers in a comforting gesture as his tongue continued to circle around her nub. She began to pant, sucking in deep breaths as her body tensed. "Oh God...Angel...I, ahhh..." she let out a loud moan. Angel sucked gently. She doubled over and in one prolonged cry of pleasure, she was gone. Her eyes shed a few soft tears as heat exploded behind them.

"You okay?" He asked her as he kissed her neck softly.

"I think so. What was that?" She asked him. Angel smiled. Her hair stuck to her face from sweat, her cheeks red. She was gorgeous.

"If you have to ask, I didn't do it right."

"Oh, you did it right. That was, wow."

"Feel good?"

"Duh."

"You feel anything like that last time?"

"Not even close." She yawned. "I wasn't tired before."

"All that energy wasted yelling at me."

"Pffft. Right." She mumbled and her eyes fluttered shut. A few moments passed.

"Cordelia?" She didn't answer. "Cordy?" Angel smiled and picked her up, carrying her upstairs. He layed her down and tucked her in. Then he removed his shoes and shirt.

"Angel?"

"Hmmm?"

"Lay down with me."

"I'm working on it Cordy."

"That's the first time you've called me that." He layed down with her. She curled her body up to his and muttered an, "I love you," before falling back asleep. Angel stared at her and smiled, slowly falling asleep with a feeling in his chest he couldn't quite define.