Two quick c/a ficlets
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samsomTitle: Merry Christmas, Angel
Just a fun little drabble for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
damnskippytoo, inspired by a Christmas icon of hers I forgot to upload. *slaps forehead*
Originally posted at ST.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
~~
Angel was drawn down the stairs to the lobby by the the soft crooning from the radio.
He saw his red-clad Seer standing at the counter, wrapping presents.
He paused a moment to take in all the right ways she wore the wraparound dress, from the gentle swelling slopes of her breasts to the curve of her perfect ass. Her calves flexed with every shift of her body weight and he watched the play of muscle, mesmerized by the graceful way she moved.
Moving to sit on one of the circular sofas, he leaned back and slumped down, spreading his thighs slightly apart, folding his arms over his chest. Staring through drooping eyelids, he watched the concert of her beauty and wished for paper and charcoal.
Then she turned and smiled at him.
"Angel."
His name was a throaty purr, one that made him shift into a more comfortable position as his trousers became confining.
"Cordelia," he breathed just as softly, watching her walk toward him. Her hand went to the pretty string tied at her waist.
"Are you ready to open your present?"
She pulled and the dress fell open as she stood between his open legs, enveloping him in the perfume of her body, soft curves and smooth skin expanding to fill his vision. He wrapped his arms tight around her waist, pressing light, damp kisses along the center line of her torso.
He leaned up to take her mouth, understanding all at once the confusing, encompassing tumult of his emotions the last few months, ever since Vocah nearly killed her.
Her soft breath on his lips -
"Angel!"
Angel jumped and blinked.
Cordelia was standing at the counter again, arms crossed, looking at him with an exasperated frown.
"Wha-? He swallowed past the dryness in his throat, praying she wouldn't look down at his lap. "What?"
"Are you going to help me wrap Wes and Gunn's present or just sit there daydreaming all night? Or is that nightdreaming? Or-well, never mind. Just get more tape, okay?"
She smiled, bright face full of coaxing charm, and he blinked again and smiled back.
Oh God.
He was a goner.
~~
Title: Staving
Summary: A dark, lonely street, and overprotective vamp, and Cordelia.
Rating: I think it's safe enough for everyone
Notes: An impromptu challenge between me andgabs186 at her journal last weekend. It was fun, and I'm sort of proud of this result, since it was so on the spot.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
~~
Cordy groaned.
She thought maybe her tailbone would be bruised by morning, and groaned again at the thought of Dennis trying to work out the knot in the middle of her back.
When she asked Angel to teach her to defend herself, she thought she was ready for whatever he threw at her.
She wasn’t.
In more ways than one.
Remembering the way he pressed her into the mat, she groaned again. His body was hard, long and leanly muscled, and it took everything in her not to press back, push up the way she wanted.
It was all she could do to push him off her and declare the sparring session over.
He said okay, but his breathing had been as hard as hers, eyes burning as he nodded.
She told the others good night and walked out the door, deciding that walking four blocks to the next bus station was a good idea.
The sweat cooled and her aches fell away as she put one foot in front of the other.
Then she was grabbed, lifted off her feet and dragged into a dark alley.
She rolled her eyes, and curled her fore- and middle fingers into a hook. She reached behind her and jabbed into the perp’s throat, feeling satisfaction when he cried out and dropped her.
She swung around and put her fists up, bouncing on the balls of her feet.
“Ready for some fun, buddy?” She asked.
Then a dark figure rushed past her, pushing her behind, and stalked up to her mugger.
“Hey! Angel, no-“
Angel swung his fist and she heard the guy’s jaw snap audibly. The vampire stepped forward, picked the crumpled figure up and threw him into some trash cans, upsetting a couple. She watched them totter and fall over, covering the mugger with garbage.
Angel swung around and rushed back over to her.
“Cordelia, did he-?”
She curled her fist and punched him in the jaw, an upper cut that barely moved his head but had her fist exploding in pain.
“Cordelia!”
“What is your damage, Angel?! I had him!”
Angel looked at her like he’d never heard such nonsense.
“You had him? Cordelia, he could have been a vampire, he could have been high on PCP-“
She snorted, hands on her hips.
“PCP? What is this, 1985?” She scoffed, throwing her hands up.
“He could have hurt you, or worse.”
“Angel, he’s human! I could have taken him without breaking a sweat.” She turned and stalked away from him. “This is so typical. You think I’m weak, like all I’m good for is staving or baiting or something equally useless.”
She swung back around to find him directly behind her.
“I’m not a DID, and I refuse to be treated like one! I’m Cordelia Chase, I’m –“
He grabbed her waist with his left arm and her shoulder with his right, and jerked her up against him, cutting off her words with his mouth.
“Mmff.”
She pushed at his shoulders but he didn’t budge, instead he bent his knees and brought the force of his body up through his mouth, parting her lips and slipping his tongue inside. The hand on her shoulder moved up and cupped the back of her head, pulling her into the kiss.
Fire licked at her, chasing away shock and anger, and she melted in the heat of his mouth, kissing back with all the passion and love she had for him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and letting him lift her up.
He broke the kiss, staring down at her with eyes the color of burning pitch. He licked his mouth and blinked slowly, visibly controlling himself.
She stared up at him, dazed, wanting another hit like a junkie deprived of her drug.
“You’re right. You’re not just another DID, you’re Cordelia Chase, and I love you. So why wouldn’t I fight harder for you?”
She struggled to respond, her ears ringing with his sudden confession, mouth opening to emit a squeak.
“I know, but we’ll talk later. Right now, just kiss me.”
She thought about it, but really, there wasn't a choice. Not even a semblence of a choice.
"Okay."
She brought her hand up to cup the back of his head, bringing his mouth back down to hers, holding him closer, feeling her heart soar.
~~
Just a fun little drabble for
damnskippytoo, inspired by a Christmas icon of hers I forgot to upload. *slaps forehead*Originally posted at ST.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
~~
Angel was drawn down the stairs to the lobby by the the soft crooning from the radio.
He saw his red-clad Seer standing at the counter, wrapping presents.
He paused a moment to take in all the right ways she wore the wraparound dress, from the gentle swelling slopes of her breasts to the curve of her perfect ass. Her calves flexed with every shift of her body weight and he watched the play of muscle, mesmerized by the graceful way she moved.
Moving to sit on one of the circular sofas, he leaned back and slumped down, spreading his thighs slightly apart, folding his arms over his chest. Staring through drooping eyelids, he watched the concert of her beauty and wished for paper and charcoal.
Then she turned and smiled at him.
"Angel."
His name was a throaty purr, one that made him shift into a more comfortable position as his trousers became confining.
"Cordelia," he breathed just as softly, watching her walk toward him. Her hand went to the pretty string tied at her waist.
"Are you ready to open your present?"
She pulled and the dress fell open as she stood between his open legs, enveloping him in the perfume of her body, soft curves and smooth skin expanding to fill his vision. He wrapped his arms tight around her waist, pressing light, damp kisses along the center line of her torso.
He leaned up to take her mouth, understanding all at once the confusing, encompassing tumult of his emotions the last few months, ever since Vocah nearly killed her.
Her soft breath on his lips -
"Angel!"
Angel jumped and blinked.
Cordelia was standing at the counter again, arms crossed, looking at him with an exasperated frown.
"Wha-? He swallowed past the dryness in his throat, praying she wouldn't look down at his lap. "What?"
"Are you going to help me wrap Wes and Gunn's present or just sit there daydreaming all night? Or is that nightdreaming? Or-well, never mind. Just get more tape, okay?"
She smiled, bright face full of coaxing charm, and he blinked again and smiled back.
Oh God.
He was a goner.
~~
Title: Staving
Summary: A dark, lonely street, and overprotective vamp, and Cordelia.
Rating: I think it's safe enough for everyone
Notes: An impromptu challenge between me and
gabs186 at her journal last weekend. It was fun, and I'm sort of proud of this result, since it was so on the spot.Disclaimer: Not mine.
~~
Cordy groaned.
She thought maybe her tailbone would be bruised by morning, and groaned again at the thought of Dennis trying to work out the knot in the middle of her back.
When she asked Angel to teach her to defend herself, she thought she was ready for whatever he threw at her.
She wasn’t.
In more ways than one.
Remembering the way he pressed her into the mat, she groaned again. His body was hard, long and leanly muscled, and it took everything in her not to press back, push up the way she wanted.
It was all she could do to push him off her and declare the sparring session over.
He said okay, but his breathing had been as hard as hers, eyes burning as he nodded.
She told the others good night and walked out the door, deciding that walking four blocks to the next bus station was a good idea.
The sweat cooled and her aches fell away as she put one foot in front of the other.
Then she was grabbed, lifted off her feet and dragged into a dark alley.
She rolled her eyes, and curled her fore- and middle fingers into a hook. She reached behind her and jabbed into the perp’s throat, feeling satisfaction when he cried out and dropped her.
She swung around and put her fists up, bouncing on the balls of her feet.
“Ready for some fun, buddy?” She asked.
Then a dark figure rushed past her, pushing her behind, and stalked up to her mugger.
“Hey! Angel, no-“
Angel swung his fist and she heard the guy’s jaw snap audibly. The vampire stepped forward, picked the crumpled figure up and threw him into some trash cans, upsetting a couple. She watched them totter and fall over, covering the mugger with garbage.
Angel swung around and rushed back over to her.
“Cordelia, did he-?”
She curled her fist and punched him in the jaw, an upper cut that barely moved his head but had her fist exploding in pain.
“Cordelia!”
“What is your damage, Angel?! I had him!”
Angel looked at her like he’d never heard such nonsense.
“You had him? Cordelia, he could have been a vampire, he could have been high on PCP-“
She snorted, hands on her hips.
“PCP? What is this, 1985?” She scoffed, throwing her hands up.
“He could have hurt you, or worse.”
“Angel, he’s human! I could have taken him without breaking a sweat.” She turned and stalked away from him. “This is so typical. You think I’m weak, like all I’m good for is staving or baiting or something equally useless.”
She swung back around to find him directly behind her.
“I’m not a DID, and I refuse to be treated like one! I’m Cordelia Chase, I’m –“
He grabbed her waist with his left arm and her shoulder with his right, and jerked her up against him, cutting off her words with his mouth.
“Mmff.”
She pushed at his shoulders but he didn’t budge, instead he bent his knees and brought the force of his body up through his mouth, parting her lips and slipping his tongue inside. The hand on her shoulder moved up and cupped the back of her head, pulling her into the kiss.
Fire licked at her, chasing away shock and anger, and she melted in the heat of his mouth, kissing back with all the passion and love she had for him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and letting him lift her up.
He broke the kiss, staring down at her with eyes the color of burning pitch. He licked his mouth and blinked slowly, visibly controlling himself.
She stared up at him, dazed, wanting another hit like a junkie deprived of her drug.
“You’re right. You’re not just another DID, you’re Cordelia Chase, and I love you. So why wouldn’t I fight harder for you?”
She struggled to respond, her ears ringing with his sudden confession, mouth opening to emit a squeak.
“I know, but we’ll talk later. Right now, just kiss me.”
She thought about it, but really, there wasn't a choice. Not even a semblence of a choice.
"Okay."
She brought her hand up to cup the back of his head, bringing his mouth back down to hers, holding him closer, feeling her heart soar.
~~
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Date: 2007-02-05 04:29 pm (UTC)I love the second one too. You stay so true to the characters, as always. Also: Cordelia, he could have been a vampire, he could have been high on PCP- Hee!
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Date: 2007-02-06 02:54 am (UTC)And you know, usually I don't really think about Christmas themed fic, but just look at the icon Debs did, and tell me that isn't a story screaming to get out?
Thanks for liking them:D
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Date: 2007-02-05 06:42 pm (UTC)You always write such amazing work, so vivid with the language and the tone. It just pulls you into the scene and lets you see it right in your mind's eye.
I loved both of them, so much. It will distract me from my cries of SMUUUUUUUUUUUUT! :)
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Date: 2007-02-06 02:56 am (UTC)The smut got sidetracked, for now. Write now I'm in the right frame of mind to finally, finally finish the next chap of Pandora, so I gotta strike while the fire's hot.
And yes, future millionairess - that sounds just fine with me:D
And thanks. You always give such good fb. I cringe when I think I might write something that doesn't work for you, but I trust you to be honest.
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Date: 2007-02-05 11:29 pm (UTC)And WHAT icon is this??? I must see it NOW!
<-------This one! This one!
Date: 2007-02-06 02:59 am (UTC)And I love to cause heart palpatations in other C/Aers. Hee.
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Date: 2007-02-06 02:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-06 03:02 am (UTC)Sigh.
Thanks for liking it. I think the first one may edge out the second one with me, too.
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Date: 2007-02-08 04:29 pm (UTC)