Title: I Love You
Author: *Angel Lover*
Posted: 03-25-2004
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Category: AU
Content: C/A
Summary: Angel and Cordelia are the best of friends since high school. And their friendship takes a turn when a new lover of Cordelia enters their lives. Angel has a secret that he’d keep from Cordelia for over a decade, and she’s about to find out.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: The characters in the Angelverse were created by Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit is made.
Distribution: Any one that wants it – just let me know
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Thanks/Dedication:The night was still young and club hopping was just one of Cordelia Chase and Angel O’Brien’s many favourite hobbies. They’ve always done things together ever since high school. They met when Cordelia, whom then was 15, moved to Los Angeles with her dad, because of work related. She wasn’t stranger to popularity, but at one of LA’s preparatory schools, she was an outsider. No friends, no acquaintances, no boyfriend, just lots and lots of unknown preppy people.
Then arrived one afternoon, Cordelia was walking into the cafeteria with a drink in hand and she bumped into a quite tall boy and splattered the drink all over which had stained her favourite a white sweater, which accent her body wonderfully.
“Ah! Watch where you’re going!” She yelled angrily, extended her arms out, avoid touching her wet sweater.
“Oh, I—oh, I’m so sorry.” The boy said, looking desperately apologetic. “Here,” he grabbed some napkins from the people who sat on the table next to him. “I’m sorry, if it makes you feel any better, I’ll pay for it.”
“Forget it.” She grunted, annoyingly. “No money can replace this sweater. My boyfriend got it for me before I left.”
“Oh, I didn’t know.” He uttered, “You’re the new girl right?”
“Who wants to know?” She asked sardonically, trying to dab the napkin onto the sweater.
“Just asking.”
“Yeah.”
“What school did you come from?”
“Carter High.”
“Never heard of it.”
“It’s in New York.”
“So you’re from New York?”
“What did I say?”
“It must be cool to live in New York.”
“Better than you snobs down here.”
“Hey, not all of us are.”
“Did I direct it at you?”
“Hey, I was just trying to be nice. I don’t need your attitude.” He declared. “That’s what’s wrong with you New Yorkers; you think you’re so tough.”
“Whatever. That’s total bs.” She dismissed his comment, and continued to rub on her sweater.
“You’re never going to get that out you know?”
“Yeah, thanks to you.”
“I apologized.”
“Next time try to look where you’re going.” She retorted, throwing the napkins into the trash and brushed past him and headed for the ladies room.
“At least tell me your name!” He called after her, but she just waved her hand and ignored him completely.
From that day forward it was a start of an unusual but wonder friendship, they’d became inseparable. Everywhere they go, they always managed to bump into each other. It was like fate was pulling them together, but one of them kept pulling away every time they’re close.
Days, months, years, has past and Angel couldn’t still believe they’re still friends, especially with Cordelia hot temper. However he didn’t mind it. He thought it was cute. He even enjoyed it, every time Cordelia gets angry, her cheeks flushed a little and she looked adorable.
He’d never forget their first encounter, he liked her from that moment and had made every attempt to see her and talk to her. But, he always got shut down. Nevertheless, he’d never give up. He’d learned why she’d acted the way she acted.
Months before her father and her left New York her mother was in a car accident, the driver was drunk and the car had jumped the curb and hit her car and she died instantly. It was a hard and devastating time for both her father and her. Her mother was her best friend; she could talk to her about anything and everything. There was not a single thing about Cordelia that her mother doesn’t know about.
“I’m sorry,” Angel sadly apologized. “I know how you feel. I lost my father a year ago to my crazy mother, who’s now safely locked up in a lunatic asylum by the way.”
“What happened?” She quietly asked.
“My mom was always a jealous person, and one day my dad came home late because he had dinner with a colleague, who was this young woman, he told her about the dinner, and she went insane and claimed that he was cheating on her and the next day I came home from school, there were polices on my lawn, and news casts. It was a disaster. They told me my father was shot in the head twice and a neighbour heard all of the commotions and the gun shots and called the police.”
They both had found comfort in each other from then on. They’d share all the good and bad moments together. They went to the same college, and after graduating they became roommates and nothing more.
“This is a great club.” Said a wavy haired brunette dressed in a tight pair of black pants with a red tube-top to match. “How’d you find it?”
“From a friend.” A masculine voice answered, who looked to be in his early twenties.
“You don’t mind Angel coming along do you?” She turned to her male companion.
“No, not at all.” He replied.
“Great. He won’t be in our way.” She said, and gave him a peck on the lips, just before a tall figure approached them.
“This is nice.” It spoke.
“Isn’t it?” She turned toward the tall figure. “Angel, why don’t you go and check out some girls.”
“My view from here is perfect.” Angel replied, leaning against the wall, with his arms folded, reluctant to move. Part of the reason was he didn’t want Cordelia and her friend to be alone. He didn’t like her friend from the moment he met him and he wasn’t about to now.
“Angel!” Cordelia elbowed him and gave him a look, indicating she wanted to be alone with her friend, Connor.
He didn’t like him partly because he was six years younger than she was, and he has a secret crush on her, ever since their first encounter. He was going to asked her out after they became closer, but every time he tried to he get choked up because he was afraid that it might ruin what they have, a friendship. His number one rule was to never date a friend.
“C’mon, let’s dance.” Cordelia excitedly commented, before pulling the hand of her new friend onto the dance floor, while Angel stood there in full jealousy.
A month went by quickly and things between Connor and Cordelia were starting to heat up and getting serious, and Angel was not a happy camper when Cordelia told him that. Of course he didn’t show his feeling but in his head, was pissed off at Cordelia. He knew she wanted a serious long-term relationship, but he couldn’t understand why with him, Connor. He and she shared nothing in common, except for the love of club hopping…however, Angel and Cordelia also shared that, and many more. He really had to admit, Connor wasn’t the first boyfriend of Cordelia that he had been jealous of before. Ever since Cordelia and he become close every single one of boyfriend Cordelia ever had, he always wanted to chase them away, or think they’re not good for her, or just wanted to smack them upside their head. He recalled; it was Cordelia first serious relationship since she moved, and he had scared him away.
“Angel! How could you do that?” Cordelia shrieked, her face was fumed with madness. “I can’t believe you, Angel.”
“Cordelia! I thought he was cheating on you.” Angel said.
“You thought, Angel, you thought!” Cordelia stretched the point. “That’s not a good enough excuse to chase away my boyfriend.”
“I’m sorry.” He apologized, half-heartedly. “I didn’t mean to. I just saw some guy that looked like him and assumed it was him. I didn’t mean it.”
“What the hell did you say to him?” Cordelia asked astounded by what he’d done.
“I said: if he doesn’t break up with you than I’ll smash his head and use his brain and feed it to zoo tigers.” Angel slowly answered.
“Oh my gosh,” Cordelia punched him hard in the arm. “I can’t believe you.” And she walked away huffing and puffing with madness.
She had stayed mad at him for over a week, and he couldn’t stand seeing her mad at him like that. He felt guilty for what he did, but it just had to be done, well...at least in his point of view.
“Hi!” Angel slickly saluted Cordelia, coming up behind her.
“What?” She snapped, swirling around and shut her locker.
“Did I mention that I was sorry?” Angel pouted, and surprised her with a box of chocolate that he hid behind his back. “Really sorry.”
She enticingly stared at the chocolate box before answering.
“No.” She answered in resistance to her temptation, before the bell rang.
“You’ve got be kidding me.” Angel exclaimed. “You’re resisting chocolate?”
“Angel, I really need to get to class.” Cordelia tried to move pass Angel, but he blocked her way. “Angel, get out of my way, you’re blocking the hallway.”
“I don’t care.” Angel replied, bluntly. “Accept my apology, and my chocolate, then I’ll move.”
“Angel!”
“Cordelia!”
“Fine!” She snatched the chocolate then want off with an amusing smile on her lips.
Till this day, Angel still seemed to still hasn’t grown out of that stage yet.
On a late Friday night, Cordelia was getting ready for her date. She was standing in from of the mirror posting different postures and smiles. Sighed heavily, she stomped her foot and turned to Angel.
“What are you so nervous about?” Angel asked, annoyed. “It’s just a date.”
“I just have this feeling that tonight’s the night.” Cordelia answered excitedly with a hint of anxiety, while putting on her earrings and dabbed perfume behind her ears.
“For what?” He questioned blandly, popping a peanut in his mouth.
“As if you don’t know.”
“I don’t, tell me.”
“Angel, stop playing stupid with me.” She said, irritated by Angel dumbness.
“I’m not.”
“Do you have a problem with Connor and me?”
“No, no.” Angel shook his head, with a sarcastic look on his face. “No, why would you think that?”
“Because I know you, Angel.” She simply answered. “You have problem with me dating him because he’s younger than me.”
“Nope, see that’s were you’re wrong.” Angel defended himself, “I could careless about your relationship and Connor for that matter.”
“Yeah, sure, whatever.” Just as she said that there was a knock on the door.
“Okay, that’s Connor.” Cordelia grabbed her purse and pasmina, and turned the door knob. “Bye, don’t wait up.”
Sighed in aggravation, an idea hit Angel’s mind, and a sly smile formed on his lips. He got up from the couch and marched to Cordelia’s room and went through the nightstand and got her address book and then started making phone calls.
At Connor’s place, Cordelia and Connor were getting intimate and suddenly the phone rang.
“Sorry, gotta get that.” He said, pulling away.
“Again?” She asked irritated by the phone calls.
“It might be important.” He answered and went to answer his phone while Cordelia fell back down onto the big mattress and let out a sigh.
“This is not good.” She told herself, four phone calls in the past ten minutes. “This just isn’t meant to happen.” She then realized she’d gone about this the wrong way. She wanted a real relationship not a fling. She wanted to have someone who’s there for her and who she can rely on, and Connor was just too young for her. He’d just barely stepped out into the real world and he has a whole life ahead of him.
A moment later, Connor returned back to Cordelia who was putting on her clothes.
“What are you doing?” He asked, dumbfounded.
“Getting dressed.” She answered.
“But, we haven’t done anything yet.”
“Exactly.” She said, “I think it’s best if we don’t.” She explained. “I don’t think we should see each other anymore.”
“Why?” He asked in confusion. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. It’s just I don’t think it’s not fair for me to hold you back from enjoying your life, you’re still young. I’m on the other hand; I’m ready to settle down.” She said. “Bye Connor.” She gave him a kiss and let herself out.
30 minutes later, Cordelia arrived home, looking miserably. She quietly locked the door, threw her purse on the couch and pasmina on the couch, and walked into her room and reclined on the bed, before Angel walked in.
“Heard you came in.” He said, sitting down on the edge of her bed.
She gave him a puppy dog look and sat up. He came closer to her, and asked her: “What’s wrong, it didn’t go well?”
She looked at him and replied: “No,”
“Do you know what you need?” He asked her.
“What?” She replied with lack of enthusiasm, picking on the seam of the cover.
“A real man.” He looked at her intensely in the eyes.
“Where do you suppose I’ll find that?” She asked sarcastically.
“I know one.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Who?”
“Me.”
Surprised by his last word she made sure if she heard it right. “You. You. You?”
Said nothing, he leaned in and kissed her softly and cupped her cheeks.
Pushed him away with cautions, she looked at him and puzzled. “What are you doing?”
“Showing you what a real man’s like.”
“You,” She pointed at him, “a real man?”
“Is that so hard to believe?” He asked offensively.
“You’re no real man. You’re a pig.” She laughed and pushed him off.
“What are you talking about?” He got defensive. “I have you know I’m a lady man. Meaning, I have eye for only one special gal.”
“Willow, Anya, Lilah…” She started counting.
“Okay, okay.” He grabbed her hand. “But, I don’t care for any of them. I care about you, Cordelia.” He looked her deeply in the eyes, and leaned to give a more powerful kiss.
She pushed him away again, and said: “I’m flatter, I really am. But, I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”
He then responded: “It won’t.” And started kissing her again, however she pulled away, again.
“Angel, no.”
Nodded his head in understanding, he got up with a slight expression of humiliation and walked out the door.
Remaining in her bedroom, Cordelia pulled the covered up to her chest and bit her lips. Took in a deep breathe, she then exhaled heavily, and pouted her lips. She had to admit she did like it…the kiss, but--but something in her just made her pushed him away for some apparent reason.
She had dreamt of what it was like to kiss him ever since she could remember, but starting a relationship and take things to the next level never really crossed her mind. She did have a crush on him, but she thought it was only because she lived with him for too long, and he was the only one that understood her well. Nevertheless, she never had any idea of Angel’s interest in her, except for his constant habit of chasing after her boyfriends; however she thought he was only being protective of her—too protective.
Over in Angel’s room, he closed the door behind him, pulled his shirt over his head with exposed his six pack, nicely shaped along his abdomen. He angrily threw the shirt on the carpeted floor and removed his pants, which only left his with his boxer.
Flipped the cover up, he climbed into bed while cursing to himself. He has made such a fool out of himself.
“I should’ve known.” He bitterly spat. He thought she was going to return his love, but instead she threw it back to in his face.
Why did he have to go and do that? Why did he have to go and make a fool out of himself? “She doesn’t want you!” He told himself. “She doesn’t love you.”
Mumbled stuff to himself, he drifted away clinging to the blanket to his chest. And soon morning has arrived sooner than expected.
Waddled out into the kitchen Cordelia, in her robe, saw Angel standing there making pancakes with only a pair of boxer and a tee. She admired the view for a second and walked on. It wasn’t the first time she’d ever seen him like that, but somehow, today she thought it was adorable. He looked hotter for some reason. Maybe it was the kiss that made her think like that. Maybe it was his feeling for her that made her think like that. It doesn’t matter.
“Hey.” She greeted, awkwardly walking to the refrigerator to get an orange juice bottle.
“Hey.” He greeted back without making eye contact.
Stayed in silence for a moment, they started making small uncomfortable conversations before Angel told her he had to go and she didn’t bother to reply and just ate her breakfast.
Things were cooling down between them but still, Cordelia couldn’t look at Angel straight in the eye when they talked. There was still that awkward moments every now and then. Sometimes they can read each other’s thoughts and knew what was going on in each other’s head that only made things worse. And it freaked her out that Angel has feeling for her, and she can’t say or do anything.
She knew she has hurt him, but it’s not like her to apology, but if she were to apology what would she say? “Angel, I’m sorry but I don’t love you?” She were not about to apology for making him feel bad because she didn’t feel anything for him, or think that she didn’t feel anything for him.
Angel has started dating again, and things were getting stranger between the two. Cordelia has been more distance and avoidance. She wouldn’t say anything or have any opinion on Angel’s dates when he asked her about them. He was just trying to get things back to normal and making them feel comfortable again around each other.
“Cordelia, what’s wrong?” Angel asked, one night, while they were watching TV.
She looked at him with gloomy eyes, and answered: “Nothing. Why? What makes you think something’s wrong?”
“Because, I know you.” Angel responded, knowingly. “Something’s up, come on spill.”
He knew something was wrong with her ever since he started dating again. Something different. She wasn’t the person she used to be anymore. More moody than usually. “PMS.” He would think. “No, couldn’t be it.” Even if it was the time of the month, Cordelia doesn’t show it.
“Cordelia,” Angel took her hand, “Is the something I should know?”
“No, Angel. There’s nothing. G’night, Angel.” Cordelia said, and then quickly gave him a kiss on the cheek, ignoring the temptation to kiss him, and head for bed.
Again, she left him confused and frustrated. He could have sworn he felt something from her, but she just pulled away. He could feel the aura around her, the vibe that was beating through her veins, but she just wouldn’t let it free.
In her bedroom, Cordelia rolled out onto the bed and hugged a pillow closely to her, thinking.
Angel has been on her mind all night long, and nothing else. He has been the subject of her mind ever since he expressed his feeling. She smiled to herself at the memory of Angel and her lying on the beach when they were on spring break in their freshmen year of college. They had gone to Miami, Florida, Cordelia was tanning and Angel was lying next to her.
And there was a group of hot guys standing just two dozens feet away from her chatting up about something. Cordelia looked interestedly over her shoulder drooling over one of the guy. He was blond, about 6 feet, well-build, greenish-gray eyes, and with a nice tan. Just the perfect guy for her.
“Check him out.” Cordelia sheepishly whispered to Angel, whom was busying memorizing her. “Angel, go away.”
Taken aback by this, Angel hurtfully questioned: “What?”
“He’s coming.” Cordelia whispered, “He’s going to think I’m with you. Go!”
“Fine.” Angel replied sharply, then got up, and an idea struck him. He decided to pull the string of her bikini top as she got up, and took off.
Gasped in surprised, she shrieked: “Angel!” Which gave the blonde the impression as if Angel was her boyfriend. He then pretended that he wasn’t headed her way and go for the girl that was lying just a few feet from her.
She’ll never forget that moment, that was just one of the most stupid things Angel had ever done, and it was the most memorable things he had ever done.
Clinging the pillowing tighter and the cover closer, she smiled to herself at the memory.
Now the table has turned. Angel was now out dating, and Cordelia sitting back home alone on a Saturday night. She was now jealous of Angel’s date. Wishing it was her. “What does this mean?” She asked herself. “Am I falling for him? Or have I always have been, but just too distracted to notice.” She has tried to date others but, they just don’t seem to meet up to her expectation. Even if she tried to ignore all of her expectations and give the guy a chance, something else popped up, like the she kept imagining Angel’s face on all of her dates. It was like she was becoming delusional. Probably that was why all of her dates never asked her out for a second date. She was in la la land.
There was this one date she has really been excited about. It was an amazing date, until she called out the wrong name at the wrong time.
Cordelia and her date were in her room, and they were making out, when suddenly she moaned out, “Angel.”
“Crap!” She thought to herself.
“What did you say?” Her dated asked in astonishment.
“I’m so sorry.” She apologized. “I didn’t mean to.”
He just gave her a weird look and walked out of the apartment.
“Well, there goes another one.” She thought, falling back onto her bed.
Angel date wasn’t going so well either, all of them. All on his mind was Cordelia. Imagining her smiling at him, in the way she had smiled at her past boyfriends. Not friendly, but with feeling. And how wonderful it would be just to hold her in his arms.
“Angel” His date called. “Are you listening?”
“Huh?” He turned back to reality. “Oh, that’s wonderful Kate.”
“Really?” She asked, in a mocking tone. “What did I just say?”
“How you—how you just love the brownness of the horses.” Angel stupidly answered.
“Good bye, Angel.” She quickly got up and left.
Without protesting, he just waved his hand and threw the breadstick that he had on his hand onto the table, and called the waiter. “Check please.”
Back in the apartment, Cordelia was watching an old video tape of him and her in a play, Romeo and Juliet. She was picked as Juliet and he was her Romeo. What funny about this play was the school was so strict; they didn’t even let them kissed. So instead of kissing her on the lips, he kissed her on her cheek. She smiled through out the whole thing; they had messed up some of the lines, and made up their own. She laughed hard at it she didn’t even hear Angel came in.
“What’s so funny?” He asked, standing at the door.
Turned her head around, she smiled at him replied: “Just watching the tape of Romeo and Juliet.”
“What’s so funny about that?” Angel asked, hanging his coat on the coat rack.
“Do you remember when we did the balcony scene, and you couldn’t remember the line and you just made up your own because you never could remember the speech?”
“Yeah.” Angel chuckled. “I got detention for a whole month for embarrassing the school. It’s their fault for thinking I have potential.” He then took a seat next to Cordelia. “Didn’t I write part of the speech on the back of my hand?”
“Yep. And still you messed up.” Cordelia laughed harder, watching the part where she was standing on the balcony resting her cheek on her palm and looking up heavenly-ward.
“I wish I was the glove to touch thy cheek.” The television blurred out.
“What the hell Angel?” Cordelia continuously laughed.
“I couldn’t remember the stupid line.” Angel said in defense, but still laughing along.
“What about you?” Angel turned the table. “O Romeo, Romeo, where are you now Romeo.” He imitated her.
“Shut up.” Cordelia elbowed him in the stomach.
“That’s a famous line. How can anyone mess up on it?”
“You think it’s easy to stuff millions of old English lines into your head and remember it?”
“It wasn’t millions.”
“Whatever.” Cordelia said blushing. “I got a week of detention for the stupid line.”
“O Romeo, Romeo, where are you now Romeo.” Angel looked up toward the ceiling and mocked her again.
She pushed Angel and then stomped to her room, and locked the door, leaving Angel outside laughing helplessly. “C’mon I was just kidding.” He yelled toward her room and continued to watch the rest of the tape.
The rest of the night was peaceful, and they were back to normal and things were more relaxing. Some things were still in the air, but nonetheless as long as neither of them brings up the subject things couldn’t be any better.
“Good morning.” Angel greeted with a mouthful of cereal, as a half-asleep Cordelia dragged herself out to the kitchen.
“Is that my Post Strawberry cereal?” Cordelia asked staring down at Angel’s bowl.
“Um um.” He shook his head.
“Give me that.” Cordelia snatched the bowl and grabbed his spoon.
“Hey.” He said, licking his lips. “That was uncalled for.”
“Well, then get your own cereal.” She said, taken a seat.
“Hey, you remember Buffy Summers?” Angel asked, wiping his mouth with a napkin.
“You mean the girl that had a crush on you in junior year and asked me to hook you two up?”
“Yeah. I’m going out with her tonight.”
Cordelia expression suddenly changed and gave Angel a weak smile. “Oh.”
“Heard she’s an executive producer at some big company.”
“Wow.”
“What happened to that guy that you wanted to go out with so much?” Angel asked, pretended to be interested. He knew all her dates didn’t go further than the first date, but he wanted to know how she was doing.
“Um, he’s not my type.” Cordelia lied, tabbing her fingers on the table.
“Cordelia no one is your type. You need to loosen up.” Angel advised. “You don’t want to end up an old maid do you?”
Gritted her teeth, she gave Angel a fake smile.
“Just haven’t found Mr. Right.” She answered, while stirring her cereal.
“Who’s Mr. Right?” Angel quizzed.
Pursed her lips together, she shrugged her shoulders and stayed in silence.
The day has gone by quickly and the date when great and Angel has invited Buffy to the apartment. They were laughing and talking about old times.
Cordelia, who was sitting in her room looking down at her fingers and playing with them could hear them giggling outside. Sighed deeply she dropped her head down on the pillow and covered her ears.
She remembered one of her own memory: it was their high school graduation party she and Angel were invited to a party. Haft way through the party Cordelia had gotten so drunk she decided it would get more interesting if she got on the table and started dancing…which she did. What made it worse was that she had worn a really short skirt that had shown all her access, and a top to go along with it. All the guys were rooting for her and so were the girls.
Sitting in the hallway alone, Angel heard all the rooting and hooting in the living room and decided to investigate. To his horror, he found his best friend about to remove her clothes on the table and perverts trying to touch her.
Rushing over to the crowd, Angel pulled Cordelia down from the table and one of the perverts angrily blurted out:
“Hey, what are you doing man? The party just got started.”
Turned around Angel swung his fist into the guy’s jaw which made him flew back and crashed into the crowd.
Everyone gasped, and Angel ignored it and swung Cordelia over his shoulder and tried to pull her shirt down to cover her butt.
“Angel, put me down!” Cordelia protested, kicking her legs trying to break free.
Finally they got to his car and he settled her down on the seat and slammed the door shut. Gotten into the passenger seat he then turned to Cordelia angrily.
“What the hell did you do that for?” Cordelia demanded, fuming.
“What the hell were you doing?” Angel shot back. “Do you have any idea what you were about to do in there?”
“I was just having fun.” Cordelia pouted.
“Apparently a little too much.” Angel said. “I’m taking you home.”
“I can’t go home.” Cordelia stated. “My dad can’t see me like this.”
“Fine, then my place.” Angel scoffed. “I’m surprised you still have enough brain left to think about your dad.”
“Shut up.” She leaned her head against the window and squinted her eyes. “Why does the light have to be so bright?”
Angel didn’t answer, but instead he just stayed silence through the whole ride and looked at her once in awhile. She was asleep by the time they arrived to Angel’s apartment, and he carried her in.
The next morning her head was throbbing in pain and she couldn’t remember anything after Angel had put her in his car. She recalled waking up on Angel’s bed and found him sleeping on the floor all curled up because he didn’t have an extra blanket.
Just before her memory ended, she heard Angel saying: “Bye” to Buffy and the door closed. On a whim, Cordelia decided to get up and head out into the living room. Although her mind didn’t want to, her heart was thinking the opposite. It has dragged her out and she blurted Angel’s name. He turned around and smiled at her.
Smiling back there was a spark in her eyes. Angel could see the feeling that he had wished he would see in her smile.
“You need something?” Angel asked, breaking the silence.
Shaking her head she gazed upon him for a second. Suddenly rush of tingling energy shoot through her veins and unknowingly to him and her she grabbed him and started kissing him.
Caught off guard by her spontaneous action, he kissed her back forcefully and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her to the couch, without breaking the kiss.
For all he knew, this could just be a one time thing. And suddenly the word “just” has troubled his mind. Pulled her away slowly, he looked at her and asked “What are you doing?”
“I don’t know, but I like it.” She replied out of breathe then grabbed his face and kissed him again.
“Are you sure about this?” He mumbled, while still locking lips with her.
“Let’s talk about that in the morning.” She huskily demanded, and continued kissing him.
“No, Cordelia.” Angel immediately pulled away. It has took some self-control for him to move away from her. “I need to know if this is just a one time thing.”
“I don’t know.” Cordelia answered, honestly.
“Then what are you doing?” Angel asked, “Don’t do this if you don’t know what you’re doing.” He continued, “Spare me the time from moping over, Cordelia.”
“What are you talking about?” Cordelia uttered.
“You know what I’m talking about.”
“I—I don’t.” Cordelia answered, moving away from him.
“Stop hiding your feeling, Cordelia!” Angel shouted imperatively. “Can you just embrace it and admit how your feel?” He grabbed her back and forced her back against the sofa.
“Angel. Stop it.” Cordelia cried out. “You’re hurting me.”
“Stop what?” Angel interrogated. “Stop hiding my feeling?” He roared, “Yeah, I did that, and you know what happened? You threw it back in my face!”
“Angel, I--” Cordelia stuttered, looking down.
“You what?” He forced her face up to look at him.
“I do care about you.”
“In what way.” Angel hesitatively asked, almost afraid to hear her answer.
Swallowed hard, she leaned in and softly kissed Angel, and from that, it turned to a powerful yet passionate kiss. Nothing was on neither of their minds except for the fact that they were in each other’s arms.
The next thing Angel knew, they were in his room and Cordelia was sleeping peacefully in his arm.
Prompted himself up to his side, he caressed her shoulder and kissed it. Swept her hair behind her ears, he leaned in closer to her ears and whispered: “I love you.”
Stirred by those words, she fluttered her eyes opened then turned facing him and rubbed her eyes.
“What’d you say?” She quietly asked.
“I said: I love you.” He repeated, pronouncing every word with perfect clarification, and kissed her neck, then her lips.
“I love you, too.” She whispered, smiling at him sweetly.
Smiling back at her, he pulled her in for a warm embrace.
It was what he had hoped for. She has returned his love and nothing can bring him down now. The girl he had secretly loved for over a decade finally gave in to him. He only wished it was sooner, but all in all, things have worked out and she was now his.
End.