Title: Convincing Cordelia
Author: AngelsChilde
Posted: 10-09-2004
Email: Poeticprose19@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17
Category: Humor, smut
Content: C/A
Summary: Based on a Challenge by Rousedower: Cordy considers getting a breast reduction for some reason. She and Angel are together (or getting there if you prefer) and he isn't too happy about that possibility. He won't admit to it though even though Cordy can tell it would bother him. And whether Cordy gets the reduction or not is up to the author. All I ask is for some humor and C/A goodness. And possible smut.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: The characters in the Angelverse were created by Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit is made.
Distribution: Just Fic. Anywhere else, please ask.
Notes: Rouse, sorry it took me so long to get this up! I apologize, because I havent followed your challenge to the "T". I hope it still satisfies. MexicanAlibi, thank ya for being the bestest, most gorgeous-est beta a girl could have. DamnSkippy, Im sorry YOUR challenge is taking so long. Life is getting in the way. I have a three day weekend this weekend, so hopefully, I'll get the first chapter up by Monday. Oh, and I lurve Bert because he turns me on and he's my personal little fic cheerleader. And he looks so great in those little skirts.
Feedback: Pretty please. I'll be the first to admit this is so not my best work... so Im looking to you guys to make me better!
Thanks/Dedication:The walls need to be repainted, Angel thought to himself as he stared into the corner for the second time today. With this, he chuckled. Leave it to him to think of paint at a time like this.
"Okay," came a voice from the other side of the office, "You can turn around now."
Slowly, Angel turned.
Cordelia was very obviously reconsidering her brilliant plan.
She sat on his desk, wearing only her skirt. Legs swinging nervously, her shirt lay in a pile next to the desk, and she crossed her arms protectively over her bare breasts.
Angel gulped.
Holy Jesus. How did I get myself into this?
***Fifteen minutes earlier***
Cordelia Chase stood in front of the mirror, and examined her reflection. Her blood red camisole hugged her body and, if she did say so herself, made her look amazing. The only problem was the chest.
Her breasts threatened to spill out of her low neckline and the silky material of her shirt was stretched thin. And while the male population may appreciate it, Cordelia did not.
"I look like a ho." She sighed. With a quick glance around her, she pulled her bra off and pushed the straps down off of her shoulders, and slender hands reached into the shirt to cup them.
"Hmm..." She turned to the side, not letting her eyes leave the mirror. They were definitely big... but were they too big? Cordy sighed again and pulled them a little higher. They definitely did not sit as high as they could. If they weren't so damn monstrous--
"What... are you doing?"
Cordelia whipped around to face Angel, standing in the doorway of the office. Her mouth hung open in shock as she looked down at her hands, barely covering her breasts, to Angel, smirking like the cat who ate the canary.
"I... didn't see you come in."
"Vampire." He answered, pointing to the mirror.
Cordelia shook away the shock that had settled over her. "Wipe that stupid grin off your face!" She snarled. "And turn around!"
While he turned and faced the nearest corner, Cordelia quickly adjusted herself. Stupid vampire and his stupid stealth. "You can turn around now." She muttered as she slunk into a chair. Angel said nothing as he crossed the room and sat in the chair opposite her. Neither one of them said a word for a long while.
"Seriously Cor, what were you doing?"
"Shut up, Angel." She scowled as she pulled a sweater on, trying to cover her cleavage. He wasn't about to get another free peek. No siree.
"O...kay." Angel turned in his chair and picked one of his books off the book shelf.
Cordelia shifted in her chair, her fingers tugging at her hair nervously. "Can I ask you something?"
Angel looked up from his book to see Cordelia sitting on the other side of the desk, looking thoughtful. Wasn't she demanding he shut up just moments ago?
Cordelia scooted to the edge of her chair and leaned over conspiratorially. "What do you think of Fred?"
"Erm, she's nice. A little quirky."
Cordelia waved her hand flippantly in the air. "No, no," she sighed, "I mean, what do you think about Fred?"
Angel opened his mouth to answer and then let it slide shut again. "I... I'm not sure what you mean, Cordelia."
Cordy motioned her hands in front of her. "I mean... her... you know."
"Cordelia, what is going on?"
"Her breasts!" she blurted out, then blushed furiously. "What do you think of her breasts?"
"I. Uhm. I... I don't know, I never... uh..." Angel closed his book and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"I want breast reduction!" Cordelia spat, before she lost her nerve.
"What?! No!"
Cordy sat up like she'd been slapped. "What do you mean, no? They're my breasts, I'll do what I like with them!" She hissed, "And I think they're too big--stop looking!-- and I want them reduced."
Angel slowly licked his lips in thought. "You don't... I mean, you shouldn't... that'll cost a lot of money." He watched as she crossed her arms over her chest.
"I was thinking I could get an advance."
"An advance?"
"Yeah."
"Cordelia... there's no way. That's way too expensive and besides, you don't need one, your breasts are... they're..." Angel shifted uncomfortably in his chair.
"You just don't like the idea of working with a woman with small breasts! Well I'll have you know, mister, that's sexual harassment, and--"
"That's not it!" Angel said defensively, "I just think that you really don't need it. It's dangerous. And... expensive. And dangerous."
Cordelia sighed and leaned back in her chair. "I'm sick and tired of being nothing but a big pair of walking boobs."
"You're not... walking boobs." Another uncomfortable shift. "I'm sure you're just... if you sat on this for a while, maybe you'd change your mind." Cordy said nothing, but tapped her fingers against her teeth, deep in thought.
"Maybe if I had a second opinion." She considered.
"Yes!" Angel tapped the desk triumphantly. "Yes, indeed. A second opinion. I'm sure any doctor will tell you--"
"Will you do it?"
Angel blinked slowly. "I... what?"
"Yeah!" Cordelia's face lit up. "Since you obviously don't think of me that way, and I so don't think of you that way. It's the best choice. That way there's no, you know, weirdness."
"I really don't think I'm the breast... best judge--"
"You're a guy, guys like breasts. Let's just get this over with." She stood up and pointed to the corner. "Now look away while I undress."
"But I'm going to see--"
"Just go! And shut that door."
Angel trudged towards his corner for the second time that night. Behind him, he could hear Cordelia's clothes rustling as they slipped off her and hit the floor.
The walls need to be repainted.
"Okay, you can turn around now."
***
"Alright, hurry up and make it quick. And don't get any funny ideas, mister!"
Angel sighed and crossed his arms. "This wasn't my idea to begin with." Cordelia stared him down from her perch on the desk. "You know what? Nevermind. I'm not doing this." He started to cross the room to leave, but was intercepted by his chair flying across his path. He whirled around to find Cordelia smiling smugly at him.
"Sit." She commanded.
"I. You. Urgh." Angel groaned as he pulled his chair up to the desk and sat down in it. He had to be the only man on the planet frustrated about having to look at breasts. The things he did for this girl. Not that he didn't want to... but this was just on a whole different level.
A very unhealthy, repressed sexual tension type at that.
The two stared at each other for a while before Angel finally spoke. "Well?" He inquired.
Cordelia took a deep breath as she dropped her arms to her sides.
Angel swallowed hard as he took the sight in.
"Well?" Cordelia asked nervously. "They're disgustingly gigantic, aren't they? I knew it."
"No!" Angel blurted, a little more enthusiastic than he intended. "They're... perfect." He brought his face close to her skin to examine them closely. "No scars, imperfections, tan lines..."
Cordelia shivered as his cool breath hit her skin. "Yeah?"
Angel tore his eyes away to look up at hers. "Yeah." He strangled out. He looked back down to her breasts. "Did you know that you could lose sensitivity in your nipples from the surgery?" He whispered. She shook her head. "Not to mention scarring." He smiled inwardly at the way her nipples hardened with his breath.
What in the hell am I doing? he wondered, These are dangerous waters.
"Have you even researched this procedure?" He asked.
"Well... I was going to." Cordy answered meekly. She held her breath as Angel reached up to touch her.
"They cut right here." He said, and traced a feather light line around her left nipple. She couldn't help the tiny moan that escaped her lips. "Then they slice all the way down..." his fingers followed his instructions as it crept down the front of her breast, and then followed the curve beneath it.
Cordelia arched into his touch as his fingers swept over her skin and grazed her nipple. There was no disguising Cordelia's whimper this time.
"You sure you want to do this?" Angel whispered.
Cordelia's mind reeled. Is he asking what I think he's asking? "I... I don't know."
Angel dropped his hand and leaned back in his seat. "I don't think it's a good idea." He said after a long pause.
Cordy nodded, embarrassed. "Of course. Of course not. What was I thinking?" She crossed her arms back over her chest and started rooting for her bra.
"I mean... you're so young."
That asshole!. Cordy spun around and attacked. "OH, and Buffy wasn't?"
Angel shifted in his seat again. "Buffy... never had surgery, Cor."
"...Oh." I'm such an idiot. "Yeah. Surgery. Of course." She turned her back to him and slipped her bra on, then pulled her shirt over her head. She faced him again as she smoothed her shirt out. "Well. Maybe I won't do it. I'll have to sleep on it." Reaching behind the desk, she pulled her bag up and then shouldered it. "I'm going home now. I've had enough public embarrassment for one night." She headed towards the door.
"Cordy?"
"Hmm?" She faced Angel once more. "What?"
He said nothing, but closed the gap between them. She had no time to protest as he captured her lips with his.
The kiss was firm, but tentative, and made Cordelia melt from the inside out. Rough and sloppily, Angel pushed her against the closed door and shoved his cool hand up her shirt. Dry, calloused fingers tugged at her bra and freed her breasts once more. She mewled into his mouth as his fingers brushed her nipples for the third time that night. His free hand crept up her thigh, pushing her legs farther apart. Cordelia brought her leg up to rest on the nearby chair, allowing Angel better access. He couldn't help noticing how perfectly she fit against him. Hands crept up her silky thigh and under her skirt, flirting with the elastic band of her panties.
"Rip them." came the husky order from Cordy, and he happily obliged. Fingers fumbled, trying to find their rhythm, and then, yes oh yes right there! Cordelia shuddered against his palm and moaned his name, and the sound hit him with the force of a dam collapsing, waters rushing over him, tearing everything down in its path.
"Angel," she hissed with a sharp intake of air, "Stop it. Stop or I'm gonna--" her concentration was thrown as another wave of pleasure hit her and she arched her back into his hand.
Angel growled as he watched her, writhing and panting with his touch, her perfect breasts rising and falling with each breath. dangerous waters no turning back but sweet oh so sweet and perfect and gorgeous and a goddess…
He removed his hands from her skirt, with soft groan of complaint from Cordelia. Effortlessly, he lifted her up and in just two strides had her to the desk. He knocked everything to the floor haphazardly and laid her down on the cool wood. Angel fumbled with his pants and belt for a moment before Cordelia reached up and masterfully removed them. He didn't undress more then he needed to, and with pants around his knees he was atop her in a second, covering her face and neck with kisses. He could feel her pulse beneath his lips and sucked gently on the warm skin. He let his kisses fall from her neck to her breasts, perfect, gorgeous breasts. He bit down on her nipple and Cordelia moaned again and the sound sent vibrations through his entire body. Oh yes, that's gonna leave a mark
Cordy briefly remembered she hates office romances, wrong they never end well and we're too good of friends to-- and then he is inside her, moving slowly and oh so good and perfectly and like he was born to do this. They've started something now and they can't stop. Like a train out of control, bound to derail but too late to advert it. She moaned again--a deep, guttural sound that is on the edge of animalistic, and it cut through Angel like a sharpened knife.
He grunted into her neck as he moved harder, shaking the entire desk with his weight. Cordelia’s arms were tight around his neck, nails digging into his back, drawing blood and moments later she's screaming his name, her back arching up and hips moving frantically to meet his rhythm. He came with her, growling as he thrust into her tiny body and he can only hope he isn't hurting her because he is too far gone to stop.
Cordelia swallowed huge gulps of air, trying to catch her breath. Angel lay on top of her, his entire weight sinking into her. Normally, she'd have made a fat joke, but now the weight seemed comforting. She reached up and wiped sweat off of her face, and then shifted under him slightly. Slowly, Angel stood and corrected himself, fumbling with his belt buckle again. She didn't offer her help in reclasping it. Neither one said a word to each other as Cordelia retrieved her ripped panties from the other side of the office. With her skin flushed and her inner thighs sticky and moist, she made herself as presentable as possible.
Finally, the silence was broken. "What the hell was that?" Cordelia questioned between shaky breaths.
Angel shook his head. "I... don't know." He ran a hand through his sweaty hair. "I just... it seemed--"
Cordy nodded. He wondered if she understood, or if she was just trying to shut him up.
"I have to go." She said softly, then gathered her bags for the second time.
"Yeah." Angel nodded. "I'll uh... see you tomorrow." He quickly made his way out of the office before she could stop him.
Cordelia just stared at the closed door, then allowed herself to fall backwards into the desk chair. What the...
***
Darkness fell over the hotel as night settled in. Wesley and Gunn had made their way home, and Fred had crept away to her room. Angel found himself sitting in the dark of the office. He could still smell Cordelia in the room. The very essence of her seemed to seep through the walls, creep through the air and invade his senses. He wondered briefly what she was doing. If she regretted what had happened.
He leaned back in his chair, and let his eyes slide shut. He should explain to her. Try to tell her what came over him, rationalize his behavior. He brought his hands up to his face and sighed deep. He could smell her on his fingers and it made him dizzy. He ran his hands through his hair, and then let them fall behind his head, on his neck. He gently massaged his stiff muscles and tried to think like an adult.
I'll write her a letter. Then I can explain without having to face her wrath...
He sat up and looked around the trashed room for a pen and paper. Finding none, he growled to himself as he pulled the desk drawer open.
His senses were attacked as Cordelia's scent rose up from the drawer. Inside, lay her ripped panties, with a note pinned to them.
”I still think the surgery is a good idea. How about you convince me otherwise?
-Cordy”
Ends.