Title: Almost Sex: Close But No Cigar
Author: CowsApples
Posted: 08-17-2002
Rating: NC-17 (lots of stuff for the Gutter Gals and MNA Union!)
Email: joycekbarnes@earthlink.net
Content: Cordy and Angel (of course!)
Summary:
Spoilers:
Disclaimer: The characters in the Angelverse were created by Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit is made.
Distribution: Fine by me, just let me know where to send it.
Notes: This was written in response to Kelly22’s story, “Better Than Ice Cream.” In her story, Angel got drunk and told Gunn about the best sex he’d ever had: the one night he became a human being and boinked Buffy (I Will Remember You) on the kitchen table, after having eaten chocolate ice cream. Gunn screwed up and told Cordy. Cordy, who loved choc ice cream, could no longer tolerate even the idea of eating the stuff. She decided she had to do something drastic to replace this “ice cream memory” with one of their own. But because of Angel’s curse, they couldn’t actually have sex. So Kelly suggested a sequel with the following guidelines: (her words below)
“We can’t have sex,” Cordelia agreed, moving to stand between his legs. “But we can have ALMOST sex.”
“Oh.” The smell of her was making Angel dizzy. “Almost sex?”
“Yes,” she replied, reaching for his hand and pulling him up from his seat on the couch. “You’re about to ALMOST have the most mind-blowing sex of your life.” She pulled him into her bedroom, wherein they proceeded to do things that made it once again safe for Cordelia to have her chocolate ice cream.
All right. I need help. I want a sequel. A sequel that explores just what mind blowing almost sex entails. In essence, I want smut. Light smut. Dark smut. 9 and a 1/2 Weeks smut. So, if anyone feels like writing a nice NC-17 sequel, I invite them to do so. I’m very interested in seeing what the dirty minds of Stranger-Things can come up with.
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Dedication: So, for all my Gutter Gal friends laying in the gutter with me, this one’s for you!“Hmmmm. Fred, do you think I should go with the Pink-wanna-be black-leather-and-chain look, or with the Victoria Secret soft-and-seductive black lace corset?” Cordy held up each one for Fred’s review.
“Well, it’s not like I’d really know, being that I’ve lived in a cave for the last five years, and before that I only worked at the Library, and since Gunn is my first honest-to-God boyfriend and lover, who had to show me how to insert the dia-“
Cordy cut her off before she could continue. “Not wanting details of yours and Gunn’s sex life, Fred. Just a simple yay or nay will do. Leather or Lace?”
Fred blushed and stammered. “I’ve always kinda pictured Angel as a soft-and-seductive lacey teddy kind of guy.” She frowned. “I mean, on somebody else, not him wearing such a thing...‘Cause, of course, he’s not gay or anything...uh, even tho you did call him a eunuch...”
Cordy laughed as she gave Fred the evil eye. “I get the picture, Fred, in more ways than one.” The sight of Angel in a black lace teddy was just too funny.
Cordy had planned for this special night, in more ways than one. Earlier that day, she and Fred had gone shopping. She’d taken Angel’s credit card, saying only that she needed some “supplies.” What she hadn’t told him was that the “supplies” was needed for making sure that Cordy gave Angel the best “almost” sex of his life. It was her intention to remove, delete, blot out and erase the “best sex” memory that a drunken Angel had told Wes and Gunn all about.
Cordy blushed when she thought of the soft strips of leather she had just bought at the hardware store, wondering if they were long enough. And she had found the perfect silk blindfold at a magic shop. Her plans were pretty radical for Sunnydale’s former fashion queen and cheerleader—but not for somebody who was a Seer for the PTB, knew how to balance a checkbook and kill big ugly demony things with a pointed stick. Not to mention that she had the hots for a certain brooding, sexy vampire. Boy, when she looked back at how far she’d come in just the three years she’d been in LA and working with Angel, she felt pretty damn proud of herself. And rightly so! Tonight, what she was gonna do to that gorgeous piece of man-pire ass would make him totally and completely forget all about a certain blonde, chocolate ice cream, and kitchen tables!
* * *
As Cordy opened the door to her bedroom, Angel saw that it was filled with fragrant candles of every size, providing the only light in the room. He also noticed several large door-length mirrors positioned in certain places around the bed. A bottle of champagne was chilling in an ice bucket. Music was playing softly on her CD player, and Angel recognized one of Cordy’s favorites: Bonny Raif’s “Love’s Sneaking Up On You. Angel gave Cordy a puzzled look, but she just winked and gave him her hundred-watt smile. “I know it may not be your choice of music, but the words are cute, don’t you think? Best friends who fall in love—what a concept!”
Angel was swamped with emotions. This was his Cordy! He wondered why just the mention of her name caused his unbeating heart to feel as if it were being jump-started with a 300 amp jolt of pure electricity. Her smile dazzled him with its beauty, making him feel warm and fuzzy on the inside. Did vampires get warm and fuzzy on the inside? Probably not, but that’s what made Cordy so unique. She made him feel things--like joy, trust, hope. Feeling things was good. In fact, he’d like nothing better right now than to feel Cordy’s full round brea-- STOP THAT! Don’t look down, or else she’ll see you ogling her breasts.
Cordy held out her hand to Angel, which he took and held to his lips, kissing the super-sensitive soft skin on the inside of her wrist. With his superb hearing, she was sure he must be deafened by her pounding heartbeat as he placed small wet lip-prints up her arm, moving slowly toward her breast. She was paralyzed with lust and desire. This was Angel—the no-bone, best friend, eunuchy doofus vampire whom she wanted to chain down and jump his bones, doing the “rape and pillage” scene from an XXX-rated porn movie. Liking that plan! Good God, Chase, get a hold of your raging hormones! Tonight is all about him having the “almost” best sex of his life, so you’d better stick an ice cube in that deep fry baby of yours.
“Where shall we start?” he asked. His tongue made little swirling circles that tickled. Cordy almost forget to breathe as she felt wonderful shivers run down her torso, across her tummy, finally melting in that very warm, wet aching space between her legs. His cool touch on her hot skin caused her to forget about the ice cubes and once again lust for all things Angel.
Don’t say what you’re thinking, Chase! “Uh, how about something cold to drink—a little bubbly to tickle the nose,” she finally managed to make her tongue work as she lifted the chilled bottle of champagne and poured some into two delicate long-stemmed glasses. As Angel looked into her warm hazel eyes, and Cordy looked seductively into his dark brown eyes, they both realized that there was no turning back—what they did here tonight was going to be the beginning of a new chapter in their relationship. “Why not develop that theory you mentioned where best friends become lovers,” he said as he touched his glass with hers.
Cordy gently took his hand and led him forward, giving a little laugh as Angel headed toward the bed. “Don’t be in such a hurry, my not-a-eunuch vampire. The fun of almost having sex is just beginning. Not that I couldn’t give you that perfect moment of happiness and bliss, because as Omnipotent Vision Girl, you know I could deliver, right! But we’ll have to save that adventure for another night,” she whispered in a husky voice, wagging her eyebrows up and down.
Instead, she tugged him toward the bathroom. Opening the door, Angel felt the warm steamy heat surround him, along with the enticing smell of sandalwood and ocean breeze. The huge old-fashioned tub was filled with hot steaming water, and again, candles provided the only light. There was a small bamboo fountain on the counter, making a gentle sound like rain.
Cordy pushed him down on a stool with his legs stretched out in front of him. She then sat on his lap, both her legs to one side. She leaned forward so that he could easily see her round, firm breasts straining to break free of the tight red corset, with just a hint of her large dark nipples peaking over.
Angel leaned forward, thinking that Cordy was going to kiss him. Instead, she quickly straddled his right leg, backwards, so that her thong-clad booty was suddenly just inches from his face. He couldn’t see her hands or face, but suddenly felt bare skin on his foot as she removed his sock and shoe. Making a purring sound, Cordy eased herself down his leg, rubbing her hot core against his knee and the top of his hard leg muscle as she slid downwards. Upon reaching the floor, Cordy turned toward him and sat, placing his bare foot deep into the vee between her legs where Angel could feel her heat. She winked up at him as she removed his other shoe and sock. Angel forgot how to swallow, causing himself to choke on his drink.
Suddenly standing, she pulled him up and turned him around so that his back was flush against her chest. Reaching her arms around his chest, she began to unbutton his shirt, taking it off and letting it fall to the floor. She gently raked her nails down his back, using her tongue and lips to lay warm, wet kisses over his tattoo. Angel’s skin suddenly puckered with chill bumps, even tho the room was quite warm.
Leaning her cheek against his shoulder, pressing her breasts against his back, she took a deep breath, savoring his unique manly aroma of leather, musk cologne and vampire. If only I could bottle his scent so that I could take it with me wherever I went. Then again, people would probably think I was sniffing airplane glue, since I’d certainly have a big dopey smile on my face while doing it.
Angel’s legs stiffened as Cordy’s eager hands moved toward the front of his pants, her hand sliding down his belly to make quick work of the button and zipper. His rod was hard as a rock and straining to break free. Sliding his pants and boxers past his hips to the floor, he gave a sigh of relief as it sprang free, standing tall and straight. Cordy ran her hands up the back inside of his legs and thighs, across his hard smooth butt. She dipped her finger into her glass, going back to slide one of her wet fingers from the bottom of his muscular ass, along the crack, to his waist. Angel shivered and groaned, but then Cordy snickered and pushed him toward the tub. “Why not get comfy, my love. I’m sure your legs must be feeling a little wobbly by now.”
Once he was settled in the warm soapy water, Cordy stood in front of him, slowly running her hands up the inside of her thighs to her apex, then around her hips and down to where the black lace garter belt held up her black silk stockings. Angel would have given a month’s pay to be a ring on one of her long tanned fingers. Doing one leg at a time, she propped her foot high up on the tub’s rim, offering him a bird’s eye view to paradise as she rolled her stockings down, allowing him to remove them from her feet. He held the stocking up to his face, close to his nose, filling his empty lungs with her smell. He could actually taste her scent on his tongue. A low growl escaped from the back of his throat.
Off came the garter belt, followed by the black corset and finally the silk black thong.
As she posed before him, Angel’s hungry eyes devoured every inch of her beautifully naked tanned body. He began with her smoldering hazel eyes and that freckle-like mark on her lower cheek, to those wet, juicy lips. Her tongue did a slow sweep, licking away the light film of perspiration from her upper lip. He panted slightly as he thought of her mouth coming down on him, using that tongue of hers to torture him. He continued his tour downward, wanting to suck on those dark-pink hardened nipples, to kiss her flat tummy and wrap his hands around her hips, to grind his face against her dark soft curls while his fingers stroked her clit, making it burn and catch fire.
“God, woman, you are so beautiful! And you are driving me crazy! I’d say that you should probably lock me up and throw away the key, but then I’d have to punish you…in a kind and gentle way, of course.” Angel couldn’t take his eyes away from her, feeling as if he’d forgotten how to blink, his need and desire for her written all over his face. Cordy blushed a dark red, feeling as if her body had become molten lava. Did somebody knock over a candle or turn on the heater, because I am so on fire with lots of burning going on here!
Cordy’s own legs were feeling pretty wobbly, so she climbed into the tub, sitting with her back to him, her hips nestled between his legs. “Why don’t you use those manly boob muscles and wash me,” she suggested. “Afterwards, we’ll switch places and I’ll return the favor,” she joked with a husky laugh. Angel was so tight, he felt as if he’d explode if she touched him, but he couldn’t wait to get his hands on her. He marveled at the wonderfully slick erotic feeling of Cordy’s skin beneath his fingers as he rubbed her back, her shoulders, her neck. As his hands strayed forward, he cupped her breasts, using his thumb and finger to lightly squeeze her hardened nipples. He moaned and pulled her back, tightly against him so that she gave a small squeak and complained about being “probed” in the back by a “long, snake-like” alien.
Before he was ready, she moved so that her back was resting against the other side of the tub, her feet propped on his chest. Her lively hazel eyes were shining with mischief at his obvious “tubular” discomfort. He immediately moved one foot to the space between her legs, using the ball of his heel to provide her with some pleasure of her own. Her little tiny gasp of delight had him ready to attack, but she pushed him back with her foot. “Back, back you demon! Don’t make me use my whip!” Only Cordy could make him laugh about the demon inside him.
In an innocently pleading voice, she whined. “Don’t you think I deserve a foot rub after doing all that shopping today! You can use the triple-X virgin olive oil that’s sitting next to your right hand, which I bought as part of my supplies.” Cordy knew that Angel had a foot fetish, so she had painted her toenails a deep ruby red to excite him. He poured some oil into his hands and began massaging her foot, sliding his fingers through her toes and using his thumbs on her heels and instep. “God, this is almost better than sex!” she sighed. Angel was hypnotized by the red nail polish on her toes, and couldn’t understand why he was so obsessed with them. He lifted her foot and began to suck on her little toe, using his tongue to slide between her toes, his teeth to slightly rake against her skin. Now it was Cordy’s turn to have chillbumps.
“Now let me do yours,” she said. A goofy smile spread across his face as she moved his legs so that his foot rested on her tummy. “You’re such a doofus,” she kidded while rubbing the oil between his toes. The look of pure contentment on his face was priceless.
“Yes, but I’m your doofus, so what does that make you?” He joked.
“Very, very happy,” she whispered seductively.
Angel’s throbbing, painful “probe” was beginning to feel quite ignored, especially while Cordy kept sliding her hands up and down, up and down, up and down as she gently squeezed his foot. She was driving him crazy, and he wasn’t sure he could hold on to his sanity much longer. With an evil smirk, she brushed her leg against his rigid shaft. He realized that, if he hadn’t already been dead, he would certainly be dead by the time Cordelia was finished with him.
“Um, Cor, maybe we need to turn on the cold water now,” he said weakly. She responded by jumping up, pulling the tub’s plug out with one hand while twisting on the cold water with the other hand. Using her old friend, the hand-held shower massage sprayer, she blasted Angel with a hard stream of cold water which promptly caused him to howl. “Your wish is my command, Oh Divine Master!” She gave a hearty laugh which quickly turned to a squeal as he lunged for her and wrestled away the sprayer, giving her a squirt or two between her legs.
Cordy made a mad dash for the bedroom, her feet slipping and sliding on the wet floor as she tried to escape. Angel wasted little time in following her. Just as she was about to reach the door leading into the living room, he hooked one arm around her waist, lifted her up and flung them both onto the bed, his hands punishing her with a torture that Cordy was deeply afraid of: being tickled.
Gasping for breath, happy tears rolling down her cheeks, she finally managed to flip Angel over, pouncing on top of his hard stomach, using her strong legs and ankles to hold his down while pinning his arms beneath his body. Another of her favorite CDs was playing—Pink’s music always put Cordy in the mood, making her feel like a naughty vixen. She gyrated her hips on top of Angel’s chest, pretending to sing as she mouthed the words to “Private Show.” Cordy grabbed his hair, pulling his head sideways so that she had perfect access to his ear and the side of his face. She attacked his neck with her lips and mouth, like a woman with PMS taking over the Hershey’s Chocolate Factory. She kissed and sucked, taking no prisoners as she laid siege to his chest and nipples, giving them little love bites until she felt him growing hard again.
“Mmmmm, are we having fun yet?” she asked wickedly, sliding lengthwise down his body, allowing her breasts to rub slowly down his stomach, across his pubic hair, over his rigid shaft, pausing for a second before placing a small kiss on the tip of its tightly stretched and sensitive head.
Angel groaned. He was in pain. Hard, deep pain. A-G-O-N-Y! In need of relief much! This was not fun! He was the one who was a master at giving sexual pain mixed with pleasure, not receiving it! That’s what vampires did. He was a vampire. Thus, he should not be in such torment. Somebody must have forgotten to tell Cordy!
Cordy was feeling a warm buzz from the champagne, dizzy with the power she seemed to have over Angel. She decided to move ahead with Part II of her plan. She held up a silk blindfold and a long length of leather-thong rope, cocking up her eyebrows with a twinkle in her eye before asking him, “Would you like to play a game of Blind Man’s Bluff?”
“What? Now? Umm, okay... if you’re ready…it doesn’t….I can’t...yeah, I guess so.” Angel wasn’t completely sure that he wanted to give Cordy that much control and power over him. He remembered that once, back in 1871, Angelus had allowed himself to be caught in a similar situation with Darla and it had been a week before he could walk again. But this was Cordy, his best friend, his Seer and link to the helpless, a woman who loved and cared about him.
Just to make sure, he asked, “This game wouldn’t happen to involve mouse traps and hot candle wax poured on certain areas of the body, would it?”
Cordy was speechless for a few seconds but managed to finally say, “Ewwww, visual image not a happy one. Of course, unless you want them to….”
Angel gave a small sigh of relief and smiled, saying, “Nope, no no no, that’s okay with me. Just checking.”
After the last drop of champagne had been consumed, Cordy finally screwed up her courage and told Angel to lay on his back, with his eyes shut. She then wrapped the blindfold around his eyes, making it tight so he couldn’t shake it loose. Then she tied one end of the leather thong to his right wrist, ran it underneath his hips, and tied the other end to his left wrist.
“Okay, now, try to move your hands,” she commanded.
Angel could easily move his hands and arms, since there was a lot of slack in the thong and he could move it back and forth under his hips. This is not what Cordy wanted. She wanted Angel comfortable but completely unable to move his arms or touch her with his hands until she was finished with him. What she did next surprised the hell out of Angel.
Cordy reached between his legs, pulled the thong together in the middle, taking up the slack, and looping it bow-tie style around his balls.
When Angel tried to move his hands or arms, the thong’s “loop” tightened around his balls, causing him to yelp and suddenly become very, very still again. “Uh, Cordelia, are you sure you know what you’re doing?” he asked sternly.
Cordy gave what she hoped was an evil laugh while leaning forward to kiss him, running her fingers through his hair. “Oh yes, my vampire love monkey, I know exactly what I’m doing, and I promise not to hurt you…too much.” She became serious for a moment, making eye contact. “Do you trust me?” she asked.
Angel’s response was, “Is this where the bluff part of the game comes in?”
“No, my sweet man-pire, I’m not bluffing. If you’d rather not continue, then all you have to do is say the word. I want this experience to be the sexual epiphany of your long life. Of course, it also wouldn’t hurt if it made you completely forget about chocolate ice cream, kitchen tables and a certain blond who will remain nameless,” she said sarcastically.
Angel was quiet for a few seconds, wanting to choose his words well. He smiled and said, “I trust you, Cordy. That’s what this is all about, isn’t it? Okay, let’s see what you’ve got up your invisible sleeve, besides a wickedly cruel sense of timing. Maybe you can teach Angelus a thing or two.” His body relaxed even tho his arms were held rigidly by his side, making sure he didn’t accidentally tug the leather thong which would make the noose tighten around his unprotected testicles.
Cordy twirled her tongue around his ear, whispering her instructions. “I want you to stay perfectly still. No touching me with your hands, no trying to roll over or wiggle away.” She giggled and tweaked his titty, adding “Unless you suddenly hear the spring of a mouse trap being set.”
Cordy stretched out on top of Angel’s body. She began by trying to relax him just a tiny bit, kissing his eyes, the tip of his nose, his cheeks, the corner of his mouth. But then she moved on to his neck and shoulders, leaving little hickeys and love bites as she took her sweet time. The fact that she was grinding her hot, wet mons against his groin was driving him mad, but it was when she bit him on his neck that he almost lost it, moving his arms so that he felt the immediate tension around his balls—not too painful but a definite reminder of what she’d said.
She licked and sucked, laving his nipples with her tongue, making them hard, twin erections to his painfully throbbing cock. Her body moved down slightly, so that now she could rub herself against his knee. Though he didn’t need it, he took a deep breath. He couldn’t see anything, but he sure as hell could smell and hear. The sharp intoxicating aroma of her sexual juices was making him drool. He could hear the rapid beating of her heart and the little breathy moans she was making—like a small child pigging out at the local ice cream shop. Oops, scratch that thought. Make that the sound of a born-to-shop woman at a 50% off everything sale at Tiffany Jewelers.
Angel was becoming more restless and agitated, as Cordy moved further down. He wanted desperately to reach out and touch her. Unable to see, his imagination kicked in, not knowing where she’d next put her hot mouth and tongue of torture. From now on, her new nic-name was going to be “Slick” and only he would know why.
While she kissed and nipped her way past his waist, her hands were busy, too. She pushed his legs apart, kneeling gently between them, exposing him to her eager touch. Once again, she used her fingernails to lightly etch down his stomach and into the dark curls where his rigid manhood was begging for her touch. She avoided touching it, but she was sure he could feel her warm breath as she passed over and around it, kissing and licking the soft skin on his hips, his inner thighs, getting closer and closer.
Finally, when he didn’t think he could take any more, Angel felt her lips brush gently against the head of his shaft, her tongue moving around and around in circles, her breath hot and moist. She took him fully in her wide mouth as she slowly slid down to his base, her lips locked around him, her tongue flicking back and forth on the underside, where it was the most sensitive. Her hands cupped his balls, slipping a finger inside the leather noose. He became deadly still, unsure of what she would do next, the anticipation making him break out in a cold sweat. He arched against her and growled, a deep low sound that expressed his pain and anguish over being tormented in such a way.
Suddenly she moved away and Angel almost screamed with despair. Once again he felt her hot flesh against his as she stretched out on top of him, but this time her elbows were resting on his thighs, her boobs on his stomach, and her feet were by his ears! She continue driving him insane with her tongue and lips on his rod. But what made him test the boundaries of the leather thong, causing his own pain, was the fact that her dripping wet pussy was now only an inch from his own mouth. Just by raising his head, he could taste and smell her sweet honey. “Yes, there is a God!” he rejoiced silently.
Angel began his own form of torture on Cordy, sucking hard on her clit and using his tongue to give back some of that pleasure/pain she had been giving him.
My lucky stars, she thought. That man has one hell of a long, rough tongue!
Suddenly he felt the leather rope slip away as Cordy untied it from his wrist, pulling it away from his hardened balls. His hands were finally free, and he lost no time in using his fingers to help him go where his tongue wouldn’t fit. He didn’t try to move Cordy, but instead let her set the pace and position. As he began to feel her clinch and tighten around the two fingers he had shoved deep inside her, his tongue continued its assault on her swollen vulva and lips.
Cordy was torn between the deliciously hard smooth shaft in her mouth, with all of its salty goodness, and the ebb and pull of the tension beginning to swirl deep inside her slit as Angel pumped her with his long, hard finger strokes. Waves of pleasure began to wash over her. She knew it wouldn’t be long before he managed to push her over the edge, and she wanted them to both come at the same time. So much for her grand plan of giving Angel the best “almost” sex of his life!
Angel’s face began to change even as he struggled hard to keep his demon under control. Ridges formed on his forehead, his fangs pierced his lips, his eyes became a golden yellow. Part of him wanted to keep Angelus locked and hidden away from Cordy, but another part of him wanted her acceptance of the beast. It was part of him, just like his soul. Without being able to stop himself, Angel turned his face toward her inner thigh, making a small puncture with his razor sharp fangs.
That tiny taste of Cordy’s warm blood was like nectar from the Gods, the sudden fear that slammed through her body, mixing with her pending orgasm, added rich flavor to her blood, like salt and pepper to a good steak.
As Cordy’s climax exploded against his fingers and tongue, Angel felt his own spasms begin. He howled her name, as a wolf would call his mate, while a jet stream of his cum exploded into Cordy’s mouth. Her lips were locked around his shaft, sucking him like a leach, her hands moving faster and faster as she gulped him down. Once again, he tasted her essence as he licked away the small trickle of blood from his earlier bite. Where earlier there was fear, now he only tasted a dark rich sweetness, like cherries soaked in brandy.
As she managed to turn herself around so that they were face to face, her body sated and feeling boneless, she struggled to speak. “I always knew you were full of salty goodness.” She kissed his ridged forehead and laid her head down on his chest, happy and completely satisfied.
* * *
He was blissfully warm and content as she snuggled up closer to his side, her arm laying possessively across his chest, her leg thrown over his, her head tucked under his chin. Angel tried not to panic as he listened to Cordy’s deep breathing and soft gentle snores. He kept pinching himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. He was terrified that if he went to sleep, he might awake as Angelus, because like it or not, Cordy had taught him something he’d never learned before—how to have complete and utter trust in a human being who could have hurt or rejected him. Instead of pain and guilt, she had given him something damn close to perfect happiness—herself.
He struggled to stay awake but his body rebelled. A tiny sunbeam slipped through a crack in the closed curtains, casting its light on the ceiling. As his eyelids grew heavier, his mind losing the battle to remain conscious, he prayed to the Powers That Be, asking for a miracle. As he finally succumbed to his body’s demand for sleep, he could feel Cordy’s beating heart close to the place where his should have also been.
* * *
Four hours later, when the phone next to Cordy’s bed began to ring, Angel automatically reached over to answer it. “Oh, hi Wes.” He turned his head so he could kiss Cordy on her forehead. “Yeah, she’s here with me. No, nothing’s wrong.” Suddenly a huge grin split Angel’s face as he actually laughed aloud, a sound that was foreign to his own ears. “Yep, everything’s just fine. Just me and Cordy here, nobody else!” Angel sat up and swatted Cordy’s behind. “Okay, Wes, we’ll see you guys shortly. Well, maybe by late afternoon, or possibly dinner time. Cordy and I have to go shopping for more supplies.”
End.