just fic


Title: Of Bollywood and Spells
Author: LaLa247
Posted: 11-25-2003
Email: LatinaGrrl2000@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17
Category: AU, smut
Content: C/A
Summary: “He felt awake- he wasn’t tired...he was alive.”
Spoilers: Early Season Two, after “First Impressions”.
Disclaimer: The characters in the Angelverse were created by Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit is made.
Distribution: Anywhere, just tell me where.
Notes: This is a response to a challenge Psychofilly made in her LJ- she wanted C/A smut on Cordelia’s worse day, in the rain, on top of Angel’s car. So be it.
Feedback: It's a must. Please do.
Thanks/Dedication:


“I’m late...I’m late...”

Cordelia Chase trudged through her apartment, her black, heavy platform shoes slowing her down with each step. With a jerk of her leg, one shoe went flying across her living room, hitting the door with a loud bang.

She lowered her foot and nearly toppled to the right. A growl escaped her lips as she pointed her foot in a very prima ballerina move, getting her toe to touch the floor and level her body. Then, in one quick move, she had kicked off the other shoe.

To avoid tilting and crashing into the coffee table, she gracefully shifted her body forward so her left foot was lowered to the floor. She sighed in relief, dashing on her toes to her bedroom. She tugged on her blue minidress, her long hair whipping in her face and she looked around her messy room wildly.

Clothes were tossed all over the place- on her bed, the floor, over her dresser and doorknobs, and not to mention her lamps, thus risking a fire. But these were minimal concerns to the Seer now, because she had somewhere important to be.

A frown graced her features as she kicked aside clothes with her toe, scouring the floor. “Dennis...” She called as panic rose in her voice. “My sandals with the clunky heels- help me?” Cool wind passed her uncovered arms as the ghost began to search, picking up materials off the floor.

She sighed, dashing towards the full-length mirror against one corner of her bedroom. She inspected her outfit- light blue sleeveless dress, skirt above the knee- and nodded at the near perfection of it. She spun around and looked over her shoulder, glancing at the back. Her back exposed, a single button fastened over her shoulders, creating a lovely peek-a-boo view. She wondered if she should put on a long necklace to accent her toned back, then decided against it.

Too much can be enough...

She turned around, running her fingers through her black hair. She twisted and pulled it up, letting strands cascade down her face, but released it with a shake of her head. She shook her head harder, letting her locks fall over her chest and down her back. Her eyes opened and she smiled at the outcome. Messy chic!

On her toes, she rushed to her dresser, picking up a purple bottle of body lotion. She popped open the top, pouring a dab in her palm. Her coveted sandals floated in front of her face, and she gave Dennis a grateful smile. “Oh, Dennis-” She lifted one foot, and he immediately strapped them on. She lowered that foot, the heel clacking on the floor, and raised the other foot.

The sandals were put on, and Cordelia bounced on her toes, getting a feel of the shoes. With those shoes, she was nearly 5’11”, and that thrilled her beyond belief. Those guys would really like that she looked tall. They always do.

Her palms were massaged together, spreading the lotion out. Her palms were run over her arms, down her elbows, and past her forearms and the back of her hands. She rubbed furiously, soothing the lotion into her skin.

She rubbed her palms together again, bending over and rubbing the excess lotion over her legs. “How do I look, Dennis?” She mumbled.

She didn’t wait for an answer before running out of the bedroom. She swiped her purse off the coffee table, racing for the door. “Close the door behind me, Dennis!” She yelled.

The door slammed behind her as she dashed down the path to the sidewalk. The street lamps were already lit, and she dug into her pocketbook for her cell phone. She glanced at the time, relived that she wasn’t going to be late for once.

“TAXI!” She called as cars drove past her, lifting her hand in the air. She waved wildly as cars sped past. One raced by, and she immediately knew it was driving way to close to the curb. She stepped back as it drove by, its tires running over a puddle in the street, sending a spray of dirty, nearly gray water over her bare legs.

Cordelia screamed, jumping away from the line of fire a bit too late. Hard, angry breaths escaped her lips as she moved to wipe away the water, then thought better of it, yanking a tissue from her purse and swiping at the mess. Her free hand lifted and she waved her purse in the air.

A black car pulled up and her eyes lifted, meeting with a gruff-looking man with a stubbly face. He stared at her through bored eyes. “Need a lift?”

“I don’t know,” She replied piercingly, continuing to wipe at her legs. “Are you not going to kill me?”

He sighed loudly, pointing at an identification sticker on his window. “Taxi, ma’am.”

“Oh.” She straightened up, walking over and opening the backseat door. “1481 Hyperion Avenue.” She told him, pulling out her compact mirror and examining her makeup.

The man began to drive, the ticking of the timer the only sound in the car. He glanced at her through the mirror several times before focusing his eyes on the road. “Name’s Frank.”

“Cordelia.”

“Cordelia? Like the play, huh?”

Cordelia forced a tight smile, keeping her eyes on her reflection. “Like the play...”

Frank the cab driver nodded, stopping at a red light. “So, what are ya- a hooker?”

Her head jolted up, her lips tightening into a thin line. She remained silent; waiting for him to start laughing or tell her it was a joke. It never came. “What.”

A shrug. “You’s look like those other broads I have in this cab- you got the look...”

“I look like a hooker?!” She asked incredulously. He simply shrugged, and her eyes narrowed. “No, I’m not a hooker.” She snapped, closing her compact with a loud snap and shoving it back into her purse. “I’m an actress.”

He snorted. “Right...”

The glare on her face grew. “What?”

“So, you waitress, right? Or you strip-” His eyebrows rose as he examined her in the mirror. “I can see stripper...”

“I’m not a stripper!” She retorted shrilly. “I’m a secretary.”

He smirked. “So, you’re sleepin’ with the boss, right? For extra cash? I’ve heard those stories about these Southern girls-”

She smacked the back of the passenger seat, cutting him off. “You can let me off here.” She dug into her purse, pulling out a ten and throwing it on his lap. “I can walk the rest of the way.”

Frank shrugged, pulling over to the curb. “Alright, lady...” He stopped the car, turning around to look at her. “Good luck with the...career.” He said with a chuckle.

Cordelia faked a silent laugh, climbing out of the car. She slammed the door hard, stomping off before he could pull away. She scowled, walking down the sidewalk towards the large hotel two blocks away. “A hooker...” She spat, tugging down her dress. “Me- a hooker...please.” She clutched her purse to her stomach tightly, shaking her hair out of her face. “At least an escort...”

A car passed by as she neared the curb, and she quickly stepped back, the splash of water missing her by a few inches. She sighed in relief, dashing across the street. Instead of slowing down, she took off running towards the Hyperion Hotel.

“OW-” She suddenly stopped as a sharp pain filled the bottom of her foot. “Ow...” She growled, her fingers massaging the sole of her right foot. She must’ve pulled something. Figures. With a shake of her head, she limped the rest of the way, walking up the path. She opened the front doors, moving into the hotel.

The lobby was quiet...and empty. She at least expected Charles Gunn to be wandering around with that perpetual unimpressed look on his face. Or at least the sound of pages being turned as Wesley researched for the latest demon.

But there was nothing. No one to compliment her- like Gunn would compliment her anyway, he was too into his Robin Hood adventures to give a crap about her feelings; and Angel wouldn’t notice anyway in the middle of his daily brooding about Buffy-slash-lack of sleep-slash-past sins and throwing a hissy fit over the coffee machine.

Perhaps it was for the better, she could be in and out.

Cordelia walked over to the window next to the counter that gave a view of Angel’s office, peering at her slight reflection. She placed her purse on the counter, opening it and pulling out a tube of lipstick and returning to the window to apply.

The stick was placed on her top lip and she ran the color over, the tube leaving her top lip a dark red. She ran it down her bottom lip, then went back to fill in any spot she had missed.

“You said you were going to be in at one.”

She jumped at the sound of the deep voice, her lipstick streaking off her bottom lip and down her chin. She inhaled sharply, literally biting her tongue to keep from lashing out at her friend. “Yeah?” She muttered, pulling a napkin out of her pocket and wiping at the lipstick that had gone astray. “Remember that talk we had about how creepy sneaking up on people is?”

Angel watched her reflection from behind before glancing at his watch, choosing to ignore her second question. “It’s seven.”

“I lost track of time?”

He said nothing, keeping his eyes on her as she turned to face him.

She sighed loudly. “Again with the creepy, Angel.”

He quickly lowered his gaze; his fingers rubbed the corners of his eyes. Staring at her was enough to make his vision blurry, and he knew deep down that they were going to notice the lack of sleep he was having sooner or later. “Cordelia, when you say one, I expect you to be in at one. I’ve been answering the phones and doing the cleaning all day.”

A smirk crossed her features as she eyed him. His head lifted once more to meet her stare. “Welcome to my world, Broody.”

“I’m not joking- you have a job here-”

“Yes, and that job involves having the scratch and sniff visions so you can get your handsome reward in the end. So...I would think you owe me some extra special exceptions.” She interrupted. When his eyebrows lifted and a slightly amused smile came on his face, she knew she had won.

The vampire quickly straightened up, the smile gone in the moment it had taken him to move, and stared at her. “Where are you off to, looking so...dressy?”

She smiled, more than pleased that he had noticed how she looked. She walked over to her desk, looking through the pile of papers on top of it until she found the yellow post-it she needed. She waved the yellow paper at him. “Audition. They said it was for a big Hollywood movie-”

“Cordelia...” Angel groaned, his eyes lifting to the heavens. “Why?”

The smile on her face faded and her hands moved to her hips. “Why what?”

He inhaled needlessly- an obvious ploy to buy time. “Don’t get me wrong, if you want to do this, that’s fine, because, really, it’s your life, obviously...”

“But you don’t want me to do it.” She finished, nodding.

His mouth closed, and after a moment, he nodded reluctantly. “I-I just think you’re better off here.”

Cordelia sighed once more, shaking her head. “Angel, the overprotective bodyguard-stalker act is appreciative- sometimes- but...I want to do this ‘cause you can’t keep me here.” She said the last part matter-of-factly, giving him a smug look.

He moved to the coffee machine, pulling out the pot and pouring himself a cup. “Okay, fine. But you better call me when you’re done.” He took a sip.

“Drive me?”

His eyes lifted ever so slowly. “What?”

She shot him a million watt smile, standing on her toes. “Drive me to my audition?” He simply stared, forcing her to widen her smile. “Please.”

“No.” He replied, lowering his mug to the counter. “I have to stay here until Wesley comes back from the police station.”

Her smile faded just as quickly as it had appeared. “Call Gunn! He can stay here and wait for Wes.”

“Cordelia. Leave Gunn alone, okay? He has his own stuff to do.”

“Fine, give me your keys.”

He let out a slight chuckle. “I don’t think so. Last time I let you borrow my car- which was, in fact, last week- you got it stolen.”

“I didn’t get it stolen, Angel.”

Angel stared at her hard, fighting back the urge to argue, knowing that in the end she was going to declare herself right no matter what anyway. “Why don’t you just take a cab to the audition? Do like you always do.”

She slammed her heel against the wood, getting his full attention. “See, I would, but I have hardly any money because you haven’t been paying me.”

“Next week.”

“You said that TWO weeks ago!”

He let out an aggravated sigh, crossing his arms. “Cordelia, who’s the boss here? You’ll get the check next week when I’m able to make it, and no, I’m not going to drive you!” Her eyes narrowed, and he shook his head hard. “I’m NOT driving you.”

* * * * *

“Where the hell are we going again?”

Cordelia held up the piece of paper in front of Angel’s face, causing him to quickly look over it to keep his eyes on the road. “It’s in a old club that was like the poor man’s Studio 54.”

Angel gripped the wheel tightly as she bounced in excitement and nervousness beside him, fighting the urge to grab her legs in a rather brutish attempt to make her sit still. “What kind of role is this? Shakespeare?” His eyes darted in her direction. “Please tell me it’s not Shakespeare.”

She shot him a glare, sitting back in her seat. “It’s not Shakespeare, ass. It’s...” She paused, biting her lower lip. He glanced at her expectantly, raising his eyebrows slightly. “Bollywood.”

He stopped at a red light, taking this opportunity to face her fully. “You want to be in a Bollywood film? In America?”

“Yes!” She pouted at his look of disbelief, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. “It’s art!”

“It’s Bollywood!”

“It’s a paying gig, Angel.”

He started to drive again, her words hitting him in a hard way. Her voice was quiet and almost ashamed- not a tone he associated with Cordelia Chase. She wasn’t kidding about needing money. He took in a needless breath, nodding. “Okay.” He glanced at the sky, smelling the air. “It’s going to rain...”

Cordelia nodded, staring straight ahead. She hated to admit it, but his hasty criticism of her choice of roles bothered her in a big way, and she didn’t know why or when she started needed his approval to do anything. She shook her head faintly, shoving that thought in the back of her head. She started to bounce in her seat again, her hands sweeping out in front of her in jerky, yet graceful movements. She counted the beats off, her hands and her body bouncing to the song in her head.

Angel blinked, glancing at her oddly as she danced in her seat. “What the hell?”

“Shut. Up.” She said through gritted teeth, jerking her hips the best she could in a seated position. “I don’t bother you when you’re doing your little wussy exercises, do I?”

His hands tightened on the wheel. “Cordelia, we’re in public.”

“We’re in your car!”

“Okay, fine. Stop the dancing- it’s freaking me out.”

She continued moving, her shoulders jerking left and right. “Negative energy isn’t welcomed, Angel...” She sang, her head bobbing as her hands curled and twisted in front of her body.

He shook his head, pulling up in an empty supermarket parking lot. “We’re here, Cordelia.” He paused, glancing over Cordelia at the club a few buildings down. “Why would they have the audition here? At night?”

“Because it’s Hollywood? Don’t question it.” She climbed out of the car, slamming the door shut before smoothing down her dress. She waited for Angel to walk to her side before looking up at him. “How do I look?”

“You look...” He paused, unsure of what she wanted to hear. Ravishing...lovely...exotic... Finally, he settled on- “Beautiful”

A smile grew on her face, and she hugged his arm to her. “Thank you! Let’s go.” She pulled him towards the door, and he quickly dug his feet into the floor. “What?”

“I...I thought I would wait out here.”

She sighed. “I need moral support, Angel. Please?” She pouted, putting on her best pair of ‘sad eyes’. His eyes closed swiftly in defeat and she squealed, pulling him down the sidewalk. They walked quickly across the street, and into the building.

The area was already bustling with loud talking and people rushing about. Girls of all races and sizes ran about, filled out forms, and posed for their headshots. Across the space, a small stage was set up with the frame covered in blue, pink, gold, and purple fabrics. Bhangra music boomed through the room, several girls dancing to the beat.

Angel scanned the room, watching the chaos unfold. “I’m...I’m going to wait outside...” He backed towards the door.

Cordelia quickly grabbed his arm, pulling him back. “Um, no- you’re going to stay here and be my support system.” She stood on her toes, her mouth next to Angel’s ear. “I’ve been having the worse day, Angel, and I really need you here.” He sighed, nodding. She grinned at him, patting him arm gratefully.

A frazzled woman rushed up to the two, her blonde hair wild and her white jacket hanging off one shoulder. Cordelia smiled brightly. “Hi!”

“Hello. Nice of you to bring your boyfriend.” She replied sharply, not looking at her.

“Oh, he’s not my-”

“Name.”

Cordelia’s smile quickly faded, and she bounced on her toes to keep her spirits up. “Cordelia. Cordelia Chase.”

The woman thrust a red costume and a sheet of paper at her. “We got your measurements in the e-mail you sent out- go into the bathroom and change.” She pointed to a door behind them. “You practiced the moves on the tape, right?” Cordelia nodded quickly. “Good. You’ll probably be auditioning in about ten minutes- don’t forget to fill out the form.” She finally met Cordelia’s eyes. “Don’t fuck it up.” Without another word, she walked away from the two.

Cordelia looked up at Angel, who was busy watching the woman rush off with his mouth open. She nudged him hard with her elbow. “Look at this,” She whispered in feigned excitement. “I got red...red’s my color! This is a sign.”

“Hi!”

Cordelia and Angel both spun around, coming face to face with a tall blonde wearing a blue costume. “Hi?” They said in unison.

“I’m Vicki.” She gave them a little wave. “It’s SO good to see some normal-looking people around here...it’s fake tits and silicone asses all over the place.”

“I-I’m Cordelia.” Cordelia replied with a slight laugh, glancing up at Angel, who continued to look mystified. “Are you auditioning too?”

Vicki nodded, her hair swaying back and forth. “I’m with the first group. We’re on in ten minutes. I overheard Sergeant Sally telling you the same.”

“Sergeant Sally?” Cordelia asked, a frown growing on her face.

Vicki nodded to the woman handing out costumes. “The lady you were just talking to- you know what’s insane?” She asked suddenly. “On everyone’s form, there’s this section in big, bold letters that states that if you’re fucking a suit, you’re immediately unconsidered for the part.”

Cordelia laughed. “Well, that’s good for me, isn’t it.”

“Very.” She reached over, grabbing Angel’s hand and shaking it. “Sleeping with the suits is strictly verboten.” She muttered, running her hand over the back of his hand.

Angel slowly pulled his hand away, giving Vicki a tight smile. “You should go get ready, Cordelia.”

Cordelia nodded, giving Angel a small smile before walking towards the bathroom. Vicki grinned at Angel, pointing over her shoulder at the bathroom door. “I should join her...maybe sooth her nerves...”

“You do that.” Angel replied hurriedly. She jogged after Cordelia, leaving the vampire alone. He searched the room with his eyes, licking his lips nervously. He slowly backed up, peering over his shoulder for a place to stand.

Cordelia exhaled sharply, glancing down at her outfit. She stood stiffly, the only way she could stand in the crowded bathroom. Her eyes observed her costume. Red midriff with gold tassels and red pants with similar tassels. She stared at her exposed stomach in the mirror in front of her before moving her gaze to her top. She clutched the top of the shirt, trying to cover her cleavage up with no avail. She glanced at the form folded in between the faucet and the mirror, her neat blue print sticking out like a sore thumb between the gray and black of the paper.

“That is a bitchin’ dress.” A voice said behind her.

She turned around, coming face to face with an Asian girl wearing a similar costume, but in pink. “Thanks...”

The girl reached over, picking up Cordelia’s blue minidress from on top of the rusty sink. “Can I hang it up for you? I’d hate for it to get messy...”

Cordelia’s gaze had returned to her outfit, and she nodded absently. “Yeah, sure.” She abruptly grabbed the girl’s arm, looking at her. “Are you on now?”

She shook her head quickly. “I’m on after the first group.”

She released her, nodding to herself. “Great...” The girl scurried off, leaving Cordelia by herself. She kept nodding, now trying to adjust the band of the pants.

“Nervous?”

Cordelia’s head jerked up, and she forced a smile. “A little bit.” She told Vicki, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. “I’ve never done an audition like this before.”

“Oh, they’re easy. Just relax and don’t forget the moves.” Vicki leaned in, as if sharing a secret. “I used to be a dancer...”

“I used to be one too.” Cordelia replied, slowly relaxing. “Not really, but I took ballet and tap...and I was a cheerleader.”

“I think everyone here was a cheerleader...” Vicki muttered with a chuckle. She sighed, reaching over and grabbing Cordelia’s hand. “Just remember, sleeping with the suits is strictly verboten.” She said, running her hand over the back of Cordelia’s hand.

Cordelia glanced down at her hand, then back at Vicki. “Yeah, I’ll remember that.”

Vicki gave Cordelia a bright smile, heading for the door. “I’m just passing along the good will- I’ve been to so many of these auditions and have lost roles because sluts were fucking the bosses...about time something came in my favor, right?”

“Right...”

Vicki nodded. “Right. Come on- we have like a minute to get on stage.”

Cordelia inhaled slowly, swiping her form off the sink and following Vicki out of the bathroom. They pushed through the crowds toward the stage, stopping in front of a burly man with a handlebar mustache.

“FORMS.” He boomed, holding out a big, meaty hand. They handed over their papers, and he glanced at them quickly. “Okay, Cordelia and Victoria- get on the stage with the other eight girls. You’re gonna do that dance- ONE dance- and then you’re off. You’ll get a cal l if you’re accepted.”

“Thanks.” Cordelia muttered as Vicki grabbed her hand and pulled her on the small stage. She eyed some of the other girls who were stretching and practicing. Her eyes traveled out into the crowd of people below the stage. Obviously, many of the dancers had brought boyfriends and friends along for support. And in the back of the crowd stood Angel, against the wall, his eyes on Cordelia.

He offered a small, encouraging smile and a wave. ‘Good luck’ He mouthed silently.

She forced a smile, mouthing ‘thank you’ before turning to Vicki. “Are you ready?” She asked loudly, trying to hear herself over the music that had begun to play. Vicki nodded, smiling excitedly.

“Okay, ladies!” Sergeant Sally yelled from the metal table in front of the stage. “You all already know the moves, now show us you know the moves! We’re looking for the most energetic, unique individuals. You will continue to do and repeat the moves until the end of the song. One, two, three-”

Cordelia inhaled slowly, immediately moving into the steps. She was grateful for the years of dance and cheerleading under her belt- it had made memorizing steps a easy task. She didn’t even have to count, like some of the other girls next to her.

Angel watched Cordelia from the back of the room, slightly surprised by how nervous he was for her. She was doing fine, as far as he could tell, but then again, he wasn’t looking at the other girls. She at least seemed confidant in her moves, and that the suits had to recognize.

His eyes locked on hers for a mere moment, and he felt his body heat up. His gaze moved down her body- to her hips, her legs, and back up to her stomach, her chest- and he was mesmerized. The heat grew as she danced, and he took in a sharp breath, exhaling shakily. He licked his lips slowly, gripping his hands tightly in front of his body.

Her hands moved in front of her body, her hips swinging left and right as she turned gracefully to the left. She swayed with the music, quickening her moves as the beat got faster. She was almost having fun, if it weren’t for the people in business suits in front of her with blank expressions on their faces.

She searched the crowd for Angel as her anxiety grew, catching him still in the same spot. Something was terribly wrong with him- he looked uncomfortable...or worried. Suddenly, a cool rush passed through her body, and she let out a sharp breath. Her eyes locked on Angel’s, and she saw the fire in his eyes.

“Oh, ew...” Muttered a redhead behind Cordelia to the blonde beside her. “She’s so fucking that dude with her eyes- she’s such a skank.”

“That’s probably her boyfriend- chill.” The blonde mumbled, trying to keep the smile frozen on her face.

Vicki danced closer to Cordelia, mimicking Cordelia’s moves. “Why is that dude all the way in the back- shouldn’t he be with the other suits?”

“Yeah, but he’s not a suit.” Cordelia replied breathlessly, her eyes on Angel.

The woman’s eyes widened. “He’s not?”

“No...he’s my boss- he drove me here.”

Vicki let out a whimper, moving away from Cordelia. “Uh oh...”

Cordelia hopped on her toes with the music, her hips jerking and shaking along to the beats. Her hands curled at her hips, rising over her head. She whipped her hair around, her eyes remaining on Angel’s.

Angel tilted his head, watching Cordelia dance across the room. He clutched his hands together tightly, feeling sweat trickling down his back. He started to breath hard, the heat moving down his chest and into his hips. He slowly raised his hand at Cordelia, pointing towards the front door. With a nod to himself, he edged his way towards the exit.

The music faded away, and the dancers stopped. Cordelia continued for a second after, then halted, breathing hard. Vicki rushed up to her, grabbing her arm. “Look, whatever happens- I’m so sorry, it was supposed to work with the natural feelings and if something goes on, it’s my-”

“NEXT!” Sergeant Sally screamed, waving the dancers off the stage.

Cordelia wordlessly moved off the stage as if in a trance, moving towards the bathroom. She walked inside, looking around for her dress. “My dress...” She mumbled. She turned towards the group of girls coming in with bags and purses. “Where do you hang up dresses around here?”

The redhead smirked. “You don’t. That’s why you bring...” She held up her blue book bag, shaking it. “A bag?”

Cordelia nodded slowly, moving towards the door. “That bitch stole my dress...” She muttered, opening the door and walking out into the auditioning room again. “She stole my new, expensive dress...” Her head lifted, and she looked around. “Angel?”

She blinked, remembering that he had made that embarrassingly awkward shift towards the exit. He was probably uncomfortable around a bunch of girls in skimpy outfits, being a eunuch and all. She moved towards the door out of the club.

“Hey, lady!” A man shouted, waving at her. “You need to get in line for your headshot before you leave!” She ignored him, making her way out of the club and into the street.

The rain hit her face as she walked towards the supermarket parking lot, and she barely noticed it. She continued to move stiffly, as if something else were controlling her. Angel’s Plymouth came into view, the hood protecting the leather interior from the rain.

Angel sat on the hood, the rain hitting his face and hair. He stood as Cordelia approached, the heat intensifying. The red outfit stuck to her skin, the thin fabric making it clear that she had chosen not to wear a bra that day. Strands of her hair hung in her face, raindrops falling from her hair and down the bridge of her nose.

“You were...” He muttered, their eyes meeting as she stopped in front of him. “Brilliant.”

“Angel...” She whispered, her voice barely heard over the noise of the rain. “I don’t feel so good-” He reached over, his fingers touching the back of her hand lightly. The slight touch was too much, and they both leaned forward, their lips meeting.

Cordelia jerked away immediately, staring at Angel with wide eyes. “What are we doing?” She asked hoarsely.

Angel’s hands moved over her hips, gently touching her back. She gasped at the feel of his cold fingers, and the simple sound was enough to arouse him. “What do you think we’re doing?” He whispered, his lips brushing against hers. The heat grew in his body, and he let out a shuddering breath. “I don’t feel so good either...”

“We need to get back to the hotel.” She replied in a shaking voice, pulling away. “Now.”

He nodded quickly, pointing to the car. “Let’s go.”

She backed up, Angel’s hand trailing over her back, her hip, her hand. She hesitated as his fingers rested over her hand, and in one move, she had clutched his fingers and he had gripped her hand, pulling her to him. She gasped as he pressed her against his chest, their faces so close their noses were touching.

“What’s happening to us?” She asked, her hand gripping his jacket tightly.

“Who cares...” He hissed, pressing his mouth against hers. She moaned against his mouth, opening her lips as his tongue slipped through. He swung them both around, grabbing Cordelia’s hips and lifting her on top of the hood. Her legs immediately wrapped around his waist, her hands clumsily peeling off his wet duster.

His hands moved between her legs, his fingers pressing against the inside of her thighs as he spread her legs further apart. She moaned at his touch so close to her core, her hips moving against his. He jerked off his jacket, letting it drop to the wet pavement as he moved his assault to her neck, pushing her back against the hood.

Cordelia gasped as his tongue darted out and tasted her skin, salty from the rain and sweat. His mouth- and tongue- ran down her neck to her chest, his trail disappearing in the raindrops that fell on her skin. Her back arched as he pressed his lips harder between her breasts, his chin moving the fabric of her costume down.

Her hands ran over his shoulders and down his chest as they made their way to his pants. His hands bumped into hers as he attempted to unfasten the button above the zipper, nearly faltering as her hands ran over his erection. He hissed, moving his mouth off her skin.

He straightened up, grabbing Cordelia’s legs and pulling her body up so she pressed against him. His hand fumbled forward, getting a grasp of her hair as he pulled her up. Her teeth nipped at his lower lip as he pushed off the hood of the car, Cordelia following like a snake to its charmer.

Angel’s hands felt their way down Cordelia’s body, stopping at her hips. He gripped them tightly until she gasped at the pressure, and spun her around. His hand pressed against her lower back as he pushed her against the hood, and she let out a sharp breath, her head lifting to gaze at him. He lowered his head, kissing her hard as his hands tugged down at her pants.

She aided him, yanking down her pants and underwear. She immediately grew wetter than she already was- she knew what was coming. Rain hit her back and ass as she attempted to straighten up, but Angel quickly pushed her down again, bending over so his chest pressed against her back, his lips on her neck.

His hands unzipping his pants, pushing down his boxers so his erect penis was out. His hands moved forward, spreading Cordelia’s legs apart and getting a moan out of her. His fingers slipped inside her, feeling how wet she was. Her hips twitched against his hand, wiggling in an attempt to make his fingers go in deeper.

He pulled his fingers out, a moan barely escaping her lips before he thrust himself inside her. A groan of relief seeped out of both of them, Cordelia’s knees buckling under the sensation. He hissed loudly, his mouth resuming his attack on her neck as he started to move inside her slowly.

Cordelia gritted her teeth and pushed her hips up with each thrust, the pads of her fingers pressing against the hood. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through her body, her arms shaking as she pressed her hands harder against the hood.

The hood was slippery underneath them, and Angel kept both hands on Cordelia’s hips as he moved in her. Her breaths came in gasps with each stroke, and he felt her squeeze on his cock each time. He started to pound harder, his grip tightening on her hips.

She let out a faint cry of surprise, her hips jerking hard against his. Her knees bent and straightened as she attempted to meet every thrust from her position. His groans behind her let her know she was doing fine. He gripped her hair, pulling her head up. Their lips locked in a heated embrace, both of their tongues darting out and assaulting the other.

He started to move faster, the other hand moving from her hips to her center, and he started to stroke her with his fingers. She moaned against his mouth, her hips bucking against his. The rain started to fall harder on top of them.

Angel felt the heat in him intensify as he pounded into her, his fingers rubbing her clit harder and faster with each thrust. Her head dropped against the hood as he continued to stroke and move in her, the pleasure growing.

He felt her clench over him at a quicker pace and he moved harder, trying to get her to climax. His fingers ran down her clit and she screamed, her body coiling against the pressure. He gave another stroke as he thrust hard and felt her orgasm come over her. She let out cries of pleasure, her fingers and toes curling as he continued to drive into her hard.

His hand darted forward, clutching her hand in his as he felt himself beginning to lose all control. Her free hand reached in behind, gripping Angel’s hips and forcing him against her. He groaned loudly, climaxing hard. He felt the heat leave him as his thrusts slowed.

Cordelia breathed hard, her forehead pressed against the hood of the car, her hair matted against her skin. Angel lay on top of her, weakly propping his body up on his elbows. His forehead touched her neck as he regained his composure, and she released his hip, her hand dropping limply at her side.

He finally lifted himself off of her, backing away a few steps. His hands shook as he zipped up his pants, bending over to pick up his jacket. Cordelia pulled up her pants weakly, hobbling over to the passenger side, opening the door and climbing inside. Angel shook his head, moving hastily through the rain to the driver’s seat, climbing inside and slamming the door shut.

Silence filled the car as Angel began to drive towards the hotel. Cordelia coughed faintly, pushing her hair out of her face. After a moment, she shook her head, drips of water flying off her face. Angel placed his hand over his chin, swiping upwards and pushing his damp hair off his forehead.

“We won’t speak of this again.” Angel spoke abruptly, nodding to himself. “It- it was a spell. It had to be.”

“A spell.” Cordelia repeated hastily, nodding. “We don’t even have to remember it...it’s completely null and void because it was a spell.”

“Right.”

“Right.”

Angel peered over at Cordelia out of the corner of his eye, watching her. The exhaustion began to creep up on him again, the drain filling him. He still couldn’t drive the feeling that had washed over him during their encounter- he had felt energetic, alive...not dead. Spell or not, he had a new craving.

He suddenly reached over, his hand slipping between Cordelia’s legs. She stiffened up, staring down at his hands before glancing up at him. He stared at her, licking his lips slowly. “We’ll forget...after this.” He began to stroke her clit, slow, but hard.

"Angel..." Her breathing immediately began to quicken- her body still sensitive from the last run-in. She gripped his wrist in what felt like an attempt to remove his hand, but as soon as she had grabbed him, her body had betrayed her and she released him. His fingers slipped under her panties and into her while his thumb played with her clit. "Angel...Angel...Angel..."

Cordelia’s legs spread and her back arched as his strokes grew harder and faster, the orgasm quickly approaching. He pressed hard on her clit, feeling her contract on his fingers and he thrust his fingers in deeper at the same time he pressed down with his thumb.

He felt his body heat up, and this time it wasn’t whatever spell was over him before. He felt awake- he wasn’t tired...he was alive. Feeling her warmth sent waves of heat over his body and made him rub harder.

She let out a sharp scream, her eyes closing tightly as her hips jerked against his hand. Her teeth clenched together as she came, her shoulders slouching as his strokes subdued. She breathed hard, opening his eyes. His hand slipped away, moving back to the wheel.

Cordelia peered at him, licking her lips. “Forgotten.” She breathed.

“Yep.” He replied quietly.

The Plymouth pulled up in front of the Hyperion. Angel pulled the key out of the ignition and stepped out of the car. Cordelia climbed out, following Angel to the front door.

Wesley looked up as the door opened to the hotel, Cordelia and Angel walking in, soaked to the bone. His eyes fell upon Cordelia, dressed in an Indian costume, and Angel dragging his jacket by the collar. “Where were you two?”

“Audition.” Cordelia mumbled, inhaling shakily.

The Watcher observed them as they both collapsed on the couch. They not only looked very wet, they looked very shaken. “Are you alright?”

“Oh, yeah.” Angel muttered, leaning back into the couch and closing his eyes.

Wesley nodded slowly. “How was the audition? Did it go well?”

“Yes.” They replied in unison.

“So...” He trailed off, seeing the two were in no mood to talk. “I-I guess I’ll get back to work- let you two settle in.”

“Uh huh.” They replied.

Wesley moved into the office, closing the door behind him. Angel waited a few seconds before letting out a sigh. “Do you think they’ll call?”

Cordelia licked her lips, closing her eyes as she slumped in her seat. “Who cares...”

End.