Title: A Catchy Tune
Author: LisaMarie514
Posted: 11-11-2004
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Rating: PG-13
Category: Humour
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Summary: Vision of Angel dripping wet in a Towel
Spoilers: Season 1 Rm w/a Vu
Disclaimer: The characters in the Angelverse were created by Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit is made.
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Thanks/Dedication:Shaking his head, Angel watched Cordelia take over his apartment, starting with the bathroom. Glancing over to the open door, he realized he was supposed to get her bags. Adjusting his towel that seemed to be hanging on by luck alone, he moved out to the hall and grabbed her bag, surprised at how heavy it was and examined it closely. The last thing he wanted was anything with "creepy antlers" staying long term.
"Wonder how long term Cordelia is planning on staying?" Angel thought to himself, closing the door and pushing the lock in place.
He looked at the couch and cringed that it looked pretty short, and went to put her bag next to it. She wasn't all that tall, she'd fit fine on the couch. Setting the bag down, he looked towards the bathroom door.
"...oh I will Survive! la la la ...oh I know I'm still alive...I've got all my life to live..."
Angel frowned, thinking that as pretty as Cordelia might be, she never could quit her day job to take up singing.
He leaned over to the record player, and placed the arm back on the turning record, starting the calming sounds of Beethoven's ‘Ode to joy’ turning up the sound slightly louder than before.
"God I hope that song doesn't get stuck in my head" Angel thought, as he headed back to his bedroom to put on something more than a towel.
***
Cordelia grabbed her tolietries bag and headed down the hall to Angel's shower. She was on a mission, and it involved non-brown, very hot water.
Cordelia walked quickly down the dark hallway and opened the bathroom door, stepping into the warm bathroom, the steam still fogging the mirror. She turned and closed the door to the bathroom, keeping the residual heat in, she'd have to talk to Angel about being less cheap with the heat while she crashed at his place.
She looked around and saw that it was the cleanest guy's bathroom she had ever been in. There were clean towels on the rack, and the white tiles on the floor, while worn, looked freshly scrubbed.
While not the ideal solution, she was certainly not going to stay at Doyle's. Plus highly doubtful that Doyle's bathroom was this clean. It was so good of Angel to let her stay there, and even give up his bed. The couch looked long enough for him, and if not he could always just let his legs dangle over the edge.
"Hey was he in a towel?? hmm hope he didn't use all the hot water?" Cordelia pondered, and then reached in and turned on the shower to get the hot water going.
She was so happy at the thought of being clean as she slipped out of her clothes and under the hot spray of the shower.
First it started as a hum, and then her brain gave up and happiness took over, and she started singing whole heartedly.
"...oh I will Survive! la la la ...oh I know I'm still alive...I've got all my life to live..."
Before she could get to the next verse she heard the sounds of old fashioned music passing through the bathroom door from the living room.
Cordelia shook her head, now she would never get that old music out of her head. She'd have to discuss that with Angel if they were going to live together for any amount of time.
Ends.