Title: Maxim
Author: nc2224
Posted: 07-20-2003
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Rating: NC-17
Category: Smut
Content: C/A
Summary: Angel figures out just what kind of pictures are in Maxim magazine.
Spoilers: Ats season 1. This occurs the summer after season 1, when Angel is living with Cordelia.
Disclaimer: The characters in the Angelverse were created by Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit is made.
Distribution: NF, anywhere else...just ask.
Notes: Angel's soul is secure. No explanation...just because I decided it was. The idea for this fic came from CC's pics in FHM magazine.
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Thanks/Dedication:"Eeeeee!!" Cordelia squealed as she entered her apartment, disrupting the quiet that had previously enveloped the room.
Startled from reading, Angel pulled himself up from his reclined position on the sofa as Wesley's head popped up from his continuing translations of the scroll. Exchanging questioning glances, both Wesley and Angel looked to the girl dancing around the room, bursting with energy and obviously ecstatic about something.
"Oh my god you will not believe what happened to me. It's the best thing ever!" Turning her 100 watt smile from one man to the next, she didn't wait for their response. "You'll never guess. They want to photograph me! Can you believe it. Me! Eeeeee!" She was practically bouncing off the walls.
"Who Cordelia?" Wesley inquired, unable to contain his growing excitement.
"Maxim!"
"What's Maxim?" Angel asked confused looking from Wesley to Cordelia for clarification.
"Ummm..." Cordelia began hesitantly, looking to Wesley for help. This had to be handled very delicately.
With a polite cough, Wesley buried his nose once again in the scroll on the table. He knew very well what Maxim was and he wanted no part of this discussion.
"Thanks a lot Wesley" Cordelia hissed in his direction.
Wesley merely chuckled in return. He couldn't wait to see how she explained this one.
Confused, Angel asked again. "What's Maxim?" He had a feeling that Cordelia was hiding something.
"Well, its a magazine. No big deal" Cordelia left a few points out. But only those points that would be extremely important to Angel.
"Cordy that's a very big deal." Rising from the couch he enveloped the brunette in a tight embrace. Mmm, she smelled good and she felt even better. Reluctantly stepping away, he returned her smile.
Relieved that Angel wasn't asking any more questions, she pulled him down on the sofa and began to explain how a simple trip to Starbucks had ended up with the promise of four page layout in the magazine. "...So then she told me that with a figure like mine, I had to pose for them."
Taking a quick perusal of the curvy brunette, Angel exhaled. No argument there.
"Cordy, that's tremendous. We're very proud of you." Wesley interjected. He had seen several issues of the magazine...oh who was he fooling, he had a years subscription, and he knew what it contained. While the models photographed wore some revealing outfits, the pictures were always tasteful. Not that he paid too much attention, he merely bought the magazine for the articles.
"Can you believe it, I'm going to be in Maxim!" She hated to repeat herself, but she could barely believe it herself. Hugging Angel tightly, she continued excitedly, the smile on his face encouraging her to continue. "...I mean millions of men read it every month."
Wesley's sharp intake of breath drew her attention.
"What?" Cordelia asked confused. Wesley merely shook his head in pity for the clueless girl.
"Millions of *men*?" Angel questioned darkly, bringing Cordelia's attention back to the vampire at her side.
Oh shit. Open mouth, insert foot.
"Umm...well..." For the second time that day Cordelia looked to Wesley for some assistance and for the second time, he left her to fend for herself as he looked away casually.
"Cordy, you never did say what type of magazine this was." Angel's fingers tilted her chin, forcing her eyes to his.
Cordy knew she had to tread lightly, Angel would be able to tell if she was lying. So half truths it would have to be.
"Well, it's like..." she had to think of a suitable description that would get her vampire boss off her back. "...like, Cosmo for men." She smiled. Proud of herself for coming up with a suitable and safe comparison.
Angel wasn't letting it go. "I don't remember any men in Cosmo?"
"Angel, you've seen my Cosmo. Of course there are pictures of men in there. Why else would women buy it?" she spoke slowly as if talking to a child. Granted the men in Cosmo were usually in thumbnail size shots alongside some article about how to catch/keep your man and she, in turn, would be plastered across four whole pages. But, when all else fails, twist the facts and fluster the vampire.
"Yeah, I guess."
"Well, its the same thing." She blatantly lied.
"Ha." Both vampire and seer turned to stare at Wesley, startled by his sudden outburst. "Sorry, sorry." Wesley muttered. The glare he was receiving from Cordelia promised in no uncertain terms imminent death if he contradicted her.
Pulling his eyes away from Wesley, Angel offered congratulations to his seer once again. "You'll be great, I know it."
Angel was still wary, but not sure why. Oh well, maybe he would just go down to the shoot with Cordelia and find out exactly what Maxim magazine was all about. How bad could it be?
***
Angel paced the apartment like a caged animal, alternating between being extremely fucking pissed and extremely fucking turned on. Images of what he had seen as he stood in the shadows of Cordelia's photo shoot were burned into his brain. And, God, what she was wearing?...it was like no other cowgirl he had ever seen. Well, maybe similar to that time he stopped in Reno...
Wesley had tried to discourage him from going down to the studio, but he had insisted, leaving behind a flustered Wesley who was hastily gathering his belongings when Angel left her apartment. Angel thought his behavior strange, but now...oh, now everything made sense. The traitor knew exactly what kind of pictures his seer was modeling for and decided to get the hell out of dodge. Angel laughed bitterly. Considering the western theme that had been so prevalent throughout his day, the thought was strangely ironic. Tomorrow Wesley would pay dearly, but tonight, his anger belonged entirely to one person...Cordelia.
***
Angel heard her soft footsteps approach the door, but refused to move from his position on the couch. His anger had not diminished in the hours he sat waiting for her return. But neither had his desire for his seer.
He had only the thoughts of her, moving effortlessly for the camera, mimicking each command the photographer had given her perfectly. Her body moving sensuously to the music, nothing more than painted on white leather gloving her ass and molding itself to her strong calves and a feather boa barely concealing her nipples, leaving her toned stomach and the curve of her breast exposed. But it was the Îcome hither' look in her hazel eyes from beneath the brim of the white Stetson that had Angel shifting to relieve the tension of his increasing arousal.
His thoughts turned back to the present and the willful brunette trying to slip into the apartment unnoticed. He watched through the darkness as she tip toed past the sofa towards her bedroom, in an attempt not to wake the Îsleeping' vampire.
"How was the shoot?" Flicking on the lamp on the side table, he could see that he had startled her. Good.
"Umm...fine." Her hazel eyes flicked to his, capturing his gaze for a brief moment before darting away. She refused to meet his penetrating stare.
Angel watched for a moment as she fidgeted, shifting her weight from one foot to the next, her hand going to twist nervously in a chocolate strand that framed her face. God. She looked so innocent and beautiful. So different than at the photo shoot, but still painfully beautiful. Gone was the dark charcoal that had lined her eyes and the deep ruby color that painted her lips. Her face scrubbed clean, leaving behind her naturally glowing skin and soft lips shimmering with a hint of gloss, begging to be devoured.
He couldn't deny it anymore he wanted her, needed her. Desperately. And now, so would every other man in the fucking country! His anger was rejuvenated.
No longer able to stand still, nervous energy propelled Cordelia to the kitchen for a glass of water. She had to do something to get away from the intense vampire, whose dark gaze, glazed with a touch of anger, did delicious things to her, stirring feelings that only happened in her dreams from the electric blue stare of one Brad Pitt.
Gulping down the cool liquid, Cordelia hoped it would help to calm the heat that radiated throughout her body, causing her skin to blush. Placing the glass in the sink, she turned, running into to Angel's solid frame blocking her path.
"Geez, Angel. Give me a heart attack why don't you." She tried to sound angry, but there was something in Angel's eyes that made butterflies take flight in her tummy.
Smiling wickedly, Angel didn't back away, but moved closer. Using his height to his advantage, he stopped only inches away from the anxious seer. He could hear her rapid heartbeat, as she took a step back, pinning herself between his tall frame and the counter.
"So, when do I get to see these pictures?" The smile never left his face. Angel was going to enjoy making her squirm.
Running a hand through her silky locks, Cordelia exhaled looking everywhere but at the vampire in front of her. "Well, see the thing is..."
With a shake of his head, he silenced her ramblings. He would not be denied. Placing his arms on either side of her slender waist, Angel pressed closer, feeling her soft breasts brush slightly against his chest with each breath she took. Bending down, he captured her darting gaze.
"When, Cordelia?" his tone of his voice left no room for argument.
"Dammit, Angel. You'll see the pictures when the magazine comes out. Just like everyone else." Cordelia shouted. The damn vampire was flustering her and he seemed to be enjoying it. Pushing against his chest, she forced the Angel to retreat. Breathing a sigh of relief, Cordelia tried to get control of her breathing.
Before he could stop himself, Angel's hand grasped her wrist. With a gentle tug, he turned the girl back around. Her hand shot out to steady herself, fisting in the cotton of his shirt
"I'm not just anyone." He whispered darkly. Truth be told, his anger had slowly ebbed away as he took her in. How could anyone *not* want to photograph her? Her beauty was timeless÷demanding to be immortalized for all the world. There was no anger left, only desire and wanting.
"What...what does that mean?" Cordelia gulped nervously.
"It means..." Angel began, throwing caution to the wind, and taking a chance with the girl in his arms. Twisting a dark strand of her silky hair around his finger, he bent closer, whispering against the delicate shell of Cordelia's ear "...I was there."
Hazel eyes widened in shock.
Angel lips twitched in a devilish smile. The look in his eyes was never one Cordelia had seen directed at her before. The intensity of his gaze touched her soul, and tingled in her thighs.
Angel's strong hand pressed against the small of her back, pulling her closer against his sculpted chest. Palming her soft cheek, the vampires eyes locked with hazel ones. "You were beautiful..." Angel whispered. She could feel the feather light caress of his breath against her lips. "...so achingly beautiful."
There was nothing left to be said. Her desire mirrored his own.
His lips descended on hers, and time stood still. Her mouth opened and his tongue swept in, savoring the sweetness within. Her hands drifted to his back, pressing and kneading the muscles that lie beneath his soft skin. Angel moaned into her mouth and her desire for him consumed her.
She couldn't wait, did not want to wait any longer. This feeling...this need had been growing since their initial encounter in L.A. At first she had denied it, refusing to believe that this was real. And then refusing to believe that he could feel the same. But now, there was no denying and no turning back. She wanted him, loved him, like no other.
Gripping the tight muscles of his forearms, Cordelia held on tight as he lifted her effortlessly and moved them both towards the sofa. Never releasing her lips, Angel sat, pulling Cordelia down with him, her long legs straddling his thighs. His hands moving to her waist, Angel shifted her body so her heat was in direct contact with his rapidly hardening erection. Wrapping his arms around her lower back, he swept his tongue into her mouth once again. Passion building, Angel reluctantly pulled away.
"Cordelia..." his voice low and harsh against her well kissed lips. This was all new to them both and everything was happening so quickly. He wanted to take it slow, and ensure that Cordelia regretted nothing. But, he could not deny the storm that was building inside him.
Cordelia looked into his brown eyes, almost black with desire. And concern. Caressing his face, her thumb ran across his soft lips. Cordelia leaned in and gently kissed him.
With a resounding clarity, Cordelia knew what she wanted. "I want this. I want to feel your hands on me. Don't deny me." she whispered against his mouth.
A groan escaped him as she lowered her head and nipped and kissed at his neck, her hands constantly moving along his back and sides. Tangling his hands in the brown silk of her hair he pulled her face to his. "Never" and they crashed together once again.
Angel wanted more, needed more. His fingers went to work on the buttons of her blouse that hid her body from his view. With each button that came undone, Cordelia felt the heat of his touch on her bare skin. She could not contain the sighs of pleasure that escaped her lips. She arched her neck allowing his mouth access. The last button finally opened and Angel's hands moved inside, splaying along her tiny waist and pressing her further onto his hardened member. Her skin was soft and he couldn't get enough. His hands moved with urgency along her sides and back. Their lips remained locked together, Angel mouth swallowing the soft moans that escaped her. One hand moved lower, grasping her ass covered in the soft cotton of her skirt. The other moved along her back, pressing her chest into his. He sucked in a breath at the feel her hardened nipples against his chest.
"God Cordy, what are you doing to me?" his voice straining with passion.
"Well if you don't know, I must be doing something wrong." She felt the rumble of his chest as he laughed, his face buried in her neck, his strong arms hugging her to him.
Lowering her mouth to his ear she whispered, her warm breath sent shivers down his spine. "I love you, Angel. So much." The admission came so easily, it surprised her.
Angel's head snapped up, his eyes locking with hers. The love was undeniable, and that was all the answer Cordelia needed.
"Ditto. Always." He replied with a wink. Cordelia smiled.
His teeth moved to her neck, nipping and biting at the skin there. His tongue and soft kisses soothed the abused flesh. Moving aside the flaps of the shirt, Angel lips descended along her neck, soft kisses peppered her collar bone and continued their descent. With a twist of his fingers, the delicate clasp of her bra was undone, leaving her firm breasts exposed to his view. The nipples stood erect, waiting to be suckled.
"Nnghh" Cordelia moaned loudly and arched her back as she felt the wetness of his tongue on a hardened nipple.
Angel held fast to her lower back, using her stretched position to gain better access to her beautiful breasts and the pebbled tips. His tongue and teeth nibbled and sucked at one pink tip as one hand moved to fondle the other. Cordelia ground her hips further into his, unable to control the heat invading her pelvis.
"Baby..." was all he could manage as he felt her warmth through her panties and his sweats.
Kissing his way up the valley between her breasts, he pulled her face to his.
"Stand up" he whispered against her lips.
With a dazed look in her eyes, she complied. Angel moved her to stand between his thighs. Her hands gripped his shoulders, as his slid up the midline of her body. Over her stomach, between her breasts and over her collarbone. His hands not missing an inch of the skin left exposed by the open shirt. Pushing both the top and bra off her shoulders, Cordelia stood before him in only her skirt, panting softly, her chest rising and falling with each breath.
"You're stunning."
Her eyes fluttered open slightly at his compliment. Smiling down at him she watched as his lips kissed across the flat plane of her stomach. Her lids, heavy with passion, drifted closed again. Quickly pulling the skirt from her body, Angel hooked his thumbs in the sides of her panties, slowly pulling the soft material down her legs and tossing it to the side. Now she was beautifully nude before him. If possible his cock stiffened further at the sight, and the knowledge that no one else in the world would ever see her like *this* aroused him further. This beauty was for his eyes only.
Gripping her waist Angel switched there positions in a quick motion. Cordelia now sat on the sofa, his cool touch did nothing to soothe the heat spreading in her womb. Angel kneeled between her legs, pushing her thighs apart leaving her completely open to him. Level with the apex of her thighs, Angel groaned at the sight of her, the bikini wax leaving her totally bare and smooth. Cordelia felt the barest whisper of a caress as his mouth descended on her. His tongue flicked at her engorged clit and Cordelia's mind spiraled. The nerves in her body tingled. She was nothing but pleasure. His tongue, teeth, and mouth worked to bring her to the brink of ecstasy, only to move away and leave her wanting. Angel brought his hands up, pushing her thighs further apart. Cordelia struggled against him, her moans growing louder as she gripped Angel's head, pressing him closer to her. She struggled to close her legs at the pleasure, but still Angel insisted, using his strength to keep her spread wide for him as he nibbled at her like a delicious peach.
"Come for me, Cordelia. Let me taste you" And his mouth descended again. His tongue relentless on her clit. Angel could feel the tension in her body build, and continued, sucking and nibbling at her. Cordelia's nerves coiled, the pleasure building to a fine point, as if she was standing at the edge of cliff. And then, with a final flick of his tongue on her sensitive bud, she exploded. "Angel!" Vibrant colors burst behind her lids, arching her back and holding fast to his head, Cordelia rode out the storm, allowing the tremors to overtake her body.
Angel continued his ministrations as her body trembled. Her essence coated his tongue with a wonderful flavor that was pure Cordelia. Placing soft kisses on the inside of her thighs, Angel caressed her hips and stomach, feeling the sheen of perspiration that coated her skin. He could hear her labored breathing as she tried to regain her equilibrium. With his hands on her waist, Angel pulled her relaxed body up into a sitting position. She was absolutely beautiful with her chest heaving, her mouth slightly open and her eyes closed. "Good?" Angel asked with a satisfied smirk on his face as he moved in to place a whisper of a kiss on her parted lips.
Cordelia's eyes fluttered open to see him kneeling between her long legs, his twinkling brown eyes staring back at her. "Yes" her voice a hoarse whisper tinged with the shyness she felt that Angel÷her Angel!-- was doing this to her. Angel's hands slipped around her back and pulled her to him, sliding her across the seat so his body was cradled between her thighs.
Angel's large hands brushed the dark curtain of hair away from her face, allowing a better view of her hazel eyes. "Taste like peaches" he whispered, the smile never leaving his face as he dropped a kiss on the tip of her nose.
The gentleness of the gesture and the love in his eyes was Cordelia's undoing. It was in that moment that the decision was made. There would be no other man for her. Angel was her love. The admission of that love may be new, but the feelings were a long time coming.
Capturing his mouth with her own, she tasted herself on his lips, and poured everything she felt for him into this one kiss. She wanted to take him inside of her body for all time. With her hands tangled in his hair, she heard him moan, and broke the kiss. Running a finger across those lips that just gave her indescribable pleasure, and looking into his piercing eyes, she finally spoke the words that would forever change things.
"Make love to me Angel." Her breath caressing his mouth, the undeniable desire clearly visible in her eyes.
Angel's heart constricted at her words and he could feel himself grow hard, his erection pressing against the material of his sweats. He had wanted her from the moment he had laid eyes on her at the photo shoot, and if he was honest with himself, he loved and desired her for a lot longer. The acceptance she had offered him, was like nothing he had ever experienced. Still, things were moving quickly. He didn't want her to do anything she would regret...
"Cordy, are you sure? I..." her finger on his lips cut off the rest of his sentence.
"I've never been more sure of anything" She couldn't resist placing a kiss on his lips. They were so soft and gentle. Capturing his gaze with her own, Cordelia spoke again, leaving absolutely no doubt as to what was in her heart. "I want you Angel."
She wanted this and God, so did he. His need for her grew ten-fold as the thought of what they were about to share took hold of him. Gripping her slender waist, Angel rose to his feet, her legs locked around him. "I love you, Cor" he whispered before sliding his lips gently over hers. His passion building as his tongue tasted every crevice of her mouth, he walked with her to her bedroom, leaning over the large bed he lowered them both gently to the mattress.
Lying at her side, nuzzling her temple Angel let his hand trail over her body renewing the heat in her womb that was spreading like fire throughout her body. With a thigh firmly between her legs, his rough hands moved from her throat, the back of his knuckles grazing her hardened nipples. "Oh God" her voice a harsh whisper, her back arching instinctively into his touch. Attacking her mouth with his own, he continued his ministrations, the weight of his hands pressing into her soft abdomen. Cordelia could smell the scent of her desire in the air, the slickness between her legs coating her thighs. The thought that Angel could as well, heightened her arousal. He was devouring her, and she couldn't get enough. Her inexperience forgotten, she was willing to open herself to him and let him guide her to the ecstasy she knew awaited her.
Angel's hands had a will of their own. He had to see and touch every inch of her beautiful body. A body that he would soon know in the most intimate way. Not satisfied with only the feel of her skin beneath his fingers, his mouth descended, capturing a pebbled nipple between his teeth. He could hear her moans increasing as his tongue flicked across the hardened peak. The tightness in his groin was almost painful. But he wanted to extend her pleasure, thus extending his own. His hand moved lower, over her pelvic bone settling in the heat between her thighs, her thighs parted further. The wetness coated his fingers as he parted her folds and allowing a finger to dip into her passage. Angel groaned at the heat and the tightness of her body as her inner muscles contracted around him. Capturing a nipple once again, Cordelia cried out at the combined efforts of his mouth and hands on her body.
"Angel, please.." her hands tangled in his hair, pulling his mouth back to her own. "Baby, I need you naked." Her eyes were dark with heated desperation. He could not deny her any longer.
With his hands on either side of her, Angel pressed himself up from her body, only their mouths kept them locked together. With a final sweep of his tongue along her lips, he stepped away from the bed. Standing with his torso bare, he looked into her eyes as she lay on the bed, her body laying in wait for his return. Angel's hands moved to the top of his sweats, quickly discarding the final barrier between them.
Cordelia had patched him up a million times and had seen him in nothing more than a towel after a shower, but she had never seen him like this. Never like this. She was stunned temporarily with awkward insecurity. Butterflies danced deep in her gut, as she stared silently at the man she called her best friend. Never had she seen such a beautiful man. His rugged features, were in need of a shave, and his broad shoulders, were beautifully pale from the moons glow. Her gaze wandered over his nude form, across his sculpted chest and defined stomach, settling on the turgid member that was huge and hard with want. Blinking in surprise, for a brief moment Cordelia wondered if what they were about to do was even going to be possible.
Scooting to the edge of the bed, Cordelia had seen, now she needed to touch. Reaching out hesitantly, she was once again overcome with doubt. Angel was damn near an expert with over 250 years of sexual experiences to guide him. She on the other hand had one night that she would rather not remember. Seeing her hesitation, Angel trailed a finger down to her chin, bringing her eyes up to meet his. "We can take is slow", his voice soft with understanding.
The tension in her body dissipated, leaving only her overpowering need. Her fingers and palms stroked down hard muscle covered by smooth skin. Looking up at him, she reveled in the carnal desire revealed in his downcast eyes. All inhibitions gone, Cordelia smiled and leaned in.
"Cordy," Angel moaned, his body tensed at the sudden wet warmth that surrounded him. The fingers were now clutching on his backside pulling him closer and deeper into her mouth, scorching him with the heat of her tongue. Squeezing the base of his cock gently, she felt him buck further into her mouth. His hands clutched at her hair, the strands twisting around the forming fists. Looking down, Angel groaned at the sight of his hard organ steadily moving between Cordelia's full lips.
With her hands still stroking him, Cordelia released him from her mouth. "I want you to come inside me." her voice nothing more than a whisper tinged with anticipation and a little fear. Angel closed his eyes, desperately trying to maintain control and ward off the orgasm that was threatening at her erotic words.
Lying Cordelia back on the bed, Angel blanketed her with his cool body.. He parted her legs and settled his body snugly in between her thighs, the weight of him enveloping Cordelia completely and pressing her smaller frame into the mattress. The wetness of her center coated his rigid organ. Her smooth legs moved along his sides, her feet brushing his hard calves. Shifting slightly, Angel took her delicate hand in his, wrapping it around his erection, and had her guide him to her center. He lie there rigid, poised, ready to join with her in the most primal way known, but he wanted to her to tell him that she wanted this.
Cordelia saw the silent question in his eyes. "Yes" she whispered in answer.
And Angel pressed forward. The heat of her extremely tight passage wrapped around him. The growing pressure of Angel pushing slightly inside of her, had Cordelia gasping for air, her eyes closed in discomfort. Hearing her whimper, Angel stilled his movements leaving only the tip of his turgid member inside of her. Angel brushed her dark mane away from her face. "Open your eyes, baby" he whispered against her ear, needing that connection in this moment. Slowly her eyes opened to his. Dropping butterfly kisses on her face, Angel felt the coiled tension fade from her body. Eyes locked with hers, he began to push once again. He could feel her nails in his back and hear her rapid breaths as she began to open for him.
Capturing her lips with his own, he devoured her. Keeping control of her mouth, his tongue swept in, tasting her. Then she moaned, her body relaxing into the feeling of his mouth on hers. Angel used the moment and let the weight of his hips press into her, sheathing himself completely inside her slick walls.
In that instant nothing could have prepared Cordelia for both the intense pleasure and the intense discomfort of his body inside of hers. She had no idea it could be like this. Wilson Christopher had nothing on her vampire.
Swallowing Cordelia's cries, he lay still, allowing her body to adjust to the loving intrusion.
"Baby, are you okay?" Angel questioned softly, stroking her hair gently. He knew Cordelia was not a virgin after that disastrous debacle with that idiot Wilson. And he had assumed there were others, and that the cheerleader had merely kept these encounters away from her overly protective and possessive vampire best friend. But now as he watched the flash of pain cross her face, he knew just how wrong he was and how new this all was to her. Jesus, she was only nineteen, and while Cordy may exude a womanly knowledge, in this she was innocent.
She lay completely still, concentrating on the gentle caress of Angel's lips as he trailed kisses across her face. The throb began to diminish and she allowed her eyes to open slightly. "Mmm hmm" was all she could manage in reply.
Cordelia traced her fingers along his face, his deep brown eyes looking back with patience and love. The feel of Angel on top of her, inside of her, filling her completely was so intense. "Kiss me". He did. The added feeling of his tongue in her mouth, had Cordelia rocking her hips up to his. Taking that as a sign, Angel shifted his hips, going deeper pressing against her cervix.
"Oh Angel...please" Cordelia whispered, her nails scouring the broad expanse of his back. Angel pulled away and pressed forward again and again. Each stroke slow and deep, gently opening her to him. Angel reveled in both the sighs of pleasure and the whimpers of slight pain at his deep penetration, that floated up to him from her parted lips--satisfying both his soul and his demon. She was his in every way.
"Open up for me, baby" Angel moaned. Her breathing labored, Cordelia spread her legs wider, taking him further inside her body. "That's it, Cor." He whispered, leaning in his tongue explored her mouth, setting a rhythm that matched his thrusts. Their sweat slicked bodies moved as one, his strokes coming harder and faster.
With one hand clutching the headboard, Cordelia stroked her other down over the straining muscles of his back to his hips, pressing him deeper. The sparks in her belly began to spread, envelope her. The pleasure was too intense. She was going to splinter into a thousand pieces. She couldn't stop the rush, but still his hips rocked, her body impaled on his. "Angel, please" she begged on a whimper, unsure if she was pleading for a reprieve or for him to continue. It didn't matter, Angel dipped his head taking a tiny pink nipple between his teeth, causing his back to arch and his cock to find its deepest penetration His tongue flicked across the tip, and her body splintered, her mouth open on a silent cry.
Angel felt her muscles contract around him, her passage almost impossibly tight. The pressure of her body surrounding him and the exquisite sight of her beneath him, eyes shut tightly, her cries of pleasure caught in her throat, was his undoing. As her body trembled below him, he grasped her ass, tilting her hips, and pressed deeply, emptying himself into her newly awakened body.
The vampire's exhausted body slumped against her, his face buried in her neck. The soothing hands running along his back, relaxed his body further. The realization that he was smushing the slender brunette beneath him, made Angel shift away from her embrace.
"That was amazing", the sated ex-cheerleader whispered, as she turned and snuggled in Angel's embrace.
Running his hands through her thick hair, as he looked down into her twinkling eyes, he definitely had to agree. "Yes it was." Leaning in Angel captured her lips in a languid kiss. Hands wandering, they lapsed into a comfortable silence.
But a thought occurred to Cordelia. Tilting her head, she looked up at the vampire on the cusp of a well-deserved nights sleep. "So...you're not... upset about the pictures?" she asked cautiously, biting lightly on her bottom lip as she awaited his answer. She was proud of the photos and the spread in Maxim, but she wanted him to be proud of her as well.
A low growl rumbled through his chest as he thought back to the sight of his seer at the photo shoot. He still wasn't sure he wanted the rest of the free world seeing that much of the lush body that he now held firmly in the circle of his arms.
Looking down at her, her bright hazel eyes looking expectantly at him, hoping that he wasn't mad, wanting desperately for him to be happy for her. Angel knew in that moment that she was truly his, and that he had something that no one else would ever touch.
And he couldn't deny that she looked fucking hot at the shoot.
Tucking an unruly strand of hair behind her ears, Angel pressed a soft kiss against her lips. "How can I be upset when they get the fantasy, and I'm holding the reality?"
End.