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25 September 2005 @ 09:22 pm
 
"So, Angel, I have a thing, you have a thing... Maybe we could both have a-- Ugh." I groaned, stabbing the elevator button with one finger. What the hell was I doing? What was I thinking come to think of it? I'd taken the kids out with Wesley, gone out to get ice cream and have the big kind of break for the life-affirming conversations with Angel that seemed to get interrupted at, oh, every turn.

I'd been so determined to get out of Wolfram and Hart earlier this week. It wasn't me, I'd told myself, I was on a different road.

Except that was the thing about being in love with someone. Your roads? They kinda meshed. And it didn't matter whether he was the head of some evil law firm or running a little pig farm down in New Jersey, your paths? Were meshing. And there wasn't a thing you could do about it.

I didn't come to that realisation easily. I never really did anything easy as far as Angel was concerned. Hell, two years ago and Groo knew I loved him way before I did - but things had got in the way. Things like-- Like higher beings and wayward sons and certain people going evil and falling into comas and dying and stuff.

See what I mean? It was like life was permanently a hard way between me and Angel, there was always something getting in the way. Except today? I was kinda stepping around that. I was cheating, I guessed. I wasn't sure what path the Powers wanted me on. I knew I'd been sent back and I still had the visions but since the only vision that had guest-spotted in my head had told me about Angel's decision to work here? I wasn't sure what the hell was going on there.

The only thing I knew today was that I was riding up in the elevator of doom (okay, so I was being a little dramatic) on my way to tell Angel that I loved him. Loved him. As in really loved him. As in had loved him forever just hadn't realised how much 'til now.

Oh God.

The elevator doors slid open and I was rewarded with darkness. I'd already had Wesley's assistant call ahead and make sure he wasn't in a meeting or whatever, had it confirmed from Harmony that his schedule was all free that afternoon. Angel was mine until at least later that evening in which I'd have enough time to spank my inner moppet and actually tell him how I felt-- And he was still sleeping?

I headed into his bedroom, saw his sleeping form tangled up in the covers and threw open the drapes (seriously, what was with the drapes still?), knowing damn fine that he couldn't burn up into a crispy fry with his necro-tempered glass or whatever.

"You're still sleeping?" I demanded, loudly, "It's like mid-day, Angel, geez!" Sometimes? It was like being in love with the worlds oldest teenager. And we'd not be saying that thought out loud yet.

"Did something crawl in here and die?" I asked, wrinkling my nose. Stale alcohol. Eww.


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Angel: In the Sun - Huh?_faceofanangel_ on September 25th, 2005 11:25 pm (UTC)
Spike left.. sometime. I really couldn't tell anyone when he left or actually since I was busy passing out after about the third or was it fourth bottle of.. what had we been drinking exactly? Hell if I remember. The only thing I do remember is that for some reason at the time I didn't find Spike so repulsive as I normally did. Though now? If he happened to walk through that door I'd give him a good hard slug in the jaw.

If I could actually get off this bed to do so, that is.

When I first opened my eyes, I found myself on my bed instead of the couch which was where I last pictured myself being. Had Spike put me here or had I somehow managed to get over to the bed by myself? Groaning, I attempted to sit up but immediately fell back on the bed when my head started to pound and my eyes didn't seem to be focusing on any one thing in the room. Instead, I simply pulled the covers up to my shoulders and tried to block out the light that tried to get through the already closed drapes.

I would've gone back to sleep if I hadn't heard the elevator on the other side of the room and a very loud voice coming from the general area. Maybe whoever it was would still think I was asleep. Right? Right.

"You're still sleeping? It's like mid-day, Angel, geez!"

Good god! Did she have to yell so loudly? At an unfamiliar sound I opened my eyes only to groan and squint at the light that blinded me through the windows. I brought my hand to my face and tried to shield my eyes to the light, but it didn't seem to be working all that well.

"Did something crawl in here and die?"

Frowning, I lifted my head to look at her. What? Oh, that. "Besides me?" I asked with a very groggy sounding voice. Damn. My head hit the pillow again with what felt like a thud and I rubbed my forehead with my hand. "What time is it?"
Cordelia Chase: laughing_visiongirl_ on September 25th, 2005 11:35 pm (UTC)
I stood in the middle of his room, hands on my hips as I stared at him. What the hell had he been drinking last night and didn't vampires have some, like, weird constitution that meant they didn't get drunk as fast? Jeez! He looked -- and smelled, ironically -- like he'd gone swimming in a brewery.

"Did something crawl in here and die?" I asked, deciding that that smell was just way too icky for words. Since when did Angel drink? Or, better question, since when did Angel drink that much that he kinda forgot to wake up in the morning. I mean, fine, CEO of Hell Inc but he had responsibilities, right?

"Besides me? What time is it?" He asked, groaning.

"Top of the afternoon to you too, oh Broody one," I told him, rolling my eyes, "What the hell did you--"

Oh. My. God. Oh my-- Oh. I blinked furiously, my eyes drawn to where the sheet had slipped. Did he realise-- Oh jesus, he didn't realise-- And I had never seen that much of Angel, not even at the ballet when--

"I'm only alive when you're inside me."

Shit. Shit. Shit.

"Uh, Angel, about the naked thing?" I squeaked. I was going to hell. Here he was dying from some hangover and all I could do was stare. At my best friend. The guy I loved but hadn't told.

Naked! Damn, he was hot... Salty goodness. Oh my God.
Angel: Sleeeeepy Angelmr_angel on September 26th, 2005 02:56 am (UTC)
"Top of the afternoon to you too, oh Broody one. What the hell did you--"

Groaning again, I tried sitting up to look at her but all that got me was a spinning bed. I fell back down on the pillow. Moving around a bit on the bed, I raised up a knee and tried to will myself out of this bed. How many drinks had I actually had last night? Good god, I couldn't remember the last time I'd been this hungover. The drunk part of the night I remembered at random, but the morning was coming in loud and clear.

I might've been alright with Cordelia being here, but did she have to be so damn loud? What was with her being so loud this early-.. okay maybe not early. But have some consideration for a vampire who just woke up with the world's worst hangover.

"What do you mean what the hell-."

"Uh, Angel, about the naked thing?"

Naked? Who's naked? Was she naked because I never remember anything about me being- Naked! Oh god. My eyes popped open and I quickly sat up in the bed, jerking the sheet back over my apparently now naked body. Shit. What the hell?! I didn't-.. huh? God, if Spike-.. "Uh..sorry." I said squinting in her direction. "I'm, uh.. well, I'm not sure how I-..sorry."

Well, if that wasn't a nice way to wake up from a hangover. Leaning against the headboard, I closed my eyes and groaned again trying to figure out how exactly I ended up naked on my bed. Also, I was trying to keep myself relaxed enough so my head would stop pounding. Oh, and for when I opened my eyes the room not spinning wouldn't hurt.
__visiongal: cordy angel I'll be there (s4)__visiongal on October 4th, 2005 11:55 am (UTC)
Briefly, I wondered how Angel had come to be in the, uh, state of nakedness he was in. On his bed. In front of me. And sure, I'd seen some of Angel at the ballet but-- Not that much. And I seriously couldn't remember other parts of him being that, well, nice.

I watched him as he squinted at me, apologising for giving me only the best view I'd had since I'd been brought back to life (what? He was hot!) and shook my head. "Who the hell were you drinking with last night?" I asked, because he couldn't really be that drunk and have decided to just crack open a bottle on his own, could he?

I waited for a moment and when he didn't answer, I sighed, heading into his big-ass bathroom. He probably had every painkiller known to manpire and demon in there, and I would know.

I took a couple of Vicodin from his top shelf, got him a glass of water and headed back into his bedroom again, sitting down carefully at his side. "Here." I told him, holding them out, "You shouldn't actually be getting sympathy from me since it was self-inflicted but--"

I love you so I gotta be nice? Yeah, I wasn't saying that in a hurry. I watched as he downed the pills, not honestly sure if it would have any effect on the hangover or not, and smiled when he looked over at me. "Better?"

Probably not but a girl had to ask.
Angel: Foooood!_faceofanangel_ on October 4th, 2005 08:56 pm (UTC)
I laid there, still more than just a little embarassed but not quite so much as I would've been if my head wasn't pounding and I actually was completely aware of all that was going around me. God, I was going to kill Spike. Seriously. What in the hell had we done last night and why was I in my bed. Naked. With Spike nowhere to be found. Best case scenerio, Spike had left sometime last night, er-- this morning and with me being in the state I was in, undressed - completely for some odd reason - and passed out.. under the covers.. before I had any time or thought of putting something on. Or-- I'd been so out of it that I'd.. forgotten to put on any clothes after I completely undressed myself. Right. I forgot. Exactly.

Again, I had to ask. Why was the the room still spinning and why was my head still pounding like there were multiple rounds of fireworks going off inside of it?

Barely hearing what all else Cordy was saying, I squinted again at the light that she'd so wonderfully let in the room and nearly jumped out of bed when she suddenly reappeared in front of me, handing me something or other. Raising a brow when I finally realized what was in her hand, I just looked at her. "Do you honestly think this is going to do me any good?" Vampire. Medicine? Not hardly. Still, she just stared at me and so I finally took the pills and washed them down with the glass of water she'd also given me. "Thanks," I said more gruff than I'd intended.

"Better?"

Better? Yeah, completely. Sighing, I leaned my head back against the wall while keeping one hand tightly gripped on the bedspread that was the only thing still covering me. "I guess Spike and I had a little too much to drink last night then." Glancing at her and receiving one of her famous looks, I sighed again and shook my head. "Yes, Spike. And yes.. a lot too much to drink."
__visiongal: who died and made you chief?__visiongal on October 14th, 2005 07:20 pm (UTC)
"Do you honestly think this is going to do me any good?"

I raised an eyebrow when he said that, knowing damn fine he hadn't got out of the wrong side of any bed 'cause, hello, still in it.

"Well excuse me, Mr. Cranky Pants," I murmured, shaking my head, "I could always find other ways to make your headache leave. Other, louder ways."

My threat worked because Angel - even though he was still much with the gruff - took the pills and washed them down anyway. It gave me a moment to think. Or at least collect myself after the, uh, view of this morning.

I have a thing, you have a thing, maybe we could both have a--

"I guess Spike and I had a little too much to drink last night then."


Spike? Spike?!

"You were drinking," I repeated slowly, "With Spike?" Okay, so that one was new. Angel and Spike teaming up ala some buddy cop movie and drowning their sorrows together? Eww.

"Yes, Spike. And yes.. a lot too much to drink."

"I'm not judging," I told him, holding up my hands, "I mean, whoever you want to get drunk and naked with is no business of-- Uhm."

Okay, double eww. Now I had thoughts of him getting naked with Spike and I really didn't need that on my conscience today. "I just came up 'cause..."

'Cause I loved him? 'Cause I'd loved him for months and seeing him naked had done nothing to combat that? Sighing, I looked away from him, "Y'know, I actually used to be good at this stuff. Like, really good. Then I got mixed up with Xander and my datability stock plummeted..." But I was getting off course. Why I'd even mentioned Xander was beyond me - it wasn't like those events were actually recent or anything.

"And then there was Groo." I sighed, "Sweet, totally adorable Groo who loved me... He really, actually loved me and all I was doing was trying to make him a carbon copy of someone else a-and then--" I looked at Angel, wondering if I'd been babbling the entire time or whether it just felt that way.

"Y'know, maybe it's not the best time to have this conversation... What with you being hungover and all..." Although maybe it was the best time to have this conversation. Every other time we'd tried something had got in the way, like, Wesley and kids and human Lorne's.
Angel: Let's Talk (Cangel)_faceofanangel_ on October 19th, 2005 02:51 am (UTC)
"You were drinking? With Spike?"

I must've given her some sort of look because the look of.. was that disgust? Or maybe I was expecting one of those long 'ewwws' to come from her mouth very soon. "Yes, Spike. He was up here, annoying the hell out of me as usual. Trying to tell me he knew what I was trying to do here and blah blah blah and-"

"I'm not judging. I mean, whoever you want to get drunk and naked with is no business of-- Uhm."

What? Blinking a couple times, I just stared at her. Was she-.. huh? "No! I wasn't naked last night. Okay, so I might've been when I got in the bed, but we weren't. Naked. Together. Just.. drinking. Lots and lots of drinking. The nakedness came..," When exactly? When I 'forgot' to put something on before getting in the bed last night? When Spike thought he'd play 'undress the CEO'? God. "After," I finished with a slight nod.

"I just came up 'cause..."

Raising a brow at her, I realized I hadn't asked her why she came up here this early. Okay, so maybe it wasn't exactly that early execept for vampires who were naked in bed and had a little too much to drink last night with their grandchilde.

"Y'know, I actually used to be good at this stuff. Like, really good. Then I got mixed up with Xander and my datability stock plummeted..."

Freezing, I just stared at her. We went from admiring my nakedness and talking about how I wasn't naked with Spike last night to her and Xander's date stock? Huh? Where was she going with this?

"And then there was Groo. Sweet, totally adorable Groo who loved me... He really, actually loved me and all I was doing was trying to make him a carbon copy of someone else a-and then--"

Great, Groo. Wonderful follow-me-around-like-a-puppy-dog-and-get-all-the-glory-Groo. No, I wasn't still hung up on that. Alright, besides the incredibly bad timing of showing up at the hotel, the guy wasn't so bad. Really handy with a broadsword when he wasn't using mine. Damn. She was rambling on and I couldn't seem to pay attention like I probably should right now. She was right about the carbon copy. The day she'd decided to put him in my clothes? Yeah.

"Y'know, maybe it's not the best time to have this conversation... What with you being hungover and all..."

Frowning, I looked at her. "What? No, I'm fine," I said sitting up a bit though being careful to keep the sheet fully covering myself. I thought about what she had been saying. Xander, Groo, carbon copy. Wait- "What?" I sat up again, still keeping the sheet over me.

"Wait-.. go back. What are you trying to say, Cordelia?" I suddenly felt the pounding in my head cease for at least a moment. We'd had conversations since she'd been brought back, but for some reason never actually were able to finish them. What with all that was going on around here, people barging in, the girls, Lorne, everything. This wasn't conventional in circumstances, but if we were going to finish all of those conversations one way or another right now, hangover or not I wasn't letting her walk out of this room. "I'm fine," I told her with my voice sounding a little more normal. "What is it?"
_queen_c: cangel quiet conversation // desdemona_x_queen_c on October 19th, 2005 04:21 pm (UTC)
So he was drunk with Spike but he wasn't naked with Spike which was great, actually, because if he was naked with Spike? Well, I didn't really have the inclination to turn my previously non-gay manpire friend straight again.

Not that I couldn't! I mean, I was hot, sure, but-- I realised I was babbling a moment too late. Xander, Groo, carbon copies and Angel was sitting up a little straighter, looking at me like he'd found the vampire equivalent to the Holy Grail or something.

"Wait-.. go back. What are you trying to say, Cordelia?"

I ducked my gaze away from his and shook my head, almost certain that this wasn't the right time. Except that was part of the problem, wasn't it? Every time Angel and I tried to talk about something important we got interrupted. Every time we even came close to saying what we felt there was something there to, like, make us stop or something. There was no 'right time' as far as Angel and I were concerned. Kids, Lorne, Wesley... I loved them all but their timing really sucked lately.

"I-- Maybe we should talk later." I offered lamely, realising that I really did want this talk, I just didn't know what to say to him or anything. "I mean, you're looking pretty--"

"I'm fine. What is it?"

Oh God, it was going to be another one of those conversations, wasn't it? Another one of those conversations where I did all the talking and Angel just sat there and-- Shit.

"I just... It's not..." I got off his bed, suddenly uncomfortable with his state of nakedness and my apparent unease with actually having this conversation. Where was Wesley when you needed him to interrupt, damnit?

"This isn't easy, Angel," I told him, avoiding his gaze, "You'd think it would be 'cause... Well, it's you, y'know? I can tell you anything." And I could tell him anything. I knew that. I'd learned my lesson of keeping things from him with the entire 'demonize me already' scenario, it was just-- I glanced upwards, risked a look at Angel, and in that moment I knew I could do it. I knew I had to.

The only way to go forward was to admit that there was something between us. Admit that I loved him. And it had to be me who took that first step because, let's face it, this was Angel. He had an eternity to spank his inner moppet. I, on the other hand, didn't.

"You're probably wondering why I brought up Groo," I said, folding my arms in front of me. I could do this. I had to. "I guess... I mean... You know he left, right?" Of course, he probably did. This was two years later and we'd seen nothing of the guy for all this time.

Angel nodded and went to say something, but I held up a hand. "Just... Let me finish, okay? I know you don't want to hear it but I loved Groo. I did. He was sweet and funny and he really loved me, it was just--" I took a breath, met his eyes, "There was always something missing, I guess. Something that didn't feel..."

God, this was hard. I hadn't even realised I was clasping my hands together until Angel's gaze dropped to them and then moved back up. I forced my hands to my side and continued. "Groo knew something was up before I ever did. I put it down to you losing Connor or just... Just being your friend but it was more than that. It was always more than that, I-- By the time I realized, it was too late. I was on my way to meet you and then Skip was there and everything got in the way."

I bit my lip and sat down on the end of Angel's bed again, never let my gaze leave his. Now or never. I'd find out the question that had been plaguing me and my non-evil self for the last two years and whether I liked the answer or not? I was going ahead with it. "I'm in love with you, Angel. That's what I've been trying to say in one form or another for the last, well, ever. I love you. A-and I don't know if you feel the same but I guess I owe it to us to give it a shot..."

Oh God. Oh God. I'd said it. I'd done it. And now all I could do was wait.
Angel: Need You (Cangel)_faceofanangel_ on October 20th, 2005 05:50 pm (UTC)
Several scenes quickly flew through my mind of what she couldn't seem to say. There was her finally realizing that this wasn't the place for her and the inevitable goodbye that I never wanted to hear from her. She said before that she'd stay, that she'd make it work but did she have time to think that one over and come to a different conclusion?

Another option was the complete opposite. We'd had more than one conversation since she'd come back about 'our feelings.' But? Those conversations seemed to always be cut short. Connor and Dawn showing up in my office, Wesley bringing the children by, Lorne turning up human - which we still had to look into more - and now. Would we be interrupted again?

If it was the first of the two I'd just as soon have someone interrupt so I could have her stay longer, but as for the second? Did she actually return the feelings I've been trying to keep at bay since I first realized I felt them. I knew she had loved me, or at least I thought she did at one time, but was it really that easy? I think I'd know from experience that it's definately not.

"You're probably wondering why I brought up Groo. I guess... I mean... You know he left, right?"

Nodding a bit I just looked at her, waiting. I did want to know what she meant by bringing up Groo. Of all people she could've mentioned though, he wasn't one I was itching to talk about right now. The days after he showed up at the hotel weren't easy to say the least. Watching her with him when all I wanted was.. well. Opening my mouth to move past the subject of Groo, she held up a hand to stop me.

"There was always something missing, I guess. Something that didn't feel...Groo knew something was up before I ever did. I put it down to you losing Connor or just... Just being your friend but it was more than that. It was always more than that, I-- By the time I realized, it was too late. I was on my way to meet you and then Skip was there and everything got in the way."

Sighing, I glanced down away from her before letting my eyes travel back up to her eyes again. Suddenly I started to feel extremely aware of my current situation. Damn Spike. If it was him who left me like this then-.. God. Here I was half hungover and naked under nothing but a sheet. This would be the time we'd have this conversation. Not the actual times in more comfortable situations. Comfortable enough for others to waltz right in of course.

"I'm in love with you, Angel. That's what I've been trying to say in one form or another for the last, well, ever. I love you. A-and I don't know if you feel the same but I guess I owe it to us to give it a shot..."

I sat there for a moment completely still. What was I waiting for exactly? Hell, for her to laugh at me and say that she wasn't being serious. For someone to barge inside the room and have another 'crisis' for me to deal with. Something. She hadn't just said that she loved me, she'd said that plenty of times in the past. The four words 'I'm in love with you had so much more meaning right now than just the original three that everyone else seemed to raise so much hype over.

Hating still that I was still forced to stay underneath this sheet, I sat up and leaned forward as much as I could. Looking at her, I didn't say anything, smile, or do much of anything for a few seconds that seemed like an eternity. Sighing finally, I looked down and felt a short laugh escape my lips that I couldn't hold back. Reaching forward, I took her hand in both of mine and looked back to her, seriousness in my eyes. "Cordy," I said finally. "That? I've loved you.. been in love with you for.. God, I don't know how long it's really been." My face fell for just a moment, reliving the memory in my head of the phone call I got about her from the hospital those weeks ago. "The day I thought you-.. It was merely a day, but it was a day I didn't know what to do with myself. I felt so lost, alone despite the dozens of people in this place. I-.. I'll never be able to thank Willow enough for what she did. She didn't intend it the way it turned out, but.. you're here. Right now and that's really all that matters."
__visiongal: love and trust awakening__visiongal on October 21st, 2005 06:26 pm (UTC)
I'd done it. I'd gone up to his penthouse, had the insane kind of naked-Angel viewing that I'd pretty much only ever dreamed about and I'd blurted out that I loved him. Had loved him for the last ever. Just... Hadn't been able to say it.

Angel, of course, dealt with it the way he usually dealt with these kinds of things. By clamming up and saying nothing.

For a brief moment, I thought that I'd made a total fool of myself. Opening up to Angel and telling him that I was in love with him? Not exactly the best thing I'd ever done, judging by the look on his face.

And then he laughed. He laughed. Wishing that the floor would just swallow me up whole and suck me down into the depths of hell, I went to get off his bed, to get as far away from this soul-scorching embarassment as possible-- When Angel sat forward and took my hand.

"Cordy, that? I've loved you.. been in love with you for.. God, I don't know how long it's really been."

I blinked at him for a moment, looked down at our hands. He loved me too. Angel loved me. Had for a long time.

I let out the breath I hadn't realised I'd been holding and watched as he continued. Talking about the day I died. The day Willow had brought me back.

"It was merely a day, but it was a day I didn't know what to do with myself. I felt so lost, alone despite the dozens of people in this place. I-.. I'll never be able to thank Willow enough for what she did. She didn't intend it the way it turned out, but.. you're here. Right now and that's really all that matters."

I swallowed, hard, unable to speak or to take my eyes from Angel's face. I guess I knew somehow that he loved me too. I knew that he cared about me, at least. We were family, it came with the territory. But seeing him now, the look on his face? I guess I'd just realised how much.

"Angel-- I'm not going anywhere," I said gently, "Remember the other day? Little conversation about me sticking around? I meant that. And I guess... I guess I have even more of a reason to stick around?"

I didn't mean to make it a question. It wasn't like Angel got a choice in the Cordelia-sticking-around-stakes. I loved him. And I was determined to make this work, no matter what. It had taken us long enough to get here.

And I'd totally kiss him right now-- Except he was still naked and if those sheets twitched beneath us? I'd probably die on the spot.
Angel: There Are No People Like Us_faceofanangel_ on October 25th, 2005 03:03 am (UTC)
After I said what I just did - after telling her that I loved her all along I watched her expression carefully. She almost seemed surprised at what I'd just said and I wondered why, but then again wasn't I surprised not two minutes ago when she'd said the exact same thing?

Something else I was surprised about now that we'd actually gotten the words out of our mouths? That we'd actually been able to get the words out of our mouths. No interruptions, no distractions - okay, so maybe the drunk and naked thing was a bit of a distraction, but no one was bursting through those doors screaming demon. Or human for that matter.

"Angel-- I'm not going anywhere. Remember the other day? Little conversation about me sticking around? I meant that. And I guess... I guess I have even more of a reason to stick around?"

Her hand was still in mine and I smiled. I remembered that conversation well. I nodded silently and looked from our hands back to her. I opened my mouth to ask if she was sure, but the look of defiance I got from her told me that I might rather prefer to keep my mouth closed when questioning that particular subject. "I guess you do," I said instead.

The way she was looking back at me was how I wanted her to for such a long time now. Our eyes were locked and if it weren't for the general feeling of an awkwardness despite the comfortable that now started to settle in, I might've done something different.

Instead, I sat back and smiled again as I looked down. "The naked thing still isn't working is it?" Raising a brow I glanced towards the closet. "Any chance you might bring me something?"
__visiongal: heartthrob mine :p cordy silly__visiongal on November 2nd, 2005 12:19 pm (UTC)
I knew what was coming. This was Angel, it didn't take a genius to figure that he'd think about all the bad points first before getting to the actual good stuff. We couldn't be together like a normal couple, he couldn't go out into the sunlight, we could never have kids or get married or do any of the other normal stuff that he was sure to bring up. I was ready for all of that.

But when he looked at me again, I guess he thought better of it because he just smiled and said that maybe I did have even more reason to stick around.

"Damn right." I grinned, thankful we didn't have to start in on that stuff just yet. In our line of work you took happiness where you got it. It may not have been perfect happiness (I was going for a not on that front. I liked my throat in tact, thank you very much) but I was okay with that. Not that Angel would be. 'Course not. He'd brood for eternity over what it all meant and me? Well, I'd be there to kick him out of it, just like I'd always been.

We were looking at each other like-- Like, cheesy romance leads do. We were going to kiss any minute - I knew it and he knew it - except Angel was still naked. Yep, his nakedness was very much an issue right now, even moreso since we'd had the whole life-affirming-talk deal.

"The naked thing still isn't working is it?"

"Not really," I shook my head, smiling a little. Since when had Angel got so adept at reading me?

"Any chance you might bring me something?"

I pretended to think about that and leaned back a little, giving him a more-than-appreciative once over but not, like, letting my gaze linger in any places too long. "I dunno," I shook my head, "I mean-- You're kinda at a disadvantage here what with you being naked and all. Which means me? I'm on the plus side. Right now, I could get you to promise me anything and you'd totally have to agree to it..."

Oh, I liked this. I wasn't beyond blackmail, even if I was only going to just play a little while. I kinda wanted those lips. On me. Mine. Okay, maybe I should just go get the damn clothes...

"What do you want?" I asked, sighing as if it were some great chore, although the chances were? I probably wouldn't bring him exactly what he wanted anyway. The man probably had a billion changes of clothes in there and, okay, so he was all over the power-suit like me at a Barney sale. But... Variation was good!
Angel: I think I might've.. (Cangel)_faceofanangel_ on November 7th, 2005 12:46 am (UTC)
I smiled at her again and the smile she gave me helped my mind to be rid of some of the thoughts I'd just been having disappear. Not completely because it was rare that some of them were ever really gone, but this was a step up right? Pushing the thoughts to the back of my mind would be something Cordelia would want me to do. Okay, so she'd actually slap me on the arm for thinking them at all, so that meant that I just wouldn't tell her. Let's leave my embarrassment to a minimum for now. Even though the chance of that happening with me in my current state isn't likely.

"I dunno. I mean-- You're kinda at a disadvantage here what with you being naked and all. Which means me? I'm on the plus side. Right now, I could get you to promise me anything and you'd totally have to agree to it..."

Raising a brow at her half amused and maybe a little more than half nervous, I just looked at her. Hey, I might be uncomfortable and all, but did that mean i wouldn't use the situation to my advantage? Maybe not as much as she might try to use the situation, but I wasn't beyond seeing just how far she wanted to go with this little game.

Luckily, I didn't have to take it all too far because as much as I would? I was much more comfortable on this side of the sheet. For now.

"What do you want?"

She actually asked me what I wanted from the closet? I figured that she'd just go inside and find me whatever she wanted me to wear and since I'm currently unable to get up and get something for myself I didn't really have any other choice.

"Uh.. there should be a pair of pants and a shirt hanging on the hook on the door," I said as she headed for the closet. "Oh, and.. could you look in the drawer for, um.. Just look in the top right drawer and bring me a pair of those too." Smooth.
__visiongal: find it kind of funny // hey_lena__visiongal on November 8th, 2005 12:48 am (UTC)
When Angel raised his brow at me like that? Part of me wanted to see how far he'd go with his little game. See how far he'd let me push - maybe see if he'd start pushing me. But the fact was? I'd waited a whole hell of a long time for this. Had died waiting, in fact, languished in some coma and waited to see if the Prince was ever gonna come wake Sleeping Beauty up.

He didn't, ironically. Out of all the things Angel had tried? Kissing wasn't one of them and considering how twisted the PTB were? I was pretty much figuring that that was the one thing that would've brought me back without the untimely trip with death and everything.

Sighing theatrically - and managing to look like I was feeling seriously put upon - I asked him what he wanted, like I actually meant to bring him the stuff he asked for. Puh-lease.

"Uh.. there should be a pair of pants and a shirt hanging on the hook on the door," he called out as I walked towards his closet. Pants, shirt, I could do that. I guessed. It wasn't like Angel was a complete retard when it came to dressing himself these days. (Really.)

"Got it!" I yelled, and almost let out a laugh when I heard his next request.

"Oh, and.. could you look in the drawer for, um.. Just look in the top right drawer and bring me a pair of those too."

He sounded so-- Uncomfortable! If I didn't know any better, I'd say Angel was blushing and I stifled a laugh behind my hand, opening up the drawer. "On it, boss!" I yelled back, lifting up the first pair I could find. Silk. Black. Figured. And how hot did he actually look in these?

Grinning, I placed them on the end of my finger and held my arm out from behind the closet door, "These the ones you had in mind, Boss? I should tell you that picking up my Boss' underwear? Really not on the list of regular duties. We're looking at a pay-rise already--" And him getting the hell out from behind that sheet and kissing me already. I wasn't opposed to a little nakedness!
Angel: Happy (Cangel)_faceofanangel_ on November 9th, 2005 03:22 am (UTC)
Having Cordelia bring me my clothes in bed? While I was naked? After just having stated how we felt about one another? I think that calling this situation out of the ordinary wouldn't be too far-fetched. The entire situation was more than a little amusing on the surface but when I actually thought about it more than five minutes? The uncomfortableness began to set in again. Part of me wanted to see where the two of us could take this, but maybe this wasn't the exact time. Then again, it could be the perfect time.

Cordelia was calling out from the closet and I wondered if she even picked up the clothes that I'd hung on the door yesterday. That was yesterday right? Hell if I really knew. That seemed to be happening a lot lately - the wondering if I actually did something.. if someone else did something.. something.

"These the ones you had in mind, Boss? I should tell you that picking up my Boss' underwear? Really not on the list of regular duties. We're looking at a pay-rise already--"

My eyes went to the closet door when I saw a black pair of boxers hang out the door. Raising a brow I just sat there wondering what to do. The fact that she kept calling me 'Boss' instead of Angel made me feel more uncomfortable for some reason. Maybe because it wasn't exactly general practice for someone to go fetch their boss' clothes while they laid in bed naked. On second though - maybe it did more than most people thought. Which completely was beside the point and made me grip the sheet tighter in my hand.

She didn't do anything but keep the pair hanging just outside the doorway. She really wanted me to get up and grab them from her, didn't she? My eyes shifted around the room nervously as I sat there trying to decide what to do. Get up and grab them from her hand and possibly get them on before she was able to sneak a glance out the doorway if that was her plan to begin with or do nothing at all and risk her coming out of the closet with all of the clothes and forcing me out of the bed until she gave anything to me.

We have an excellent relationship if I do say so myself.

Whatever her 'plan' I could work this to my advantage, right? As much as I wasn't necessarily uncomfortable having her see me naked even though she already had earlier, the way it was happening wasn't my ideal. For one, I wouldn't be the only one in the situation and also it wouldn't be after a night of drinking with Spike and who knows what el-.. she wouldn't be finding the situation as amusing as she did now.

Blinking at her hand again, I grabbed the bedspread and held it in front of me as I got off of the bed. It only took me so far, so when it caught on the bed, I eyed the black material in her hand and frowned. Quickly, I rushed over after dropping the bedspread and grabbed them from her hand, slipping into them as quickly as possible. She poked her head out from the closet and whether or not she actually saw.. anything was beyond me.

"These are fine," I said crossing my arms over my chest and smiled a bit on the nervous side.
__visiongal: cordy angel awakening time has come__visiongal on November 18th, 2005 10:44 pm (UTC)
Usually? That whole vamp-speed thing worked in my favor. Need saving from some great ick-monster of death? Angel was your guy. Fast an-and muscly and pretty and-- What was my point again?

Oh, right. The speed thing.

It totally worked in my favor most days. There I was, Angel's boxers dangling from one perfectly manicured finger and there he was, all with the vamp speed and the quickness and the--

"These are fine."

I glanced at him from behind the door, on the verge of stamping my foot 'cause my little game totally hadn't gone to plan-- When Angel smiled at me.

He smiled.

It was pretty nervous, as smiles went. But it was Angel, my Angel, and I just kinda forgot to be mad. I stepped out from behind the door and went towards him, smiling.

"The un-naked thing? Really works." I nodded, handing him his other clothes. His fingers brushed mine and I bit my lip gently.

First kiss. First real kiss with Angel. And not that I was comparing it to that disastrous first time with me and Wesley? But I was a little nervous, sure.

I reached up on my tiptoes - wondering why I'd thought to wear flat shoes when my hulking manpire friend was pretty much taller than me - and brushed my lips against his, smiling to myself. Okay, not a disaster... Because just a second after that? Angel was kissing me properly. In his penthouse. While semi-naked. And this was good, better than *our* first time. Better than I'd imagined. And holy God, he was good at that.
Angel: One For The Road (Cangel)mr_angel on November 21st, 2005 07:21 am (UTC)
When she stepped from out of the closet I felt my smile broaden a little, but all the while still a little nervous. After all, I was the naked one while she was standing there fully clothed staring back at me. Okay, so I wasn't completely naked anymore, but not far from it. She stepped closer, holding the other clothes and handed them over to me.

Taking the clothes from her, I felt my fingers brush her's slightly as I took them. I smiled and ducked my head at her comment and sat the clothes on the nightstand behind me. Once I was fully facing her again, I smiled at her closeness and noticed that even though there was plenty of nervousness to go around.. it wasn't quite so bad anymore.

Licking my lips, I felt her press herself against me slightly as she raised herself up on her toes. The moment her lips brushed against mine I must've forgotten all about the lack of clothing I was currently experiencing because the next moment, I had my arms wrapped around her as well as feeling her's wrap themselves around my neck as I kissed her. The kiss deepened for a moment and I pulled her slightly against my chest.

After we finally pulled back from one another, I grinned and lifted a hand to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. I realized that this was the first time I'd kissed Cordelia that either didn't have her wanting to pass her visions on to me or because we were under some sort of spell. No, this was happening. And for once? We were actually able to finish the conversation without any interruptions in any way, shape, or form.

This sure as hell was a long time coming.

I wasn't sure what to say. Anything I thought up only sounded stupid inside of my head. So instead? Leaning in, I kissed her again. Not that I seemed to mind as much right now, but her being much more clothed than I was right now almost didn't seem fair.

Pulling back again after while, I sighed and smiled a little and glanced away for a just a moment. I wondered for a moment where I'd be if Willow hadn't have done that spell. Would I still be shut up in my office or here by myself? That was a high possibility. I had to remind myself to thank Willow.. again. "Cordy, I.." Shaking my head, I laughed lightly and looked at her again. "To have you standing here when I never thought that I'd-.." Sighing again, I let my face take on a more serious tone as I looked at her.

"I'm just glad you're here and, well.." I smiled again and kissed her forehead. "I'm glad you're here."
__visiongal: cordy angel awakening time has come__visiongal on December 8th, 2005 02:43 am (UTC)
This was happening. It was actually happening without demon posessions and trying to pass on visions and the weirdest thing was that it felt like we'd done it a million times before only-- Not.

Because this was the first time, really. I should have been nervous, but I wasn't. This was Angel, my best friend, the only thing I had to worry about was that door over there opening and how much I'd kill the other person standing on the other side.

We pulled away from each other after a moment, Angel reaching up to tuck a lock of hair behind my ear. We didn't speak again for a while after that. It was hard to pretty much any coherent thought after that-- Well, for me it was. Angel started talking again a moment after and I remembered, hey, 250 plus years of getting used to first kisses. It wasn't like he was new to this or anything...

"Cordy, I.. To have you standing here when I never thought that I'd-.. I'm just glad you're here and, well.. I'm glad you're here."

"Me too, Angel," I smiled, closing my eyes as he kissed my forehead, "I'm glad we got chance to, y'know, get it all... I'm glad I got to tell you. You have no idea how grateful I am to Willow right now." Which was a strange emotion to have after you hated the mousy-brown haired boyfriend for stealing your way way ex-loser kind of boyfriend.

The difference between Xander and Angel (one of many, anyway) was that I wasn't letting Angel go this time. It'd taken us this long to get here and I intended on staying.
Angel: There Are No People Like Us (Cangel)_faceofanangel_ on December 16th, 2005 05:32 am (UTC)
"I'm glad we got chance to, y'know, get it all... I'm glad I got to tell you. You have no idea how grateful I am to Willow right now."

I raised a brow at her. She had no idea how grateful she was? I beg to differ on that. There's no telling where I'd be if I didn't have Cordelia standing here in front of me. In front of me, kissing me, telling me that she loved me. I smiled and let a finger run through her hair as I looked at her. "I think I have some sort of idea," I told her. We stood there for moment longer looking at one another and finally I remembered my state of.. near nakedness.

Pulling back from her a little, I looked down at myself. "Maybe I should.." I glanced over at the clothes I'd laid on the nightstand behind me. Moving a hand for the clothes I picked up the pants that were on top. "Nice choice," I said with a small smile. I finally pulled away from her and leaned over to pull on the pants. Once they were on, I grabbed the shirt and put it on, starting to button it up.

As I buttoned the shirt, I looked at her as she watched me. Smiling, I gave her an amused look. "Disappointed?" I teased. Stepping closer, I shrugged as I continued with the buttons. "I guess I should probably get downstairs, right? I mean, it is.." I glanced at the clock. "Getting a little late in the afternoon for the CEO to be coming into work." What? I'd had a rough.. night. What with the drinking and.. dealing with Spike wasn't ever easy either. Though for some reason it didn't seem.. unbearable is it normally did. And I think I'd leave that thought alone right now.

"Don't you think?"
__visiongal: cordy angel giggle // fallenslayer__visiongal on December 16th, 2005 11:16 am (UTC)
"I think I have some sort of idea."

My mind went back to the conversation we'd had the other day, about how Angel didn't want me working here... About everything, really. I found out more things than perhaps even I'd wanted to know but he'd lifted my hopes along with it.

We'd been interrupted then. Lorne had been turned human and we were so close to admitting that something was there but-- In a way, I was glad it had turned out the way it did. Glad it was now that we were standing here, even though Angel was pulling back and deciding that clothes were very much an option now.

"Nice choice," he smiled as he picked up his pants and I rolled my eyes.

"Well, duh." I teased. I might have been dead but I was still fashionable, and I still knew what looked good on Angel. He started buttoning up the shirt and I didn't realise until he called me on it that I really was disappointed.

"Kinda," I admitted with a smile, "Not that you're not hot in clothes but... The naked thing totally works."

He stepped closer to me and I grinned, almost sure that I'd at least get to kiss him again, if not get him back to that state of nakedness (what, I'd be careful!) but then he mentioned work again and I could feel my good mood ready to deflate until an idea hit me.

"Y'know, Angel," I said coyly, "You look really pale. I mean-- Paler than usual, at any rate. Maybe you're coming down with something..."

I stepped closer and wrapped my arms around him again, smiling, "Wanna pull a sicky?" He could totally do that. He was the CEO for craps sake, it wasn't like he had to answer to anyone. "We could take off for the rest of the afternoon? Go have some fun?"

Which hopefully meant more kissing. The rest, I didn't mind.
Angel: Funny Look (Cangel)mr_angel on January 5th, 2006 12:10 am (UTC)
"Kinda," I admitted with a smile, "Not that you're not hot in clothes but... The naked thing totally works."

Raising a brow at her, I tried to hold back a grin, but it obviously wasn't working. "Oh really? Because I thought it was that, that was the problem." I'd finished buttoning up the shirt and now I was back in clothes that didn't just consist of a thin sheet.

The entire point in putting on the clothes.. minus the bit of uncomfortableness that we'd been having earlier was my actually getting ready for the day. She'd come up here because I was late for whatever meeting Harmony had set up for me that afternoon. A meeting that I didn't then and especially now, didn't really want to go to even though I'm sure I should.

Grinning a bit, I raised another brow at her as she started closer. Pale? I'm not pale. Well, at least not paler than the usual pale that she and everyone else like to comment on.. often. Then she stepped forward again and put her arms around me. Still smiling, I held my head back to look at her, brow still raised.

"Wanna pull a sicky? We could take off for the rest of the afternoon? Go have some fun?"

Laughing aloud at that, I threw back my head just a little before looking at her again. "A sicky, huh?" I really should just go ahead and agree. It's not as if I'm getting out of this one.. at all. Smiling again, I placed my hands on her waist.

"Well, alright. But only if that fun involves us not being in the sunlight and somewhere that is, you know.. um, dark." Catching the immediate look I got from her, I laughed again. "Okay, you know what I mean."
__visiongal: cangel once upon a time promo__visiongal on January 10th, 2006 04:01 pm (UTC)
Angel holding back a grin only served to make me smile, though he did kind of have a point. "Oh really? Because I thought it was that, that was the problem."

"Well it was... Kinda." Because he really was hot, it was just-- We'd just started in on this thing and, hello, curse! If Angel had stayed naked I wouldn't have been responsible for my actions.

Despite his not being naked? I still wanted to spend some time alone with him at some point - these last few days hadn't exactly been the easiest with, oh, everything happening. Suddenly, an idea struck me.

I stepped closer to him, raising my eyebrows and telling Angel that he looked really, really pale. Way paler than normal. "Wanna pull a sicky? We could take off for the rest of the afternoon... Go have some fun?"

He laughed at me and my smile widened. He still didn't do that enough. "A sicky, huh?"

"Yes! Can't have the CEO coming down with, like, vampire-flu or anything." Not that they could get sick or anything, but still.

"Well, alright. But only if that fun involves us not being in the sunlight and somewhere that is, you know.. um, dark."

I looked at him when he said that. I had no problems sitting in dark places but-- Since that only left a cinema and I had no intentions of seeing that Collin Farell guy standing in a phonebox for an entire movie? That was out.

"Okay, you know what I mean."

I grinned. "I do. But I'm thinking we really need to get out of here because everytime we try to do something some crisis pops up. And we need to be crisis-free today, really." Because I was damned if I was going to let something spoil the whole happiness deal Angel and I had going on. God knew we'd waited long enough for it.

"We could go grab something to eat," I offered, "Or-- Or maybe get my stuff from the hotel if the offer of my staying here still stands."