Author:Claddaugh Kitten
Rating: PG-14...Some bad language
Summary: Cordeilia/Angel, in the future. Written pre - A:TS. Romance, sort of.
Angel walked through the door, smiling and idly humming along to a latin song he'd heard on the radio.
Wandering into the the kitchen, which was a mess, littered with various types of junk food, including a pizza topped with peanut butter and whipped cream.
Wrinkling his nose at the mess, he grabbed a bag of blood and tossed it in a pan, leaving it to heat up while he found Cordeilia.
"'Delia?" he yelled, "You home?" Angel walked through the apartment, still humming an off-key version of "Livin' la Vida Loca".
Angel and Cordeilia had been living in L.A. together for some time now, fighting demons and such along with Doyle, the Irish half-demon. Cordy had moved in after a run-in with a few bounty hunters at her apartment.
The new living arrangements seemed to work fine. The two bedroom apartment was large enough for the both of them, and the main area of the apartment was littered with texts, files and various notes in Cordeilia's flowing script.
At Angel's insistence, Cordeilia had started taking a few computer classes at a nearby college, and still tried out at auditions all over L.A. Although Angel hated seeing her when she was turned down, the young woman seemed to make a good effort to hide it from him.
Climbing the stairs, Angel passed through the upstairs loft which he and Cordeilia shared. It was tastefully decorated, in dark colors, with floor to ceiling windows covered in crimson tapestries. A four poster bed, made of mahogany dominated the room. Cordeilia had instantly fallen in love with it when he'd brought it out of storage along with some of his other belongings.
Looking over the matching desk that belonged to Cordeilia, Angel picked up an opened letter, tossed beside a picture of herself in high school. Unfolding the paper, Angel quietly read the letter of rejection addressed to Ms. Chase.
Angel sighed. Another let down for her. Lately the constant auditions and competitions seemed to be wearing her down.
Quietly closing the door behind him, Angel started up the last flight of stairs. The stairs lead to the roof of the apartment, where Cordeilia spent much of her time.
Sliding the glass door open, Angel stepped out onto the roof. The space was mostly occupied by thepool Cordeilia had insisted be installed, with various plants and flowers.
Looking at the pool, Angel found Cordeilia. Her back was to him, and she was sitting silently on the edge, clad in a deep red two-piece, the one Angel loved. It showed off every aspect of her body perfectly,
her slim hips, perfect round breasts, and her deep brown hair, which hung down her back.
Her feet idly swung in the water, creating small ripples. Angel stood over her, unnoticed, trying to read her body language.
"Hi," The sound of her soft voice startled him slightly. Cordeilia turned around slowly, her eyes meeting his and then dropping back to the ground again.
"Hey," He replied, crouching down to sit at the edge with her.
"Rough day?" he inquired, watching her fidget with her perfectly manicured hands.
"You have no idea," she sighed, leaning against him slightly. The touch of her warm skin against his felt good, and a low growl started in his chest. He wished she wouldn't constantly do this to herself.
"You know you don't have to do this to yourself, 'Delia. You're always welcome here." he started, one hand reaching up to stroke her hair.
"It's not about that, Angel. It doesn't have anything to do with the money," she answered.
"Then why do you do it? I hate seeing you like this." Angel growled, angry at the people who hurt her every day of her life without realizing it.
"Because-" Cordeilia paused, thinking. "Because, Angel. I always suceed in everything I do, and this is the one thing that I can't win at, so I feel - I feel like I'm still being punished," she finished, her voice shaking slightly.
"Punished for what?"
"Everything I did before. Everything I was, and everything I wasn't.
I was a grade - A bitch in high school, but everybody still looked up to me. I was happy like that. I loved the power. And then- well, you know how my story goes from there,"
"Cordy, it wasn't your fault. When are you going to realize that?" Angel whispered, catching one of her tears with his finger.
Cordeilia buried her head in his shirt, her shoulders shaking slightly.
Angel sat quietly, holding the young woman in his arms while she wept. After a few moments, she looked up, wiping her reddened eyes.
"Sorry. I got your shirt all yucky," she said, smiling a little.
Angel smiled back, dropping a kiss on her forehead, "S'ok," he answered.
"Swim with me, Angel?" she asked, rubbing her breasts slightly against his chest, a seductive grin playing across her face.
"Alway-" Angel's answer was cut off as Cordeilia yanked him into the water with her.
For once, she was getting what she wanted.
~End~
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Challenge
1)Must be either Cordelia/Angel or Cordelia/Spike
2)Must be post *Beer Bad* and *Room with a View*
3)Any length...Any Rating =)
4)Happy ending =)
Must have at least 5 of the following
*A Computer
*A Picture of one of the characters when they were younger
*The main couple chatting in an instant message
*A swimming pool (What they do in it is ur choice...well swimming but then
they could also...nevermind...do what u want
*One of the characters singing 'Livin La Vida Loca' (or another song of
choice)
*Whip Cream
*Pizza
*Ice Cream
*Peanut Butter