Water Tight
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cordy69Nominated at Sunnydale Awards (Fall 2011)
Title: Water Tight
Author: Pat
Rating: PG, Ats season 2, Word Count: 2332
Characters, Pairing: The Whole gang
Summary & notes: I visualize this after the intro of Fredless. General fun interlude at Angel Headquarters.
Water Tight, by Pat
“Man, it is too damned hot today,” groused, Gunn. “I like hot, normal hot that is, but this…” he stopped in disgust.
“I’ve had three cold showers today,” agreed Cordy, lazily fanning herself with a book she hadn’t read yet, “And I still feel like I’m gonna melt.”
“I wish I was dog,” announced Fred from her perch on the bottom step. The marble was cooler on her butt than a chair, “Ya now how they just loll there with their tongues hanging out. I think I could manage that.”
Just then Wesley came out of his office and stopping to peer into the cardboard carton sat atop the counter, asked, “What’s this, a new invention of Fred’s?”
Fred blushed at the implied compliment while Gunn grinned, “Good guess, English, but no. I got those from Anne. They had extra over and I thought the kids from my old neighbourhood could have some fun with them.”
Now it was Wesley’s turn to Blush. “Oh, so they really are water-pistols?”
“Yup, all watered and ready to blast,” grinned Cordelia as she got up to wander over. “I was thinking about trying one out.”
“You were?” Wesley blinked, “Aren’t you a bit old for those kind of games?”
Instantly storm clouds passed over her beautiful face, then cleared as an evil look replaced indignant, “Are you calling me old, Wes?”
“Would I do that to an old friend,” replied Wesley tongue in cheek.
Only Fred noticed the silent vampire descending the stairs and lightly toussling her hair. Opening her mouth to say ‘Hi’, she shut it with a snap when he lifted a hand and mimed ‘shush’ at her.
With his usual blurry speed, Angel was fishing in the box before anyone could react. Having overheard the banter between Wesley and Cordy, he’d been struck with a devilish impulse and for once decided to go with it.
Still fresh from the ‘bite me’ comments, Angel had overheard those two making earlier, he was dead set on a little revenge. In a fluid motion, he had a large water cannon in his right hand and two small pistols in the left, not pausing he managed to push the box over so its access was impeded by its contents rolling all over the Hyperion lounge floor.
With a sharp “Fred, catch this!” he sent her one of the water pistols and ducked behind the counter after copiously spraying Wes and Cordy and even managing to catch Gunn by surprise.
“What the devil…blast! Now I can’t see a thing. Really, Angel-”
“Angel!” growled an outraged Cordy, “You are so-“
Gun kept it to a manly yowl, “Hey!”
The uproar from the gang was instant, loud and outraged. Amongst a barrage of cold spray, a melee ensued for the larger toys with the now slippery floor making it even more difficult for the assaultees to arm themselves.
Finally Gunn managed, using guile and agility, to get his hand on a beautiful piece that could not only project water at a fairly distant target but also blast it with force.
“I got yo’ ass now, bro.”
Caught by the first blast, Angel rushed to hide behind Cordy and aimed another volley towards Wesley as he did.
“Did you all turn into kindergardeners when I wasn’t looking,” he sputtered. The Englishman was desperately trying to see out of water logged glasses, while Cordelia received the blunt of Gunn’s next blast. Yelping with a mixture of fury and laughter, Cordelia gave up on targeting and simply fired at anything that moved, sending a well-aimed kick at the wicked vampire behind her.
“Ow!” he complained, “hey!”
Then wisely, Angel rolled away from the combat area; just as Fred was beating a hasty retreat and attempting to flee the scene.
She barely reached the courtyard door before a wildly grinning Gunn appeared behind her, “Hey girl, whatcha runnin’ from? Party’s just startin’.” That said he sprayed her ruthlessly. With a high pitch squeal of surprise, she spun on her heels and closing her eyes, retaliated against the closest ‘enemy’. Who happened to be the still struggling Wesley.
From his new position behind the couch, Gunn snickered at his predicament and brought all eyes in his direction. The next second he was drenched from head to foot with spray from all directions and left gasping at the cold water on his too hot body.
“No fair, ganging up on me, huh. I’m gunna getcha for that. Each and every-“
Finally getting into the game and tossing all pride aside, Wesley launched himself across the floor and using his momentum, went from Cordelia to Angel and soaking everything in sight. Laughing hard enough she had to hold her belly, Cordy almost fell, but was caught by Angel who hooked an arm around her even as he aimed a retaliatory shower at the flushed with success ex-watcher.
Wes was a good shot but kept being impaired by the water on his spectacles. Realising he needed to retreat and clean them, he rushed towards the courtyard after Fred. Holding the door with one hand, he begged Fred to give him a second of respite so he could accomplish that simple task.
Ever so helpful and still giggling from the whole disturbance, she faced him with a grin that just made her look so beautiful to his eyes. For a second he forgot the water-fight, the commotion on the other side of the door and the fact she was a frightened little bird fallen from her nest.
He saw only bright eyes and glossy lips, and a lean young body delineated by patches of wet cotton appealing to his basic instinct. Leaving the door behind, he advanced towards her with a whispered ‘Fred’ on his lips only to be startled by a double spurt, one on the front of his pant by a fearful Fred and one along his left shoulder blade by Gunn standing behind him, framed by the courtyard door.
He too got caught on by the beacon of a smile Fred was sending his way, allowing Cordy to finally get started on her revenge and by god, she did not hold back! With an exalted shout she went on wetting him with squirts of water until none was left in her gun and with a sharp twist she headed back to try to find another toy.
With a breathless humph, she met the wall of Angel’s chest. Staggering back until hard hands caught and held her arms, she looked up to the hard face over hers, surprised to find him so close and yet not spraying her. With a tilt of her head, she tried to assess his motives, but couldn’t read the enigmatic look he was sending her way.
Well, if he wasn’t going to move, she will elbow her way back in, and with a sigh the vampire let her go and moved aside. Not paying him more attention, she hunkered down to review the available weaponry; unknowingly presenting the perfect target to Angel.
Without hesitation, Angel wrote an A on her top. Going from her neck to her hips, the oblique lines were perfectly straight while the middle one underlined her full breast. He gulped with effort trying to focus his attention away from the pleasing curves facing him.
Cordy ignorant of the effect she was having without even trying, retaliated instantly. She went for what was a sure hit: the hair! Yep, no more of that sticky gel was left after she emptied the tank of her "vaporizer".
Laughing like a maniac, she finally noticed the amber lights flickering in dark eyes and gulped. He wasn't on game face but she definitively feared for her…health. Deciding valour had its downside, she made a beeline for the courtyard, hoping he’d get up with the battle still raging in the lobby.
Angel did not rush behind her, instead he took some deep breaths to calm himself and only then did he stroll very casually towards the open door, guided by the exclamations of laughter, fear and surprise peppering the ongoing fight by the stairs.
He couldn't believe he enjoyed this childish human game but after the meeting with Buffy and the angsty feeling that came with it, it felt good to refocus on the members of his new family. They too were carrying the weight of the world on their frail shoulders and no doubt this water fight was releasing some of the un-noticed tension.
Staying in the shadow, he listened to the steady and thumpy hard beats of his crew, admired the steadiness of Fred shots, and the way Gunn and Wes ran for cover; working in concert and covering their back. Those two made an excellent team and he was more than impressed by how it came to be, strengthening both of them without taking away their individuality.
Cordy was hiding from him… but he could smell her and almost track her with his eyes closed.
~
He was intent on having the last word, ready to teach the vivacious brunette a little something about a composed mind-set bringing as much happiness as sassy repartees. He couldn’t believe Wes had joined her in and had now infectiously formed enough of a bond to actually poke jokes at him. It was good to see them happy though, all of them. It tore him apart to feel their distrust at his beige period, but they came up like troopers for him after his epiphany. Even if he didn’t deserve it.
At least, in Sunnydale everything was much clearer cut, he had one care: the slayer. Every one of the Scoobies was just a distraction, too often in need of rescuing. Here they all equally took part in the mission, honing their skills but mostly finding the ties to support them something their kin members didn’t provide.
First step get Cordelia, second drown Wes, third show Gunn who’s the man, then take Fred for ice-cream; yep, that sounded like a plan. Waiting on the covered patio and squatting by the seat, he waited for Cordy to peek out trying to spot him and then dived to the floor in front of her, finger on the trigger. Grabbing her arm and protecting her from the sure fall he soaked her point blank. Her shriek was music to his ears, and he just kept pressing, emptying the tank on his seer.
Cordelia did her best to wrest free but couldn’t; until finally she went for poking at his chest and yelled, “Let me go, buster!”
~
Dripping with water his expression pinned her, it was like he wanted to say something that was too difficult to understand and even more to phrase. It made her feel like that time when he came back from Tibet and they discussed his reaction to the passing of Buffy.
She lost herself in it and with her mind reeling from all this unspoken impression; she was caught unprepared for the onslaught from behind, namely Wesley and Gunn.
The water was so cold she lost her speech for few seconds, allowing the boys the respite needed to gloat but when she turned they felt the need to go find a cover. Backing up with a laugh Gunn was saying:
“Now, come on Cordelia, you won’t go after a brother that makes you look like Barbie, will you?”
With a quick look at herself, she realized how much the wet clothes outlined her figure and how so little of her curves where left to the imagination. Perked in more ways than one she walked over to him, and suavely asked:
“And who would be my Ken, Charles, would you say?”
Oh, oh, she’s using my first name, that can’t be good, quick, think! Who can divert the attention of an avenging Cordy? Oh, yeah, the other snug boss of the place…
“Angel!” was all he shouted before throwing himself behind the sofa.
“What, the Eunuch of the group is my dedicated Ken, are you drunk?” she said unbelievably.
“Eunuch? I am not a Eunuch, I’ll let you know that I am a healthy vampire with a bit of a unique predicament but how would you call it? Wes?" Furious, Angel turned towards the watcher. He was seriously getting tired of those comments about his skills or even capability for a good romp.
"Euh, let's call it a recommendation then, shall we?" added a smilling Wes. He was highly aware of the volatility of the vampire feelings and did not see a need to embarrass him further.
"Huh", scoffed Cordelia. "I see, well none of you dummies deserve that, emphasis on that, body!"
And with a beautiful backlift honed by years of cheerleading practice, she finished the last of her water in an arc that caught Gunn in the background, followed by Wesley just ahead of her and finally got Angel behind her once she landed on her return.
Shocked and awed, they watched her retreat towards the side bathroom, effectively concluding the waterfight.
Indeed, no water was left in any waterguns and it did cool down the temperature of the Hypherion and its inhabitants.
"Well, clean up it is then!" the ever so pratical Wesley announced.
With a grunt, Gunn got started towards the cabinet to retrieve the cleaning supplies and barely catched the shadow of the vamp scooping Fred and rushing through the doors with a laugh.
"Man! This is wrong- the vamp gets the girls, we get the cleanup?" he yelled from the kitchen. "I should have stayed with my crew!" he added.
"I certainly doubt this," responded Wesley "Could your crew provide you with an executive class ticket to another dimension to witness Cordy's rulling?"
"Nah, you got me there English, this is something we can only get at AI" was Gunn's reply.
In the sewer, Fred is enjoying her ice-cream with Angel...
The end.
~*~
NOTE: Part fo the FSB/AO Fanfic Challenge No 1: The element chosen was: ATS Theme 2 – The AI end up in a water fight
Can't thank enough helen for the inspiration and the beta work. I thought that writing Cordy, Wesley and Gunn was the hardest thing to do and she made it feel painless.
Feedback: Yes, please. It's really important to my personal growth as a would be author...
Posted: AO & FSB and at Whedonverse and Beyond.
Nominated for Round 11 at Fang Fetish Awards
community.livejournal.com/fangfetish/32847.html
Title: Water Tight
Author: Pat
Rating: PG, Ats season 2, Word Count: 2332
Characters, Pairing: The Whole gang
Summary & notes: I visualize this after the intro of Fredless. General fun interlude at Angel Headquarters.
Fredless
Angel Episode #49
Written by Mere Smith/Directed by Marita Grablak
Fred: "What time is it?"
Wes holds up his wrist to Cordy and read his watch.
Cordy: "Six twenty four, and for those of you who are playing the home game: that's exactly three minutes from the last time you asked."
Fred fumbles around with the strange contraption (looks like a hybrid between a suitcase, a crossbow and a sowing machine - or something like that).
Fred: "I'm sorry. I just - I have this theory that the more you are aware of time the more slowly it moves, which *could* make light speed travel possible, but only if you were to concentrate really..."
Cordy: "He'll be back when he's back."
Fred: "So - now that she's alive again, are they gonna get back together? Angel and that girl with the goofy name?"
Wes: "Well - *Fred* - that's a difficult question. I think it's fair to say - no. Not a chance, never, no way, not in a million years, and also 'nuh-uh.'"
Fred: "But you said he loved her. And of course she's gonna love him back, because he's so strong and handsome and he really listens when you talk. I-I mean, if you go for that sort of thing, why wouldn't it work?"
Cordy: "Let me break it down for you, Fred."
Cordy steps away from the reception counter and pretends to be Buffy.
Cordy: "Oh - Angel! I know that I'm a Slayer and you a vampire - and it would be *impossible* for us to *be* together - *but!*"
Gunn laughs at Cordy's act.
Wes stands up: "But!"
Cordy turns to look at him. Wes pulls his glasses off and lays them to the side.
Wes: "My gypsy curse sometimes prevent me from seeing the truth. Oh, Buffy!"
Cordy: "Yes, Angel?"
Wes: "Oh, I love you so much I almost forgot to *brood!*"
Fred watches wide-eyed. Gunn is laughing.
Cordy: "And just because I sent you to hell that one time doesn't mean that we can't just be friends."
Wes grabs a hold of Cordy's wrist.
Cordy: "Oh!"
Wes: "Or possibly more."
Cordy gasps: "Gasp! No! We mustn't."
Wes pulls Cordy close.
Wes: "Kiss me."
Cordy: "Bite me!"
Wes bends Cordy back over his arm and pretends to sink his fangs into her neck.
Angel off screen: "How about you both bite me."
Fred jumps up: "You're back!"
Cordy and Wes see Angel watching them and quickly scurry apart.
Gunn: "How'd it go?"
Angel: "I think those two pretty much summed it up. To be honest - I *really* don't wanna talk about it."
In my world, Angel goes upstairs to change and here is what happens next...
Angel Episode #49
Written by Mere Smith/Directed by Marita Grablak
Fred: "What time is it?"
Wes holds up his wrist to Cordy and read his watch.
Cordy: "Six twenty four, and for those of you who are playing the home game: that's exactly three minutes from the last time you asked."
Fred fumbles around with the strange contraption (looks like a hybrid between a suitcase, a crossbow and a sowing machine - or something like that).
Fred: "I'm sorry. I just - I have this theory that the more you are aware of time the more slowly it moves, which *could* make light speed travel possible, but only if you were to concentrate really..."
Cordy: "He'll be back when he's back."
Fred: "So - now that she's alive again, are they gonna get back together? Angel and that girl with the goofy name?"
Wes: "Well - *Fred* - that's a difficult question. I think it's fair to say - no. Not a chance, never, no way, not in a million years, and also 'nuh-uh.'"
Fred: "But you said he loved her. And of course she's gonna love him back, because he's so strong and handsome and he really listens when you talk. I-I mean, if you go for that sort of thing, why wouldn't it work?"
Cordy: "Let me break it down for you, Fred."
Cordy steps away from the reception counter and pretends to be Buffy.
Cordy: "Oh - Angel! I know that I'm a Slayer and you a vampire - and it would be *impossible* for us to *be* together - *but!*"
Gunn laughs at Cordy's act.
Wes stands up: "But!"
Cordy turns to look at him. Wes pulls his glasses off and lays them to the side.
Wes: "My gypsy curse sometimes prevent me from seeing the truth. Oh, Buffy!"
Cordy: "Yes, Angel?"
Wes: "Oh, I love you so much I almost forgot to *brood!*"
Fred watches wide-eyed. Gunn is laughing.
Cordy: "And just because I sent you to hell that one time doesn't mean that we can't just be friends."
Wes grabs a hold of Cordy's wrist.
Cordy: "Oh!"
Wes: "Or possibly more."
Cordy gasps: "Gasp! No! We mustn't."
Wes pulls Cordy close.
Wes: "Kiss me."
Cordy: "Bite me!"
Wes bends Cordy back over his arm and pretends to sink his fangs into her neck.
Angel off screen: "How about you both bite me."
Fred jumps up: "You're back!"
Cordy and Wes see Angel watching them and quickly scurry apart.
Gunn: "How'd it go?"
Angel: "I think those two pretty much summed it up. To be honest - I *really* don't wanna talk about it."
In my world, Angel goes upstairs to change and here is what happens next...
Water Tight, by Pat
“Man, it is too damned hot today,” groused, Gunn. “I like hot, normal hot that is, but this…” he stopped in disgust.
“I’ve had three cold showers today,” agreed Cordy, lazily fanning herself with a book she hadn’t read yet, “And I still feel like I’m gonna melt.”
“I wish I was dog,” announced Fred from her perch on the bottom step. The marble was cooler on her butt than a chair, “Ya now how they just loll there with their tongues hanging out. I think I could manage that.”
Just then Wesley came out of his office and stopping to peer into the cardboard carton sat atop the counter, asked, “What’s this, a new invention of Fred’s?”
Fred blushed at the implied compliment while Gunn grinned, “Good guess, English, but no. I got those from Anne. They had extra over and I thought the kids from my old neighbourhood could have some fun with them.”
Now it was Wesley’s turn to Blush. “Oh, so they really are water-pistols?”
“Yup, all watered and ready to blast,” grinned Cordelia as she got up to wander over. “I was thinking about trying one out.”
“You were?” Wesley blinked, “Aren’t you a bit old for those kind of games?”
Instantly storm clouds passed over her beautiful face, then cleared as an evil look replaced indignant, “Are you calling me old, Wes?”
“Would I do that to an old friend,” replied Wesley tongue in cheek.
Only Fred noticed the silent vampire descending the stairs and lightly toussling her hair. Opening her mouth to say ‘Hi’, she shut it with a snap when he lifted a hand and mimed ‘shush’ at her.
With his usual blurry speed, Angel was fishing in the box before anyone could react. Having overheard the banter between Wesley and Cordy, he’d been struck with a devilish impulse and for once decided to go with it.
Still fresh from the ‘bite me’ comments, Angel had overheard those two making earlier, he was dead set on a little revenge. In a fluid motion, he had a large water cannon in his right hand and two small pistols in the left, not pausing he managed to push the box over so its access was impeded by its contents rolling all over the Hyperion lounge floor.
With a sharp “Fred, catch this!” he sent her one of the water pistols and ducked behind the counter after copiously spraying Wes and Cordy and even managing to catch Gunn by surprise.
“What the devil…blast! Now I can’t see a thing. Really, Angel-”
“Angel!” growled an outraged Cordy, “You are so-“
Gun kept it to a manly yowl, “Hey!”
The uproar from the gang was instant, loud and outraged. Amongst a barrage of cold spray, a melee ensued for the larger toys with the now slippery floor making it even more difficult for the assaultees to arm themselves.
Finally Gunn managed, using guile and agility, to get his hand on a beautiful piece that could not only project water at a fairly distant target but also blast it with force.
“I got yo’ ass now, bro.”
Caught by the first blast, Angel rushed to hide behind Cordy and aimed another volley towards Wesley as he did.
“Did you all turn into kindergardeners when I wasn’t looking,” he sputtered. The Englishman was desperately trying to see out of water logged glasses, while Cordelia received the blunt of Gunn’s next blast. Yelping with a mixture of fury and laughter, Cordelia gave up on targeting and simply fired at anything that moved, sending a well-aimed kick at the wicked vampire behind her.
“Ow!” he complained, “hey!”
Then wisely, Angel rolled away from the combat area; just as Fred was beating a hasty retreat and attempting to flee the scene.
She barely reached the courtyard door before a wildly grinning Gunn appeared behind her, “Hey girl, whatcha runnin’ from? Party’s just startin’.” That said he sprayed her ruthlessly. With a high pitch squeal of surprise, she spun on her heels and closing her eyes, retaliated against the closest ‘enemy’. Who happened to be the still struggling Wesley.
From his new position behind the couch, Gunn snickered at his predicament and brought all eyes in his direction. The next second he was drenched from head to foot with spray from all directions and left gasping at the cold water on his too hot body.
“No fair, ganging up on me, huh. I’m gunna getcha for that. Each and every-“
Finally getting into the game and tossing all pride aside, Wesley launched himself across the floor and using his momentum, went from Cordelia to Angel and soaking everything in sight. Laughing hard enough she had to hold her belly, Cordy almost fell, but was caught by Angel who hooked an arm around her even as he aimed a retaliatory shower at the flushed with success ex-watcher.
Wes was a good shot but kept being impaired by the water on his spectacles. Realising he needed to retreat and clean them, he rushed towards the courtyard after Fred. Holding the door with one hand, he begged Fred to give him a second of respite so he could accomplish that simple task.
Ever so helpful and still giggling from the whole disturbance, she faced him with a grin that just made her look so beautiful to his eyes. For a second he forgot the water-fight, the commotion on the other side of the door and the fact she was a frightened little bird fallen from her nest.
He saw only bright eyes and glossy lips, and a lean young body delineated by patches of wet cotton appealing to his basic instinct. Leaving the door behind, he advanced towards her with a whispered ‘Fred’ on his lips only to be startled by a double spurt, one on the front of his pant by a fearful Fred and one along his left shoulder blade by Gunn standing behind him, framed by the courtyard door.
He too got caught on by the beacon of a smile Fred was sending his way, allowing Cordy to finally get started on her revenge and by god, she did not hold back! With an exalted shout she went on wetting him with squirts of water until none was left in her gun and with a sharp twist she headed back to try to find another toy.
With a breathless humph, she met the wall of Angel’s chest. Staggering back until hard hands caught and held her arms, she looked up to the hard face over hers, surprised to find him so close and yet not spraying her. With a tilt of her head, she tried to assess his motives, but couldn’t read the enigmatic look he was sending her way.
Well, if he wasn’t going to move, she will elbow her way back in, and with a sigh the vampire let her go and moved aside. Not paying him more attention, she hunkered down to review the available weaponry; unknowingly presenting the perfect target to Angel.
Without hesitation, Angel wrote an A on her top. Going from her neck to her hips, the oblique lines were perfectly straight while the middle one underlined her full breast. He gulped with effort trying to focus his attention away from the pleasing curves facing him.
Cordy ignorant of the effect she was having without even trying, retaliated instantly. She went for what was a sure hit: the hair! Yep, no more of that sticky gel was left after she emptied the tank of her "vaporizer".
Laughing like a maniac, she finally noticed the amber lights flickering in dark eyes and gulped. He wasn't on game face but she definitively feared for her…health. Deciding valour had its downside, she made a beeline for the courtyard, hoping he’d get up with the battle still raging in the lobby.
Angel did not rush behind her, instead he took some deep breaths to calm himself and only then did he stroll very casually towards the open door, guided by the exclamations of laughter, fear and surprise peppering the ongoing fight by the stairs.
He couldn't believe he enjoyed this childish human game but after the meeting with Buffy and the angsty feeling that came with it, it felt good to refocus on the members of his new family. They too were carrying the weight of the world on their frail shoulders and no doubt this water fight was releasing some of the un-noticed tension.
Staying in the shadow, he listened to the steady and thumpy hard beats of his crew, admired the steadiness of Fred shots, and the way Gunn and Wes ran for cover; working in concert and covering their back. Those two made an excellent team and he was more than impressed by how it came to be, strengthening both of them without taking away their individuality.
Cordy was hiding from him… but he could smell her and almost track her with his eyes closed.
~
He was intent on having the last word, ready to teach the vivacious brunette a little something about a composed mind-set bringing as much happiness as sassy repartees. He couldn’t believe Wes had joined her in and had now infectiously formed enough of a bond to actually poke jokes at him. It was good to see them happy though, all of them. It tore him apart to feel their distrust at his beige period, but they came up like troopers for him after his epiphany. Even if he didn’t deserve it.
At least, in Sunnydale everything was much clearer cut, he had one care: the slayer. Every one of the Scoobies was just a distraction, too often in need of rescuing. Here they all equally took part in the mission, honing their skills but mostly finding the ties to support them something their kin members didn’t provide.
First step get Cordelia, second drown Wes, third show Gunn who’s the man, then take Fred for ice-cream; yep, that sounded like a plan. Waiting on the covered patio and squatting by the seat, he waited for Cordy to peek out trying to spot him and then dived to the floor in front of her, finger on the trigger. Grabbing her arm and protecting her from the sure fall he soaked her point blank. Her shriek was music to his ears, and he just kept pressing, emptying the tank on his seer.
Cordelia did her best to wrest free but couldn’t; until finally she went for poking at his chest and yelled, “Let me go, buster!”
~
Dripping with water his expression pinned her, it was like he wanted to say something that was too difficult to understand and even more to phrase. It made her feel like that time when he came back from Tibet and they discussed his reaction to the passing of Buffy.
She lost herself in it and with her mind reeling from all this unspoken impression; she was caught unprepared for the onslaught from behind, namely Wesley and Gunn.
The water was so cold she lost her speech for few seconds, allowing the boys the respite needed to gloat but when she turned they felt the need to go find a cover. Backing up with a laugh Gunn was saying:
“Now, come on Cordelia, you won’t go after a brother that makes you look like Barbie, will you?”
With a quick look at herself, she realized how much the wet clothes outlined her figure and how so little of her curves where left to the imagination. Perked in more ways than one she walked over to him, and suavely asked:
“And who would be my Ken, Charles, would you say?”
Oh, oh, she’s using my first name, that can’t be good, quick, think! Who can divert the attention of an avenging Cordy? Oh, yeah, the other snug boss of the place…
“Angel!” was all he shouted before throwing himself behind the sofa.
“What, the Eunuch of the group is my dedicated Ken, are you drunk?” she said unbelievably.
“Eunuch? I am not a Eunuch, I’ll let you know that I am a healthy vampire with a bit of a unique predicament but how would you call it? Wes?" Furious, Angel turned towards the watcher. He was seriously getting tired of those comments about his skills or even capability for a good romp.
"Euh, let's call it a recommendation then, shall we?" added a smilling Wes. He was highly aware of the volatility of the vampire feelings and did not see a need to embarrass him further.
"Huh", scoffed Cordelia. "I see, well none of you dummies deserve that, emphasis on that, body!"
And with a beautiful backlift honed by years of cheerleading practice, she finished the last of her water in an arc that caught Gunn in the background, followed by Wesley just ahead of her and finally got Angel behind her once she landed on her return.
Shocked and awed, they watched her retreat towards the side bathroom, effectively concluding the waterfight.
Indeed, no water was left in any waterguns and it did cool down the temperature of the Hypherion and its inhabitants.
"Well, clean up it is then!" the ever so pratical Wesley announced.
With a grunt, Gunn got started towards the cabinet to retrieve the cleaning supplies and barely catched the shadow of the vamp scooping Fred and rushing through the doors with a laugh.
"Man! This is wrong- the vamp gets the girls, we get the cleanup?" he yelled from the kitchen. "I should have stayed with my crew!" he added.
"I certainly doubt this," responded Wesley "Could your crew provide you with an executive class ticket to another dimension to witness Cordy's rulling?"
"Nah, you got me there English, this is something we can only get at AI" was Gunn's reply.
In the sewer, Fred is enjoying her ice-cream with Angel...
The end.
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NOTE: Part fo the FSB/AO Fanfic Challenge No 1: The element chosen was: ATS Theme 2 – The AI end up in a water fight
Can't thank enough helen for the inspiration and the beta work. I thought that writing Cordy, Wesley and Gunn was the hardest thing to do and she made it feel painless.
Feedback: Yes, please. It's really important to my personal growth as a would be author...
Posted: AO & FSB and at Whedonverse and Beyond.
Nominated for Round 11 at Fang Fetish Awards
community.livejournal.com/fangfetish/32847.html
