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Title: Comfort… a matter of opinion.
Author: Pat aka Cordy69
Rating: PG-13 mostly for language
Notes: Fluff story created as an answer to prompts (Hurt/Comfort; Angel & Cordy; Role Playing) from Hetapalooza at

"Angel, stop!" Cordy was exasperated. He had been fussing over her for every little hurt, every little bump. From the day she started working with him (and not for him as neither made a pretense of...), he'd been attentive and fussy.

Okay, this was another scrap, and truth be told she was happy with the attention. So much so, that in every bathroom of the building you could find aloe cream to soothe her skin, arnica gel for bruises, lavender scented candles she could have going on at a moments notice. The man definitively knew how to make her feel like a princess!

Anyway, that wasn't the point. The issue at hand is that he never, ever, let her take care of him. And… We are not even talking about basic patching up job here; we are talking about full blown nursing love.

"And why don't you lay down on the sofa close to my desk, Angel?"..."Would you like some more blood to drink, Angel?"..."Let me change your dressing Angel"..."Let's slow down on practice for today, Angel" type of care.

The man was a pain!

So, a new dawn has come. Angel had promised Cordy that she could play. And she knows it will be her way rather than the highway. It's role play time, buster! She had sent Wesley on an errand all the way to Santa Monica. The poor guy would be gone for the rest of the day. Lorne wasn't scheduled to stop by until the early evening and Fred couldn't wait to get to the Mexican cooking class that she'd signed her up for. She will be gone for at least two full hours. Since the stars are aligned in her favor, who was she to argue? Here she was, waking up her boss in the middle of the afternoon, ready to play pretend.


“Cor?" His voice was husky from sleep.

“It’s okay, Angel. I just wanna play a game.”

“Now?” He dropped his foot on the floor and while still seated moved to brush his hand through his bed hair in an attempt to feel and look almost decent. “Give me a minute and I’ll come check on you.”

The poor man still thought he was getting up at the ungodly time of 4AM for him just to help out, well as surprises go, why not?

He found Cordelia seating on the small sofa in Wesley office. For a moment he just stopped and looked at the beautiful woman that was the heart of this office. It’s never been about beauty. That had grown old centuries ago, but one needed to have an inner glow, that special little something. Dru had it, Buffy had it, Cordy had it. Like a moth to the flame, he couldn’t stop himself from going to them, making them suffer. He had sworn to himself, he wouldn’t repeat the pattern, he would be vigilant to Cordelia's well being and make sure nothing bad ever happened to his friends. Not under his watch; not anymore.

“Cordy?” his broken voice needed practice. It'd been ages, if one was to count, that he did not need to be up so early. She turned and gave him quite the thorough once over. He felt his skin prickle, something was odd and he was hard pressed to figure out what the problem was.

“Come here Angel and promise me something.” He felt even more at odds, hearing the sweet voice his seer was using. “Anything, Cordelia, what is it?” He couldn’t be more forward but he wanted to make sure, she’d know he was there for her.

“I want you. No. I need you to understand one simple thing.” She paused, as much for effect than for a slight need to regroup. “When you get hurt, I know you can recover quickly. I know the marvels of a good cup of O pos. I know that resting in the dark gives you the boost that you need, but none of those things makes me feel better.”

“But, shouldn’t you be happy, knowing I am getting better?” Angel was lost and a little bit hurt.

“No, doofus. I mean that I feel useless when you get hurt and I want to fuss around you, feel like I can make a small difference in your comfort, be there for you… The way, you’ve always been there for me.” She whispered, almost more for herself, a little unsure about why she needed this as much as the air she breathes. It’s not like Cordelia Chase puts that much value in other’s quality of life… Still, if Doyle’s sacrifice had taught her anything, it was definitively to seize the day, make a difference, care about others and most of all being aware of the needs of her family, mind their well being, mind his comfort.

Angel pulled his seer by the shoulders so she’d be flush to him and looked down at his right hand still fidgeting on his lap. He wasn’t sure what to say. He’d never been that good with words anyway, he could try though to hold things together.

“You want me to?” His voice croaked a bit. “… to slow my rate of recovery?”

She rolled her eyes as she punched his arm. Honestly, the man really was a doofus; Reason enough to slug him when he asked stupid questions! “Nooooo. I just want to savor the moments we have together, take my time to make sure you are alright, take more than a moment to make sure you know how much I care about you.” Cordelia turned slowly around and ducked a bit to see Angel’s perplexing expression. “You know… I want to help; I want to feel useful; I want you to appreciate me…”
Take time
The smile that spread across the vampire's face was a sight! “Are you fishing for compliments Cordy?” the snicker rumbled from his chest and blossomed into a full belly laugh. “Cor, I crave your attention! That is one thing you do not have to ask for. I’d stay in your arms for however long it takes to make me feel at home. I just didn’t know…”

“Well, I didn't know either, I just felt like I needed something, and couldn’t explain what.” She sighed. “You can stop laughing now, Mister. It's stopped being funny already!”

“C’me here” he said, reeling the seer to his side, trying as much as possible to melt her into his broad chest. “I promise to be the best patient you’ll ever have. No matter what.” And with a slow smile he deposited a small kiss on her forehead, following the brow below, until a similar smile brightened the face of his best friend. “And, I promise, I’ll be there for you!”

“Thank you.” and this time, she was the one leaving a chaste kiss on his temple.

The end (word count: 1146)

Thank you for reading!
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Teasing Kiss, by Pat

Spying Cordelia asleep at her desk, I stop halfway down the stairs. I know the fake sleeper is awake and I know she doesn’t want to help me clean the basement.

I know how to wake Cordelia up, and if it takes her whole lunch hour, well more fun for me.

I sit myself on the floor, by her chair, and lightly place my mouth on the back of her hand. The smell is refreshingly delicious and for a moment I forget what I plan. Inhaling deeply I manage to deposit a feather light kiss on her skin. She moves slightly but nothing more than a tremble.

Far from being put off, I decide to go a little further in the game and open my mouth to let my tongue explore the tip of her thumb. I know it ought to tickle a bit so after a few seconds of that stimulation, I scrape my blunt teeth on the round pad and finish with a wet kiss on that beautiful extremity.

Still no movement, she is good, just not as good as the master. Who does she thinks I am? Angelus is laughing just at the idea of teaching that vixen what a demon like us can teach her in that regard!

I shift a little and bring her hand to fully cup my cheek, allowing me to reach everyone of those fingers. I envelop them with light kisses that are soon followed by a light sucking motion until I am satisfied that the moisture on those pads reflect her inner excitement.

From my position, I am on the front seat to appreciate how her body awakens to my presence. I won't stop there as I want her with me. I lick the inside part of her elbow, tickling, testing and soothing with my tongue, teeth and mouth the vulnerable area. She can't hold it and swishes her upper body, thrusting both arms under her head, pillowing the beautiful face of my seer.

I am so in for the kill! Rising slowly, I hunch my body over the desk, inches away from her closed eye and deposit a butterfly kiss on it. She can't hold the moan and I know she is at my mercy. She does manage to taunt me though with a whispered “Gunn, stop it!”

Ready to teach her a lesson, I put my arms behind my back, body away from her, and I allow my lips to draw her breath with a soft nibbling of her lower lips. Her body completely quivers, that's the moment I took to smother her with a full lip kiss starting on the upped corner of her mouth and sliding to the fuller side of those carnation lips. The exclamation coming from her is drowned in the cavern of my mouth and I take full advantage of my freebie.

That was just about the moment she shoved me away with both hands flat on my chest, adding, "What do you think you're doing perv?"

"Well, sensually waking up my ‘sleeping during business hours secretary’" was my quick reply. Before she had a chance to ream me a new one, I put the cleaning supplies on her desk and deftly fled the scene shouting, "Meet you downstairs in two minutes, Cordy!"

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This is an incomplete work that needs work, however I am posting here everything that I have so far so I can think about fixing the development, characterization and conclusion later on.

Nominated at Sunnydale Awards (Fall 2011)

Beigy and Smutty, by Pat
Title: Beigy and Smutty
Author: Pat aka Cordy69
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3119

Prologue and Chapter One ... )
{C}The Challenge Summary by Cyd
the complete post can be read here:

The ATS team tried the same spell Willow used to bring Cordy back.

Season 5 setting of course. The following points are essential:

1. We're talking dark beige Angel, murky brown even
3. Angel accepted W & H's offer on the condition of Connor's new life and Cordelia being 'cured'
3. In exchange they got what they'd always wanted, Angel under their control
4. The cookie dough incident was Angel being...well Angel, selfish and insecure. With him believing it was Cordelia doing all those things, he was desperate to hold onto his past with Buffy even if it was his second choice.
It's not Willow's spell that brought Cordelia back. The Powers sent her to fix the damage Angel cause by opening the realm between them and The Senior Partners, and to get Angel back on track one last time.

Whether she remains afterwards or returns is up to her, but until she gets Angel back to helping the hopeless she's stuck on planet earth.

Seeing everything that happened after Skip duped her, Cordelia is royally pissed.    And though she recognizes her responsibility in making bad choices, she has no intentions of forgiving Angel…again.  Too many bad choices.  So Cordelia has to deal with her anger while convincing Angel why he should return to the mission.

If she can’t, The Powers won’t let her back in.  And for now Cordelia wants to leave LA and Angel as quickly as possible.

Angel’s argument, if Cordelia wants him to be a champion again then there has to be something in it for him and he's not willing to wait for the shanshu The Powers kept dangling in his face.

Angel's condition for their renewed alliance; every time he deals with a vision they have sex and the word no isn't allowed. Whatever he wants he gets.

Now how will Cordelia ever get back to the higher realm and away from the vampire that part of her now despises if she has to be around to deliver sexual payments?

Of course, the usual arguments. Buffy, Groo and icky Connor, Gwen, Eve, Nina; it’s all fair game.  And all the while boundless sex. It gets to the point that Cordelia is torn about wanting to have a vision. The sex is great but how long can she endure all night sex marathons.  Of course along the way, Angel mellows, Cordelia mellows and love is admitted.

Round 8
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