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Drowning
By Austin Blake

DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Joss and David. Fire bad. Tree pretty.
DEDICATION: All the Cordy/Angel shippers out there, especially angelchase, TigerWolf and MissKitieFantastico. You've been great to me. I promise I'll review "An Irish Lullaby" as soon as I finish it!
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Part three (of my A/C series?), a follow-up to "Vision Girl" and "The God That Failed." [By the way, I'm a guy. Austin Blake's the name. Nice to meet you.]

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It had been hours since Angel had broken down on the rooftop, and Cordelia had tried her best to rescue him from the dark abyss of his own despair. Still she held him, running her fingertips down Angel's back, placing gentles kisses to the side of his neck, trying to offer him some amount of comfort. He told her that he wouldn't give up the fight, or his life for that matter, but somehow she knew that he was just telling her what she wanted to hear. She closed her eyes, a tear sliding out from beneath her eyelid. It fell on Angel's shoulder, and almost instinctively he tightened his embrace.

"Cordy...don't cry. Everything will be all right."

Once again, Angel was hiding his grief, pushing his emotions to the back of his mind to concentrate on the feelings of the woman he loved. Cordelia couldn't possibly believe the words coming out of Angel's mouth. One hundred and twenty minutes ago, he was ready to wage an all-out war on The Powers That Be themselves, but one stray tear brought his wall of anger crashing down into an ocean of affection that flooded every cell of his being. And every time Angel held her, Cordelia wanted to lose herself in the current, to drown herself in the sweet waters of Angel's love, to feel the ebb and flow of that powerful tide as it enveloped her entire being. But she knew it could never be.

"I know, Angel. It's just...seeing you like this..."

Angel touched his lips to hers softly. "I'm sorry...but it's okay now. Everything's...okay." With that, he kissed her again, this one deeper and more intense than it's predecessor. Cordelia had never felt something so delightfully cool in all her life. She trembled under the soft impeachment of his lips, shivers dancing erratically up her spine, prompting her to return his affections to the fullest extent possible, daring her to take what she desired and make it truly hers.

She pulled away slowly, smoothly gliding the back of her hand across his cheek. God, she never loved anyone - or anything - as much as she did this man, this angel searching for atonement. She held back an onslaught of tears that threatened to spill out, but these were of a different origin. She was happy. For the first time in her life, she was truly happy. And it made her feel guilty to smile at a time like this. What kind of person was she to be thinking about forbidden decadent acts with her new boyfriend while Angel's infant son lay stranded in a sinister hell dimension, suffering if not already dead? She felt that she had sinned in some way, but instantly found redemption in Angel's touch. It was hard not to be overcome with happiness, indeed contentment, when she was being cared for in such a profound manner that only true lovers could ever really comprehend. Cordelia didn't even know if Buffy had received the kind of tender attention she was getting now.

And she didn't care. Angel was hers now, and she was his. And tonight, she had to confirm that belief.

Cordelia's blood boiled in her veins, and for a moment, she chided herself for doing what she was about to. Asking those in charge and Angel to forgive her in advance, she slowly pushed in on Angel's shoulders, gently laying him on the gravel below. Her face flushed as she saw Angel's expression. It was one of awe, but also understanding. Cordelia had forgotten that he was a vampire. No doubt he had caught the musky scent of her desire long before she finally made the decision to claim him. But why didn't he stop her?

A fever swept over Cordelia's body, and such questions were lost to the mercy of the storm brewing inside her. Deft hands slowly slipped the waistband of Angel's drawstring pants down. Cordelia swallowed, steeling herself. She had set out to to something, and by God, she was going to. She lifted her nightgown to her thighs, just enough to grant Angel access. He paused, obviously worried. Cordelia merely smiled down at him, taking a gentle hold of the defining member of his manhood and placing it near the core of her femininity. Angel felt the heat radiating from her most intimate of places, and he too had to gather courage. But Cordelia didn't give him time; tact was not what she was known for.

Stars exploded behind Cordelia's eyes as she took him inside of her. She had underestimated his size...greatly. Still, she held on to his shoulders, bracing herself has they rode higher and higher together, Cordelia in complete control. The tempest of unadulterated pleasure built within her quickly, and in one quick motion, Angel pressed in on the sensitive bud that defined her womanhood with his thumb. The unexpected outburst of pleasurable sensation caused Cordelia to pop, a cry of deliriously maddening enjoyment signaling the final result of her gratification. She fell onto her Angel's chest, quivering as the after effects of her climax coursed through her.

Her voice trembled just as her body did, the tears finally coming. "I love you, Angel."

Angel smiled gently, staying sheathed within the warm confines of her body, thankful that he didn't find his own release. "I love you too, Cordy."