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The Way They Tell It
By Princess Twilite

Rating: NC -17
Summary: Hmm... the first encounter revealed...
Disclaimer: Not mine, so don't sue.
Authors Note: Honestly guys, I'm not sure where the hell this came from. It's not smut exactly.. but it is. I decided to try my hand at humor I guess... I'm not sure how it turned out... so let me know what you think.. And remember, I haven't gone through it and read over it. If I do, it will never get posted because I'll aways have that ONE MORE THING to tweak.
Dedication: To Avalon who needs some cheering up.
Feedback: I really, really want it on this one.

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" Where do I begin?"

" At the beginning dork."

" Cordy, quiet. I'm trying to set the scene... What'd you say?"

" Cliche. It's cliche Angel. ' Where do I begin?' You're gonna start a monumental love story like THAT?"

" Monumental? Are you saying I have a big-"

" Angel!"

" Sorry. But you have to admit..."

" I admit nothing."

" Fine. Then shut up and stop making pouty faces at me. I'm trying to give the members of Stranger Things a little... spice to wake them up this evening."

" Whatever Angel. This is me zipping my lips."

" Like that's ever happened. Okay Strangers- you asked for it... now where do we start with the tale?"

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Where do I begin? It was one of those days that made you want to wrap yourself in ice and drink lemonade...

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" Angel you're a vampire, you don't drink lemonade."

" Cordy? Shut up."

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I wore thinner clothes that day. They weren't black because dark colors attract heat like a magnifying glass. I was bored, bored to all hell. There had been a time when I could sit alone for days and be satisfied with the quiet of it. But not anymore. The lack of Cordy's presense was a tangible thing. Something I could reach out and touch with my fingers if I wanted to. But ofcourse I didn't- who would want to touch such a horrible emptiness?

She said she needed a break. Tossed her hair and said, " Honey, I need to get away for a little while. Take a breather... I mean, c'mon you can only save the world so much before... you know... it gets old."

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" Why are you shaking your head?"

" I did NOT call you Honey."

" I was there Cordy. I remember it quite clearly."

" In your dreams Angel. You were fantasizing again. But do go on..."

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Ahem. As I was saying, Cordy wanted to go on a vacation. So I was stuck inside, avoiding the hot rays of the sun, without the soothing balm of her smile, even her chilly stare. The stare I had recieved many an occasion. And all I could do was think about how much I missed the beat of her heart.

Lately I'd turned into a stumbling idiot, to the point that Cordy had begun suspecting things. And a part of me, knew this was the real reason she went away. To think things over. Was this a good thing? I didn't know. I just knew that waiting was like having my heart removed... very slowly.

With a sharp stake. Which could probabally explain the odd amount of dust I had begun finding in everything from my socks, to my bed sheets.

You might wonder when I fell in love with her? Well, I honestly couldn't tell you. I always knew that she was attractive, but at first it was a vague knowledge. Barely touching the edge of my vision. Each day in her company however, she moved a little closer to my center. To the core of who I was, and I found out that a lot of what was in me, was really her. That was the day she filled my sight. All I could see was her.

And she was the most beautiful woman I had ever had the privledge to know. And to love.

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" Arn't you going to interupt me?"

" Hmmm? Oh, no. As far as I can see, you're doing JUST fine."

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I wanted to get my mind off of her. Off of what she might be doing. Who she might be touching. Even now my gut clenches with the memory of that fear. It was a hungry feeling, stretching throughout the veins... and it scared me just how badly I wanted to drag her back from whatever macho guy she was kissing, and drape her over the very desk I was brooding against.

And devour her. Not in the food way ofcourse.

I'd sent everyone but for Lorne home. He was upstairs watching Connor so I could brood. And brooding I was, it fit me like a second skin- I could feel my heart tighten up like strings were pulling it. What was I going to do if she decided to leave for good?

Tie her up and never let her go.

No. NO. What right did I have to do that? I didn't. She was young, beautiful, with something about her that made the room glow when she was in it. But look dull at the same time against the artwork that was her skin. Artwork that I had imagined too many times, pressing flush against my own, while she wore no more than her big, quirky smile.

As such, those thoughts made me... interested so to speak.

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"He means he got a hard on."

" Cordy!"

" Hey, just trying to be as accurate as possible."

" Right."

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I was interested, enough that I let the fantasy play, right there in the middle of the office, in broad day light. I imagined her straddling my lap, pushing my hands down against the chair so I couldn't stop her. Kissing me hard, opening up my lips with her own. And god, it was what I needed right then, to feel like she could want me.

I'd made myself very sensitive, and I needed to relieve some of the tension.

And erections tend to make man-pires, blind, deaf and stupid so I decided the best thing to do right then was touch myself.

Anyways, skipping over...

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" Wait, why skipping over?"

" Cordy- that part isn't important-"

" It darn well is mister, if you remember, that's about the time I walked in."

" Yes but-"

" And chances are, if you hadn't have been like that... I would have lost my nerve."

" Cordy do *you* want to tell the story?"

" I thought you'd never ask."

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You'll probabally need some back history right? From my point of view.

Well lately I'd... been thinking about things. Things I'd never really thought about, even back in the day when I first noticed that Angel was total eye candy, before I found out he might just look at my throat like a teething ring.

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"Hey!"

" In a good way Angel."

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Thoughts about Angel that were scaring the crap out of me. Hell, I'd wake up in the middle of the night calling out his name. Which was very disturbing to say the least. I had vague memories of the dreams, they were soft like velvet, his shadow wrapped around me. Pumping inside of me. And then I would come into work, half flustered, and his eyes would be there. Everywhere, just watching me in that quiet, focused way he has. And there was something in those eyes, something about the way his hands lingered on me and near me. The way I'd catch his fingers reaching for me at the oddest times.

So naturally I freaked.

I decided what we needed, was some time apart. Time to clear our heads and get those stupid, crazy thoughts out. Because honestly, there was no way we could make love together. There were all these obstacles. There was the curse.

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" The curse was long gone Cordy."

" Yes but SOMEONE neglected to tell me that. So I was operating under the belief that our hormones were going to get us into trouble."

*cough* " I see your point."

" I thought you might. By the way- your ass, is still gonna get kicked."

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Well I went away for two days, to this little abandoned beach that had once been a hot spot. But you know how it is, hot spots often grow cold quick. That's life in California.

I loved it there for some reason. A part of me really didn't want to leave, because it was so safe, and easy. And there was no way that sand could do anything but make you itch and find it's way into... not good places.

It couldn't break your heart.

But since when did I ever do anything the easy way? I sat out on the beach for hours the second day. Watching the ocean, wondering just what I was doing there. I thought of Connor, and how I missed is chubby little face. He looked just like his father-

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" Hold on, is that another fat comment?"

" Gad!! Angel you're not fat, stop fishing for compliments."

" Hey, you gave me a complex, what can I say?"

" You can shut up, and let me tell these people what I was thinking. I'm sure Lala and Ophelia are getting *pretty* annoyed with all these interuptions by now."

" Okay, okay. I'll be quiet."

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Ofcourse then my brain wandered to the father. I couldn't help it. I wanted him, very badly. It was a hard thing to admit. But out there, alone on that beach. I ached for him. His presence haunted me, and it throbbed in the empty space around me.

I'd come to depend way too much on just the smell of that man.

Even on his goofy smile and dark fashion sense. Cause honestly, that vampire looks hot in the black. You ever see the way his pants fit so nicely around his--

Ahem. Anyway, I decided what we needed to do was face this head on. And since I wasn't getting anywhere alone, I knew I needed his help to stop this fatal attraction in it's tracks. So I hopped in the rental car, pretended I wasn't shaking like a leaf, and drove the four hour drive back to L.A.

I stopped off at my apartment first, dropped off my suitcase, wished I could drive back to the little motel on the beach. But I forced myself away from such cowardly thoughts.

I was Queen C, I wasn't gonna let a talk about sex scare me. No sir.

Still, after I had stripped myself of my beach attire and showered all the sand off my skin, I had a hard time choosing what to wear. I admit, I might have been stalling. Dennis threw a sweater at me and all but pushed me naked out the door.

I drove the rental very slowly to the Hyperion. So slowly I had a little old lady honk her horn at me and give me the finger. I tell ya that was something I'll never forget. Ready or not, I found myself parked in front of Angel's.

I sat there for a while, thinking back on our friendship. On everything that we would be risking if we were to go that one step beyond- I started the car to leave once or twice. But I didn't go. I knew if I didn't face this, all that we were might be ruined anyway. Talk about being stuck between a rock and a hard place.

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" Are you laughing at me Angel?"

" S-Sorry. I'm just sure you didn't know how accurate that saying would be."

" Didn't have a clue."

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Finally I got the courage up and walked inside. I was wearing sandles, so there wasn't the sound of my heels to alert Angel I guess. Although he's a vampire and *should* have been able to hear me. I guess he was too preoccupied with... other things. First I went upstairs, but I only found Lorne with his headphones on, while Connor slept in the crib. He smiled at me oddly and said it was about time.

I didn't comment on that, just touched my lips to Conners soft forehead and left the room.

Stupid green guys.

The next place I looked was the library. And what I found... was not what I expected.

And it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. Angel with his head thrown back, pants unzipped, stroking himself. His face was tight, very nearly grimacing, his teeth grinding together. I was frozen there, watching him buck into his hand. I couldn't breathe, the world was spun and for a second I thought I would faint. And I am *so* not the fainting type.

And then he said my name. Growled it really and my entire body jerked in something very like an orgasm. A flame swept over my body, white scolding heat turning my skin red and sensitive. I moaned. Angel's head jerked toward me, his eyes went so wide it hurt to see. And dork that he is, he fell out of his chair.

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" I didn't fall."

" Angel you SO fell."

" The chair was broke, it didn't do that, that... thing that it's supposed to do when you lean back in it."

" What, defy gravity?"

" Screw it. I'm telling the next part."

" Fine. Be my guest."

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So there I was, half way to orgasm when I heard her moan. I should have noticed her in the first place. But I thought my fantasy had just become more vivid, when I could smell her, hear her heartbeat. I thought I was just a desperate creature in need of stroking. So when I saw her, my heart did something odd in my chest. Flinched maybe. And my hand gripped tighter on my penis in reaction. Ofcourse then the chair betrayed me and I went flying over backwards.

I was mortified. Not only had I been caught in the act, calling out HER name, but then the chair makes me look like an idiot. I swear I was blushing. I gingerly zipped my pants back up and stood to face Cordy's wrath. She didn't look like she was angry though when I faced the music. In fact she looked like she was about to pass out. Using my super cool vampire speed, I caught her before she fell over.

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" I WAS NOT GOING TO PASS OUT!!"

" Yeah. Sure. That's why you were swaying like a tree in the wind. Your eyes rolled back in your head Cordy. You were SO going down."

" Well NO ONE is going to see me 'go down' tonight if you catch my drift."

" Cordy, c'mon- Cordy? Cordy? Well okay, while she's fuming, we'll go on with what happened next."

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I caught her, just before she fell. She was light in my arms, her eyes fluttered for a moment and then focused on me. Our faces were very close, nearly touching as I lowered myself to the floor with her. My knees suddenly weak. Her hands slowly reached up and traced the line of my jaw. I felt myself harden further with that innocent touch and then she leaned up, eyes open and on mine. And kissed the living shit out of me. Not that I was fighting her, in fact my hand was buried in her hair and I was all but eating her mouth.

And god, she tasted SO good. And I wanted her so damn badly. The next thing I know, she'd ripped open my shirt-"

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" Where the hell WERE you during this encounter Angel? I didn't rip your shirt off."

" Cordy I have the shirt with no buttons as proof."

" That's because you, mister, were over excited and wanted to climb on top of me with no barriers so to speak. "

"Okay, Cordy. You stick with that story."

" I will."

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Anyways, the shirt had been ripped off. It was history. And her mouth was on my chest. On our knees together, our mouths on each others skin, that boiling day got a hell of a lot hotter. Her tongue bathed across my skin, and it was a damn good thing that I didn't need to breathe, because I couldn't. My throat got so tight all I could do was sqeak when her tongue touched my nipple.

How the hell had we gotten so far, so fast?

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" I can answer that Angel."

" Yeah?"

" Sexual tension out the wazoo - gets you everytime. If you'd watch the X-files you'd understand these things. Anyways, it's my turn."

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As Angel said, I was kissing his chest. But he failed to mention that he'd already stripped me of my panties and was pushing me back down to the floor and crawling on top of me.

Did he mention he was panting?

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" Christ Cordy, you make me sound like a dog."

" Hey buster, you did drool on me."

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Well my head had started to fog, his erection was pressing against me through his pants. And it set off tiny rockets all across my body. His hands divested me of my clothing so fast I blinked and my dress was off, laying shreded on the floor next to us.

We were kissing each other, so hard I couldn't breathe, only moan when his hands massaged my breasts and his lips painted heat across my skin. I unsnapped his pants and pushed them down to his knees, his eyes slammed shut when my hand closed around him and he jerked my hand away from him. The next thing I knew he was poised over me, his eyes burning into mine.

" I love you." He growled.

And that's about when I came to my senses.

" Oh dammit Angel!!" I told him and he blinked slowly as if confused, not sure why I was pushing on his chest. " You big oaf, we can't do this now. Tell me you *don't* love me. Then we can."

" Huh? You'll make love with me if... I don't love you? But you won't if I DO?"

" Yes." So what's Angel do? Leans down and kisses me very thoroughly, his tongue exploring every crevice of my mouth, making me forget, before pulling back. I moaned at the loss, my thighs wrapping around his waist, my arms around his back, and he was there- just there.

The next thing I know, he was pushing very slowly inside of me, all the breath backed up in my lungs and I felt something in my heart... as if he were pouring his soul inside of me. The air had turned thick with our scent. I could taste it when I opened my mouth to him. He whispered something about loving me and his soul being safe, but honestly I wasn't really listening. I was too busy having the best orgasm of my life.

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" Stop smirking Angel."

" Sorry. Just ya know? The best? Really?"

*sigh* " Oh yeah."

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In the throws of my mindless passion, unable to believe that I had climaxed off of that first thrust, my nails dug into his back and my inner muscles clenched like a vice around him. Angel's eyes had slid close, and he bit his lip as he slid out and thrust back in again, hard enough to jar me. I reached up with my mouth and nipped at his ear.

And all hell broke loose.

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" I'm very sensitive there. That's like pressing the evacuate button for my sperm."

" Yeah, I'm sure Angel. One minute man."

" Thirty second girl."

" You loved it."

" Every damn second was worth it. But seriously... when your teethe touched my ear..."

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I'd known I was very close to the edge. I almost came just sliding inside of her. She fit me like a glove. It was like sliding into hot, heavy water. Having it close around me and I was drowning....

I'd never been so happy to die any other time in my life... God, it was so hot and I NEVER wanted to leave. I tried to hold back, but your face was glowing beneath me and your mouth was wet and you were cumming, actually cumming because of ME and I couldn't take it - not with your muscles clenching around my penis and your nails digging into my back. I had to thrust again... the second I did, I knew I was in big trouble... but I thought I could make it, if I was just still- if we didn't move...

Ofcourse then your hot little mouth closed over my ear and set me off like a live wire.

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" That's what all that jerking and hollaring was about?"

" Cordy, do me a favor?"

" What?"

" Close your mouth."

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So I came. After two fricken thrusts, and less then a minute, I had the biggest, hardest orgasm I had EVER had. I think I may have almost blacked out, when I came to my senses I noticed she was laughing beneath me. Her naked breasts were pressed up against my chest, and all she could do was shake with horrendous bouts of laughter. I was about to take offense, after all I hadn't given my most stellar performance, but she threw her arms back around me and squeezed me tightly against her and inside of her. She was all around me, her scent.. just everywhere and I was in heaven.

" I love you Angel." She said between giggles, and my heart about split in two, looking down at her smiling eyes. And I started laughing too, couldn't help it. Listening to her giggle on about us getting off before we'd even really moved. I loved it, it filled up some empty space inside me. The sound of her laughing after making love with me.

I'd never had that before. There'd been terror and pain and guilt after sex, but never... never Cordy beneath me with tears from laughing too hard sliding down her cheek. I kissed the tears off of her skin, happy, content. Something beyond bliss. And then, with all our skin rubbing against each other, with the smell of our sex still in the air, with the taste of her salty tears on my tongue.... I got hard again.

She gasped, her eyes going wide as I began moving inside of her again... But she was still smiling...

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" So guys, that's basically what happened."

" Basically Angel, although you didn't talk about that thing you did with your tongue-"

" Well you didn't mention how you all but mauled me before I could get your dress off-"

" Angel?"

" Yeah?"

" Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

" Oh yeah."

" Sorry people of stranger things, this peep show is ..... officially closed... oh Angel...."

The End.