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Vision Girl
By Austin Blake

DISCLAIMER: If it’s yours, it isn't mine.
DEDICATION: Molly, as always. Rae, who never let me have a dull moment in life. ("What's lovemaking without a little bloodshed?") And all the Angel/Cordelia shippers who have been been begging me to write more.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Just a little fluff between Angel and Cordelia, though I’m still a B/A shipper through and through. I write (and RP as) mostly Angel, but I write based on requests. Like, Angel/Faith, Angel/Willow, or Angel/Dawn. Haven't gotten around to writing any slash yet. But hey, there's always tomorrow! Now, I've been seeing a lot of Angel/Cordelia banners and buttons, and frankly...they do look kinda cute together. After "The Price," only Connor didn't return at the end. If you read this, please review.

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Cordelia watched in sorrowful exasperation as Groo left the hotel, duffel bag in arm. She lowered her head, casting her eyes to the tiled floor, which was still stained red by the pentagram Angel used in an attempt to get his son back. She turned her head and looked up to the top of the staircase where she felt a gaze upon her. The gaze belonged to Angel. He was the reason Groo had decided to depart. She knew it was wrong to feel the way she did, but she was so torn. Groo was sweet, loyal, and literally worshipped the very ground she walked on as if each grain of dirt was made pure and holy simply by her feet gracing them with their presence. And Angel, well, he was something she could never obtain. If she did, dire consequences would result. Just ask Buffy Summers. Angel could never have the world of love that she had to offer him, and that hurt her more than any vision she had ever had.

He was slipping. Slowly, but surely, he was slipping from the light of a champion into the darkness of soullessness, and again it was right before their very eyes, out of their control. The only person who could make Angel's pain go away and end all this misery and gloom was off in another dimension, no doubt suffering immensely if he had survived.

Hold on a second. Who said she wanted to obtain him? Who said she ever even considered offering him a world of love? Why would anyone think such a thing? And why did seeing him so desperate and broken shake her to her very core? They were friends - of course she cared about him and how he felt. That doesn't mean she...she...

She loved him. She wasn't torn. She was trying to fill an Angel-shaped hole in her heart with a Groo-shaped peg...constantly. And it was an inefficient substitute for the real thing. Seeing him up there, watching over her, disregarding all his heartache and trauma to concentrate on her well-being, it made her heart soar with affection. Even after all they had gone through lately, he was still breathtakingly handsome. Sure, Groo had his good qualities. But Angel, he was...well, he was Angel.

Cordelia watched him come down the staircase cautiously, as if sizing her up, scanning her facial expression. She always had detected a hint of jealousy from Angel concerning Groo, and was wondering what Angel was thinking.

*I'll kill him.* Angel thought, *If he's hurt her, I'll kill him. I'm itching to maim and brutally slaughter something. Might as well be him.*

"What was that about?" Angel asked, nodding towards the front door to indicate Groo's departure.

"He left," Cordelia said matter-of-factly, "He said something about fighting many battles in his time, but not being able to compete with you. And someone of his upbringing respects a princess' choice."

"Choice?" Angel said, his brow furrowing with confusion. Cordelia cracked a slight smile at the sight of it. How come she never noticed how adorable that was? "What choice?"

"It's nothing," she replied, lowering her head to hide her smile. She feigned sadness, putting her acting background to good use.

"Are you okay?" Angel asked, placing a hand on her shoulder comfortingly.

Hook, line, and sinker. Cordelia nearly giggled at his touch, but stifled it, merely nodding. She kept her eyes from meeting his. That would be a dead giveaway to how she really felt. As for her feelings towards him, he tended to be kind of dense about those kind of things. She didn't want to deceive him, but he was being so sweet, and she couldn't help but milk it for all it was worth.

"Do you need anything?" Angel inquired, his hand moving down to her shoulder blade, a small amount of friction created as he moved his hand up and down her back, warmly caressing her. And it felt nice. Very nice. And right.

"A kiss?" Cordelia said, raising her eyes at long last to meet his. As soon as she did, she had a vision. Had she not been part-demon, blinding pain and foggy flashes of events would have accompanied the vision. But this vision was clear. And very, very descriptive.

"A...kiss?" Angel asked, apparently surprised by her request. Cordelia waited until the vision was over, then lightly punched him in the arm. "Ow...what was that for?"

Cordelia beamed. "Angel! I can't believe you'd do that to me...and so well!"

Angel was at a loss for words, simply perplexed by everything she said. "What are you talking abo-" He was cut off by Cordelia's lips meeting his. It wasn't just a kiss. It was an experience. He felt energy - no, light - flood into his body, his mind whirling in a sea of sensitized pleasure. He pulled away slowly, shocked and amazed by Cordelia's display of affection.

"Cordy...we're floating..."

Cordelia smiled and closed her eyes as Angel held tightly onto her body. She refused to lower herself, because that meant she might leave the heaven of his arms. Her body began to glow brilliantly white, the illumination filling the vast space of the Hyperion Hotel once again. The next thing they knew, they were in Angel's bedroom.

Cordelia trembled as his mouth caressed her most intimate of areas, building up such wonderful sensations in her as the controlled lashing of his tongue against her womanhood sweetly punished the core of her femininity. She involuntarily raised her hips to him, eager for more of his affectionate attentions to grace the sensitive bud where he worked such rapture, the likes of which she had never felt. Her silent pleading grew more aggressive as she let out a loud moan, her left hand struggling through the nearly back-breaking spasms he was inducing to grasp his head. And grasp it she did, fingers taking firm hold of his dark brown locks, pulling them harshly with each pang of exquisite bliss he coerced from her.

She felt her blood rush to the point where he so excellently stimulated her desire, his handiwork having created a masterpiece of pleasure that coursed through her very veins. She let out a sharp sigh of contentment, the sighs escalating again and again until she burst with delight, the pressure he had built up inside of her with such care finally rupturing, her back arching as a result of his physical flirtation. The product of such immense gratification spilled out of her, and she shook as she fought to regain her composure. But a telltale smile had made it's home on the visionary's lips, speaking volumes of utter elation without saying a single word. She shuddered as an aftershock of her joyous explosion slithered it's way up her spine, making the smile that much bigger. Still she trembled as she reached out a hand to touch her lover's cheek, fingertips alighting on the sculpted curve of his jaw in adoration, admiration, and appreciation for what he had just done to her.

"I love you, Angel..."

Angel smiled up at her. "You saw this coming, didn't you?"

Cordelia nodded, smirking. "Yep. But you didn't."

"I can honestly say I didn't. I never thought that...I mean, you and me..."

"That's why I'm Vision Girl." Cordelia sat up, kissing him softly. "I love you, Angel."

"I love you too."

"Think we should tell the others?"

"I think they already know."

"What do you mean?"

Angel thought for a moment, then lowered himself and grazed the crucial point of her womanhood with the tip of his tongue. She let out a sharp gasp, almost screaming. Angel sat up, smiling. "You aren't the quietest lover in the world, Cordy."

"Is that what I am?" Cordelia asked, smiling softly at him. "Your lover?" Before he could respond, she continued on. "What about B-"

"Cordy, don't compare yourself to her. You're two different people. Yes, I still love her. I don't think I'll ever stop. But she's not in my life anymore, and I have to accept it. I also have to accept that for the first time in a very long while, I'm in love. And I'm in love with a very great girl who doesn't need to have any insecurities about how I feel about her."

"Insecurities? Pfft. I was just wondering about breakfast. When are you going to the kitchen? I am a princess, you know."

"French toast sound good, your Majesty?"

"It will have to do." Cordelia giggled.

Angel smiled and stood, heading towards the door to fulfill Cordelia's culinary request.

"I'm in love with you too, Angel." Cordelia said, biting her bottom lip and smiling.

"Good. Now that that's settled, I'm going to make the princess something to eat..." Angel paused, looking around the room. "...and I'm going to call someone to get these walls soundproofed."

"PLEASE DO!" Gunn yelled from downstairs.