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Unexpected Guest	By : Poppets Category: Angel the Series > Het - Male/Female > Angel(us)/Cordelia > Angel(us)/Cordelia Views: 5180 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Cordelia was nervous. He was standing so close, the empty space in the kitchen the only thing separating them as she stood at the microwave heating his blood. She was trying to act cool, not let him know that she was onto him. But every time she looked in his direction or felt his eyes on her, she wanted to scream and yell and call him names, but most of all, she wanted to storm over there and fuck him. No matter how many of their friends were watching.
'No, not until later,' she scolded herself. 'Then you can have your wicked way with him.' She chuckled evilly to herself and put the next part of her plan into action.
Cordelia walked over to the phone, and dialed a random number. "Hey, Jill …. Yeah, good …. So, where are we going out tonight? …. Yeah, yeah, I haven't forgotten that I'm staying the night at your place …. It's been a long time since I've really had a chance to veg properly …. Ok, see you then." She hung up the phone, trying to smother her

grin as she turned to face Angel, who'd obviously been listening to her side of the conversation.
"Going out tonight?" Angel asked casually as he sipped from his mug.
"Yep. Girls night out. Movies, nails, hair, it's going to be great." Cordelia said, trying to sound as innocent as possible. "Well, better go. Lot's to do today."
Waving at him as she quickly left the kitchen she noticed the thoughtful look on his face.
It was all going to plan. He now thought she would be out all night, so he wasn't going to come 'visiting'. Now she just had to hope that he wasn't out 'slaying' all night.
Cordelia had spent the day shopping, trying to keep herself occupied and stop counting down the hours until she could exact her revenge.
She walked into her apartment, dropping her bags on the sofa and kicking off her shoes. "Dennis, could you run me a bath please." She figured that she wouldn't be able to go over until at least four am. So she had plenty of time to waste.
Angel's hours had become more normal lately. He tended to only stay out slaying until 2 or 3am, and then was up at a respectable hour in the morning. She found it funny that a creature of the night had taken to spending much of his time in the daylight hours.
It was just before 4am when she snuck into the Hyperion. She had wanted to wait longer, but she just couldn't make herself.
Carrying the silk scarves that she had rooted out of the bottom of her closet she took the stairs to his room as quietly as possible.
She couldn't see any light coming from under his door, nor could she hear any sounds when she pressed her ear up against his door. She opened the door as quietly as possible, wincing at the click that sounded impossibly loud as she shut the door behind her.
She crept slowly through the dark room, her memory acting as her guide. She just hoped he hadn't decided to move any of the furniture recently. Cordelia made it within range of Angel's bed without incident.
Once there she just stopped and stared at him. He was lying on his side, facing away from her and the sheet only covered him to the waist, exposing the gorgeous expanse of his broad, naked back to her eyes. Pulling herself together, she realised she would never get anything done if she just stood there staring at him, and she had so much planned.
Toeing off her shoes she approached the bed and carefully looped one of the scarves around his head, covering his eyes. He stirred and she sucked in a breath, but he didn't wake, instead settling more comfortably into his pillow. Cordelia quickly tied the blindfold into place.
Now came the hard part, getting Angel to roll onto his back without waking him.
Stopping to think for a minute, she came up with an idea. She lightly ran one hand down his side, tickling him. He squirmed a bit, but didn't move. Cordelia did it again, but for a bit longer this time and, to her satisfaction, he rolled over onto his back, trying to escape her tickling fingers.
As gently as possible, she grasped one of his wrists and lifted his arm above his head, securing it firmly to the headboard. She repeated the same action on his other wrist and both his ankles until he was laying spread eagle on the bed; the only thing covering him being his boxers. She knew that he could break the bonds holding him to the bed

easily, but she hoped that he wouldn't have any desire to escape.
Crodelia pulled off her clothes and stood next to the bed. She ran her fingers over his chest, tweaking a nipple before moving further down, his sudden gasp spurring her on. She ran her hand over his hard stomach and let her fingers dip below the waistband of his boxers.
She stroked her fingers through the curly hair surrounding his penis, her eyes transfixed by the site of his boxers tenting as he reacted to her touches.
Cordelia carefully edged his boxers down far enough to expose him to her eyes and hands. She curled her hand around him, hearing his breathing hitch unnecessarily. She stroked him slowly, her fingers running up and down his length. Feeling it grow and harden in the confines of her hand.
His body suddenly stilled, and she knew he was awake. Still stroking him she leant towards his ear.
"Shhh," she murmured as he tugged at the bonds, testing their strength. "Just lie back and enjoy."
Smiling as he sank back, she increased the movements of her hand, delighting when he jerked towards her. She slowly lowered her head until her mouth was hovering just over him, letting her hot breath tease his sensitive sin.
Angel growled, trying to arch closer to her, but she pulled away.
"No, I don't think I will," she whispered as she removed her hand from him.
He whimpered, "Please."
"Nuh-uh," she said. "Payback is a wonderful thing."
The bed dipped as Cordelia climbed onto it and straddled Angel's body. Her wet heat was pressed against his chest and he moaned at the exquisite torture.
"Do you want to taste me?"
"Yes," Angel groaned.
"Yes, what?" she demanded, as she ground her body against him.
"Yes, please."
"Good boy."
Cordelia crawled up his body until she knelt over his face. She lowered down onto him and gasped when his tongue darted out to taste her.
His tongue thrust deep inside of her, drinking her juices. He withdrew from her and flicked at her clit, determined to make her come, to regain some of his lost control over her. He took her clit between his teeth and bit down, his mouth filling with her essence as she came, her scream echoing around the room.
Cordelia slowly moved back down his body and away from the mouth that had just given her one of the most earth-shattering orgasms she'd ever experienced.
"Do you want me to make you come now?" she panted. "Do you want to be inside of me?"
Angel groaned, "Please, please."
She moved until she was poised over his erection, only inches separating them from what they'd both wanted for the past week.
"Please, Cordy."
It was the sound of her name echoing from between his lips that spurred her into action. She slid down, taking him into her, encasing him in her slick heat.
"So perfect, so tight." He mumbled. "Cordy, I want to see you. Please let me see you."
Cordelia relented, and removed his blindfold. He blinked, his eyes adjusting to the light spilling through his windowsand bathing her naked body in its warm glow.
"You're so beautiful, Cordy. So beautiful."
She raised her body slowly, until only the tip of him remained inside of her, and then sank back down, hard and fast. They both cried outat the contact and Cordelia increased the pace of her thrusts, riding him hard. Setting a rhythm that they both liked.
He could feel her muscles begin to clench around him and he let himself go, emptying into her as she came, crying each other's name.
Cordelia collapsed against his chest, her body sated and relaxed.
"Could you undo my hands please, sweetheart?" Angel asked once his breathing was back under control.
"Sorry. Of course." Cordelia scrambled up and quickly undid his hands and feet, and helping him to remove the boxers bunched around his thighs.
He grasped her around the waist and pulled her back down, snuggling her beside him.
"How did you know it was me?" Angel asked.
"That was easy. You left your ring behind. You must have dropped it in your 'passion'," she giggled.
"Hey," he mock scowled at her, "I didn't hear you complaining."
"I wasn't. Not at all." She grinned at him. "I did wonder though why you didn't want me touching you and why you always hightailed it out of my room as soon as possible if I made you come."
"I-I feared that if you touched me I would lose control and fuck you, and I told myself that I would never do that. I love you so much, and pleasuring you was one thing, but having sex with you when you didn't know who it was, was a totally different matter. And I-I didn't even know if you w-wanted it to be me, or if you were imagining it was s-

someone else." He dropped his head, avoiding meeting her eyes after his admission, hating himself for stuttering.
"Angel, look at me," she commanded softly. "I love you too. I wanted it to be you so badly. I was always imagining it was your hands and your tongue driving me crazy. But when I found out it was you, I had to get my revenge."
He smiled in relief. "Well, if that's your idea of revenge, I'm more than happy for you to take revenge on me whenever you want."
"Really? Even now?" She questioned as her hand slid lower and he hardened immediately.
"Oh, yeah. Now is good. Now is very good."
THE END.
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