Meme time!

[littleheaven]

Gakked from niamaea because it seems like fun...

Give me one of my own stories, and a time stamp sometime in the future after the end of the story, or sometime in the past before the story started, and I'll write you at least a hundred words of what happened then, whether it's five minutes before the story started or ten years in the future.

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[damnskippytoo.livejournal.com]

You knew *someone* would ask this one: post "Oblivian." Unfortunately, I can't decide if I want the next day or a week later. Hmmm...give me both and I'll give you cookie. :P If not, give me next day.

[littleheaven70.livejournal.com]

Next day it is. Something schmoopy, because I'm sick of the angst *g*

Unbeta'd, sorry!

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Cordy hummed to herself as she shuffled about the kitchen, her giant fluffy slippers noiseless on the smooth floor. It was still raining, and watery gray light filtered through the Venetian blinds. Behind her on the bench the microwave dinged softly, and she popped it open to grab the mug of blood inside. Angel would definitely need a snack after – well, yes.

As far as visions went, last night’s one had produced some rather interesting results.

Naked results. Hoo boy.

Picking up a steaming mug of coffee from the counter with her other hand, she made her way to the bedroom, hip-bumping the door open.

It was darker in there, curtains drawn tight against the dawn. Angel slept face down, arms spread across the mattress. His broad, muscular back twitched a couple of times, and for a second Cordy could feel the candle in her hand, hot wax running over her fingers, and a warm sweet ache sprang to life deep in her belly.

Angel turned his face on the pillow, scented the air, and his eyes snapped open. Hotness notwithstanding, he could be more than a little creepy at times.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” she said, as he rolled onto his back and put a hand to his forehead. “Coffee, and O-pos - hold the cinnamon.” She put the mugs down on the table beside him. “I wasn’t sure which you’d need more.”

“Thanks,” he said, his voice rusty. He eyed the drinks for a second, then turned his attention back to her. “Are we okay?”

Not quite what she was expecting. Total freak-out, definitely. More naked fun time, possibly. But this? “Sure. Why shouldn’t we be?” She sat down on the edge of the bed and crossed her arms over her thin t-shirt, acutely aware that his gaze was flickering from her eyes to her breasts.

He looked uncomfortable. “Well, we’ve seen each other naked. Repeatedly.”

She nodded. “Pretty wild, huh? What about it?”

“You don’t think it’ll make things weird at the office?”

She couldn’t stop the snort of laughter. “Of course not. It was just sex. Please tell me you’re not going to have a wiggins. So we got a bit groiny with each other. Big deal. Nobody died.”

As soon as the last word left her mouth, her stomach sank. For a moment she’d forgotten all about it, as impossible as that seemed.

Angel went very quiet and still, and for a split second his eyes flashed to where the box full of drugs was hidden under the bed. Icy prickles walked her spine. He couldn’t know. Could he?

In a blur he was out of bed, gaining his feet and grabbing his pants, which were drying over the back of a nearby chair. “I have to go.”

“What? You can’t – it’s daylight,” she said, unease pooling cold in her stomach.

“It’s raining. I’ll make it to the car, you can drive.” He yanked his zipper closed and snatched up his sweater.

She grabbed a loose sleeve. “Angel, what’s the rush? You’re giving me a complex, here.”

He paused for a second, and the look of desolation in his eyes almost undid her. “I have something I have to do, back at the hotel. It’s important.” His voice dropped almost to a whisper.

Under the bed, bottles of pills rattled, and the bottom of her stomach dropped out. He knew.

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“How?” she croaked, letting the hand grasping his sleeve fall limply into her lap, not wanting to believe her suspicions.

Angel looked even more uncomfortable, but Dennis saved him from having to give up his source, sliding the plastic box out into the open.

She couldn’t believe her ghost had betrayed her trust. “Dennis, so help me, I’m going to find a way to bring you back to life, just so I can kill you again,” she hissed through gritted teeth. “And you!” She rounded on Angel, who paused in the act of toeing on a shoe. “Is that what last night was all about? Sympathy sex? Poor, dying Cordy, she might as well get some while she can? What are you, an x-rated version of the Make-A-Wish Foundation?” She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, and hot tears stinging the corners of her eyes.

“No, Cordy. God!” Angel shouted, shocking her to silence. He took a big breath, visibly calmed himself, and perched beside her on the bed. “I didn’t even know until after we got back from the canyon. Dennis told me while you were in the shower.”

It took her a moment to process that. After the sex, and the hot’n’heavy flirting at the door. “Then – why?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

Angel didn’t hold her gaze, dropping his eyes to the floor. “You were all wet and naked, and – “ he paused, searching for an appropriate word – “excited. I couldn’t help it.”

Well, she could hardly blame him for not being able to resist the hotness that was her. Her heart rate began to slow. “And after?”

“I don’t want to lose you, Cordy.”

Dennis thumped inside the wall. She scowled at it. “You’re not off the hook, mister.”

“He doesn’t want you to die,” Angel said, taking the hand in her lap.

“Well, duh. Neither do I.” She rolled her eyes. “But what choice do I have?”

“Let Wes and I help. Please.” Angel’s eyes found hers again, begging.

She sighed, feeling suddenly tired and frail. “We’ve been through this. You need the visions.”

“I need you,” he said. “Do you remember what the Oracles once told me? One door closes, another opens. We’ll find a way. You’re not abandoning anyone by choosing to live. If you die, you can’t help any of those people.”

Oh, God, that made too much sense. She was so sick of being in pain, and scared. And she really, really didn’t want to die. The tears broke loose, running unchecked down her face, and she didn’t try to stop them. “But, how?”

He shook his head. “I don’t know. We’ll find a way. Please, Cordy, let us try.”

She was too tired to fight anymore. “Okay,” she whispered, and Angel wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close.

For the first time in ages she felt something she’d long given up on. Hope.

She also felt Angel’s hand on her ass. “Angel?” she said, into his shoulder.

“Yes?” he said, his lips warming against her neck.

“I think your clothes are still damp. You should take them off.”

He pulled away, and a small spark lit in his eyes. “Are you sure?”

“Totally.” She nodded. “Can’t have you dying of pneumonia before you save my life.”

“Vampires don’t –”

She pushed him back into the mattress, and pulled off her t-shirt. “Shut up, Angel.”


End.

[damnskippytoo.livejournal.com]

Yay, schmoopy! *does schmoopy dance*

I was afraid you were going to do a snippet and leave me hanging, but you wrapped it up with hope and the beginning of more sex so you couldn't have done a better job. I love this meme!!

Thank you!

[littleheaven70.livejournal.com]

Me? Snippet? The words are mutually exclusive :o) I'm glad you liked it, honey. This is so totally the way it should have gone. *punches M.E.*

[samsom.livejournal.com]

That was a wonderful treat, and so them!

Aw, I miss this. Are you sure you need to work? Maybe you could just take care of the sprog and write, 50/50?

[littleheaven70.livejournal.com]

Thanks! I missed writing, too. I just don't seem to have the ideas these days. I long for the days of Missing Santas. That story pretty much came out fully formed on the first go. *sigh*