Author: Kat Lee
Challenge/Prompt: nekid_spike Festive Prompt Cards: Winter
Word Count: 462
Date Written: 23 December 2017
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Whedon, not the author, and are used without permission.
“Mmm,” Cordelia murmurs, leaning back into Angel’s embrace. “You know, for a two hundred and something year old dead guy who has no body heat of his own you sure know how to heat up a girl’s body, even in the dead of Winter when a certain someone hasn’t taken on any cases where we could make actual money and pay the heating bill.”
Angel chuckles. It’s a deep, resonant sound that starts just behind Cordelia’s shoulders and seems to echo throughout her whole body. It warms her even more than his touch, and she’s suddenly toasty warm. She sighs happily, but then again remembers their finances. “Speaking of which, you really need to -- “
Angel interrupts her, reaching over her head and down to her mouth and placing a cold finger on her open lips. “Hush.”
Were that word spoken by anybody else, it would have only gotten Cordelia started, but with Angel’s finger against her lips, she suddenly feels, for one of the ultra rare times in her life, that she doesn’t want to speak one single word more. Instead she hushes, leans her head back a little further against his strong chest, and gazes up at him.
Angel leans down and replaces his finger with his lips over Cordelia’s still open mouth. He kisses her long and deep, his tongue sweeping inside of her hot and ready mouth until he feels her successfully melt in the arms he’s wrapped around her torso. Only then does he lift his mouth from hers.
“Speaking of which,” he murmurs against her mouth, his lips still brushing softly against hers, “I didn’t tell you I rescued a Princess tonight.”
“Really?” Cordelia arches an eyebrow, immediately interested but also feeling an unneeded twinge of jealousy. “A high society girl? Rich Daddy’s spoiled, little, rich brat? A Hollywood starlet?”
“None of the above,” he tells her. “Turns out she’s a Fairy Princess from another realm.”
“Oh.” Disappointment sounds in Cordelia’s voice. “I don’t suppose they have cash in that other realm?”
“No.” Angel hesitates on purpose, then tells her, “But they have plenty of gold and silver.”
Cordy grins, a beautiful sight as always for Angel to behold. “I’ll take the gold,” she says immediately.
Angel nods his head to where Doyle is walking through the doors with a heavy, ancient-looking chest. “There’s plenty of it.”
“Merry Christmas to me!” But instead of rushing for the gold, Cordelia reaches up and pulls Angel into her lap. She initiates their kiss this time, kissing him long and even deeper until the need to breathe finally pushes her mouth from his.
It’s Angel’s turn to sigh happily this time. “Merry Christmas to us both,” he whispers and kisses her again after she’s had time to catch her breath.