Author: Kat Lee
Character/Pairing: Angel/Cordelia, Lorne
Challenge/Prompt: comment_fic: Angel the series, Angel/Cordelia Chase, I like me better when I'm with you (Lauv, “I Like Me Better”) requested by geckogirl89
Word Count: 500
Date Written: 18 June 2018
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Whedon, not the author, and are used without permission.
“You should tell her,” Lorne says.
“You say that every night,” Angel mutters through teeth that are suddenly clenching.
“Don’t get catty at me, Angelcakes. I say it because it’s true. Someone needs to put you two together. You keep fawning over each other.”
“She doesn’t fawn over me!”
“Yes, she does!”
“That’s bull -- “
Cordelia opens the door and looks, wide-eyed, at the Demon and Vampire. Then she narrows her beautiful, hazel eyes in suspicion, and Angel feels a part of himself melt in response. “What are you two arguing about?”
“Nothing,” they say in unison.
“That he’ll tell you about any way,” Lorne adds, narrowing his own, red eyes at the Vampire.
“What won’t you tell me?” Cordelia asks, slowly handing Angel his mug of cinnamon-tinged blood. He sniffs the cinnamon and knows that she must care about him to put it in his blood, heat his blood up out of a bag every night, and have it waiting for him when he first comes into his office. She cares about him. There’s no mistaking that, but she could never love him. Besides, even if she could somehow, by some miracle, find it within herself to love him, he can not allow himself to love her. That road can only bring heartache, and he’ll never do that to any woman, but especially not Cordy, ever again.
Grinning impishly, Lorne sips his wine and sashays away.
“Lorne!” Angel’s voice comes out as a half-growl, half-grumble in protest.
Lorne turns back once and grins at him over the lip of his champagne glass. “You’re on your own on this one, honeybunch.”
“What,” Cordelia repeats, her voice now thinning, “won’t you tell me?”
She’s growing angry. She thinks it’s something bad. She can’t know his moon rises and sets in her. Angel looks down into the blood in his cup and sniffs the cinnamon again.
Cordelia steps closer. “What,” she repeats again, her fury quietly building, “won’t you tell me?”
He lets the words go in a rush. “I like me better when I’m with you.” He peeks up at her from his mug and is surprised to see the beautiful smile flushing her face. Her eyes seem to sparkle as she gazes up at him. In that moment, he aches to reach out to her, to draw her close to him, but he know he can not. He yearns for the taste of her lips but forces himself to swallow the blood instead.
“I like me better when I’m with you too,” Cordelia agrees, her own words also coming out rushed. She giggles as the blood Angel’s drinking somehow flushes his pale face.
He downs the rest of the blood in a single gulp. “Good,” he says hurriedly. “Now that that’s settled what’s on the agenda for tonight?”
She starts to shift the papers in her hands. “Well, there’s a nest -- “
He grabs the file. “I’ll start there,” he says and is out the door before she can say anything else.