Author: Kat Lee
Challenge/Prompt: fffc r18.14: Pool
Word Count: 521
Date Written: 3 August 2018
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Whedon, not the author, and are used without permission.
Cordelia ripped through the pages of her third magazine with such haste that she was nearly ripping the pages. This was supposed to be her day, her day to lay by the pool, bask in the hunks who strolled by like the two all the women around her were currently chattering about, and work on her diminishing tan. She’d planned it for weeks. Yet, now that she was here, all she could think about was what might be happening at the hotel and rather or not Dead Boy needed her.
He should be asleep; yet, something told her he wasn’t. He couldn’t exactly walk around in the sunlight like these other men were doing, but for some reason, he was still calling to her. He needed her -- she could feel it in her bones. He needed his Vision Girl.
Puffing at her bangs and grumbling underneath her breath, Cordelia got up off of her lounger, grabbed her things, and stalked from the pool. She’d paid good money for this gym membership, and she now realized it had been a mistake. She wasn’t going to use it. Even on her days off, Angel Investigations weight too heavily on her mind to let her have any fun.
She drove rapidly on her way back to work, passing through a red light and having to flirt her way out of a ticket. When she pulled up at the hotel, everything was quiet. She’d been thinking the whole time that Angel needed her and she wasn’t, and couldn’t be, a normal girl, not even a normal California girl any longer as long as his plight was her plight. She strolled purposefully into the hotel, glancing this way and that for her handsome, undead boss, and finally stopped in her tracks when she saw him.
“Cordy?” he asked, looking up in surprise from the computer. “I thought today was your day off?”
“It was,” she mumbled. For a moment, all she could do was stare into those big, handsome, sensual eyes of his. She could hear her heart pounding and knew he had to be able to hear it too. Wasn’t Vampire hearing supposed to be far advanced than a human’s, like a dog’s or something, just like their strength and speed was superior? She blinked and consciously raised her lithe shoulders into a shrug. “Something told me you needed me.”
“You had a vision?”
“Then what -- “
“What are you doing on my computer?”
“Trying to find information about this new client. Time’s of the essence. From what I’ve been told, I think she was taken to be a virgin sacrifice.”
“We’ll find her,” Cordelia said, taking the paper. “Now move.” She shooed him out of her way, but as she moved, their eyes locked again, and as Cordy felt her heartbeat quicken once more, she suddenly understood. She might not be a normal girl any longer. She might not even be a normal, Californian girl any more. But she was Angel’s girl. She beamed, feeling the proudest she ever had, for that was the best thing in the world to be.