You Sick, Sick Man (5/5)
by
LaLa247
Rating:
PG-ish?
Comments: Picks up where the other stories left off. Back by
demand. Typed this at a friend's house. Hope it makes sense. Enjoy! :)
The vampire and the Seer stared at each other, neither wavering. His eyes
narrowed slowly, and the girl raised her eyebrow in return. All was silent in
the hotel except for the low drone of the radio, playing a jazz number; and the
clock, its hands moving in stride. The two champions sat, no longer in their
‘work clothes’. The vampire sat in a tank and a pair of sweats; his Seer in
a blue camisole and matching pajama pants. Suddenly, hands shot forward,
grabbing the shot glasses in front of them. The two downed the liquid inside the
glasses and slammed them down.
Almost immediately, Cordelia Chase made a disgusted face. "Augh...I hate
rum..."
Angel smiled and poured her another cup. "It's evil- you want
another?" His voice was quiet, but gentle. Even after five drinks. Hey, he
can hold his liquor.
She shook her head. "No...I wouldn't want to get drunk and
all...friendly." She paused. "Okay." She grabbed the glass and
drank it. Angel smiled slightly. Cordelia's eyes met his and she slowly set down
the glass. "What?"
"Nothing." Angel quickly responded. He sighed and leaned back into his
chair. "It's just...this is nice, you know? You and
me...together...alone-"
"No craziness." Cordelia quickly offered, grabbing the bottle of wine
and pouring herself a glass.
Angel blushed slightly. "Yeah, no craziness." The tension between them
was excruciating. At least, he thought so. He snatched the bottle out of the
girl's hand and drank straight from it.
Cordelia sighed. "What a way to spend a Saturday. Drunk off our
asses."
"I'm not drunk."
"Not yet."
Angel leaned forward. "You would be drunk off your ass at a club anyways,
Cord. At least here I won't have to beat up any touchy-feely guys. Here is
good." Cordelia nodded in agreement. Their eyes met again, a silent moment
between them. "And I wouldn't have to use the hand. Drastic measures...”
Cordelia rolled her eyes. "Whatever. You wanna do tequila?"
Angel frowned. "That's with the lime and the salt, right?" Cordelia
nodded. "And you lick..." She nodded again. The vampire shook his
head. "I don't do licking." The smirk on Cordelia's face told Angel he
needed to rephrase. Quickly. "I-I mean...it's trivial.” A feeling of
dread came over Angel. He thought he had finally gotten over his
‘insanity’. He hid Lindsey’s hand, he stopped being weird, all was good.
But now...
The Seer stood up and dragged her seat to Angel's side. She pulled out the
liquor of evil, the lime, and the salt from the mini bar. She calmly poured a
bit of the salt on Angel's hand. Angel watched her in shock. She swung back the
tequila, then quickly licked the back of Angel's hand. Speechless, Angel could
only manage a astonished croak. She pulled away and sucked on the lime. Angel
opened his mouth, then closed it. Cordelia withdrew the lime from her mouth.
"What?"
Angel stared at his hand. "What was that?"
"Tequila."
"That was dirty."
Cordelia laughed. "You're dirty! Come here." She clumsily poured salt
on the nape of her neck, then handed Angel the bottle and lime. "Go."
Angel shook his head. "N-No...I can't." He stared at her neck.
"It's not...friend-like. And you're drunk."
Her hazel eyes met his brown ones again. "It's not a big deal. It's
supposed to be overtly sexual. Just do it." A pause. "And I'm not that
drunk."
Angel sat there for a few seconds, thinking. About what Lorne had told him.
About how he was slowly breaking her down to his ways. At least, that's what he
thought. “I’ll be taking advantage of you in your fragile state-” Finally,
without anymore hesitation, he took a swig and placed his mouth on Cordelia's
neck. The two froze in their
positions. Angel slowly licked the salt from her neck, and kept his mouth there.
Everything came back. All the feelings. All the emotions. All that insanity. He
hastily pulled away and sucked on the lime frantically, avoiding the Seer’s
eyes.
Cordelia slowly wiped her neck, sliding her seat away from Angel. “Well...Gunn
was cool with it...”
Angel immediately became alert. “What did you do with Gunn?!”
Cordelia quickly hopped up and ran to the radio. “Nothing!” She started
changing stations, tapping her feet. Angel watched her steadily. Those pajamas
were cute. Almost as cute as the little outfit he was going to make for the
hand. Cordelia suddenly turned around, facing Angel. She pointed a slim finger
at him and the music flowed. “You won’t admit you love me-” Cordelia
crooned seductively. Angel couldn’t stop the panic that appeared on his face.
“And so...how am I ever...to know...” She slowly walked towards him. “You
always tell me...perhaps, perhaps, perhaps...”
Angel stood up. He had to get out of there. Before he could reach the stairs,
Cordelia had grabbed the vampire’s arms and was dancing and singing loudly.
“Cordy-”
“A million times I’ve asked you....and then...I ask you over...again...”
Angel jerked out of Cordelia’s grasp and headed towards the nearest exit as
the Seer kept singing. “You only answer...perhaps, perhaps, perhaps...”
Something in Angel snapped. It could’ve been the alcohol. Or the fact that he
was crazy. But he turned around, his eyebrow raised. “If you can’t make your
mind up...we’ll never get started...” He sang loudly. Cordelia giggled
wildly, clapping. For once Angel didn’t care about looking stupid. He wanted
to have fun. Or that could’ve been the
liquor talking. He waltzed over to her. He grabbed her arm and spun her around
so they were in a ballroom dance position. “And I don’t wanna wind
up...being parted...broken-hearted...” They twirled around the room smoothly,
now in a tango position.
“So if you really love me...say yes...but if you don’t, dear...confess...”
Cordelia picked up where Angel left off, a
huge grin on her face. “And please don’t tell me...perhaps, perhaps,
perhaps...” They tangoed all over the lobby, both laughing. “I knew you
could dance, Broody!”
“I’ve been holding out, I guess.” Angel replied quietly, thrusting his and
Cordelia’s arms out, and they danced.
“If you can’t make your mind up...we’ll never get started...” Angel sang
quietly, staring into Cordelia’s eyes.
Cordelia grinned and joined in. “And I don’t wanna wind up...being
parted...broken-hearted...” They sang in unison. “So if you really love
me...say yes...but if you don’t, dear...confess...and please don’t tell
me...perhaps, perhaps, perhaps...”
“Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps...” Angel swung Cordelia, her arm over her head,
then dipped her. “Perhaps...”
“Perhaps...” Cordelia continued, their faces inches apart.
“Per-haps...” Angel mumbled, bringing his face down slowly. Their lips
touched gently. They abruptly pulled away from each other like a jolt had shot
between them. Angel backed away slowly. “I...um...”
Cordelia was in a similar state of shock. “Uh..yeah...”
Angel blinked. “Um....bye...” He raced up the stairs.
Cordelia slowly sank on the couch, touching her lips. She lifted herself up
slightly, feeling something hard underneath her. She dug under the cushion and
pulled out something smooth and cold. Lindsey’s hand. She groaned and tossed
it to the floor. The girl leaned back and closed her eyes. After a moment, her
left eye opened. She slowly sat up and opened both eyes. The Seer bit her lip,
debating the thoughts in her mind. Finally, she snatched up the plastic hand off
the floor and stared at it. She turned it over in her hand, then slowly smiled.
“Hello, Cordy.” She squealed in a cartoonish voice. “I’m Lindsey’s
hand...how are you today?” She giggled. “I would like some nail polish,
Cordy....I think I should look pretty for Angel...”
FIN