Author: Idnac
E-mail: idnac@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13 Whole lotta inuendo.
Summery: Angel has an opportunity to get his soul back, but there is the inevitable loop hole.
Disclaimer: Not mine, I wish! If they were mine I'd get my 'ships, not to mention Angel and Xander in much leather. Mmm-Hmm. They belong to Joss Wheldon.
It was four-thirty in the morning when the clanging of metal woke Cordy from her sleep. Paying no heed that it was a murderous vampire making the noise she screamed at him anyway.
"Would you shut the hell up, PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP!" She screamed as Angelus saw a small porcelain clock fly out from the darkness and land on the hard wood floor, a few pieces scattering.
"You can really hurt someone like that you know," he called back through the bars.
Suddenly a sleep laden Cordy emerged, wearing loose pajama bottoms that hung on her hips and a tank top. It slightly twisted around her midsection as a strap hung loosely from her shoulder, to Cordelia she looked a mess, to Angelus she was delectable.
"Why can't you be quiet, huh? Some people, namely *me* would like sleep!"
She got no response; he just stared at her and smiled, his arms hanging loose through the openings in the cage.
"Quit it, your freaking me out."
"Quit?"
"Staring," she said turning away, she quickly collected the pieces of clock and threw it on the small in-table next to the couch. Finally done with that she made her way into the open kitchen. "It's bad enough I'm stuck here watching you until Doyle comes over."
"Doyle, ah, forgot about that little imp."
"Yep, here," she said walking toward the cage with a bag, full of red liquid that made Angelus' mouth water. Stopping an arm length away from the cage she held out the bag.
"Ya know," he said, snapping his hand out and grabbing her wrist, "that really isn't far enough away, I could have had you any time, or do you want me to have you?"
"Geez, what do you know, demons have cheesy pick up lines too," Cordy said wrenching her wrist away and dropping the blood in front of the cage. Walking back to her spot she jumped on the counter and started in on a carton of yogurt.
She just sat and watched him picking up the bag as he vamped out, sinking his fangs in and letting the thick liquid pour down his throat, his eyes stared deep into Cordy's. She began to feel sick at how she was getting excited at the erotic elements of the situation.
Dropping the carton she slipped off the counter and walked back to her room as Angelus smiled, knowing what he had done.
Later that morning around seven the doorbell rang and Cordy finally exited her bedroom after hours of seclusion. Angelus body already began to react as she crossed the room in a short, yet elegant, rich crimson summer dress. His emotions, however, turned to distaste when he saw Doyle standing in the entranceway.
"Well, well, don't you look gorgeous," Doyle sighed walking around her in a circle as Angelus growled in jealousy.
"Stop it, I feel like you're a damn buzzard or something, anyway, I have to get out of here for a while so I'll see you later," she said grabbing a baby blue cardigan before she quickly disappeared out the door.
"Hey," Angel said, trying to get Doyle's attention, unfortunately Doyle was still staring after Cordy as she walked away.
"HEY," Angel yelled causing Doyle to snap his head around.
"Man, you want to bust my eardrum or something," he muttered.
"No, just bust you," he growled.
"What's wrong with you, man, well, aside from the whole demon thing."
"I'll tell you what's wrong, *that* is *mine*, you even look at her again and I will shred your skin and laugh as your blood slowly drains from your body, and that's just a start."
"Wow, too much caffeine man," he said sitting on the couch and picking up the remote. Idly he began flipping through channels as Angelus paced his cage and reviewed the reasons he loathed Doyle.
Putrid little nothing, he thought with disgust. Surprised the horny bastard isn't raiding her underwear drawer.
Angelus looked over at him on the couch, eagerly watching the bouncing bodies of aerobic instructors on the screen.
