Got Ya
TITLE: Got Ya
AUTHOR: Fyre
EMAIL: Fyredansa@hotmail.com
SUMMARY: Someone's feeling a lot better about herself...
FEEDBACK: Hey, if you like it, please comment. If not, I'll go and sulk in the corner.
DISTRIBUTION: Just here at the mo...but anyone can have it :-) Just ask nicely ;-)
SPOILERS: Just after 'Lover's Walk'...but Wesley is already in the picture too.
COUPLE: Wait and see - B/A, C/X, W/O, W/X all implied
RATING: Series starts out nice - no worse than the TV show, but I get the feeling it make get worse *naughty grin*
DISCLAIMER: Let me get this clear - if I owned these guys, do you THINK I would waste time writing? Ho no! ;-) These chaps and chapettes (chaps preferred) belong to Joss Whedon and all the other companies involved with the TV show. I should have asked for permission to use them, but I didn't and its too late now, so please don't sue me cos I'm poor!
CLASSIFICATION: This is part one of the "If you say so." series.
NOTES: My mind does funny thing when I'm meant to be focusing on lectures. This is the result.
DEDICATED: Anyone who actually reads it :-D
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Fluffing her carefully-styled hair over her shoulders, the young woman stepped out of the driver’s side of the car, her long lithe legs seeming to go on forever as she straightened up, one hand rising and pulling the shades down slightly to peer over them, a confident smile creeping onto her lips.
Swinging her purse over her choulder, she made her way up the flight of steps, as if oblivious to the admiring glances flitting in from all sides of the open area, no more than a tiny smirk on her face.
The short, stream-lined skirt hugged her even tighter than the one she had been wearing the previous night, the heels almost mythically high, impossible for all but the best to actually successfully walk in.
The shirt she had chosed was exquisite, a cross-over number that barely concealed the promising swell of her breasts from the ogling eyes of the mass of teenage boys and their overwrought hormones.
From the shadows of the upper balustrades, a pair of blue eyes sparkled in silent admiration, as the brunette made her way towards the main building, anything but the grieving young woman he had first encountered the previous night.
She looked incredible, the combination of her natural style and grace with her complete air of confidence attracting stares from every eye in the place.
Leaning against the cool stone, the vampire watched as the ‘gang’ raced over to her, ahead of the gaggle of drooling, testosterone-fueled males.
“Whoa, Cody!” Buffy ran an appraising eye over her, as the brunette glanced at her designer watch casually, lifting her shades off and carelessly tucking them into her small purse. “Love the do.”
“Yeah, Cordy.” His eyes fixed on her chest, Xander’s jaw was gradually getting closer and closer to ground level. “Whoa!”
With a bored look, Cordelia rolled her eyes at the teen. “Get a brain, Xander.” She sighed. “If you don’t mind, I’m going to the library to see Giles...alone preferably, if that’s okay with you.”
“Uh...ok.” Watching the dark-haired girl strutting confidently away, her head held high, without so much as a backwards glance, Buffy whistled under her breath. “What a way to rebound.”
Xander followed her back, his mouth opening and shutting several times, a surprised – if not slightly confused – expression on his face. “What the hell was that?” He finally managed to ask.
Patting the stunned boy on the arm, Buffy gave him a wry grin. “That,” She replied with a chuckle. “Is the Bitch. You killed her briefly, but now shes back and stronger than ever.”
~~~~~
Well aware of the stares she was receiving, Cordelia continued down the hallway until halted by the familiar nasal tones of the man who had somehow wormed his way into the position of Principal.
“And what do you think you’re wearing, Miss Chase?”
Searching for what she thought would be an appropriate rtort, she turned to him and smiled sweetly. “Do you like it, sir?” Not letting him interrupt, she continued brightly, a smile splitting her features. “I knew you had exceptional taste. I’m so glad you approve of style...I mean, you have to be the best teacher...easily the most...” Bending close to him, she murmured. “Attractive.”
Snyder’s jaw almost hit the floor, his eyes bulging in their sockets as she patted him on the head and sauntered away, her delicate rear rolling suggestively with every step she took.
A smirk of satisfaction curled her lips at having shut the runt up, one hand briefly smoothing down her skirt as she entered the library, looking around for the former Watcher, her eyes darting this way and that.
“Giles?”
The Watcher emerged from his office, his usual sleepy expression on his mingled with that of concern. “C-Cordelia?” He gave her a smile. “Are you all-all right? You left rather suddenly last night.”
The image of a certain peroxide-blond vampire rose in her head, her teeth sinking anxiously into her lower lip. “Actually...” She replied uneasily. “There is something I was wanting to talk to you about about.”
“To-to me?” half-sitting on the edge of the table, he gestured for her to sit, taking off his glasses and letting them dangle from his folded hands that rested casually on his thigh. “What is it?”
Sitting, she toyed with the hem of her skirt, before looking up at him uneasily. “I ran into a vampire last night.” She replied, holding up her hands to silence him. “I knew he was a vampire and we...”
“You what?”
A small smile flickered in her eyes. “We talked.” She met the Watcher’s green eyes, searching for some sign of understanding. “He...I...I don’t know why, but I felt so much better after talking to a demon than I did after talking to anyone here...”
The look on the Englishman’s face was priceless, his eyes widening. “Are-are you sure this was a genuine vampire? And he didn’t try to harm you in any way?”
Cordelia gave him a dry look. “Puh-lease.” She rolled her eyes expressively. “I think I do recognise a vampire when he goes all fangy and ‘Grr’ on me. And no, he didn’t try to...bite me.” A flush rose in her cheeks, her fingers twisting awkwardly together at the memory of the blonde’s teeth gently scraping the skin of her throat. “He looked like he was planning on it, then he stopped and sat down beside me for a chat, as if we were best friends.”
“This is most i-irregular.” Gnawing on the tip of the leg of his spectacles, Giles eyes focused on a non-existant speck on one of the library walls, a deep frown wrinkling his brow. “Have you seen this vampire before?”
With a nod, Cordelia sighed. “I’d seen him once, but he seemed different.” With a shrug, she gave the librarian a wry smile. “Pretty dumb, huh?”
“Did he threaten you in any way?” Giles lowered his spectacles and gazed at her, the concern in his eyes making her uneasy.
Shaking her head, she replied. “No. He just listened to me and made me laugh for the first time since...” Trailing off, she gave him a sad smile. “Well...you know.”
“I understand.” Giles weakly replicated her smile, his confusion and concern for the girl growing. “Did he..uh...make any m-mention of his intentions?”
“Aside from insulting Xander? Which, by the way, was very amusing.” She shook her head. “He just seemed to want to talk to me. It was...wiggy.”
“But you did talk to him? In-in spite of him being a-a vampire?”
“Yes, already. God, Giles, that’s what I said. Is it so hard to understand?” Throwing her hands in the air with a sound of exasperation, she sighed. “I’m going to class. Maybe you can find out why some vamp would want to be my agony aunt.”
“Very well.” Her heels tapped on the floor as she swiftly left the ex-Watcher and the unseen observer in the stacks with plenty to think about.
~~~~~
“Anything?”
Looking up from his books, Giles brushed a hand over his forehead with a frown. “I-I’m afraid not.” He replied guardedly. “But I must ask...d-did this vampire know who you were?”
Cordelia dropped into the seat, a small grin threatening to break free. “Yeah.” She replied, forcing as bored a tone as she could into her voice, her fingernails drumming idley on the tabletop. “He recognised me.”
“Who did?” Wesley wandered into the library, interupting the conversation between the object of his affections and his predecessor. At the silence between the duo and the exchange of glances, the younger man straightened his back. “Mr Giles, if something is going on regarding Hellmouth activity, I demand to know what it is.”
A wicked twinkle flickered in Cordelia’s brown eyes. Winking at Giles, she rose and turned to face Wesley, her expression as grave as could be. “I’m pregnant...” She whispered, uncalled for tears adding to the dramatic show. “He was such a good-looking demon...I thought he loved me!” He voice rose to a wail, as she threw herself into the startled Watcher’s arms.
“A-a demon? Miss Chase?” Pushing her back, he looked her up and down. “Are you absolutely certain?”
Sniffling, forcing back her laughter, she frowned. “Beyond all the horns and slime? I think he was...and he le-he-heft me.” Wailing, she grabbed the younger of the men by the lapels, her body shaking fitfully.
Holding her awkwardly, the pompous young Englishman seemed at a loss for words, as he patted her trembling shoulder. “There, there, Miss Chase...I’m sure it’s not all that bad.”
“But he left me!” Slapping her hand against his chest, she seemed to be hysterical. “I can’t believe he did this to me! Just left me to deal with his spawn with no way for me to contact him!”
“Ho-how did this happen?”
Her head resting on his shoulder, she whispered. “It’s called sex, Wesley. When he puts his thing in you’re thing...or my thing in this case...he le-he-heft me.”
At the mention of the ‘S’ word, the Englishman’s face went a deep shade of beetroot, his mouth opening and shutting several times with no sound managing to come out. “Are you all-all right, Miss Chase?”
Raising her laughing face, Cordelia grinned at him. “Hell, yeah! I’m not just good...I’m Oscar material!” Grabbing her bag off the table, she pranced away towards the door, her new-found super-confidence making her even more alluring, her brown eyes dancing with mirth as she paused to call back. “I’ll go straight home now, Giles. Tell Buffy I’ll see them all at the Bronze.”
“Very well, Cordelia.” Giles was having a hard time hiding his humour at the situation himself. “Take care.”
“Will do.” He voice rang back as the door swung closed, leaving Giles to face an incredibley startled and confused Wesley.
“Oh do shut your mouth, man. You look like a guppy.”
Turning from the door, the Watcher blinked his blue eyes. “What did I miss?” He asked faintly.
“Nothing, as usual.” Smirking, Giles returned to his office. “Absolutely sod all.”
And high up in the stacks, a certain blonde vampire stuffed the tough sleeve of his duster in his mouth, bloody tears of laughter streaming down his face at the brunette’s little act.
She was a bloody riot.
And a corker to boot.
~~~~~
Adding the final touches to her make-up, Cordelia smacked her lips and smiled at her reflection that looked way better than she could recall it looking for weeks.
Tucking the lipstick back into the glove compartment, she glanced around the street, seeing no sign of the Slayer or any of the others, her hair fluttering around her face under the whim of the air-conditioning system.
Turning, she slid her legs out of the car, clutching her purse as she rose smoothly to her feet, her three-inch stiletto heels taking a moment to adjust to the rough ground, the leather of her skirt squeaking as she bumped the car door shut with her hip.
Glancing down, she checked her entire ensemble was neat. Her skirt rode high, revealing narrow strips of her bare, tanned legs between the hem and the top of the thigh-high leather boots that were tightly laced from ankle to thigh.
Her shirt was a leather halterneck that was barely held in place by a narrow silver chain, her long, slender neck as bare as her smooth back. Dark waves of her hair hung loosely to her waist, framing her face, her dark eyes highlighted by carefully applied slashes of eyeliner.
“You look smashing, luv.”
Raising her face, she found herself eyeball-to-eyeball with the bleached vampire, who stood barely three paces away from her.
“God, Spike.” Slapping her perfectly-manicured hand across her barely-covered heart, she glared at him, trying not to smile at him. “Were you trying to scare me or something?”
“Trying to scare you?” A cool smile crept onto the tall vampire’s lips, as he took a pace forward, one hand rising to rest, palm-down, across her belly. “Why would I do that with the brats on the way and all?”
Dark brown eyes widened, her hand rising from her chest to her mouth in an ‘O’ of realisation. “You were in the library?” Another blush coloured her cheeks. “You saw me?” Her voice was a muffled squeak.
“Duh much, pet?” Grinning at her, he bit back a chortle. “You should have seen the new Watcher’s face...it was like someone had grabbed him and shoved a stake right up his sorry arse.”
“But that’s his normal expression.” Cordelia’s eyes twinkled, as the vampire burst out laughing again.
Shaking his head, he offered the girl his arm. “You’re a bloody nutcase, luv.” He chuckled, a devilish look in his blue eyes. “I could have done you in by now, you know that.”
“But you haven’t.” She reminded him pointedly, tapping a glass bottle against his chest. Looking down in consternation, his gaze rose to meet hers, one of her delicate eyesbrows arching. She had to be one of the few women he had met who carried Holy Water in a perfume dispenser.
“You’re not as dumb as you act, are you?” Scrutinising the leather-clad woman at his side, he shook his head again. “Why do I always bleedin’ well underestimate the chits in this town?”
“Excuse me?” The eyebrow rose again, icily. “I’m not a chit.”
“Bint?” He suggested, a playful gleam in his eyes. He promptly received a cuff across the head for his efforts. “Ow! What the bloody hell was that for?”
Cordelia pursed her lips at the vampire, trying her best to look angry. “For calling me a bint, you...you...you vampire!”
“Ooh! Look at the queen of the witty retort.” He smirked at her, briefly wondering why he likes this nutty chit as much as he did. Perhaps it was her sense of humour or simply the way she acted around him.
Whatever it was, he didn’t intend to kill her any time soon – if ever.
“Sarcasm never did anyone any good.” She informed him primly, the hint of a smile lurking in her eyes, amid the feigned fury.
Spike chuckled once more, patting her hand. “May I walk you to the Bronze?” He inquired, inclining his head. With a nod, Cordelia smiled, but he could see the unasked question. “Can’t come in. Her Slayer, me vampire...not exactly a good deal, luv.”
“Why can’t I find a nice, normal, rich guy?” The brunette sighed, throwing one hand dramatically over her eyes. “First the twit, now the big bad who all my friends hate as much as Angelus...this is just bloody great.”
“Language, luv.” The blonde reprimanded with a cocky grin. “We can’t have people saying I’m a bad influence on impressionable, young ladies, can we?”
Turning to glare at him, her heel caught in a grate, her ankle going out from beneath her with a curse.
“Got ya.” Spike’s arm around her waist stopped her from falling heavily, his touch gentle, yet firm as he helped her up. Her face slowly rose to his, as he met her wide eyes and softly repeated. “Got ya.”
Swallowing weakly, Cordelia blinked dumbly at him, dampening her lips with her tongue, before she managed to reply. “If you say so.” Blushing, she lowered her face, unable to bear his penetrating stare, her heart thundering against her ribs.
Two cool finger tips brushed her straying hair aside, running down her jaw to gently tilt her chin up, raising her scarlet face to his, the smile on his sensual lips sending a thrill down her spine.
“You are so bloody gorgeous when you’re embarrassed.” He murmured, tracing a fingertip across her brow to sweep her tangled hair further back from her face, his expression growing serious. “No.”
“No?” She felt her voice crack in...disappointment?
“No.” He repeated, his smile returned. “You’re just plain bloody beautiful all the bleedin’ time.”
“Oh.” She lowered her eyes, her cheeks burning, as his cool hand tenderly cupped her chin. **He’s a vampire...dead guy...ewww...with nice hands...such nice hands...**
“Cordelia.”
At his whisper, she raised her head, only for his mouth to descend on hers, drawing her into a hungry kiss, hot meeting cold in an explosion of uncontrolled passion that they had both been missing for so long.
Directing her until she was leaning back against the wall, he felt her sinking into his embrace, a shiver of pleasure running through him as she pulled him closer, her hands around his back, firm fingers kneading his flesh.
Cordelia was drowning in the waves of pleasure that were flooding her senses. The coolness of his lips combined with the heat of his kisses were making her melt, her knees dissolving into a puddle of nothing.
Pulling away, the vampire vanished before she could open her eyes, leaving her healf-slumped against the wall, a hazy smile on her bruised lips.
“Cordy?” Opening her eyes lazily, she spotted Buffy and Angel approaching, both looking concerned. “Are you okay?”
“Pfft. Yeah.” Straightening up, she smacked her lips together again, her smile threatening to split her face. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“You looked like you were about to fall.” Angel put in quietly.
Cordelia shrugged. “Dizzy spell.” Inclining her head towards the Bronze, she enquired. “Shall we go in?”
“If you’re okay.” The brunette nodded, wondering how her companions would reacte if she told them her dizzy spell was caused by a sexy vampire kissing the living daylights out of her.
“Let’s go party.” She said, looping her arm through Buffy’s, reisting the urge to glance back down the alley.
~~~~~
Licking the traces of plum lipstick off his lips, Spike swung around the nearest lamppost with a grin. She tasted just as good as she looked and smelled and she was so damn hot.
And she had kissed him back in a way that suggested that she might want him just as much as he wanted her...something he hadn’t felt in Drusilla for a very long time. Too long, really.
He couldn’t wait until the next time he saw the fiery cheerleader.
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