The Iron is Hot - Cordelia & Wesley
Demon Slime! Good Time?
Author: Shawna
e-mail: smkraus1@juno.com
Couple: Wesley/Cordelia
Summary: Well, it involves demon slime.. And a good time with Wes and Cordy.
Rating: PG13 ???
Distribution: Want. Take. Have. Just let me know you're taking it.
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to the great Joss Whedon and anyone else who say it's theirs. None of the characters belong to me....All I did was stand outside with handcuffs and chocolate syrup and promises to return them in the morning...I just didn't tell them which morning!!!
Feedback: Please! Pretty please....just no flames, even if my writing deserves it...They scare me..
Note: This is a fluff piece pure and simple. I hope I make you laugh. A big think you to my friends who helped me and always seem to find the time to encourage...Della, Kath, Savvy, Cindy, Trish, and many others.
Thanks...And Nikki, you are such a sweetie! Love ya! And yes, I will keep on typing!
"AWW...GROSS! Do you have ANY idea how much this outfit costs to get dry cleaned? Why do I even bother buying nice, fashionable, yet reasonably priced clothes, if I'm just going to get demon blood all over them?"
"You have more than demon blood on your clothes, Cordy. You also have demon pus and brains all over your outfit."
"Thank you so much, Mr. States-the-obvious! You really notice so damn much!"
"Cordelia." Wesley sighed, as he rolled his eyes. He ran a hand through his dark hair, spreading more demon slime into it. When he realized what he'd done he winced. "Anyway, didn't you say something once about shopping at the Penny Saver? Since when has any of their merchandise been deemed fashionable?"
"Shut up, Wesley."
They had just killed a Demaack demon. The demon was a nasty fellow. Very difficult to kill, but kill it they did.
Earlier, Angel and Gunn had taken Fred out to get taco's. So that had left Wesley and Cordelia alone when the Demaack demon attacked. At least, they were able to get to the weapon cabinet.
The only way to kill a Demaack demon was a sword through the heart. But when one puts the sword into its heart, the demon explodes. Of course, making a huge mess.
"Well, you did say--"
"Wes, shut up! Surely you know the meaning of shutting up, it's where your mouth is remarkably quiet!"
"Really?" Wesley gave her an amused smile.
Cordelia gave him a half hearted icy glare.
Laughter danced wickedly in Wesley's blue eyes.
"Why are you laughing at me?"
"Because you look...Never mind."
"Because I look...What, Wesley? Funny covered in demon entrails?" Cordelia snapped angrily.
"No."
"Then what?"
"Because even covered in demon slime...You still look...Incredible." Wesley said sheepishly.
Cordelia gave him a beautiful wide smile.
"Really?"
"Really." Wesley replied, with a small gentle smile.
Cordelia slinked slowly toward him.
"So when you say I still look incredible covered in demon slime do you mean..."
"You look sexy, beautiful...Incredibly hot." He murmered huskily, with only a trace of embarrasment.
"Really?"
"But..." He considered for a moment, and then for devilment, replied, "you look better naked."
"Wesley!"
"What? It's true."
Wesley leaned in close to Cordelia. He lovingly touched her cheek and then tilted her chin. His lips touched hers. Cordelia's arms slowly wound themselves around his neck as she responded to his demanding, yet loving kiss. Her hunger was as great as his own.
Wesley's lips seemed to cherish hers. Raw passion exploded between them, in a kiss that was both passionate and sweet.
Great waves of pleasure crashed through her and it was only a kiss! A passionate, loving, sweet, hungry, and very intense kiss...A kiss of lovers...
Cordelia moaned as she pressed her body even closer to his. Wesley's arms tightened gently. Holding her close, yet protectively. Passion swept through them both, willingly allowing flames of desire to consume them.
Reluctantly they ended the kiss, yet their bodies were still intimately close...
"I love you."
"I love you too, Wesley. We really need to take a shower." Cordelia whispered as her hand slipped through and then lodged in Wesley's hair.
"Um...Yes." His eyes lifted to where her fingers were tangled.
"Together?"
Wesley gave her a quick kiss.
"We must conserve water!" He said, lifting her up into his arms. Cordelia laughed with joy, as Wesley quickly climbed the stairs, going into the first room they came too.
***Later***
***Okay, much, much later***
Angel sat in silence. Staring off into space.
"Angel? Are you okay?" Cordelia asked worriedly.
"Did you remake the bed? Change the sheets, as well as, burn the other sheets?"
"Yes."
Angel slowly turned to look at her.
"That's twice now that I caught you two in my bed."
"And?"
"It's my bed!"
"So, all you do is sleep in it!"
"Damn it, Cordy!"
"Hey, don't yell at her!" Wesley said, standing beside Cordelia, his hand on the small of her back.
"Will you two please stop doing it in *MY* bed. I love you, guys. Really I do, but there are some things I don't want to find my friends doing. Like making love in *my* bed!"
"Okay, no more sex in your bed." Wesley said, nodding as if he was agreeing with himself.
"Yeah, Okay." Cordelia agreed.
"But can we still have sex in your car?" Wesley asked innocently.
"WHAT!!!"
"And your shower?" Cordelia quickly added, joining the fun.
"And your closet?" Wesley started counting off on his fingers...
"Don't forget your desk."
"And your rug."
"Don't forget the time on top of Angel's car." Cordelia bumped Wesley's arm reminding him and they shared a secret smile.
Angel looked dazed. "You've pretty much done it...*Everywhere*, haven't you?"
"Pretty much, yes." Wesley stated honestly.
"Oh, yeah. Definitely, a lot of places and on top of a lot of stuff."
"Guys, please don't share any more with me, I'm having heart failure."
"Can a vampire have heart failure?" Cordy asked curiously.
"I don't know about other vampires but with you two as my friends, I can. Please go to your place and no more sex in my bed."
"Okay." Cordelia and Wesley said at the exact same time. They quickly left him alone and Angel shook his head. He kinda thought the two of them were cute. They were deeply in love. He was happy for them. Really. They just needed to stop acting like sex crazed maniacs. Like that was possible! Angel smiled.
He walked over to his leather jacket that was draped on a plush, red overstuffed chair. Suddenly, a familiar scent hit Angel. He had caught the smell earlier during the day but hadn't thought much about it, until now...
"No, they wouldn't....Not on my...DAMN IT! WESLEY!!! CORDELIA!!!"
He threw open his door and shouted for them once more. "You two did it on my favorite jacket!" With his vampire hearing, he could hear giggles as the lovers left the building.
The End