The Iron is Hot - Cordelia & Wesley
Like A Polaroid Picture
Author: Hold That Thought
Contact: APostModernSleaz@aol.com
Site: http://members.aol.com/apostmodernsleaz/fic/
Summary: After going undercover, Cordelia turns the tables on Wes.
Pairing: Cordelia/Wesley
Genre: AU
Rating: R
“You are enjoying this way too much,” Cordelia said, crossing her arms and glaring at Wesley.
Wesley, who was sprawled on her couch, smiled and held up his hands. “Now, now -- you’re the one who volunteered to go undercover.”
“Well, yeah. You said the demon was part of a burlesque show. I thought, hey, performing’s performing.” She flicked at the row of beads that dangled between her white-lace-clad breasts. “You didn’t tell me burlesque meant strippers.”
“You didn’t ask.” He looked her over from head to stiletto’d toe. “And if I’d known how...authentic...your disguise would be...I certainly wouldn’t have volunteered the information.”
“Ha ha.” Cordelia spun around, shaking her ass. “At least I look good.”
“Positively smashing,” Wesley agreed, grinning.
A mischievous look crossed her face. “Maybe I should practice my moves a little first.”
Raising an eyebrow, he said, “I dare say I wouldn’t be averse to that idea.”
“Mm, I bet you wouldn’t.” Striking a Playboy-worthy pose, she slunk towards the couch and lowered herself onto Wesley’s lap, nipping at his ear. “You always get all the spoils of war while I’m stuck being undercover gal.”
Wesley grabbed her hips and nuzzled her neck. “Well, you have had the most practice in these things.”
Cordelia froze. “These things?”
Bugger. “I meant acting, of course.”
“I know what you meant.” She stood, wobbling slightly in the heels. “Get up.”
Wesley had been kicked out of girls’ flats before, sure -- but dammit, things had been going so well for him and Cordy. Then, as usual, Wesley had messed everything up. With a sigh, he stood and was halfway to the door when a single word from Cordelia stopped him in his tracks.
“Strip.”
“Beg pardon?”
“You heard me.” Wesley turned around and watched Cordelia settle herself on the couch. “If you ever want to see me naked again, you’ll strip.”
She wasn’t bluffing. Cordelia absolutely wasn’t bluffing. With a sigh, Wesley walked back towards the couch and started unbuttoning his shirt.
“Nuh-uh, do it right,” she admonished, grabbing the stereo remote and clicking it on. The apartment was filled with some godawful techno beat that Phantom Dennis disapproved of, judging by the thumping on the walls.
Wesley swung his hips back and forth, slowly undoing the buttons. Keeping his eyes on her, he let the garment fall to the ground, then peeled off his undershirt.
Cordelia whistled. “Woo hoo, take it off baby!”
“You’re not making this easy, you know.”
“Oh, I know. That’s kinda the point,” she said, smirking.
“You’re a devil woman.” Wesley pulled off his belt, then slid it across his chest in a move he hoped would be classified as sexy and not, say, buffoonish. Cordelia wasn’t giving anything away, just smirking and bopping her head to the beat.
Suddenly, she reached forward and grabbed the belt from his hands. Uncrossing her legs slightly, she placed the leather strip across her thighs, inches from where the white satin hotpants ended. This led to a new development which would make removing his pants difficult, if not outright mortifying.
Devil woman.
Cordelia licked her lips and motioned for him to continue. Wesley rolled his shoulders and tried to affect a sexy, Angel-style glower as he slowly undid his fly and allowed his khaki pants to hit the floor. Time for the big finish.
Just as he’d hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers, Cordelia spared him by clapping and whistling. “Bravo, good show! You’ve redeemed yourself. This time, at least.”
With a sigh of relief, Wesley smiled and plopped down next to Cordelia on the couch. “Did I really do a good job?”
“Oh yeah,” she nodded, leaning over to kiss him. “If we were in a club, I totally woulda stuck a dollar in your g-string.”
“Only a dollar?” Wesley asked, trying to sound scandalized. “Surely I’m worth more than that.”
Cordelia arched an eyebrow. “Don’t push it, mister.”
The End