The Iron is Hot - Cordelia & Wesley
What If, Wes, What If
Author: Shawna
e-mail: smkraus1@juno.com
Couple: Wesley/Cordelia
Summery: Takes place after S1 Eternity... Cordy and Wes wonder about 'what if's'...
Rating: PG13 ???
Distribution: Wesleyan Aria. Shippers United. Others 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...
Note: To my wonderful friend, Nikki, you are *the* woman! I bow to your wisdom. Friend, fellow writer, and beta, you rock. Thank you.
Note 2: If anyone enjoyed, giggled, smiled, or just really liked this story, please let me know. If you feel someone licking your toes and you are alone...Don't tell me, 'cos I'm not sure what to do about that! Though if you find a way to stop it, *then* let me know.<g>
"Is Angel still chained to the bed?" Wesley asked, his blue eyes sparkled mischievously.
"Yeah, and I'm not unchaining him until later." Cordelia stated matter of factly.
"How much later?"
"Way later."
"Are you sure that would be wise?" Wesley asked, giving Cordelia a very serious look.
"Pfft! Come on, Wes! Geez! He needs to think about what he did! He needs to brood! He needs to stay chained to that damn bed! Anyway, it's daytime. Like he has anywhere to go."
Wesley chuckled, throwing a smile her way.
"Okay, you're right. A few more hours wouldn't hurt him."
"I knew you would see things *my* way!"
"As if I'd dare see things any other way and if I did you wouldn't listen to me anyway."
Cordelia, of course, ignored that comment and went to pour herself a cup of coffee.
Wesley looked at the clock. It was now lunch time, as if his belly wasn't telling him so. He got up with a stretch and grabbed his sack lunch. He knew that Cordy often brought a sack lunch so he figured she'd join him if she wanted too. Sometimes she would, sometimes she wouldn't. Wesley shrugged and went back to the desk he'd been sitting at earlier.
Cordelia watched in silence as she sipped her coffee. She leaned back into her chair. She gave a slight wince at the recycled a thousand times over coffee, but sipped it anyway. It really wasn't *that* bad. The guys were just being wimps when ever they dare complain about the coffee is all. Oh, they can kill ugly smelly slime monsters with a joyful if not down right gleeful, look of pleasure but drink her coffee without complaint? Heavens the world would end!
But thoughts of coffee aside...She focused on the man she was still watching. He was very good looking. She enjoyed watching him. Though she doubted that he ever guessed that she did this 'watching' thing. That she even enjoyed fantasizing about him.
Like right now, she was picturing those sexy manly hands of his weren't unwrapping his turkey sandwich but were upon her skin.
Oh, yeah! She could just picture it...Feel it...They would feel so good upon her heated skin. So wonderful...So breathtakingly wonderful...Those hands setting her body on fire with desire...They would send her to the highest mountain tops of heaven and beyond...
Cordy gave a small moan...
"Aren't you eating, Cordelia?" Wesley asked, glancing up at her at her moan, lifting half his sandwich to his mouth...
His *MOUTH*...Hell, let's focus on that British mouth of his...Once more upon her skin...
Cordelia did her best to ignore that thought. But it filtered through. She couldn't help but think about it actually. It was an impossible *not* to think about! Like asking for no trouble on the Hellmouth. Like no L.A. traffic. Like asking Angel not to wear his hair gel. Like asking her to give up shopping at the mall. Not happening!
Then she realized that Wesley was still staring at her as he took a bite as if waiting for a response from her...Oh, yeah, he asked something! Hmmm...What was it, think damn it! Hands. Lips. Wesley's hands and lips upon naked skin...Naked? Well, yeah, like there would be any other way...Oh, know I remember!
She shock her head. "I meant to bring a sandwich from home, but forgot. I'll yell at Dennis when I get home."
Wesley hastily swallowed his food as he offered, "Want some of mine?". Pointing at the other half of his sandwich.
Cordelia didn't need Wesley to offer the sandwich twice. She quickly grabbed it. After taking a huge bite she said, "I seriously thought I'd have to wrestle you to get this half."
For a second Wesley's blue eyes had a far away look to them. "That might have been..fun.." He whispered.
Cordelia lifted an eyebrow. Wesley suddenly noticed the look she'd given him. He quickly took a bite of his sandwich and tried to focus somewhere else.
After a moment of silence, Cordelia broke it by saying softly, "Yeah, wrestling with you would be very, *VERY* fun, as well as interesting."
Wesley gave her a beautiful smile..."Of course, I'd let you win."
"WHAT! As if! In your dreams, mister! I could beat you up with my little pinkie."
The ex-Watcher snorted at her as he filled his mouth with another bite of sandwich.
"Wesley?"
After a moment in which he swallowed, he replied..."Yes?"
"I was really scared last night." She whispered...Long past memories and resentment filled her mind. Sunnydale. Ms. Calender. Last time...
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'Looks like someone didn't pay the light bill...Cordelia...' Angelus' mocking voice still rang in her ears. Angelus throwing Wesley, knocking him out...Those cruel yet true words...Next time they might not be so lucky with their next run in with him... Hopefully there will *never* be a next time...
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She wondered if Wesley was thinking the same thing. She knew instantly that he was as his eyes turned a richer if not darker blue...
"So was I." His soft British voice admitted.
"What if...God, Wes, what if Angelus comes back one day?"
"We'll...We'll pee in our trousers."
Cordelia laughed and rolled her beautiful brown eyes. "Duh! But..Then, what?"
"Stake him." Wesley stated matter of factly, with just a trace of pure steel.
She gave him a long stare. As if trying to see in to his very soul.
"Damn." Wesley mumbled softly, before adding in a normal voice. "To be honest, I'm not sure. Staking someone who has the face of a beloved and valued friend would indeed be hard, though *not* impossible. I'd do if it if I *had* too..Maybe...Maybe we can keep chains around and a dart gun to put him to sleep..."
"Yeah!" Cordelia suddenly jumped out of her chair, as if shot from a gun. "Excellent idea, Wes! We'll get a dart gun! Then we can call Willow, after chaining up Angelus, and have her do that soul spell on him! If that don't work, then we'll stake him!"
"Sounds good." Wesley nodded, wiping his mouth with a paper napkin. Then he reached out to take a deep sip from his tea cup.
A thought occured to her as she dwelt on what he had said earlier..
"Wes? Have you ever wrestled naked?"
Wesley started to choke...
Cordelia laughed, then said, "Cos, that would be very fun indeed."
Wesley finally stopped choking and looked at her with wide, watery eyes...Then the shocked 'deer in the headlights' look was replaced with one of longing. Which he quickly masked. Thinking that she wanted to get her mind off of Angelus. "You would be right about that."
"Of course I'm right." Cordelia leaned a little closer towards him. A serious look upon her face. "What if...Wes, what if--"
"We'll take care of Angelus, together. If that day ever comes... We'll deal with it, Cordy, I promise you that."
"I know. I believe you. I do...I was...I mean...What if...I did this?" She cupped her hands and gently placed her lips upon his. At first, his lips didn't move for he was frozen with shock at the unexpected turn of events. Then his arms came around her and he returned the kiss as if he were a drowning man...
The kiss was incredible...Spectacular...Staggering...
After a moment or so the beautiful, incredible kiss ended.
"Wow.." Cordy whispered against his lips.
A smile formed upon Wesley's handsome face.
"I second that...Cordelia?"
"Yeah?"
"What if I told you that I really hope to kiss you again?"
"I'd tell ya to go for it, silly."
Wesley leaned forward, cupping her face gently between his hands. Once more his lips met with hers...
***DOWNSTAIRS***
"Guys!...WESLEY? CORDELIA?...Come on, guys. I get the point. I do! I was bad, I'm sorry! I'll be good, promise!...Guys?..."
Angel sighed and the chains rattled as he tried to move for the thousandth time... He wondered when they would come and unchain him. And he also wondered what those two were doing upstairs...
Probably nothing..
"Wes? Cordy? I'm still where you left me. I'm still chained to my own bed and I'd really like to become unchained... Would you believe me if I said I had to go pee? Guys?"
The End