Claimers: They are mine. I own them. Sometimes
I wonder how lucky I am, in that respect.
Title: Tanya Donelly owns the line
from 'Lantern'. She is wonderful.
Lucy's POV
LaOC X - I've Got A Story,
Hope You Like 'Em Gory
'Cordelia, you have such a sexy body. But you know
that already don't you?'
She smiles, as she slides up against me.
Oh, hold her back, people, she's a tiger!
KNOCK KNOCK
'Ignore it. You carry on with... mmm...'
KNOCK KNOCK
If I have to flash that door open, I am going to...
Why is someone knocking on my bedroom door, if the
only other person in my place is here, kissing my neck?
No, this is horrid!
I open my eyes, and find myself alone in my room.
I hate dreams like that.
Well, I love dreams like that, but not when I'm left
all unfulfilled and worked up to the point of...
KNOCK KNOCK
'Come in!'
'You're such a late riser. I bought you coffee. Don't
tell me how horrible it tastes, I already know, Wes says it all
the time.'
My eyebrow raises all by itself as she sits down on
the bed, in one of my silk gowns.
Suits her.
She'll have to come round more often.
My mind swings back to her sex status.
And I then to my own lack of grabbing it with
both hands; literally.
I'm so ridiculous!
I flop back on the bed.
Yes, I'm being dramatic; call the police.
First I help that grating Angel, then I let,
Cordelia 'take me please' Chase, go.
With what she has done in the sex department,
does that mean she's still got something to take?
I don't care; back to being dramatic.
'Are you ok, Lucy? Oh, did you want me to go? Is this
like a 'got none, so get gone' deal?! Fine!'
What?
Oh, she has residual hangover anger, imapring her
brain functions.
'No. Sit back down. I'm not a morning person. What
time is it?'
'Four.'
'You woke me up at four? Are the birds even up yet?
If they are, shot them before they begin making that scratchy chirping,
will you?'
It's not even technically morning yet!
I roll over on my front, and stretch out, like a cat.
I can sense her looking at the little bit of my exposed,
tanned, unlined naked back.
Yes, lovely, isn't it.
Wonder if she wants to find out if I'm a natural blonde?
'P.M. Four. P.M. Like I'd get up at four A.M?! Don't
think so. My skin needs to regenerate over night or I'll be a hag by
the age of thirty.'
Oh, she makes me laugh.
'Cordelia. Lie down with me?'
Welcome back, Lucy.
Nice to see you are still with us.
'Um... ok.'
Should I be swatting her pesky nerves away?
They're buzzing round, almost making me nervous.
If that's possible?
I look over at her, while she unnecessarily fluffs
the pillow up.
I suppose I should try and relax her.
Maybe I could... no, not the time for a naked massage,
Lucy.
'Did you enjoy the meal, Cordelia?'
She concentrates, probably trying to battle through
the wine haze.
'Yes. I think so. I don't remember all that much after
the main course. Sorry. I might have had too much to drink.'
'Really? I would never have guessed. Oh, no, wait
a minute. The fact you passed out in my shrubbery did clue me in a little.'
She has nice mollars.
Didn't know the 'jaw hitting the bed' look could be
so attractive.
Let's take a quick peak in her mind.
Oh, poor thing; mortified.
It's so sweet.
I won't tell her about tripping over the sofa then.
Who would think that she could miss seeing a piece
of furniture that's ten feet long?
She managed it very well though.
This 'dating humans' is more fun then skinning them,
and pegging them out in the desert to dry.
And I have Cordelia Chase to thank for this revelation.
I'll have to get her sex points up past three hundred.
Always better than a Hallmark card.
Yes; the Devil is in a happy mood.
And to celebrate; I'll pop Cordelia's cork,
and try not to spill any on my sheets.