Dis/claimers: Joss, Mutant, Fox,
UPN, Tesco's, Burger King, HMV, etc own CC, not me. I do own Lucy. For
this I am... happy.
Title: No Doubt own the line. Not
me.
Kudos: The bush comment comes from
Steff 'The Varos Triad' Adams. Danke. *laughs*
Lucy's POV
LaOC XII - I Can't Believe I've Had This
Chance, So, Don't Let It Go Away
Finally I've found someone who appreciates clothes
more than I do.
Cordelia Chase: the prettiest clothes horse I have
seen in a long time.
Yummy!
Actually, she is very chirpy for someone who's drunk
so much.
'Cordelia. Follow my finger.'
I wave it in her face, and she tries, she does, but
fails miserably.
She's still drunk!
Damn it.
There goes my sex in the afternoon jaunt then.
Don't want her passing out when I get to her thighs.
Although I could still work with her like that.
No, she has to be aware of what I'm doing for it to
be fun.
Nothing worse than the sound of snoring when you are
feeling someone up.
'Miss Chase. You appear to still be under the influence.
I'd like to say of me, but I think the Chianti has removed all the blood
in your veins.'
She flashes me a look of utter contempt.
What a sweetie!
'I am not drunk! Look, I'll prove it to you.'
With that, she's up, and walking a straight line.
That's if by straight line you mean a very wobbly,
uncoordinated one.
She doesn't even have heels on.
Women; the bane of my life.
No, the bane of my sex life.
No, the bane of my non-existent sex life.
'Can you get me my robe while you're veering that
way?'
'I am not veering! I'm... I think your floors uneven.'
'Of course. Couldn't be all the wine with no food
you had, has to be my uneven floor. Who's the president?'
'I got drunk, not suffered head trauma.'
'So drunk you passed out in my bush. Are you ok? Oh,
I mean my hedge, sorry.'
A pause, as she gathers herself, then hands me my
robe.
I get out of bed, without putting it on.
Didn't say I wanted to wear it, just that I wanted
it.
Miss Chase, such a wanton look of lust.
Like what you see, don't you?
I stretch out, then slip the black silk over myself,
slowly.
Nothing like a little morning tease to get that blood,
or Chianti, pumping to the right places.
'Come with me.'
I hold my hand out, and she swallows, but complies.
Wonder if she'll sell me her soul?
After I have finished with her, it'll probably be
the only thing left that I haven't taken.
What a delicious thought.
As we get into the bathroom, she pauses and looks
around.
'Please don't tell me you don't like the colour scheme
in here either.'
'Are you the Queen of some small country? This is
real gold, isn't it? I can spot fake a mile off.'
'It is real gold. Nothing but the best for me. I'm
going to have a Jacuzzi, want to join me? It's big enough for ten people,
so no need to worry.'
Wanted to still that panic in her head before it got
to out of control.
I want her out of control on my body, in my bed, or
in my Jacuzzi, not in her mind.
But then I can't resist, mainly because I'm the Devil,
but also because I'm wound up tight enough to unravel and take someone's
eye out.
I walk over to her, and run a hand up her back.
'I'll even let you have a little champagne. Just enough
so you can slip underneath the water, and I can save you by performing
mouth--to--mouth.'
Then I kiss her, a little one, to get her juices flowing.
No panic in there now.
Only thoughts of lips and... pillows?
My lips don't look like... oh, soft, she thinks my
lips are soft.
I can live with that.
I walk over to the Jacuzzi, slip my robe off, lick
my lips, and tap the start button with my toe.
Listen to those bubbles.
Indulgent; completely.
I love it!
Then I slowly slip under the water, making sure my
eyes never leave hers.
You like me, you naughty little actress.
I hope it's porno's you've been wanting to
star in, because the things I have to show you... oh, they'll
make more than your fingers prune.