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two fluffy short ficlets 
4th-Sep-2007 04:55 pm
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Title: Changing of the Guard
Rating: PG.....ish.
Pairing: c/a



Angel walked into the darkness of Cordelia's living room, listening.

Her CD player was on, playing something by Foreigner.

"Waiting For A Girl Like You."

The wail of a sax drifted through the air, setting a mood.

Through the closed bathroom door, he could smell the unmistakable scent of bath beads breaking in water, Cordelia's soft sigh like a whisper through his body.

He slipped off his coat, and rolled up his sleeves just as a loofah came floating in the living room from the direction of the kitchen.

It stopped abruptly, inches from Angel's glaring face.

He grabbed it out of mid-air, keeping a tight hold on the handle.

"From now on, Dennis, I'll be handling the loofah part. You can clean the water up off the floor afterwards."

There was a distinct chill in the air as Angel made his way towards the bathroom.


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Title: One Morning at Cordelia's
Rating: PG
Pairing: c/a


Angel's in the kitchen cooking breakfast while Cordelia slumps on her couch, flipping through channels at a rate that even Dennis can't follow.

She pauses on an episode of Star Trek, the one with the bald captain, and considers one of the officers in the background.

"Hey." She says. "Angel! Come here a minute!"

Angel rushes out to the living room, half expecting a Fyarl demon to jump out at him.

"What's going on? What's wrong?" He asks, looking around for the danger, eggs cupped carefully in one palm.

Cordelia stands and points at the television.

"What?" He asks again, turning his head from her to the television, confused.

She points harder.

"Don't you see it?" She asks, gesturing to the Klingon warrior filling the screen. "The ridges, the teeth?"

Angel blinks, trying to work out the inner workings of his seer's mind.

"What are you talking about?"

"You look like a Klingon!" She exclaims, grinning at him.

Offended, Angel looks again, then back at her.

"C-Cordelia." Taking an unneeded breath and blinking his eyes close against the ache in his head. "I don't look like a Klingon."

"You really do!" She disagrees cheerfully. "Watch, I'll show you. Vamp."

The offended look turns affronted.

"I'm not vamping. I can't just vamp. I have to be angry." He shifts feet. "Or, you know, turned on."

He looks down at her, half waiting.

Cordelia gives him another dazzling smile and steps closer and for a second he thinks that maybe -

Her hand shoots out and smashes the eggs he's holding against his cotton and wool blended sweater.

Egg yolk drips from between his fingers as he gazes down at the wet spot on his shirt.

Dennis shimmers the lights, his version of laughing out loud.

Angel vamps without thinking and Cordelia crows in triumph.

"Ha! Same ridges and teeth." She considers him and inclines her head to the side. "But I think your eyes are prettier."

He blinks and smiles, turning back.

"Really?"

She nods.

"Really."

Turning away, she goes back to the couch and he stares after her.

"Do you know - I've never known anyone like you before." He says, shaking his head in amusment, going back to the kitchen, though an odd sense of disappointment settles in his belly, that she didn't try the other way to vamp him.

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These are not the bid fic, Debs. Hopefully, I'll be posting them tonight.

Depends on the Nyquil dosage, I think. *g*
Comments 
5th-Sep-2007 03:35 am (UTC)
The loofah one I read at ST, but it bears rereading and recommenting. Poor Dennis. The only sex a ghost can get and another dead guy takes it away from him.

The Klingon one...I'm dying here. So, so funny! I can so see Cordy smashing that egg into his shirt to make him change. And the cuteness of Angel wanting her to try the other way makes me sigh dreamily. :)

Thanks for the nice treat to keep me satisfied while I wait. I think it worked. :D
6th-Sep-2007 01:45 am (UTC)
Hee. Well, you know, Angel's a step up in the dead department - he's got solid.....er....parts,at least. You know how it goes. I don't think Cordelia will mind the switch. *g*


And the Klingon thing....sort of came to me while I was in the middle of describing something with ridges in the bid-fic. It sort of grabbed hold and wouldn't let go til I wrote it, silly as it is.

And plus, Worf was my favorite character and the Klingons my favorite race in Star Trek.

Why yes, I am a bona fide geek, aren't I?
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6th-Sep-2007 01:50 am (UTC)
For a girl known for her perception of things, she could be really, really, really oblivious of the most obvious things. I mean, she made Groo up like Angel....*smacks Cordy upside the head*

I love writing them like this. It doesn't happen too often because I'm always trying for angst, but every once in a while. Thanks for liking it. *g*
5th-Sep-2007 09:22 pm (UTC)
LOL, these both made me laugh so much!
6th-Sep-2007 01:51 am (UTC)
I'm so glad!

Thank you!
6th-Sep-2007 12:28 am (UTC)
LOL- love the egg crushing and subsequent Angel crushing on Cordy- hee!
6th-Sep-2007 01:53 am (UTC)
I was going for the same kind of mood like when she told him to smoosh the coffee beans and he just sort of stood there, half trying, half wondering why he was half trying.

I'm glad you like it!
6th-Sep-2007 11:43 am (UTC)
both of these are very cute, especially Cordy comparing him to a klingon. Hee.
7th-Sep-2007 12:20 am (UTC)
I thought Angel might appreciate that. *g*

Thank you.
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