DISCLAIMER: Hmmm... they may as well be mine in this story.
TIMELINE: Technically this is a fluff piece where everybody is happy and the author
is in so deep denial that she's living in a pyramid (Look, There's a mummy too! Isn't
she the BEST roommate? She's so quiet! *hugs the mummy* Sorry, I haven't had my coffee
yet. So I'm caffeineless, museless and definitely DAHmanless... *pouts*). BUT, it can
also be a sequel for Afterlife.
SUMMARY: Buffy doesn't like some habits of her boyfriend's secretary, and decides
to set things straight. PG-13, for major amounts of chocolate.
A.N.: You all know I adore Cordy. I didn't intend to bash her, and I truthfully
don't think I have. However, if you disagree with this, please tell me so I can change
that?
WORDCOUNT: 1222
DEDICATION: For Meghan, because she had a bad day on Monday and I promised chocolate-y
Angel. *winks*
Act A Fool Award at Two Hearts, One Soul Awards, Funny Award at Still His Girl Awards
CHOCO-ANGEL-LATTE
by Leni
When Buffy woke up she knew it had dawned already hours ago. She smiled lethargically,
trying not to move too much so that she wouldn't wake up the man at her side.
At the memory of that last night the smile turned from lethargic to downright
mischievious. Damn, that spell had done nothing to diminish Angel's stamina. And she felt
that, much more than the thousands he'd save, she should be the one on her knees
thanking God for that.
Buffy grinned again, who'd have thought that her life could be so good?
And just as she was about to greet him good morning with a kiss, the door opened and in
breezed a figure dressed in blue...
"Hey.Angel.I'm.sorry.to.enter.without.kn
Buffy blinked.
And blinked again.
But Cordelia Chase was still there, now opening the curtains with a loud yank. The sound,
plus the stream of sunlight coming directly over his eyes, managed to make Angel stir in
his sleep.
Cordelia finally noticed Buffy, who was tugging the sheets so that they'd be completely
covered. "Oh Buffy." She cocked an eyebrow. "I see you decided to stay the
night." Her brown eyes fixed themselves on the blonde, and more loudly she said,
"I hope you are protected. Wouldn't do to have a child so early in the
business."
Buffy gaped. Oh, she liked this Cordelia, or at least had learned to bear with her during
the last weeks. 'She's Angel's friend.' had become her mantra every time the brunette
earned extra 'To Be Slayed' points. But what gave her the right to intrude in Angel's
bedro-?
"Yes, Cordy. We are," came in a completely calm voice from beside her.
Now even more annoyed than before, Buffy stared at her lover. Of course, he was unaware of
the murderous vibes that were coming from her. Besides, she really couldn't stay mad at
him for more than some seconds... Didn't he look just lickable with his hair all mused and
that half-here half-not look?
The brunette nodded slowly, in an 'I approve, you may go on.' way. Buffy bristled again,
ooooh the nerve!
"So, the check?"
Angel sighed deeply. "Where is it?"
Cordelia smiled, handing him the piece of paper and a pen. In silence, Angel signed it and
handed it back. Examining it closely, just to make sure the signature was in its place,
she walked out. "Bye, and don't have too much fun. We got an early call today,"
she said without turning back.
'At least she closed the door,' Buffy thought in a huff. "Does she always barge in
like that?" she asked aloud.
Angel nodded. "Every single day since I told her I trusted her." Then turned to
face her with a smirk on his face. "What do you say we have that 'too much fun' Cordy
was warning us off?"
That smirk was dangerous, she thought. And his kisses should definitely be illegal; how
was a girl supposed to think if Angel was tracing his lips maddeningly slowly over hers.
His offer was tempting, on the basis that it'd annoy Cordelia to no end if they came to
the office late and with that 'we're the happiest couple on Earth' look that she
knew the brunette was jealous of. And on the other side, well, hadn't she be planning the
same before the secretary from hell interrupted her?
At the last thought, Buffy remembered her own annoyance. "Wait," she murmured
into the kiss. Of course, he pay no heed. "Wait," she repeated more forcefully
as she found some determination to break off the kiss.
Angel just stared at her, with such a hurt and confused expression, that she nearly kissed
him again just to make it go. But, for some miracle she'd never be able to explain, her
determination won. "You're just telling me that Cordy comes into my
boyfriend's room without so much as a knock and you think I'll leave it there?"
"Buffy," he said tiredly, knowing this was an argument he had not a chance to
win without being banned to the couch. Yes, in his own house. "I don't want you and
Cordy to fight."
"Then tell her to keep off," she insisted, arms akimbo and ready to do anything
to keep the brunette off her man's space.
"I already have," he answered in a sigh. "You know her, Buffy, she doesn't
get hints unless they are slapping her on the face."
Buffy grinned impishly.
Angel laughed. "Oh no. Don't even think about it!"
"But Angel, what are you accusing me of?" she purred. "I just had an
idea..."
When she finished telling him about her idea, he was grinning too. In the end he convinced
her that a celebration was in order and she couldn't do less than agree.
Cordy lectured them for coming late to the office, but nothing could wipe the smile off of
their faces.
***
The next morning
***
The door opened unexpectedly and in breezed Cordy, ready to take over the world and annoy
her boss' girlfriend in one single move.
"Hello.Angel.I'm.sorry.again.but.Gunn.sa
Buffy only cocked an eyebrow.
"EEEEEK!"
The door closed and her high heels could be heard down the hall before the blonde had time
to fully smile.
***
Wesley looked up as he heard a shriek coming from upstairs. He shook his head, really,
Buffy should try to be a little more quiet. It was a working place after all.
However, soon was he to know that the Slayer was not the one shrieking. His eyes widened
when he saw Cordelia running down the stairs as if demons were on her heels. He looked
around for a weapon, just in case. Fortunately, nothing dangerous seemed to happen so he
grabbed the hysteric girl by her shoulders. "Cordy, what happened?"
She turned her bewildered eyes to him. "T-There was chocolate. All over. I- I just
wanted to tell him that Gunn couldn't come today and- And
he.was.handcuffed.and.there.was.Buffy.ju
Wesley grinned. Ah, he understood now. Well, he couldn't say it had been unfair of the
couple to act like that, he himself had warned Cordelia several times not to intrude on
their privacy. At least not that often.
He put his arms around the brunette and offered her a coffee, he tried not to laugh when
she only shuddered and whispered "Ice-cream please? I won't be able to see anything brown
anymore." as a response.
***
Meanwhile, in Angel's room, he and Buffy were laughing so hard that it hurt.
Buffy, still with a jar half-filled with chocolate in her hands, murmured "Do you
think she learned the lesson by now?"
"Well, she left running, I'd say so."
Her expression clearly told him that she was up to something. "Oh, I don't know. You
know Cordy, she's a strong girl, always was. Maybe she'll come back after all..."
Angel smirked. "Maybe," he said, trying to sound serious.
"So... What do you say if we keep the charade up? Just to ensure she'll get the hint,
of course."
"Of course, " he agreed, trying to shift away from the bindings.
The warning glare Buffy sent in his direction, laced with hunger and carnal curiousity,
made him desist from his intent.
After all, this could be useful for more than scaring his secretary out of his room.
The End
24/09/03
Feedback, please please with a cherry on top?
