Surprise Surprise
by Jerri
Angel unobtrusively slipped a bottle of Jameson's into his pocket and bent down to kiss Willow's sweet lips. "I'll be back as soon as I can, Little One, but I don't know how long this might take." He grinned at the inquisitive look on his witch's face, but didn't enlighten her. He looked at Cordelia, nervous and fidgety, his grin got bigger if anything, this should pay the cheerleader back for all the sniping he had to endure since he had mated with Willow. "Ready to go?"
"Yeah, but I don't know why I need to go with you. I mean, why does the oracle want me? Isn't it enough that I have these lovely skull crushing visions? Wait, they're not going to give me more are they, because I am so not going there."
Angel smirked the entire way to the post office as Cordelia's complaints followed him all the way. They finally reached the dank passage and Cordy looked nervously at the brazier before her. Angel took her hand in his and asked, "Are you ready?" She nodded slightly and he threw the handful of herbs on the brazier. In a sudden blur of light and motion they stood inside an empty chamber.
Cordy looked around the stark room and couldn't resist, "They are so in need of an interior decorator. Like this is harsh."
"Ah, Princess, the dulcet sounds of my love's voice."
Cordelia froze at the familiar voice.
"And what have ya brought me today, besides me fondest hearts desire, then Angel?" Angel grinned and wordlessly handed Doyle the bottle. Doyle grinned, "My second fondest heart's desire. Well, and what can I do fer ya today?"
"I think today's all about what I can do for you. Right Cordy?"
The frozen girl stared at the man she had loved and lost to his own heroism. She slowly snapped out of her stunned state. She approached the man before her with trepidation. One hand reached out and brushed his jaw. He felt real, she could feel his warm skin under her fingers. She looked up into his face and drew back and slapped him just as hard as she could. "How could you do this to me? I mean first you make me love you, and I so did not just say that, then you go and kiss me, and make me have migraines on a regular basis, then you died. I cried for you. How dare you be here, now, and would you like the visions back? 'Cause I'm thinking that you can have them. They're all yours."
Doyle stood there massaging his aching jaw. He grinned at the spitfire in front of him. Lord above, he had missed her. He grabbed her by the shoulders as she drew back to throw another punch at him. "Now Princess, do ya wanta be doin' that, or would you rather do this?" He yanked her to him pressing her to his chest as he plundered her mouth, with his own. She struggled for a moment then went limp as she relaxed into the kiss.
"Ahem, I think I'm not needed here anymore."
Doyle pulled back his head long enough to speak, "Aye, you've done your good deed for the day. Go with my thanks." He waved his hand and Angel bounced off the wall of the passage under the streets of L.A. once again. The irishman returned all his attention to the woman in his arms. She snuggled close to him as if to get inside his skin. He ran his hands down her back to her hips, loving the feel of firm woman in his arms. Her teeth nibbled at his earlobe and her hot breath in his ear made him moan as he, in his best patented move, ran his hands up under her shirt, to release the catch on her bra.
He fumbled for a few seconds and she giggled into his shoulder. "It's got a front clasp silly." She pulled on his hand and pulled it up to the spot between her generous breasts. "Right there"
His hand dealt with the annoying clasp, then roamed over her breasts and stomach, eliciting moans of pleasure from her. She writhed as he explored her body with his hands, dropping her head back to expose her neck to his lips. Her hands ran down to cup his firm erection. He gasped as her fingers closed over him, rubbing his manhood through his denims. He fought for control, he had wanted her for so long and had thought he would never have her. He was likely to go off just at her touch. He concentrated for a moment and a huge bed appeared behind her. He gently urged her back, until she hit the edge of the bed and fell onto it's soft surface. He followed right behind her.
"Oh, and hey, this wasn't here a minute ago." She looked up at him, "How did you do that? And can you do it for my place, cause I'm thinkin......" Her lips suddenly occupied she went back to making Doyle a very happy demon, er, oracle. Her fingers fought with the buttonfly on his jeans as he somehow, slicked her blouse completely off. *Hey, how'd he do that? Does it really matter, get with the program girl.* Her hands brought his hard erection from his jeans as they seemed to magically get out of her way. Her fingers caressed the hard, veined surface as her body danced under Doyle's talented fingers. She couldn't believe that she was actually going to make mad passionate love to this man. Her insides felt like they were melting, as her feelings of love overwhelmed her. She was finally going to affirm her love for this man, this demon. She gasped as the Irishman slid down her body, and lovingly touched her core with his agile tongue. Her body bucked in response to his passionate tongue lashing. *Hey where did my clothes go, and he is so in trouble if he can't get them back.* She surrendered to the feelings that deluged her. Doyle feasted on her sweet juices and grinned as she reached a cataclysmic completion. He inserted one then two fingers in her narrow passage, whimpering as she clenched tightly down on them. He needed to be there, now.
He slid back up her body, paying particular attention to her breasts and groaned as her nimble fingers guided him into her wet heat. He sank to the depths of her slick core, moaning his need to bury himself in her. He drew back til only his head remained in her, grinning as she pleaded with him to "Just get with IT." He set a rapid hard pace, knowing that this was to perfect, he couldn't control himself for long and wanting, no needing to bring her with him, when he fell over the edge. (Lord, she was so good. How had he ever let this go?)
Cordy's body stiffened and she screamed as she convulsed around Doyle's cock. She had never felt like this before, and she......Doyle lost control and fell off the world as he came into her sweet tight body. He collapsed against her, savoring the feel of Cordelia under him, cushioning him from the world. He never wanted to be anywhere else, he would be content if he could just spend the rest of his days, buried deep inside the woman he loved.
He recovered enough to mutter, "I Love you, Princess."
"I love you, to, Doofus. And if you ever leave me again, I'll......."
He shut her up the only way that he'd found to work. He stopped her mouth with his own.
Angel pulled open the door of the Hyperion, standing back as a bald Darla flew past him to land on the pavement. He looked at his mate, placed his hands on his hair, protectively, "Remind me never to make you mad."
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