But there are two things, when she and Cordy are alone in the hotel, in the half-lit bedroom Fred's adopted as her own, that Fred likes the best. The first is Cordy's hair, silky and soft as it trails down from Fred's collarbone to the edge of her hipbone, tickling and making her squirm to feel more of that tickling. She likes twisting her fingers it in, tugging hard and feeling the strands threaten to slip through her fingers unless she tugs even harder. Fred's seen pictures of Cordy with hair that was long enough to cover her breasts and someday, when she's feeling brave enough, she's going to beg Cordy to grow it long again. Until then, Fred imagines what it will be like to have long, dark hair falling over her own breasts and trailing over her thighs as Cordy goes down on her. It always makes her shiver.
The second thing has a similar effect, a shivering, trembling that starts at the tips of her fingers and bubbles inside her stomach like fizzy pop. It's kind of hard to explain, especially since she's never told anyone, not even Cordy, because Cordy just knows. She knows how to make Fred crazy and in love, kissing and touching and licking her all over, inside and out.
Outside of the hotel there's a tangle of weeds and wildflowers Angel never bothered to tame. Not that he needed to, for there was a certain beauty in the disorder. Fred finds it soothing to sit out there and trace the endless maze of leaves and vines and blossoms. She does not, however, find it soothing when Cordy comes to sit with her, arm around Fred's waist, lips kissing her through the worn material of her t-shirt. Not soothing, but exciting, because Cordy is so, so allergic to whatever grows out there and it's just minutes until the kisses turn to nuzzles and Cordy's pressing her face into Fred's neck and muffling these little, tickly sneezes there and Fred can't help it, 'cause she feels all fizzy excited inside and can't let it out until they get to her room.
The worst parts are those few minutes after Fred's gotten all her clothes off and she's waiting on the bed for Cordy, who has to stop every few minutes to sneeze the tickle from her nose. Her hair falls into her face, dark strands brushing her cheek as she looks down and wrinkles her nose against a sneeze, arms behind her back to unhook her bra. It's all too much for Fred - the look on Cordy's face, the heave of her full breasts against the shiny blue material of her bra, the little desperate noise she makes when her hair tickles her nose - and she has to get up off the bed and be near Cordy again.
"Thought you wanted to come to bed with me." Fred's hands move up Cordy's thighs, stroking gently to the small of her back, then move up to unfasten her bra. "Makin' me wait for you..."
"hee...EEish!" The sneeze bursts out suddenly and Cordy almost looks surprised even though she's been sneezing for a while now. "oh... but I don't really... really... ish! ihh-SHOOO!" She doesn't turn away from Fred when she sneezes, just lowers her head a little, blinking and sniffling when she's done. "Don't mean to. Just so sneezy. Oh, better," she murmurs and lets her bra slip to the floor and join the rest of her clothes. "Hm?"
"mm... yeah..." Fred slides her hands around again and rests them at Cordy's waist. Pressed in close, she kisses Cordy on the lips softly, once, then again, and then licks the tip of her tongue over Cordy's lips. For a second she thinks about how none of the boys who ever kissed Cordelia ever noticed how perfectly sweet she tasted, how none of them felt as insane as Fred did being this close to her. She kisses Cordy more deeply, tongue and lips melting together. Melting, like the warmth spreading from Fred's stomach, coiling down between her thighs and making her wet.
"Let's make it even better." Cordy pulls away from the kiss. Her lips move over Fred's jaw line to press a kiss behind her ear. "You smell like the garden..." Her nose rubs against Fred's ear, nuzzling gently. "All that tickly, sneezy stuff out there..." Cordy nuzzles Fred again, this time gasping softly and pressing closer, her breasts against Fred's. "eishh, ish, Ishh!" Three wet sneezes and a soft moan from Fred. Cordy sniffles wetly, but stays in close and sneezes again, louder, stronger, and in a way that makes Fred moan again. "ehYeiishhii!"
"You make me so crazy," Fred sighs. Her fingers dig into the soft, warm skin at Cordy's waist. She wants more, more of this warm closeness, more of the itchy sneezes covering her own skin, more of the little sniffly sounds Cordy makes right after she sneezes.
"You were already way crazy, babe." Cordy laughs and the sound is as warm as her touch. "But I love what I do to you." Nudging Fred back toward the bed, Cordy kisses Fred on the neck, then on the shoulder. Her nose is flushed, the sort of pink that only her allergies can achieve, and Cordy has to rub it again and again before settling down on the bed. She doesn�t lie down next to Fred, or on top of her, but in a way that�s a little bit of both. �I love how you let me do it to you.�
Fred�s not just some quiet, shy physicist from Texas who got sucked into a portal and never found her way back. Okay, well, maybe she is, but that�s not all she is and behind her dresser, far far away from the picture of the boy and girl on a horse riding out of Pylea is a picture of two girls, their arms and legs twined together. There is nothing shy or timid about her now, though, yeah, there�s probably something to do with physics, but it�s not like Fred�s going to start babbling about that in bed, especially when Cordy does that to her. Arching up off the bed, Fred gasps loudly and pushes herself closer to the hand Cordy slips between her thighs.
Cordy�s other arm reaches around Fred�s shoulders, holding her, keeping her close. When she sniffles, she wrinkles her nose a little and leans forward to rub it against Fred�s neck. The first time she does it, the touch is soft and brief, as if she�s just rubbing the tip of her nose to get rid of a little tickle. Cordy�s fingers stroke lightly between Fred�s thighs as she does so, slipping into wet warmth before she presses her nose closer and rubs more firmly. Cordy sniffs once, then again, and when she does it a third time the sound is wetter and longer and makes her sigh quietly. The next breath she takes is an anticipatory one, followed by a series of tiny, gasping breaths.
A whimper, loud and desperate, sounds from Fred�s lips. She can�t help it, and she doesn�t care if Wesley and Angel are downstairs and can hear her moaning and gasping, because she just can�t help it anymore. Cordy�s fingers are moving over her clit slowly, teasing and stroking, and those little gaspy breaths and wet sniffles are tickling her neck, and Cordy�s going to start sneezing, and it tickles Fred all over.
�Oh� oh, oh!� Suddenly still, Cordy draws back a little from Fred. �heh, heh, hee-Eisshoo! ISHooo! oh, eiiYISHHEE!� The first few sneezes spray over Fred�s neck, slightly damp, and Cordy stays those few inches away from Fred as she sniffles over and over again. Finally, the sniffles build themselves up into a series of quick sneezes, �ish, ish, hishii! ihTish, tsshh, tshooo!�
Fred squirms, shivers, and tries to get closer to Cordy. A stronger, wetter �yihHISHOO!� muffles against her neck and Fred shivers again, but not from the damp or breath on her skin, but from the tingling that�s spreading down to the tips of her toes. It radiates from her center, from her cunt (and you know, she doesn�t care about how nasty a word that is, either, because there�s just no other way to explain what it feels like to have your lover�s fingers inside you, twisting and tickling and teasing) where Cordy fingers her. She�s warm and trembling, trying to grasp the bed sheets and clench her thighs more tightly around the slick hand between them.
Cordy�s still sniffling, her nose nuzzling against Fred again. She presses it to Fred�s ear when the sniffles get louder and more tickly sounding, rubbing and nuzzling, and sprays a quick, sudden �tssshHooo!� as she does so. The next sneeze is a tiny, stifled �h�ssh!� followed by a little double, �tsh! Tish!� Cordy pulls away again, farther this time. �oh, oh god� really have to sneeze this all out�� Leaning up off the bed, Cordy slides two fingers inside Fred. The action is slow, careful, almost tentative, but not because Cordy�s worried about being too rough. Instead, it�s her nose that�s distracting her, making her hesitant and making her touch insanely lingering.
There�s a split-second moment, where Fred can feel Cordy�s fingers moving inside her and she can see Cordy trying to work the sneeze out and she can taste expectation on her dry lips as she runs her tongue over them. She wants it to end, to explode in a myriad of shuddering bits of light, but she wants it to last forever and ever, so Cordy will always be warm and next to her and paying attention only to Fred, and Fred will be there and grateful and alive and only looking forward to the next moment, and the next and the one where she gets to make Cordy crazy, too. When Cordy�s fingers still, Fred arches up off the bed with a needy whimper, then looks to Cordy with pleading eyes.
The only look Fred gets back is one of near supreme desperation, mixed with annoyance and anticipation and that inimitable sneezy look. Cordy sniffles once, really wetly, her nose twitches a little, and then a strong, wet �ehhISShooo!� Almost immediately, her head snaps forward with another sneeze. �Eiishhh! Ahh... oh, still tickles...� Cordy leans down close to Fred once more, nuzzling at her collarbone, kissing and sniffling at the same time. �hishoo! Ishoo! Hah, ahh, ah! Yish! Yeiiishh! hiiYISH-YISSHOOO!� The last, strong, loud sneeze leaves Cordy breathless and blinking.
Nuzzling up to Fred, Cordy hits that sweet, sweet spot inside her, the one that makes Fred dig her heels into the bed and moan aloud. With her eyes closed, she can still see that look on Cordy�s face, right before she sneezes, when her eyes have just closed and her nostrils are pink and twitchy and her lips tremble and then, when it�s just too much for her to take, she explodes with the fullest, tickliest sneezes. So tickly, and her nose got even more pink, and then she plunges her fingers deeper into Fred and her breasts pressed against Fred, nipples hard and she was aroused, and Fred is warm and bubbly and crazy inside. She screams and writhes as she comes, pushing herself closer to Cordy and moaning softly until her orgasm dies down.
�Good, baby?� Cordy presses little kisses to Fred�s hair, sticky fingers petting her stomach. Her nose is pink around the nostrils, twitching slightly when she inhales wetly, but there�s a smile on her face.
�oh, yeah, oh god yeah...� She still feels warm and Fred needs to stay close to Cordy to make that warmth last. It only takes a minute for Cordy to get rid of the last few sniffles and once she does, Fred wriggles in close to her. �Gonna make it better, though,� she murmurs, kissing Cordy, set on realizing the other most definitely more than one hundred ninety-eight things that she likes about her lover.
