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Shades of Solace by Tinkerbell, NC17
Fandom: AtS
Pairing: Cordelia/Angel (with Buffy/Angel hints)
Length: 2000 or so
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ragingpixie
Author Website: http://ragingpixie.bitchenvy.com
Why this must be read: There weren't many authors who managed successfully to be both Buffy/Angel and Cordy/Angel shippers; Tink was one of them. This is a lovely, sad, erotic piece set during Angel Season 1 (and I'm pretty sure written then, too) about two lonely people finding each other in the night. What works so well is that both Angel and Cordy are perfectly in character and this so could have happened on the show if Joss had only let it happen earlier than it sort of did. There are a couple other Cordy/Angel fics on her site along with Buffy/Angel, and Tink's wonderful Angel/Spike series which was sadly never finished but is well worth the read if you're a slash fan. (If you read the latter I highly recommend the fic from Cordy's POV.) Enjoy!
The soft beep of the microwave brought him out of his thoughts and broke his gaze from Cordelia's polished nails. He reached in for the warm mug of liquid and took a deep drink, watching over the rim as Cordelia grimaced in disgust.
"I'll pretend that's hot chocolate," she said.
"I'll pretend you aren't here."
"Mmm, nice mood you're in," she murmured, moving around him to the refrigerator and retrieving a bottled water.
"Sorry," he mumbled, leaving the confining space of the kitchen and sinking heavily into the plush couch. He kicked off his shoes and leaned his head back, resting the warm mug on his stomach. He did not open his eyes even when he felt the cushions move, and knew that Cordelia was sharing the couch with him. For long minutes there was a comfortable silence, broken only by the sound of Cordelia lifting her bottle to her mouth and swallowing water.
He was almost asleep when he felt the nimble fingers slip underneath his neck. Cordelia was kneading the tight muscles gently, carefully, using her nails to lightly scratch the base of his skull while she skillfully unknotted his tension. For a moment Angel let himself revel in the feel of a warm touch against his cold, undead skin. It had been long, so very, very long since he had let himself touch or be touched by another human, and he had forgotten just how warm their skin was in comparison to his. It felt wonderful, what she was doing, and he relaxed even further into the couch.
When he felt her shift closer to him, he did not have the inclination to move away. It felt too good, the hand on the back of his neck. She was using her thumb on his nape, rubbing it in small circles, and Angel felt the tension seep out of him. He took in a deep breath, filling his useless lungs with the air, and let it out again slowly. The action served to loosen him even more, and he tilted his head sideways to give her better access.
It took him a minute for him to realize that her hand had stilled. Cracking open one eye, he looked up at her questioningly. Angel found her watching him seriously. "What, Cord?" he murmured.
She didn't reply, just continued to look at him with her large brown eyes. Brown eyes, he thought. Brown eyes. Not hazel. And her hair...so dark, so silky. Not sunshine blonde. It had been washed before she went to bed, he noted. It was still damp, and he caught the faintest scent of the apple shampoo she used. After a bit, she spoke.
"You're lonely."
Shades of Solace
Pairing: Cordelia/Angel (with Buffy/Angel hints)
Length: 2000 or so
Author on LJ:
ragingpixieAuthor Website: http://ragingpixie.bitchenvy.com
Why this must be read: There weren't many authors who managed successfully to be both Buffy/Angel and Cordy/Angel shippers; Tink was one of them. This is a lovely, sad, erotic piece set during Angel Season 1 (and I'm pretty sure written then, too) about two lonely people finding each other in the night. What works so well is that both Angel and Cordy are perfectly in character and this so could have happened on the show if Joss had only let it happen earlier than it sort of did. There are a couple other Cordy/Angel fics on her site along with Buffy/Angel, and Tink's wonderful Angel/Spike series which was sadly never finished but is well worth the read if you're a slash fan. (If you read the latter I highly recommend the fic from Cordy's POV.) Enjoy!
The soft beep of the microwave brought him out of his thoughts and broke his gaze from Cordelia's polished nails. He reached in for the warm mug of liquid and took a deep drink, watching over the rim as Cordelia grimaced in disgust.
"I'll pretend that's hot chocolate," she said.
"I'll pretend you aren't here."
"Mmm, nice mood you're in," she murmured, moving around him to the refrigerator and retrieving a bottled water.
"Sorry," he mumbled, leaving the confining space of the kitchen and sinking heavily into the plush couch. He kicked off his shoes and leaned his head back, resting the warm mug on his stomach. He did not open his eyes even when he felt the cushions move, and knew that Cordelia was sharing the couch with him. For long minutes there was a comfortable silence, broken only by the sound of Cordelia lifting her bottle to her mouth and swallowing water.
He was almost asleep when he felt the nimble fingers slip underneath his neck. Cordelia was kneading the tight muscles gently, carefully, using her nails to lightly scratch the base of his skull while she skillfully unknotted his tension. For a moment Angel let himself revel in the feel of a warm touch against his cold, undead skin. It had been long, so very, very long since he had let himself touch or be touched by another human, and he had forgotten just how warm their skin was in comparison to his. It felt wonderful, what she was doing, and he relaxed even further into the couch.
When he felt her shift closer to him, he did not have the inclination to move away. It felt too good, the hand on the back of his neck. She was using her thumb on his nape, rubbing it in small circles, and Angel felt the tension seep out of him. He took in a deep breath, filling his useless lungs with the air, and let it out again slowly. The action served to loosen him even more, and he tilted his head sideways to give her better access.
It took him a minute for him to realize that her hand had stilled. Cracking open one eye, he looked up at her questioningly. Angel found her watching him seriously. "What, Cord?" he murmured.
She didn't reply, just continued to look at him with her large brown eyes. Brown eyes, he thought. Brown eyes. Not hazel. And her hair...so dark, so silky. Not sunshine blonde. It had been washed before she went to bed, he noted. It was still damp, and he caught the faintest scent of the apple shampoo she used. After a bit, she spoke.
"You're lonely."
Shades of Solace