Sekrit Fic For ZANITA
This is for Zanita. don't know how to link her name *G* cus me can't find out how, sheesh! but I DO know how to cut it, so that is something.
Zanita. Been a while since I wrote anything, but I hope you enjoy it anyhoo.
big loves, your Sekret Admirer. XXX
Night Vigil
Sekrit Admirer fic for ZANITA
Rated PG-15
Summary Barriers breached? How long does it take before need overtakes reason?
Hope you enjoy this effort, babes, mwah & lick.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Angel felt the familiar tingle at the base of his spine at the same moment the bedroom door slid silently open. Dawn could be tasted in the back of his throat.
It was time to leave.
With a deep yet silent sigh, the vampire rose to his feet and approached the bed. Leaning over the supine, slumbering woman, Angel kissed the gentle dip below her navel, the rose tip of each breast, her unmarred silky throat and her slightly parted mouth.
Reluctantly he reached for the covers at the bottom of the bed and draped them over her tempting form, and then left as silently as he’d arrived.
His nightly vigils in Cordelia’s bedroom had begun shortly after he’d fired them all. They had been erratic and infrequent, but at times Angel had needed to see her, to make sure all was well; that she was safe. On occasions he’d turned up tight and raging, standing over her sleeping figure with clenched hands.
Those occasions were after confrontations; the hospital, the book at their new office…. The vampire had warred with himself at those times- to wrap his large hands around her throat and slowly squeeze the life out of her, or to take her over and over, sate his lust until his name was a hoarse whisper in his ear.
Cordelia had slept on oblivious at those times, luckily for both of them, as he’d known instinctively what her reaction would have been at finding him there. Brave, stupid Cordy… never thinking before opening her mouth. Sleep had saved her each time. Had saved him too.
The rest of the time, he’d been content to sit and watch as she dreamt the night away, content to be there and reassure himself that all was well in her world…without him. Then his epiphany had come at a crucial moment in his unlife, saving him and his seer, as well as the rest of his estranged family.
The most important person in the world to him had almost died that night, all because he’d sunk into depression and isolation. After that, his visits became a nightly routine. Enter her room, sit and watch over her. Dennis seemed to understand his need- although in his beige moments, Angel had been fully aware of the phantoms’ fear and sense of helplessness. That rage had faded.
The yearning need hadn’t.
Relief and reassurance always managed to push aside his baser emotions, but as each night passed, those innocent feeling were engulfed by desire, want, need….and the burning ache that comes with being desperately in love becomes a part of you.
Soon, the sitting and watching as his seer slept on, sometimes only the top of her head being visible above the covers wasn’t enough. And eventually the covers were moved aside. Low slung pyjama bottoms and loose t-shirt were still too much, but he made do with what he could.
Occasionally bed shorts and tank tops would replace them, and soon, even that was too much for his greedy eyes. But a part of him was glad. Seeing too much would only cause the burn to flare uncontrollably. Then it all changed.
Several weeks ago, he’d pulled back the covers to find her stunning body draped in the softest silks and laces. Cordelia Chase was a walking advertisement of the delights of Victoria Secrets and the vampire lapped it up. But still it wasn’t enough. Angel took another step towards that fine line- and touched.
Innocent though they were, he knew he was pushing it. The soft slide of his fingers along the curve of flesh not covered by her flimsy bras; the backs of his fingers along the length of her ribs… the flat of his palm on the soft yet taut belly, the side of his hand resting lightly next to the elastic of her panties. His demon roiled within, but he kept to the same touches night after night.
In the day he’d sometimes catch her watching him, her honeyed gaze virtually unreadable, but something lay within those gorgeous eyes. Angel refused to read it clearly.
A few weeks went by and on one night in particular, he arrived, lowered the covers- and gasped aloud. His goddess lay open to his ravenous gaze: a feast for both man and demon. His hungry eyes roamed every inch of naked flesh; a banquet of golden satiny velvet. Then she shuddered; a tiny ripple that ran from shoulder to foot and he froze.
When her eyes didn’t open, Angel relaxed and sat carefully on the bed. He followed his usual path, not deviating even though it killed him not to explore the dips and valleys, her secrets laid bare to take.
Another ritual began- and another walk towards that fine line; this time his feet rested neither here nor there. A kiss. A kiss to the gentle dip of her belly, to the soft rose peak of each full breast; the line of her throat, and finally a butterfly touch to her slightly parted mouth. Then he would leave.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Cordelia waited for the bedroom door to close before turning on her side and sighing tremulously. Her eyes opened; eyes wet with unshed tears.
She’d awoken one night, weeks ago with the feeling that someone or something was in her room. Years of experience had kept her eyes closed and her breathing steady, instead breathing deep and scenting the air. For a moment her eyes had almost opened.
Angel.
After being so close for so long, she’d have known his unique scent anywhere. The urge to open her eyes and ask him why he was there was strong. But something stopped her. Instead she peaked through her lashes and found him sitting in the chair at the side of the bed, just…. sitting. It was too dark to make out more than a pale blur where his face was. His stillness gave her pause and she continued to breath steadily.
Eventually sleep pulled her back under, and the next time Cordelia awoke, the weak rays of the morning sun filtered through the room and the chair was empty.
That day, Angel had finally emerged from his room, but had said nothing. Although it had unnerved her, her logical side explained maybe his need to know his seer was okay after months estranged, so she said nothing. As the day progressed, Cordelia kept finding his dark eyes on her.
The Brood was definitely back and running like a well-oiled machine- but there was something almost indefinable in those obsidian orbs, something… something that had her sitting up straight and garbling out a quick excuse to leave early. She felt his eyes boring into her back as she made her escape, not being able to release her breath until the sun hit her face as she walked along the pavement. It came out ragged with disbelief.
An afternoon and evening of collating her thoughts and emotions, and her mind was made up.
That night, Cordelia shivered as she slid under the covers, clad only in her latest buy at Victoria Secrets. Reason fled as an equally secret need flared within. They would never have more than discreet looks and his nightly visits, but she’d decided to make the best of what they could have.
What Angel could have. And if it was merely to look his fill, then she, his best friend, his… whatever he wanted her to be, would give him that at least; pushing down deep her awareness of the fact that she wanted this too.
And so it began. Each night Cordelia congratulated herself on being able to somehow keep him from knowing the moments she was awake, revelling in the almost palpable caress of his eyes.
The first time he touched her, it had taken everything Cordelia had not to react or gasp aloud. Angel’s touches were reverent; innocent… yet burned her from the inside out. A fine line was slowly being crossed, but she reassured herself that as long as she kept up the pretence of sleeping, her vampire was secure; Angelus was secure within his cage of flesh and bone.
The backs of his fingers ran along the line of her ribs, drifting lower before pausing at the elastic of her panties. They lifted and seconds later, his cool palm rested oh, so softly against her belly. He didn’t move his hand at all. It just…. rested against her flesh, until, after a while Cordelia drifted off to sleep.
A week passed and his visits continued. His touch always remaining the same; the slide of fingertips along the curve of her breasts, ribs, and the palm resting on her belly.
But soon it wasn’t enough and the first night she slid between the cool sheet nude had been nerve-wracking as well as exciting. That fine line was being touched yet Cordelia wanted to give him more- and thus give herself the same.
The choked gasp that had left his lips that night had been worth it, although her involuntary shiver had almost given the game away. Luckily for both of them, Angel hadn’t realised she was achingly awake.
Still he kept his touches the same as always, but Cordelia had felt the fine tremor in his fingers and hand as he followed the same path he did each night. Only this time he added another ritual that was followed through just before he left each time: a kiss. A gentle kiss to the dip below her belly, and open kiss to the tips of her aching breasts… the curve of her throat, and the softest of kisses to her lips. It took all she was worth to feign sleep and not open her eyes and kiss back. But she did it.
Each night, Cordelia ached for more, yet went with the flow. She understood the vampire’s limitations- also understood there could be nothing more than what had become a ritual… but it still wasn’t enough.
Through the shade of her lashes, she'd watched him as he silently sat in the chair by the bed. She never missed the glitter of his dark, dark eyes as they roamed her naked form. After a while, her eyes closed and she drifted off, only half aware when his fingers followed the same path they had done each night for weeks.
Each day, Cordelia wondered how long they could keep this up. Barriers were being breached, and although his hands and mouth never deviated from their nightly path, she wondered helplessly what would happen if ever he found out that she wasn’t as oblivious as he obviously thought.
Whispers of ‘Angelus’ entered her mind more frequently as time went by, and this fear, only this, kept her from opening her eyes fully and reaching out to him.
~*~*~*~*~*~
As Angel climbed in his car, his large body weary from deliberately tensed muscles that relaxed with a shudder when he finally left her apartment. How long could this go on before boundaries were breached? He knew he was risking so much with his nightly visits, but he couldn’t stop even though their lives depended on it.
As he pulled quietly away from the curb and made his lonely way home, the vampire wondered who would be the first to acknowledge his presence? How long before she opened those beautiful eyes fully and forced *his* acknowledgement of her wakefulness?
Because when that moment happened, what would he do? Angel sighed raggedly as he answered his own question.
And his demon stirred, the eager anticipation almost eating his fragile soul.
FIN
Zanita. Been a while since I wrote anything, but I hope you enjoy it anyhoo.
big loves, your Sekret Admirer. XXX
Night Vigil
Sekrit Admirer fic for ZANITA
Rated PG-15
Summary Barriers breached? How long does it take before need overtakes reason?
Hope you enjoy this effort, babes, mwah & lick.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Angel felt the familiar tingle at the base of his spine at the same moment the bedroom door slid silently open. Dawn could be tasted in the back of his throat.
It was time to leave.
With a deep yet silent sigh, the vampire rose to his feet and approached the bed. Leaning over the supine, slumbering woman, Angel kissed the gentle dip below her navel, the rose tip of each breast, her unmarred silky throat and her slightly parted mouth.
Reluctantly he reached for the covers at the bottom of the bed and draped them over her tempting form, and then left as silently as he’d arrived.
His nightly vigils in Cordelia’s bedroom had begun shortly after he’d fired them all. They had been erratic and infrequent, but at times Angel had needed to see her, to make sure all was well; that she was safe. On occasions he’d turned up tight and raging, standing over her sleeping figure with clenched hands.
Those occasions were after confrontations; the hospital, the book at their new office…. The vampire had warred with himself at those times- to wrap his large hands around her throat and slowly squeeze the life out of her, or to take her over and over, sate his lust until his name was a hoarse whisper in his ear.
Cordelia had slept on oblivious at those times, luckily for both of them, as he’d known instinctively what her reaction would have been at finding him there. Brave, stupid Cordy… never thinking before opening her mouth. Sleep had saved her each time. Had saved him too.
The rest of the time, he’d been content to sit and watch as she dreamt the night away, content to be there and reassure himself that all was well in her world…without him. Then his epiphany had come at a crucial moment in his unlife, saving him and his seer, as well as the rest of his estranged family.
The most important person in the world to him had almost died that night, all because he’d sunk into depression and isolation. After that, his visits became a nightly routine. Enter her room, sit and watch over her. Dennis seemed to understand his need- although in his beige moments, Angel had been fully aware of the phantoms’ fear and sense of helplessness. That rage had faded.
The yearning need hadn’t.
Relief and reassurance always managed to push aside his baser emotions, but as each night passed, those innocent feeling were engulfed by desire, want, need….and the burning ache that comes with being desperately in love becomes a part of you.
Soon, the sitting and watching as his seer slept on, sometimes only the top of her head being visible above the covers wasn’t enough. And eventually the covers were moved aside. Low slung pyjama bottoms and loose t-shirt were still too much, but he made do with what he could.
Occasionally bed shorts and tank tops would replace them, and soon, even that was too much for his greedy eyes. But a part of him was glad. Seeing too much would only cause the burn to flare uncontrollably. Then it all changed.
Several weeks ago, he’d pulled back the covers to find her stunning body draped in the softest silks and laces. Cordelia Chase was a walking advertisement of the delights of Victoria Secrets and the vampire lapped it up. But still it wasn’t enough. Angel took another step towards that fine line- and touched.
Innocent though they were, he knew he was pushing it. The soft slide of his fingers along the curve of flesh not covered by her flimsy bras; the backs of his fingers along the length of her ribs… the flat of his palm on the soft yet taut belly, the side of his hand resting lightly next to the elastic of her panties. His demon roiled within, but he kept to the same touches night after night.
In the day he’d sometimes catch her watching him, her honeyed gaze virtually unreadable, but something lay within those gorgeous eyes. Angel refused to read it clearly.
A few weeks went by and on one night in particular, he arrived, lowered the covers- and gasped aloud. His goddess lay open to his ravenous gaze: a feast for both man and demon. His hungry eyes roamed every inch of naked flesh; a banquet of golden satiny velvet. Then she shuddered; a tiny ripple that ran from shoulder to foot and he froze.
When her eyes didn’t open, Angel relaxed and sat carefully on the bed. He followed his usual path, not deviating even though it killed him not to explore the dips and valleys, her secrets laid bare to take.
Another ritual began- and another walk towards that fine line; this time his feet rested neither here nor there. A kiss. A kiss to the gentle dip of her belly, to the soft rose peak of each full breast; the line of her throat, and finally a butterfly touch to her slightly parted mouth. Then he would leave.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Cordelia waited for the bedroom door to close before turning on her side and sighing tremulously. Her eyes opened; eyes wet with unshed tears.
She’d awoken one night, weeks ago with the feeling that someone or something was in her room. Years of experience had kept her eyes closed and her breathing steady, instead breathing deep and scenting the air. For a moment her eyes had almost opened.
Angel.
After being so close for so long, she’d have known his unique scent anywhere. The urge to open her eyes and ask him why he was there was strong. But something stopped her. Instead she peaked through her lashes and found him sitting in the chair at the side of the bed, just…. sitting. It was too dark to make out more than a pale blur where his face was. His stillness gave her pause and she continued to breath steadily.
Eventually sleep pulled her back under, and the next time Cordelia awoke, the weak rays of the morning sun filtered through the room and the chair was empty.
That day, Angel had finally emerged from his room, but had said nothing. Although it had unnerved her, her logical side explained maybe his need to know his seer was okay after months estranged, so she said nothing. As the day progressed, Cordelia kept finding his dark eyes on her.
The Brood was definitely back and running like a well-oiled machine- but there was something almost indefinable in those obsidian orbs, something… something that had her sitting up straight and garbling out a quick excuse to leave early. She felt his eyes boring into her back as she made her escape, not being able to release her breath until the sun hit her face as she walked along the pavement. It came out ragged with disbelief.
An afternoon and evening of collating her thoughts and emotions, and her mind was made up.
That night, Cordelia shivered as she slid under the covers, clad only in her latest buy at Victoria Secrets. Reason fled as an equally secret need flared within. They would never have more than discreet looks and his nightly visits, but she’d decided to make the best of what they could have.
What Angel could have. And if it was merely to look his fill, then she, his best friend, his… whatever he wanted her to be, would give him that at least; pushing down deep her awareness of the fact that she wanted this too.
And so it began. Each night Cordelia congratulated herself on being able to somehow keep him from knowing the moments she was awake, revelling in the almost palpable caress of his eyes.
The first time he touched her, it had taken everything Cordelia had not to react or gasp aloud. Angel’s touches were reverent; innocent… yet burned her from the inside out. A fine line was slowly being crossed, but she reassured herself that as long as she kept up the pretence of sleeping, her vampire was secure; Angelus was secure within his cage of flesh and bone.
The backs of his fingers ran along the line of her ribs, drifting lower before pausing at the elastic of her panties. They lifted and seconds later, his cool palm rested oh, so softly against her belly. He didn’t move his hand at all. It just…. rested against her flesh, until, after a while Cordelia drifted off to sleep.
A week passed and his visits continued. His touch always remaining the same; the slide of fingertips along the curve of her breasts, ribs, and the palm resting on her belly.
But soon it wasn’t enough and the first night she slid between the cool sheet nude had been nerve-wracking as well as exciting. That fine line was being touched yet Cordelia wanted to give him more- and thus give herself the same.
The choked gasp that had left his lips that night had been worth it, although her involuntary shiver had almost given the game away. Luckily for both of them, Angel hadn’t realised she was achingly awake.
Still he kept his touches the same as always, but Cordelia had felt the fine tremor in his fingers and hand as he followed the same path he did each night. Only this time he added another ritual that was followed through just before he left each time: a kiss. A gentle kiss to the dip below her belly, and open kiss to the tips of her aching breasts… the curve of her throat, and the softest of kisses to her lips. It took all she was worth to feign sleep and not open her eyes and kiss back. But she did it.
Each night, Cordelia ached for more, yet went with the flow. She understood the vampire’s limitations- also understood there could be nothing more than what had become a ritual… but it still wasn’t enough.
Through the shade of her lashes, she'd watched him as he silently sat in the chair by the bed. She never missed the glitter of his dark, dark eyes as they roamed her naked form. After a while, her eyes closed and she drifted off, only half aware when his fingers followed the same path they had done each night for weeks.
Each day, Cordelia wondered how long they could keep this up. Barriers were being breached, and although his hands and mouth never deviated from their nightly path, she wondered helplessly what would happen if ever he found out that she wasn’t as oblivious as he obviously thought.
Whispers of ‘Angelus’ entered her mind more frequently as time went by, and this fear, only this, kept her from opening her eyes fully and reaching out to him.
~*~*~*~*~*~
As Angel climbed in his car, his large body weary from deliberately tensed muscles that relaxed with a shudder when he finally left her apartment. How long could this go on before boundaries were breached? He knew he was risking so much with his nightly visits, but he couldn’t stop even though their lives depended on it.
As he pulled quietly away from the curb and made his lonely way home, the vampire wondered who would be the first to acknowledge his presence? How long before she opened those beautiful eyes fully and forced *his* acknowledgement of her wakefulness?
Because when that moment happened, what would he do? Angel sighed raggedly as he answered his own question.
And his demon stirred, the eager anticipation almost eating his fragile soul.
FIN