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(This is original creative material copyright Chris Kenworthy, based on characters that he has no right to owned by someone else blah blah biddy blah...) |
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It was a slow somg, and Damien was kissing Cordy as they stepped around in an ever-so-slow circle. He let his right hand slip down to run softly over her butt as he pressed his tongue through his lips and up to hers.
Cordelia broke out in a fit of helpless giggling, breaking her face away from Damien's. "I, uh, heehee, I'm sorry," she squeezed out through her laughter. "It's just, you were tickling me, and I'm, uh," she dropped her voice. "I'm not used to, um, this stuff," she confided.
"Oh," Damien said calmly. "Does that mean that going back to my place isn't something you're ready for?"
"Uh," Cordelia considered. "Probably not, tonight." She looked endearingly up at Damien as he tightened his arms around her again. "Do you hate me?"
"Oh, no, of course not," he assured her. "I want you, Cordelia, but we've got time. Not too much of it, I don't think, but a little."
"I want you too," Cordelia gushed, then did a double-take. "Not too much time?" she asked, concerned.
"Well, yeah. I'm only in town for a few weeks, honey." Damien shrugged apologetically. "All the more reason to make our time count," he whispered, running the fingers of his left hand over Cordelia's hair.
"Yeah, I guess so."
"I'll take that phone number now, by the way," he continued, smiling. "And I was thinking maybe I could crash that back-to-school Bash you kids are having, as your escort, my lady."
"Sure!" Cordy gushed.
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Cordelia silently opened the side door from the garage into the house proper, and headed over to the staircase.
"Hello, sweetheart." A light switched on in the living room, showing Lear Chase sitting on the couch, smiling over at Cordy.
Cordy took a quick look at the clock. "Three minutes yet to one, Dad. I'm in under curfew."
"Of course you are," Lear agreed, nodding.
"So... why exactly is it that you were sitting here, in the dark, apparently just waiting for me to come in?"
Lear laughed. "Well, because I wanted to talk to you as soon as you came in, and because sometimes it's restful just to sit in the dark." He flashed Cordy a silly grin.
"Okay," Cordy walked into the living room and sat down in an armchair, crossing her legs carefully. "What did you want to talk to me about?"
"I've been hearing some very disappointing things about you, the past few days," Lear said confidingly. "From Janet, and Leila." Cordelia let out a long-suffering sigh, and Lear held up a hand as if to forestall an outburst. "Now, I can understand if you're having problems getting along with them, but they're each a part of our family, which means that they kind of have to be a part of your life, sweetheart. That's just the way things work. And," he paused and smiled at her, "I'd just like to ask you if you could try not annoy them on purpose. Okay?"
"Okay," Cordelia said meekly.
"So, is there anything you'd like to talk about? How your evening went?"
Cordelia ignored the hint, reminded of something. "What was the deal with you and Mom, Dad?"
Lear jumped a little, then looked at her questioningly. "What do you mean? You know..."
"I know that she left us when I was a very little baby, and that you got word of her death on my first birthday," Cordy said. "But, what was she like? Where did you meet? What was your wedding like?"
Lear smiled. "The romantic details, huh?"
"Yeah!" Cordelia agreed with a grin.
"Well, let's see," Lear considered. "Julia was the most beautiful woman I''ve ever seen," he shook his head, "but of course you've seen pictures of her before, haven't you?"
"Yeah," Cordelia said. "I look a little like her, don't I?"
"A lot," Lear agreed. "You're a little taller, and her hair had more of a reddish tinge... but never mind that." He thought a bit more, perhaps finding his place again. "There was a kind of mystery behind her eyes, like she was always thinking about something that she never told me about."
"Did that make you feel, well, uh, rejected?" Cordelia asked, fascinated. "Like she didn't trust you?"
Lear shook his head. "No. Well, maybe a little at first, but it was that mystery that caught my attention at first. Later on, I let it go... I think that no matter how much she loved me, she couldn't talk about this. Except to Mister Dennon, that is."
"Mister who?"
Lear chuckled, "Oh, sorry, I'm getting ahead of myself. Richard Dennon was Julia's guardian, a friend of the family she said. Both of her parents had died a few years before."
"We met, at a club - The Bronze, in fact, though it wasn't called that back then. It was... you know, I'm not sure I remember. Auritorium, maybe... I couldn't tell you for sure. Julie seemed out of place at the clubs, like they weren't her world. She loved to dance, though. I was older than her, out of business school and taking my first risks.
"We fell madly in love with each other. Mister Dennon didn't like it; he said Julia should be focusing on school. But he couldn't keep us apart. It was only a few months after we met that I convinced Julie to go off with me to Las Vegas and marry me. Mister Dennon was furious with her when we got back to Sunnydale, and there was a big argument between them. I wasn't there, but it must have gotten way out of hand, because I didn't see Dennon for two years after that. Not until your christening, Cordy.
"And it was only two months after that that Julia told me that she had to go, that she still loved me, but that she had a job to do and that we couldn't come with her. I never saw her again."
He broke off then, and Cordy couldn't think of anything to say for a few seconds. So she just said "Goodnight, dad," and slipped upstairs.
* * * *
"So he called you already?" Rachel squealed over the phone the next day.
"Yeah," Cordelia confirmed. "Earlier today - asking me to meet him in the park tommorrow night."
"I can't believe it!" Rachel yelled.
"Neither can I," Cordelia confessed. "It's like my life has been a dream ever since I met him... except for the wicked stepmothers."
"Um, not really wanting to bring this up," Harmony interjected on the three-way phone line, "but are you looking the gift horse in the mouth Cor? I mean, calling the next day? Serious breach of guy guidelines. Sounds like desperation to me."
"Um," Cordelia ummed, suddenly worried now. Harmony could have a point... Damien had been moving very quickly - the only un-cool thing about him. Then again... "Uh, I, er, that is, this guy does not have any manufacturer's defects, Harm. I'm sure - almost." And maybe he was just cool enough not to care if some guidelines said he shouldn't call the next day.
"Yeah," Rachel chimed in. "Maybe it's just total love at first sight, and he's got it so bad that he doesn't care about guy guidelines."
"Hmm," Harmony considered. "Maybe. And I suppose that anyways, there's no good reason for you not to have fun, Cordy, as long as you're careful not to get yourself hurt."
"Whatever," Rachel shrugged that off. "Where do you think he's gonna take you, Cordelia?"
Cordelia jumped when she heard her name - she had been wondering exactly what Harmony meant by 'having fun' and 'being careful.' "I dunno. He said we would go for a walk. I don't suppose we'll go anywhere special, just wander around town."
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The door to Damien's room unlocked with a fevered SNAP and swung open violently. Damien pushed Cordelia through, not breaking their madly passionate kiss. Cordy, for her part, swung the door back closed with a flailing hand once they were both through and pushed her tongue through her lips to meet his own.
Damien opened his eyes once he heard the door slam shut, and they danced with mischief and lust. Quickly he started stripping off the young girl's outer clothing, making sure to tease and stroke her body in the process. At the same time, they maneuvered as one over to the queen-size bed. Cordelia's fingers maneuvered their way up to his chest and started to undo the snaps of his shirt.
Damien smiled to himself at the thought of the passion that must be burning inside the teenager he held, and resumed his own activity with a vengeance. With his right hand, he unbuttoned her blouse while he directed his left upwards, to fluff Cordelia's hair away from her right ear and run his fingers tenderly all over that ear.
Cordelia sighed deeply and let herself fall backwards onto the bed. Damien followed her closely, stripping her blue blouse down to her elbows and then roaming his hands elsewhere while she finished removing it. They continued on like that for several minutes, removing each other's and their own clothing, letting fingers, hands, and lips run over other body parts...
Cordelia froze in the middle of all of that as Damien slipped his boxers down. She couldn't seem to do anything but stare at his 'thing' - the first time she had ever seen one. She knew she didn't have any base for comparison, but it seemed very large - and threatening. But exciting at the same time. Still, Cordelia suddenly felt way exposed and vulnerable, even though she still had her brassiere and panties on.
"Are you ready now?" Damien asked her, with a teasing wink.
Cordelia was suddenly far from sure. However, the word she heard coming out of her mouth was "Yes."
Damien pounced back onto her, kissing her neck and running his hands tenderly over her bra-clad breasts.
Harmony's words about 'being careful' sounded in Cordelia's mind. "Use a condom, though. Okay?" she blurted out.
"Way ahead of you, honey," he drawled, letting his right hand leave her bosom long enough to pick a small package out of his shirt's breast pocket. Cordelia thought idly that she would never have expected that pocket to hold such an item when she had first seen Damien today at the park. Then more pressing events pre-empted her attention...
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