HERE. BE. BADGIRL. SMUT.
Cordelia and Doyle are together, dating, and happy.
If you don't like smut, you have the option of accepting the previous chapter as the ending and cutting out now.
Seriously, don't leave me a nasty review after reading this chapter saying that it was too much. I'm giving you a chance to ignore this last installment.
I'm personally classifying this part as RATED R, because while it is descriptive, I don't feel it deserves an NC-17 rating.
You have to go into this with the knowledge that you may very well disagree with me on that.
It wouldn't be the first time that my definition of regular, run-of-the-mill smut did not correlate with a reader's definition of the same.
At a certain point in the story, I've included a playlist of songs for you to listen to while reading.
For the full effect, I suggest going to playlist dot com and listening to them in order.
For those of you who want to see how this concludes, in every sexy, sweaty, funny, and wonderfully sweet detail, please continue ;)
Cordelia let out a relieved sigh when his lips were on hers once more, his tongue dancing with hers in that way that made her lose all sense of her surroundings. It floored her yet again, the effect he had on her, the way he could be so tender and so passionate in the same instant. She smiled into their kiss as he laid her back on the bed gently. Even with how long it had been for him, he was in no rush. He seemed to be testing out every single way he could kiss her, memorizing the sounds she made for each one.
Grudgingly, he broke their kiss long enough to slide her tank top off over her head, taking a moment to savor the sight of her smiling up at him before kissing her deeply. Her soft hands running over his bare shoulders and back earned a deep moan of approval from him. He laughed against her lips at the intrigued 'mmm' she made in response.
As he kissed his way across her cheek and down her jaw-line, she opened her eyes, smiling up at the ceiling at the way she felt in that moment. This was the way it was supposed to be. This was what had been missing the first night. He made her feel beautiful, loved, special. He always did. She sighed contentedly, her eyes fluttering closed as she offered up her neck to his hungry mouth.
The feeling of his fingertips pressing into her skin, the way he was learning the taste of every new inch he came across made her heart smile. She realized that for the first time in as long as she could remember, she was happy; really, truly, genuinely, blissfully, stupidly happy. She purred at that feeling, wanting to share it. Running her fingers up through his hair, she gently urged him to stop kissing her neck for a second.
With a moan of reluctance and a dazzling, dimpled smile, he complied, gazing down into her eyes questioningly. The afternoon sun filtering in through the windows really did him justice. It was like seeing him in a completely new light. That dark hair and perfectly pale skin, those sparkling blue eyes and even the little laugh lines at their sides…she traced them adoringly.
"I love you, Doyle." She said softly, tilting her head to the side on the pillow and grinning up at him.
"Mmm…" He breathed and closed his eyes, her words sending ripples of pleasure through his entire body. His smile widened as he leaned his cheek against her hand. "I'll never get tired of hearing those words from ya, I can tell ya tha." He crooned and she giggled. "I love you too, princess." He assured, leaning down and kissing her sweetly. "God, I love ya…so much…" He continued between kisses as they wrapped their arms around one another.
They rolled back and forth across the bed, laughing as it became a competition for who could stay on top longest. Twice they nearly fell over the sides of the small mattress, each time cracking up and catching themselves just in the nick of time. Clothes were peeled away until all that remained was the two of them under the sheets.
"Are we so crazy for this?" She asked with a grin, running her hands over his arms as he held himself up above her. The unlikely pair of strangers thrown together by fate was about to take the next step; strangers who had become friends, friends who had become allies, allies who had become companions, companions now to become lovers.
"I believe ya defined us as being 'crazy in love', darling, and I can live with tha." He said with a wink, pulling the sheets up over his head and disappearing beneath them.
She laughed at the sight of his huddled form slowly moving further down the mattress under the sheet, at least until his hot mouth began leaving a trail of wet kisses across her breasts and stomach. Her breath caught in her throat, her eyes switching back and forth between fluttering closed in pleasure and watching every movement of his shrouded descent. A gasp escaped her smiling lips as he nibbled and kissed her thighs. Her breathing grew ragged in anticipation and she reached beneath the sheets for him, stroking the muscles of his neck imploringly. Closer….closer…closer…almost…THERE.
MUSIC FOR SCENE:
"Right Round" by Flo Rida
"Underlying Feeling (Adam K & Soha Radio Edit)" by Sylvia Tosun
"Faster Kill Pussycat (Featuring Brittany Murphy)" by Paul Oakenfold
With a blinding, thought-shattering level of pleasure thundering through her, she learned that his tongue was every bit as talented giving those deep kisses between her legs. Every muscle in her body went rigid as he patiently devoted himself to the task of working her toward her end. She gripped his shoulders, her brows drawing together so severely that it was nearly painful as her mouth hung open in astonishment. Unable to form anything even remotely resembling words, she fell back on mews and moans and whimpers and pants to voice her appreciation for his unexpected expertise in this department.
Why hadn't he told her? Why hadn't this been like the first thing that fell from his lips the day they met? Any guy capable of something this…wow…should be required to announce it in the introductions. It should have gone something like, "Hi, Cordelia. My name's Doyle and I've a hurricane tongue that's gonna completely blow your mind. It's nice to meet ya, darling. If you'd like to just lie down now so I can get started, that'll be fine."
Her eyes refused to stay open; the only time her muscles moved from their locked up position was to twitch in time with the movements of his tongue.
"Doyle…Doyle…I'm…I'm…I'm gonna…" She gasped, though the statement was absolutely unnecessary. He was perfectly aware of what she was 'gonna' do. "Hooolllyy shit!" She shrieked, clawing at his back, his pillows, his headboard, and anything else within reach.
Her body was battling two equally undeniable impulses. The first was to grip him by the back of his head and hold him in position (an action that was not needed since he wasn't letting up in the least). The second was to get away from the overwhelming waves of ecstasy he had just unleashed. She had been under the false impression that she knew what an orgasm felt like. Dear, sweet, fluffy LORD had she been wrong. Whatever switch he had just flipped had her moaning and crying out as she crawled up the length of the bed with him following right along after her. She gripped his hair roughly, alternating between trying to drag him off of her and forcing him to press his mouth harder against her. After two of the longest moments of her entire life, she finally collapsed to the bed, covered from head to toe in sweat and moaning his praises incoherently.
With a self-satisfied smirk, he crawled back out from under the sheets, watching in amusement as she covered her face and struggled to slow her breathing. "With the way you're carrying on, you'd think it was the first time that's ever happened to ya, princess." He teased.
Still panting heavily, she cast him a suspicious look, wondering for a second if it was at all possible for him to be unaware of his talent. Seeing the mischief flashing in his eyes she smacked his shoulder playfully. "Oh you just need to shut up. You know that what you just did was amazing." She laughed.
"Ah, the differences ya find between boys and men, darling." He taunted with a wink as he kissed her stomach, knowing her previous partner(s) must have been in their teens. "Mmm…have to admit, though, I had a bit of an advantage, what with planning all that out in me head so many times. I've been waiting to do tha for a long while." He purred. "Again?" He asked, looking up at her hopefully and her eyes widened.
"Ask me in a few minutes, k?" She said with a smirk.
"Fine by me, so long as ya stay right where ya are." He agreed, running his tongue up the center of her stomach and smiling victoriously at the shiver it caused. "Ya taste so damned good, d'ya know tha? Juices like wine…I'd give up scotch in a heartbeat if I could drink ya every day." He breathed huskily against her skin.
She whimpered at the undeniable sexuality in his voice, her back arching of its own accord in response. "Really?" She asked in a strained voice. "You'd actually quit drinking for me?"
He smiled up at her. "Well in all fairness, I was using it as a means of distraction since I didn't have much else going for me…now that I've got you? I don't foresee a need to be drinking to excess. So, the binge-drinking is already in the rearview. As for occasionally getting hammered, well, I would quit that if ya asked me to, darling, on one condition." He waited for her to look into his eyes curiously. "The next time I get hit with one of them head-cracking visions, I can kick Angel outta the office, put ya up on the desk, and use ya instead of whisky to dull the pain."
She laughed at the thought, and then tilted her head to this side, letting out a little 'hmm' as she considered it.
"Ooh…all right, I see we're putting tha on the to-do list." He chuckled. "So, ya ready yet?"
She bit her bottom lip thoughtfully, grinning and nodding before quickly covering his head with the sheet. Letting out playful little growls, he eagerly nibbled his way back down her stomach. She threw her head back against his pillows, laughing hysterically as his nibbling tickled her sides. The sound rang out through his once gloomy apartment, chasing away the depression that had hung so heavily in the air for so many years.
Round two was no less mind-blowing. She had a feeling that with the rate he was going, she would be able to ditch her gym membership. Every muscle in her body got a thorough workout during the release he provided. When he came back up the second time, however, she was ready for him. He let out a surprised yelp as she gripped him by the shoulders and tugged him up the length of her.
With all of his blood rushing to the appendage that was now mere inches away from its destination, he smirked down at her. "I'll take it you're ready to get on with it then?" He laughed.
"Hell yeah," she purred, stroking his back enticingly. "No more waiting, you little Irish tease, you've been holding out on me for long enough." She taunted.
"Oh yeah? Is tha what I've been doin?" He whispered.
The look of desire in his eyes made her stomach flip-flop, apparently the teasing was over.
He leaned down to her, kissing her lips deeply, his brows drawing together as he slowly began inching his way inside of her. A long, low moan fell from his lips at the feel of her; that incredible sensation of tightness, wetness, and heat scattering his thoughts in all directions. He pressed his forehead against hers, gasping in ecstasy as he sank into her completely.
"Damn, darling, I can't even begin to tell ya how good ya feel." He choked out in a hoarse whisper. She moaned incoherently that the feeling was mutual. He could not believe he had managed to go so many years without this…or that he had been able to put off having it with Cordelia for so long. His entire body trembled with the level of restraint it took to hold back now. By the third stroke, he was panting heavily, his heart thundering in his chest.
Cordelia watched every twist of pleasure in his features, knowing that they were reflected in her own. Even with as transfixed as she was in that moment, she couldn't help but wonder just how much larger he was intending to get. He sure as hell wasn't lacking any length or thickness in human form. Why was it always the short, unassuming guys with the great senses of humor and easy smiles who smuggled in the real goods? And why did all the big mouthed, self-obsessed guys always talk a big game only to produce a petite one?
It wasn't long before her wondering about the impending super-sizing was put to an end. He let out a sound of pleasure the likes of which she'd never heard a man make. Turned on beyond belief by his vocalization, her entire body tensed in response. The instant her muscles clamped down around the length of him, it brought on the transformation.
Her eyes snapped open wide.
Her jaw dropped open uselessly.
Her fingernails dug into his biceps as they both froze in place.
Staring down at her through a fog of pleasure, he somehow managed to ask in a shaky, anxious voice, "Are ya all right, princess? D'ya want me to stop?"
She shook her head insistently, unable to blink or form words for a long moment. When she finally found her voice, she ground out, "If you do…or change back to human…you're a dead man, Doyle."
A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he studied her intense expression. "So…you're not in pain or anything?"
"Un-uh." She whimpered, still staring up at him in astonishment, still digging her fingernails into his skin with every muscle in her body as rigid as a coiled spring.
"So…that's a good thunderstruck look on your face then, is it?" He asked.
"Uh-huh." She moaned, nodding her wholehearted agreement.
"Well…even still, how bout we take it slow for a bit, yeah?" He suggested breathlessly, inching out a little before slowly sinking back into her heat.
Her eyes rolled up into the back of her head. Goose bumps covered every inch of her body at the sensation. She gnashed her teeth together, hearing a long, deep moan of approval coming from her throat involuntarily.
This? Was not sex. This? Was something beyond sex. She made a vague mental note to be careful when she got a chance to go down on him, lest she wind up with a broken jaw…or getting impregnated from the opposite direction. He had to be hitting her ribcage or something in that moment, she decided. Her body must be moving things aside, eagerly clearing a path for the length and sheer girth of him all the way up into her chest cavity.
Okay, that might be a slight exaggeration, but honestly? Damn. And as bad as it might sound? Holy hell, it was not an unpleasant sensation.
As he took another leisurely stroke, she pulled him down to her frantically, burying her face against his chest and hungrily kissing his warm flesh through the soft hair. She inhaled his scent desperately trying to breath him all in. Her entire body seemed to be slipping into the primal instincts of the act in a way she never imagined possible. The animalistic need she felt for him to go deeper, faster, harder…it was beyond rational thought.
He was still trying to hold back though, to pace himself so that he wouldn't hurt her.
Her body would hear none of that. With one hand planted on the bed behind her and the other gripping his shoulders, she pulled herself up off the pillows. Wrapping her legs around his hips, she forced him at least another few inches inside of her.
"Oh fuck yeah!" She moaned in ecstasy, her head rolling back and hair hanging wildly behind her. She didn't even notice that she had dropped the seldom-used f-bomb. She wasn't going to let him hold out on her now, not when every nerve in her body was pleading for more.
With a determined look on her face and her eyes locked with the red eyes of her lover, she began rocking her hips against his aggressively.
"Aww…God…" He groaned, his body trembling uncontrollably as she started riding him harder. "Are ya…ooohh…Gooodd…are ya…sure…?" He whimpered, feeling his hold on his humanity slipping in the face his demon side's urges.
She was way too far gone to be forming words; the only sounds that were leaving her were grunts of pleasure with each collision of their bodies.
With one last growl of defiance, he succumbed to the Brachen in him and lost control, sweeping her hand out from beneath her and letting her drop back onto the pillows. Before she could even attempt to return to her previous position, he gripped her ankle, draping one of her legs over his shoulder. She stared up at him drunkenly, spellbound by the increased penetration this position was allowing for.
Without another word, they let go. It was wild and rough and hard and passionate and absolute, irrefutable rapture. She found herself gripping the sides of his face, spikes and all, as she kissed him ravenously. And her shy, anxious Doyle had apparently left the building. Every bit of hesitation he'd had for letting this happen was gone now. He couldn't even recall the reasons for his initial restraint anymore.
Over the course of the next hour, she found herself bent into positions that would have made her yoga instructor envious. Neither of them could remember at what point they'd ended up on the floor, or how his lamp had come to be lying in shattered pieces a few feet away from them. Their joint screams echoed through the apartment building but they were too involved in what they were experiencing to be discrete.
Finally, with her legs draped over each of his elbows and his grip on her arms becoming painful (in a good way) he began the tell tale attempts to warn her that he was almost there. Digging her nails into his forearms to prevent him from getting away, she held onto him as tightly as he was to her and shrieked her appreciation as his thrusts became hard and frantic.
Hunching forward and growling at the mind-blowing pleasure of the sensation, he released all of his pent up desire deeply inside of her. Cordelia gasped and moaned as the veritable explosion inside of her took her over the edge with him. She clawed at him desperately, pulling him down to her, wrapping her arms and legs around him possessively as if trying to make sure she got every bit of it.
Once the waves of ecstasy subsided for them both, his body slowly relaxed in her grasp. They each panted and moaned in blissful exhaustion, kissing one another hungrily as his body shifted back to its human form. He let out a groan and rolled over onto the floor beside her, his breathing as ragged as hers.
"Whoa." She finally breathed in astonishment, resting her head on his shoulder.
"Likewise." He managed between panting, smiling down at her adoringly and kissing her forehead. "Damn I could go for a smoke right about now."
"How'd we get down here?" She asked in a daze, noting how far they had traveled from the bed.
"I've no idea." He laughed. "But I know it was a hell of a lot of fun making the trip."
"Oh yeah." She agreed. "I think it's fair to say that we're sticking together for the long haul, bub." She said, smirking up at him. "That was pretty much a prime example of 'ruining a girl for all other men'."
"Mmm, can't pretend to be sorry about tha." He teased. "But it's all right, I'm sure you'll be walking just fine in a few…" He stopped, frowning as he considered that statement. "Nah, tha's a lie; we'll never last a few days before doing this again."
"Ya think?" She laughed, not sure they were going to last an hour. "I can't believe we didn't do this sooner. All those nights I was just lying there next to you when we could have been…" Her head came up, her brows drawing together in amusement as she finally focused on the wreckage across the room. "…breaking your bed, apparently."
"What?" He cried, looking back and finding that it had collapsed to the floor, the frame lying in splintered pieces. "Eh well, it was worth it."
"Oh! I almost forgot." She said with a grin. "Angel says to tell you, 'congratulations'."
Doyle burst out laughing, shaking his head at her. "So ya told him ya were coming here on a mission then?"
"Well he didn't buy my story that I was gonna 'go home' last night after we couldn't find you. I didn't know it but he followed me here. When you asked me to leave you alone I only did because I was gonna go to the office to try and figure out what kind of demon you were. He popped out of the shadows and I got to grill him instead of wasting hours reading dusty books." She explained. "Do you know he actually smiled that me and you were gonna get together? Seriously. Angel. SMILING."
"I can believe it. He's sorta been rooting for us from the sidelines. Hey, d'ya think we ought call and see if he's in need of any help tonight?" He asked with a frown, realizing it was now nearly sunset.
"He knows how to pick up a phone and dial." She said with a smirk as she crawled on top of him. "And I'm sure he'll understand that something…came up…" She teased, waggling her eyebrows as she kissed him.
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A/N: Well? What d'ya think? :D Other than an epilogue for laughs, this story is at an end. Be sure to let me know if you enjoyed it!