Cordy/Virginia: Bodyguard to the Stars
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doyleTitle: Bodyguard to the Stars
Author: Doyle
Pairing: Cordelia/Virginia
Rating: PG-13
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glossing for the Cordy slashficathon.
“Back in a second,” Cordelia announced, extracting herself from the comfortable squish of couch and girlfriend. Barefoot, she padded to the kitchen, getting to the door just as the red light on the waffle iron turned green. “Okay, plate,” she muttered to herself, “plates plates plates…” A plate floated down to the counter, the cabinet door closing behind it. While Cordy was grabbing the chocolate spread, the waffles were arranging themselves neatly on the plate.
“Thanks, Dennis!” she called as she gathered her snacks and edged back into the living room. Virginia had her legs drawn up onto the couch, her back against the arm, and Cordelia mirrored her. Two sets of immaculately painted toes wiggled against each other. “Isn’t Dennis the best?”
“You’re so lucky,” Virginia agreed, taking the plate. “Our house had four ghosts, and they all hated me. When I was eleven I woke up floating six feet above the swimming pool.” She grimaced. “Well, six feet above it for about half a second. Anyway, Daddy had the place exorcised once he decided I had to be ‘protected’.”
“Guess you didn’t have many sleepovers.”
“Too big a security risk,” she said around bites. “Back when I still had friends my own age, any one of them could have been a demon in disguise.”
“Actually, with the growing up in Sunnydale, me too,” Cordy said. “Only they never were, obviously… except maybe Dolphin, because hello, don’t care how much her parents spent on orthodontists, those teeth were not human.”
Virginia laughed. “You had a friend called Dolphin? That actually makes me glad I was home-schooled.”
She was pretty open about her past for somebody whose dad had tried to sacrifice her to a demon. It had taken Cordy a while in their relationship to talk about her own father, and his little boo-boo with the tax thing didn’t look quite so bad in comparison.
Okay, right now Virginia didn’t look like an heiress, curled on the couch in a Picasso print t-shirt and a pair of men’s shorts – not Wesley’s, Cordelia hoped, because while she was fine with dating someone who’d had a week-and-a-half thing with her friend, that was an eww too far – but her hair was wavy from the shower, and she smelled of Cordy’s shampoo, and that was better than when she was dressed up in Versace and getting photographed for People.
Of course, the last couple of times she’d appeared in a magazine, the caption had also mentioned ‘and her companion, actress Cordelia Chase’, and that was not something to be overlooked. But a night spent in one or other of their apartments, watching Sex in the City and eating some calorific food, running over whatever cheesy lines Cordelia had to learn for the week’s round of auditions – yeah. That was good, too.
If things kept going this way, she was in serious dangerous of being domesticated. Virginia shifted position, her bare legs warm where they brushed Cordy’s skin, and she thought that the domestic thing was very, very underrated.
“Are you sure you have the whole night off?” Virginia asked, eyes teasing. “You don’t have to go be Wonder Woman? Because you can tell me. I’m sure I can cruise around for a while, pick up another hot young actress…”
Cordelia prodded her with her toes. “A hot young actress who makes you waffles and has the best ghost roommate in Silverlake? Excuse me while I fail to feel threatened.”
“Good. ‘Cause you shouldn’t.”
She smiled. “And yes, I really, really have the whole night off, unless I get a last-minute vision.” Breath held, she waited for one to hit her. Assuming she wouldn’t have a vision was like saying ‘at least things can’t get any worse’. When she wasn’t instantly struck with searing pain, she happily went on, “Angel’s beating himself up and/or off over Darla, and Wes and Gunn are…”
She trailed off, because Virginia had laid the plate and knife onto the floor, and now she was licking chocolate from her fingers, and it was suddenly the hottest thing she’d ever seen. On the middle finger Cordelia helped, swirling her tongue around the tip before she gently sucked it into her mouth, all the time looking from beneath her eyelashes at the beautiful woman in front of her. Virginia’s eyes were almost closed, her skin starting to flush high on her cheeks.
Every trace of the chocolate gone, she trailed her lips to Virginia’s palm, pressed a kiss there, matched it over the pulse in her wrist.
“Wes and Gunn?” Virginia asked, sounding breathless, when Cordy lifted her head.
It took her a second to place the names, let alone remember what the question was. She dismissed it with the wave of a hand. “Oh, they’re playing pool or darts. Or Wes said something about broadsword training. Whatever, they’re playing with something penis-shaped. Y’know, doing that thing where they flirt with each other and call it male bonding.”
“Those two are such boys,” Virginia said, and kissed her.
Cordy had made out on a lot of couches, second only to the front seat of cars for primo first-basing in her high school years. The fact that this time she was making out with a girl didn’t change the fundamentals – attention had to be paid to where arms and bodies were going to go, while not distracting from the most important thing, the soft lips against hers and the tongue gently teasing into her mouth. Breaking for air, Cordelia pushed herself back on her hands, opening her knees to let Virginia shuffle forward into the space.
Somehow this all ended with Cordy on her back, Virginia twined over and around her. Just when she was making a liar out of her sixteen-year-old self, who’d always said she didn’t do second without a dinner date or an invite to the prom, her pager bleeped for attention.
They both groaned.
Virginia stretched across to the coffee table – “Dennis, can you… thanks” – and checked the display. “’Come into work right away’ is 911, right?”
“Unfortunately,” Cordelia grumbled. She was the vision-girl, she said when they had to work. Maybe Angel had had a walk-in client.
“This is a 69,” Virginia said, turning it so Cordelia could see the face. “That’s, what, a sex emergency?”
Charles Gunn, you finally made a move. “That’s ‘going to have sex with Wes. Disturb us and die.’” She plucked the pager from her girlfriend’s hand and tossed it back onto the table. “So. Where were we?”
“Hmm.” Virginia tapped a finger to her lips, her other hand snaking back to where it had been before the interruption. “I think we were spending our night as boring shut-ins.”
“Oh, yeah,” she said. “I have a vague recollection of that.”
“Your memory must be on the fritz.”
“Must be,” she said happily. “Remind me?”
Author: Doyle
Pairing: Cordelia/Virginia
Rating: PG-13
Notes: For
glossing for the Cordy slashficathon.“Back in a second,” Cordelia announced, extracting herself from the comfortable squish of couch and girlfriend. Barefoot, she padded to the kitchen, getting to the door just as the red light on the waffle iron turned green. “Okay, plate,” she muttered to herself, “plates plates plates…” A plate floated down to the counter, the cabinet door closing behind it. While Cordy was grabbing the chocolate spread, the waffles were arranging themselves neatly on the plate.
“Thanks, Dennis!” she called as she gathered her snacks and edged back into the living room. Virginia had her legs drawn up onto the couch, her back against the arm, and Cordelia mirrored her. Two sets of immaculately painted toes wiggled against each other. “Isn’t Dennis the best?”
“You’re so lucky,” Virginia agreed, taking the plate. “Our house had four ghosts, and they all hated me. When I was eleven I woke up floating six feet above the swimming pool.” She grimaced. “Well, six feet above it for about half a second. Anyway, Daddy had the place exorcised once he decided I had to be ‘protected’.”
“Guess you didn’t have many sleepovers.”
“Too big a security risk,” she said around bites. “Back when I still had friends my own age, any one of them could have been a demon in disguise.”
“Actually, with the growing up in Sunnydale, me too,” Cordy said. “Only they never were, obviously… except maybe Dolphin, because hello, don’t care how much her parents spent on orthodontists, those teeth were not human.”
Virginia laughed. “You had a friend called Dolphin? That actually makes me glad I was home-schooled.”
She was pretty open about her past for somebody whose dad had tried to sacrifice her to a demon. It had taken Cordy a while in their relationship to talk about her own father, and his little boo-boo with the tax thing didn’t look quite so bad in comparison.
Okay, right now Virginia didn’t look like an heiress, curled on the couch in a Picasso print t-shirt and a pair of men’s shorts – not Wesley’s, Cordelia hoped, because while she was fine with dating someone who’d had a week-and-a-half thing with her friend, that was an eww too far – but her hair was wavy from the shower, and she smelled of Cordy’s shampoo, and that was better than when she was dressed up in Versace and getting photographed for People.
Of course, the last couple of times she’d appeared in a magazine, the caption had also mentioned ‘and her companion, actress Cordelia Chase’, and that was not something to be overlooked. But a night spent in one or other of their apartments, watching Sex in the City and eating some calorific food, running over whatever cheesy lines Cordelia had to learn for the week’s round of auditions – yeah. That was good, too.
If things kept going this way, she was in serious dangerous of being domesticated. Virginia shifted position, her bare legs warm where they brushed Cordy’s skin, and she thought that the domestic thing was very, very underrated.
“Are you sure you have the whole night off?” Virginia asked, eyes teasing. “You don’t have to go be Wonder Woman? Because you can tell me. I’m sure I can cruise around for a while, pick up another hot young actress…”
Cordelia prodded her with her toes. “A hot young actress who makes you waffles and has the best ghost roommate in Silverlake? Excuse me while I fail to feel threatened.”
“Good. ‘Cause you shouldn’t.”
She smiled. “And yes, I really, really have the whole night off, unless I get a last-minute vision.” Breath held, she waited for one to hit her. Assuming she wouldn’t have a vision was like saying ‘at least things can’t get any worse’. When she wasn’t instantly struck with searing pain, she happily went on, “Angel’s beating himself up and/or off over Darla, and Wes and Gunn are…”
She trailed off, because Virginia had laid the plate and knife onto the floor, and now she was licking chocolate from her fingers, and it was suddenly the hottest thing she’d ever seen. On the middle finger Cordelia helped, swirling her tongue around the tip before she gently sucked it into her mouth, all the time looking from beneath her eyelashes at the beautiful woman in front of her. Virginia’s eyes were almost closed, her skin starting to flush high on her cheeks.
Every trace of the chocolate gone, she trailed her lips to Virginia’s palm, pressed a kiss there, matched it over the pulse in her wrist.
“Wes and Gunn?” Virginia asked, sounding breathless, when Cordy lifted her head.
It took her a second to place the names, let alone remember what the question was. She dismissed it with the wave of a hand. “Oh, they’re playing pool or darts. Or Wes said something about broadsword training. Whatever, they’re playing with something penis-shaped. Y’know, doing that thing where they flirt with each other and call it male bonding.”
“Those two are such boys,” Virginia said, and kissed her.
Cordy had made out on a lot of couches, second only to the front seat of cars for primo first-basing in her high school years. The fact that this time she was making out with a girl didn’t change the fundamentals – attention had to be paid to where arms and bodies were going to go, while not distracting from the most important thing, the soft lips against hers and the tongue gently teasing into her mouth. Breaking for air, Cordelia pushed herself back on her hands, opening her knees to let Virginia shuffle forward into the space.
Somehow this all ended with Cordy on her back, Virginia twined over and around her. Just when she was making a liar out of her sixteen-year-old self, who’d always said she didn’t do second without a dinner date or an invite to the prom, her pager bleeped for attention.
They both groaned.
Virginia stretched across to the coffee table – “Dennis, can you… thanks” – and checked the display. “’Come into work right away’ is 911, right?”
“Unfortunately,” Cordelia grumbled. She was the vision-girl, she said when they had to work. Maybe Angel had had a walk-in client.
“This is a 69,” Virginia said, turning it so Cordelia could see the face. “That’s, what, a sex emergency?”
Charles Gunn, you finally made a move. “That’s ‘going to have sex with Wes. Disturb us and die.’” She plucked the pager from her girlfriend’s hand and tossed it back onto the table. “So. Where were we?”
“Hmm.” Virginia tapped a finger to her lips, her other hand snaking back to where it had been before the interruption. “I think we were spending our night as boring shut-ins.”
“Oh, yeah,” she said. “I have a vague recollection of that.”
“Your memory must be on the fritz.”
“Must be,” she said happily. “Remind me?”