Title: Rain Can Do Funny Things
Author: Lissa
Raing: NC-17

General Disclaimers
 
I decided to do something different than what I
usually do so...enjoy.


   Cordelia tapped her foot annoyed. "Where is Angel?
I need to get home some time tonight."
   Doyle stiffled a yawn and looked at the threatening
weather outside. "Of all days for a storm to roll in."
   Cordelia rubbed her eyes. "He's with a client. You
know he'll be pushing dawn. That is so like him."
   "Let's get a cab." As he said this rain came
pouring down.
   Cordelia's eyes widened and an expression he
couldn't read came over her face. "No, I'd rather
walk."
   He grabbed his wallet from his back pocket. "I
don't want you to get sick. If it's about money,
Princess, it's okay. I'll pay for it."
   Cordelia took his arm. "No, it's not about money. I
just want you to walk with me." She gave him the big
pouty eyes. "Please?"
   He looked into the rain. "Are you sure? What about
the vampires?"
   Cordelia shrugged. "They don't like rain. They'd
rather hang out and eat shop keepers. We'll be fine."
She grabbed his hands and pulled him outside. "Come
on! It'll be fun!"
   Doyle let himself be drug into the rain.
   Cordelia giggled girlishly and twirled in a circle.
"Dance with me."
   He tried to block his face from the downpour.
"Huh?"
   Cordelia turned her face up into it. "Dance with me
in the rain." She slid her soaking sweater off leaving
her in a black button up tank top.
   He gulped. He shouldn't be looking but he was.
   Her shirt was soaked through and clinging to her
every curve.
   He watched her spin happilly.
   She took her sweater and wrapped it around his neck
pulling him to her. Her clothing soaked what part of
him that was still dry. "Come on, Doyle. Live a
little."
   He looked down at her. "If I tried to live at your
life speed I'd have a heart attack."
   She did another twirl her short skirt billowing
around her. "Please?"
   He looked at her shapely tanned legs and gave in.
He took her hand and waltzed her around the street.
   Once she got the hang of the steps they went faster
and faster until they were spinning at a dizzy speed.
   Cordelia slipped in a puddle and fell agianst him.
   He wrapped his arms firmly around her waist to keep
her up.
   Cordelia wound her arms around his neck. "Don't you
love this?" she yelled over the rain.
   Doyle stared at her. "Absolutely." he breathed.
   Cordelia smiled a crooked knowing grin. She pressed
her wet body to his. "Cool." She opened her mouth to
say something else when lightning lit the sky and
thunder cracked. She jumped. "Storm! There's a storm
afoot!" She grabbed his hand. "Hurry, let's get in!"
   Doyle's apartment was closer so they ran for it.
Doyle grabbed his key from his pocket. At the door he
tried to put it in the lock.
   Cordelia leaned seductively beween them.  She ran
her hands over his chest. "Hurry."
   He had to reach around her to the door. 
   She giggled and brushed her body against his.
   He swung the door open and looked at her. "You're
all wet."
   She wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him
fully against her. "I am very wet."
   Doyle paused. The way she said that he thought for
a moment that she wasn't talking about rain. He
shrugged it off. This was Cordelia. She had no
interest in him that way. Especially that much
interest. He motioned her in.
   She walked in and began shaking out her hair. 
   He threw his keys onto the coffee table and turned
around. He froze seeing a direct shot down Cordelia's
shirt as she bent over trying to wring out her hair.
He uncomfortably shifted his weight.
   Cordelia looked up at him with a coy smile.
   He cleared his throat and looked away.
   She walked over and slowly pushed his jacket off
his shoulders. "You'd better hang this up before it
get's ruined."
   He let her take the jacket from him and watched as
she tossed it onto a chair.
   She walked into the kitchen and hopped onto the
table. She let one leg hang and she put the other up
on a chair. She casually began shaking her hair out.
   Doyle watched her mesmerized. The way she was
sitting caused her skirt to lay in a position that
left him imagining. The imagining was leaving his body
in an embarrasing position.
   Cordelia looked him up and down. She brought her
hand to her shirt and began unbuttoning it. Her gaze
never left his.
   Doyle's eyes widened. "Uh, Cordelia? Can I ask you
a question? What are you-"
   "Let me ask you one first. And answer honestly. I
can see if you lie."
   He watched her unsurely. "What?"
   She grinned. "Come here. It's a secret."
   He walked over with a quizical look. "Yeah?"
   She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him
against her. She put her lips to his ear. "Do you want
to have sex with me?"
   He pulled back his eyes wide. "Excuse me?"
   She ran her hands through his hair and kissed his
jaw line. "Do you want to have sex with me?"
   He gulped feeling his body fully harden at the
thought of her proposal. He wanted her. God knew he
wanted her but he didn't know her intentions or if he
would be taking advantage of her. "I don't know..."
   Cordelia pressed her body to his. "Don't say you
don't want to. I feel that you do." She ran her hands
over his chest and ran her feet up and down his legs.
"Come on. I intend to leave you completely pleased. So
what if you're more experienced. Doesn't mean I can't
satisfy you."
   He squeazed his eyes shut as she finished
unbuttoning her shirt. He was trying to hold out. He
didn't want to do something she would regret in the
morining.
   "I'll do anything you feel like." she whispered.
"Anything."
   Doyle was losing the battle. The only thing he
could think of that he wanted right then was to be
burried inside of her body. To be touching her.
Caressing her. His resolve fell. He grabbed her and
pressed his lips to hers. He pulled her body to his
and ran his hands through her hair.
   She leaned back onto the table pulling him down
with her. She fumbled with his belt.
   Doyle halted her. "Slowly." he whispered taking her
shirt the rest of the way off. "I am going to teach
you control." He ran his finger down her neck to her
chest. 
   Cordelia moaned. "I don't think I can go slowly. I
want you now."
   Doyle licked his lips. He may be getting old but he
still knew a thing or two on how to get a girl
excited. "Besides if we rushed we would be having sex
on the table. I'd much rather do things to you on my
bed."
   Cordelia silently returned his kisses. 
   Doyle lifted her up and balanced her on his hips.
"I think we should retire to the bedroom." 
   Cordelia nodded and wrapped her legs around his
waist. She could feel his hardness through his jeans
and moved so she could feel more of him.
   He kicked open the bedroom door and layed her down
on the bed. With gentle hands he explored her body.
   Little moans of pleasure escaped her lips and he
took note of the spots she seemed to enjoy the most.
   He ran his hands slowly up her inner thigh. With
determination he removed her underwear. He gently slid
a finger inside of her hot tunnel making sure not to
hurt her. He noted that she had not lied to him
earlier she was definaletly wet and ready. He pulled
his finger out of her and leaned over her. "Are you
sure you want this?"
   She squirmed out of her skirt. "Yes, please." she
begged.
   Doyle nodded and disgarded his clothes. He lay
craddled between her legs. In one quick motion he
captured her lips in his and shoved into her.
   Cordelia gasped and pushed her body upward to his.
She ran her hands through his hair and kissed him
needilly. "Doyle," she moaned in his ear.  "Oh,
Doyle."
   He kissed her throat and groaned as he pushed once
again into her. 
   They continued, Doyle setting the pace. After a few
minutes Cordelia gripped his shoulder blades as a
feeling that felt so good tingled through her body.
"Harder." she whispered in his ear.
   Doyle reached what he needed seconds after her. He
took a calming breath. "God, Cordy."
   She nodded breathlessly. "That was..."
   "I'm getting old. That wore me out."
   "You're not the only one." she nuzzled his neck.
"But it was worth it."
   He kissed her softly "Definaltely, definalately
worth it. What...what made you want to do that?"
   Cordelia blushed. "It was the rain. Rain does that
to me. I already wanted you and then add rain to it."
   Doyle grinned. "I'm glad we decided to walk."
   Cordelia leaned her head on his chest. "Me too."
They lay silently in each others arms for a few
minutes when thunder boomed outside and lightning
zagged across the sky. 
   Cordelia felt her heartbeat pick up. "Did you hear
that?"
   Doyle turned to look at her. "The thunder? Yeah, I
was hoping you did too."
   Cordelia nodded. "I did. Do you know what this
means?"
   Doyle shrugged. "What?"
   She rolled on top of him. "It's my turn to be on
top."

* * *
  
   Angel looked up as his co-workers walked into the
office the next day. He noticed their chipper manner.
"Did you guys have a good night?"
   Doyle nodded "Oh, yeah."
   Cordelia smiled coyly. "The best."
   Angel sent them both wierd looks. "Okay." He began
rooting through some files. "Me too. I fought a demon
in that thunderstorm. I won."
   Cordelia smiled. "No kidding." She polished her
nails against her shirt. "I wish it would rain around
here more often."
   Doyle closed his eyes for a moment to control
himself. It didn't work. "You know what so do I. I say
we should move the office to a more rainy part of
town."
   Cordelia shrugged. "Either that or we should buy
some whipped cream. I like whipped cream."
   Angel looked preoccupied at a bill. "How does
whipped cream relate to thunder storms."
   She bit on one of her perfect manicured nails. "I
could think of a few."
   Doyle quickly grabbed his keys. "Angel? I'm going
to the grocery store. I'll be back in a flash."
   As he left Cordelia leaned against her desk.
"Angel, think we could get off early?"
   Angel put down the bill with a sigh. "If it will
get you quiet so I can read the bills fine just...try
to look busy."
   Cordelia smiled evilly. "Will do."

                  The End