Summer Lovin' by Princess Passion Title: Summer Lovin' Author: Princess Passion Disclaimer: I don't own any characters from "Angel" or anywhere else. I also don't own Bennigan's, an absolutely fabulous Irish restaurant in Louisiana. I'm pretending there's one in Los Angeles. Oh, and I don't own any of the songs I use. Please don't sue, I have nothing you want. Distribution: Anyone who wants it. Summary: Fluff set in the middle of Summer. That means hot, sweaty, wet Doyle.... Oh, boy! Fun to be had by all! Rating: PG13, maybe. A few bad words, but pretty safe. Notes: Alternate time-line. Doyle never died. Doyle never died. Doyle never died. Just keep repeating that and we'll be okay! Speech is, of course, indicated with " ". Thought is indicated with < >. I'm also assuming that Cordelia can, in fact, be nice, if she wants to. For those of you who don't know what an 11:11 wish is, it's pretty self- explanatory. HAVE FUN!! Dedication: This is for my amiga, Courtney. It's all about fun in the sun!!! ON WITH THE FIC- It was hot. Very, very hot. Blistering, actually. It was mid-July in Los Angeles; it didn't get much hotter than this. The side walks smoldered, even at sunrise; you could see the steam rising off the pavement, and nobody went out wearing more clothing than was necessary to be legal. The sweltering morning sun shone brightly into the second story window of Cordelia Chase's apartment bedroom. The carpeted floor had nothing on it, (due to a late night cleaning spree done out of boredom), except the thin blanket that should have been covering the occupant of the bed in the middle of the room. A group of tiny birds, perched on a tree outside, chirped their cheerful songs, while inside, Cordelia lay peacefully asleep in her bed. The phone rang, shrill and unwanted, jerking her out of her calm dreamful state. The mixture of annoyance and confusion beaming from her half-open eyes was an indication she would not be using her "polite phone manners" with the idiot who had the audacity to call and wake her up at....she turned to glance at the clock.... "8:00 in the morning!?" She squealed out loud. She rolled over and lunged at the phone, desperate to stop the incessant ringing. "Hello?!" She said through gritted teeth, trying to sound calm, and not like she had just woken up. "Hey Princess. I didn't wake ya, did I?" It was Doyle. Cordelia's feelings of joy and disgust battled for a split second, she didn't know why. Ultimately, disgust won; but only because he had woken her up. She found herself realizing that disgust was winning less and less these days, where Doyle was concerned. She pushed the thought from her mind, ‘It's too early for deep thought', she told herself. "Of course not, Doyle! It's not like I need a whole lot of beauty rest." Cordelia replied smugly, or fake smugly, she wasn't sure which one had come out, or which one it was meant to be, even. But that shouldn't matter, should it? "No, you sure don't Princess," he said slowly and sweetly. He had to convince Cordy that his feelings for her were more than just sexual, and that meant being as nice as humanly (or half-humanly, anyway) possible. On the other end of the phone, Cordelia couldn't help but smile at the kindness she heard in his voice; the kindness she only heard when he was talking to her. She recovered quickly with, "So, why are you calling me?" She grimaced as she realized it sounded a lot less harsh in her head. "Um, well, I actually just wanted t' tell ya that Angel has gone into one o' his super depressed moods, and, uh, he's kinda left town." "What!?" Cordelia shrieked. "Oh, but don't you worry, he left a note. He said he just needs t' think. He'll be back in a few days, an' he's givin' us the time off." Doyle answered quicky, so as not to worry his Princess. "Is it paid?" Cordelia asked after a few seconds. Doyle couldn't help but laugh at this. That was his Princess, always remembered to ask the "important" questions. "What?" She asked impatiently, completely missing the humor in what she had said a moment before. "Oh, nothin' Cordy. It is as far as I know." There was a moment of silence, then, "Okay, so thanks for calling to tell me," Cordelia said, trying to sound nice. For some strange reason, she was actually worried about hurting Doyle's feelings before. She had never really cared about others' feelings, and frankly, she didn't know what to do with her new-found conscience. "Sure Princess, any time," was Doyle's sincere response. Cordelia thought. She didn't know whether to shudder or cry tears of joy at this proclamation. She didn't have time to decide, her thoughts were cut short by, "Hellooo..." "Oh! Yeah! Um, I was just, uh, thinking!" She tried desperately to sound nonchalant. "Thinkin' eh? Thinkin' about me?" "Doyle, don't flatter yourself." Cordelia said flatly, out of instinct. She immediately regretted it. " I'm sorry Doyle. I didn't mean that." "It's okay Princess, I'm used t' it." He replied matter-of-factly, and she could tell he wasn't trying to make her feel bad. Cordelia thought for a minute, then, she took a deep breath and said, "Doyle, would you like to go to lunch with me today?" When he hesitated, she added, "Just because, ya know, we've got the day off and everything, I thought it would be fun, just you and me, me and you, together, having lunch, today. She mentally chastised herself. "Sure, Cordy. I'd love to," came the shocked and somewhat eager reply. Doyle thought to himself. "Good!" Cordelia announced, to both Doyle and herself, as she heaved a sigh of relief. She reassured herself. "Okay then, I'll be at th' office today anyway, tidying up... so you can come by there if you want t', or..." Doyle suggested, before he was interrupted by Cordelia. "Oh, yeah, that's good. I'll be there about noon, okay?" Cordelia asked, hoping to get this part over with quickly. "Sure Cordy, that's perfect," he said, again, so sweetly. Cordelia again drifted off in thought. "Princess...." "You okay? You seem to be thinkin' quite a lot this mornin'." Doyle said, more concerned than nosy. "Yeah Doyle, I'm fine. It's not exactly call for a national holiday whenever I have thoughts, ya know." Cordelia replied smartly. "I know Princess, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that. Forgive me?" Doyle asked her, his voice like that of a little boy. Cordelia thought. "Maybe. It just depends on how nice you are at lunch." She said with a smile. "I'll be the man of your dreams, Princess." Doyle said, and he meant it in more instances than one. "Yeah, well, I'll see you in a couple of hours. Bye Doyle." Cordelia stated fondly. "Bye Cordy." Doyle said simply. Then the line went dead with a click. He held the phone in front of him for a moment, before returning it to it's base. He thought while shaking his head, as he walked back into his bedroom to get a change of clothes. He couldn't meet his Princess looking like this, now could he? "I said I'd be th' man of her dreams, an' a gentleman always keeps his word," he mumbled to himself, with a smile, as he pulled on a pair of dark blue jeans and a plain white tank top, that just happened to show off his exquisitely tan and muscled arms and shoulders. He was uncomfortably hot in the jeans, but they looked better than just a pair of shorts. He went to the kitchen and grabbed an apple, putting it in his mouth. He walked back out into the livingroom and picked up a pair of sunglasses and his wallet (checking to see how much money was in it) and headed out the door. Across town, Cordelia looked at the clock as she hung up the phone. 8:15! That only gave her 3 hours and 45 minutes to get ready! It was cutting it close, but she thought she could make it. She slowly got out of bed, wearing only a blue tank top and matching underwear, due to the sweltering heat, and made her way to the bathroom. Once there, she washed her face with the clear orange bar of soap sitting in the dish, used her daily pore clearing astringent, brushed her teeth with her whitening toothpaste, and of course, flossed, using cinnamon flavored dental floss, her fave! She then took her hairbrush out of the drawer and brushed the nighttime tangles out of her hair. She put the hairbrush down on the sink and retrieved her favorite apple and herb shampoo and conditioner from under the sink, along with her special loofa and exfoliating seaweed soap. She carried the items over to the shower and set them down, then turned on the water. When it was at a temperature she liked, she shed her skimpy night clothes and got in. Forty minutes later, when the water had gotten cold, she climbed out, wrapped herself in a big, soft, fluffy towel, and exited the bathroom, hairbrush in hand. When she got to her dresser, she brushed her hair again and evenly applied a small drop of smoothing gel. She then blow dried her hair straight, not wanting to take the chance that it might not come out perfect if she just let it air dry. She purposely avoided the fact that she was doing all this primping with a song in her heart, because it was for Doyle. After she finished with her hair, she decided to pull it back until she got ready to go. She changed into a light, silk robe and headed to the kitchen to grab her breakfast of orange juice and half a bagel. She vaguely heard Dennis,(her very own resident spook) turn on the TV in the livingroom. She was too busy with her daydream of Doyle to notice. When she had finished with breakfast and brushed her teeth again, Cordelia went back to her room and applied her face-full of makeup with the same expert's touch that she always did. While putting on her eye-liner, she had a great idea, an absolutely fabulous idea: "I don't care if Doyle likes it or not, he is going to come swimming with me if it kills him," Cordelia said under her breath, a sly smile spreading across her face. {Insert evil cackle}. 30 minutes later, when she was satisfied with her makeup, she got up to get dressed. She put on her brand new, hot pink, barely there bikini, followed by a black spaghetti strap tank top, and an pair of light blue (very short) cut offs. She took her hair down and looked in the mirror. She looked at the clock again, 11:11. She closed her eyes and wished on every star in the heavens that today with Doyle would go perfectly and that it would grow into something more. She didn't question the choice to make that wish, she just did it. When she opened her eyes, it was 11:12. "Okay, if fate ever owed me a favor, it's time to pay up." She said to Dennis, who she had felt walk (or float) in a moment before. "I think I deserve it, don't you?" She asked the phantom, not really expecting to get a response. The radio in the corner switched on and started playing the song, "I Love You" by Sarah McLachlan. [Oh and every time I'm close to you, there's too much I can't say, and you just walk away. And I forgot.... to tell you... I love you...] "Yeah, she has a song for everything, doesn't she?" Cordelia said quietly. "It's like she wrote the soundtrack to my whole damn life." She added bitterly. Before she had a chance to continue, Dennis floated a bright orange beach bag to her. "Okay, okay, I'll stop with the whining." she promised. She snatched the bag out of the air and started to pack all kinds of pool-time-fun necessities. "Okay, I think I'm all ready!" Cordelia declared a while later. Dennis lifted the temporary tattoos and nail polish out of the bag as if to ask, "Why?" "Ugh, listen, I know you died, like, a long time ago, but haven't you been paying any attention to the world?" Cordelia asked her friendly spirit. "The tattoos are to put on before I bake...." Still nothing from the phantom. "And when it comes off, there's a butterfly shaped not-tan spot. Duh Dennis! And the nail polish is to, big surprise, paint my nails with. In this heat they'll dry in, like, a minute flat. Don't tell me you couldn't figure that one out." She said with her usual smart tone. The two items in the air went on there sides, a sign that Dennis had shrugged, then were placed back into Cordelia's bag. She thought. She turned around again and looked at the clock. 11:32. "I guess I should get going. See ya later Dennis!" The brunette once- cheerleader said as she walked out of the bedroom, picked up her purse, and put on a very stylish pair of sunglasses. She turned around once more, and with a class that was purely Cordelia Chase, she waved, "Tah, Tah." She swung herself around and left her apartment, not bothering to lock the door. If something happened while she was gone, she knew Dennis had his ways of taking care of it. Dennis thought as she closed the door behind herself. Cordelia Chase smiled as she walked down the stairs to her red "QueenC" mobile. She was going to meet Doyle, they were going to have lunch, then go swimming. She realized he probably wasn't wearing swim trunks right now, so they would have to stop by his apartment on the way to private club they would be swimming at. Her smile got even bigger. Doyle...... Ahhh, that name made her skin tingle, it made her breath catch in her throat. She was loving the fact that she had finally admitted her feelings for the cute little Irishman. She also loved the fact that when she set her sights on a guy, he was as good as her's. {Insert evil cackle again} She kept these happy thoughts in mind as she got in her car and drove off. Meanwhile, inside ‘Angel Investigations': "OWWW!! DAMN IT!! STUPID BOX!! WHAT TH' HELL IS IN THIS THING??!! Doyle screamed as he bent to remove the 80 pound box from on top of his toes. Why did he have to clean up? Angel couldn't have done it when he got back from "MopeyVille"? Or, here's a radical thought: he couldn't have hired someone else to do it? "God, I'm not gettin' paid enough t' do this kinda crap!" He exclaimed out loud, to nobody in particular. He set the box down on Cordelia's desk, muscles rippling, and went over to the stereo. He thought. He turned on the radio, the first song he heard was "I Love You" by Sarah McLachlan. [I have a smile stretched from ear to ear, to see you walkin' down the road. We meet at the lights, I stare for a while, the world around us dissap......] "Nice song, just not my first pick...." he said as he continued to scan stations. He settled on "Stay Young" by Oasis. [Hey stay young, and invincible, ‘cause we know just what we are, call my name, we're unstoppable, ‘cause we know just what we are.] After he turned the volume up, he went back to throwing out papers, moving boxes, and sifting through files. He smiled when he looked up at the clock, "11:11, must be my lucky day!" he said to himself. He shut his eyes tightly and wished with all his might that Cordelia, the object of his undivided, total and complete devotion, would someday look to him as more than a friend. the handsome Irishman added, as an afterthought. He opened his eyes and it was 11:12. Doyle thought. He turned back around and picked the extremely heavy box up off Cordelia's desk. "Oh, boy, I'd better get paid extra for doin' this," he complained, though he kept working diligently. At 11:54, Cordelia pulled to a stop outside ‘Angel Investigations', the 8th track of her Christina Aguilera CD blaring. [What I'm lookin' for, is someone to love me more, than I've been loved before with love so right.......] She turned the engine off and looked at the front door of the building she was about to enter. She took a deep breath and got out of the car. She walked around the front to the door, trying to ignore the massive amount of angry butterflies in her stomach. She was surprised by how much she was shaking as she opened the door. she thought. She tried to tell herself, but she knew that this was not just a guy, this was the guy. She walked into the office and found Doyle's back to her. She thought as his shoulder muscles rippled. He turned around with some files in his hands. "Hey Princess. Wow, you look......" he was actually speechless at the sight of her. He thought as he paused to look at all of her. "Breathtaking." He said, almost a whisper, in his luxurious, accented voice. Cordelia thought as she blushed and said simply, "Thank you Doyle." They were both surprised by how many emotions came out in those three words: happiness, nervousness, kindness, modesty, and the most shocking to both, love. "So...... you ready to go?" "Oh yeah, I was just finishing up!" Doyle said as he stuffed several ‘C' files into the ‘J' drawer. Cordelia smiled at this and hooked her arm with his when he came to stand beside her. "Shall we go?" Doyle asked, like a gentleman. "We shall," was Cordelia's response, accompanied by a big, bright smile. They stared into each other's eyes as they walked out of the building, to Cordelia's car. Doyle got in the passenger's side, while Cordy walked around to the driver's side. As Cordelia turned the car on, the CD she had been listening to started playing again. [When you put your hands on me...OOO ,OHH...] Cordelia blushed as Doyle smiled. "Do you want to listen to something else?" Cordelia asked. "Oh, no. This is just fine." Doyle said with a sly grin. Cordy rolled her eyes, "Whatever" she said, also with a grin. She put her foot to the gas and off they went, screeching tires and all. 20 minutes later they came to a halt outside ‘Bennigan's Irish Pub and Grill'. "I've always loved this place, I used to eat here every time we came to L.A. And now I have my very own little Irishman to come here with!" Cordelia squealed happily. Doyle was still reeling from being "her very own" little Irishman when Cordelia got out of the car and, tired of waiting, knocked on his window. "Oh, hey, yeah, I was, uh, just thinkin'." Doyle slightly stuttered as he opened the door and got out, looking into his Cordy's eyes. "Okay, well, let's go," Cordelia said nicely as she looked into Doyle's eyes. "Okay Princess." Doyle replied. They walked into the casual restaurant and were seated in a matter of minutes. When their waitress came, a tall, beautiful, blond young woman, Cordelia was afraid Doyle's eyes would pop out of his head. But he didn't even seem to notice the girl's beauty, he just ordered and looked back to Cordelia. Cordelia thought. The waitress, who just happened to be sweet, too, told Cordelia and Doyle that their orders would be filled shortly. After they had ordered, they just sat in silence, simply enjoying the presence of the other. Then, all of a sudden, Doyle slowly lifted a hand, reached across the table, and touched Cordelia's shoulder. Cordelia thought in that instant. Then he slid her swim suit strap back under her tank top and said, with a seductive smile, "Hot pink, eh'? Pretty provocative, Princess." "Oh," Cordelia breathed, looking down at her shoulder. "It's a swim suit, for when we go....." she paused, "uh oh, I never actually asked you, did I?" At Doyle's questioning glance, Cordelia continued, "I had this great idea that we should go swimming today, and I was gonna ask you about it, but I kinda forgot. So..... do you wanna go swimming?" Doyle smiled at his Princess and replied, "I'd love t', but I, unlike you, am not currently wearin' a swim suit." "Oh that's okay, we can just swing by your place and pick one up. Is that okay?" She asked. "Sure Cordy, that's fine." Just then their food arrived. They started to eat and make idle chit-chat, when they both caught the chorus of the Eve 6 song, "Inside Out." [I will swallow my pride I will choke on the rinds for the lack there of will leave me empty inside, I will swallow my doubt, turn it inside out, find nothing but faith in nothing, wanna put my tender heart in a blender, watch it spin around to a beautiful oblivion. Rendevous and I'm through.......with.....you.] Cordelia and Doyle looked up from their plates, they both smiled lopsided grins. About an hour later, the "Cordy mobile" drove up in front of Doyle's apartment building, and came to a screeching stop. "Good Lord, Princess, I've never been so scared for my life before!" Doyle said as he tried to release the death grip he had on the door handle. "Well, you're just gonna have to get used to it, aren't you?" was Cordelia's response. He looked over at her and quietly added, "I guess I will." He got out of the car, and he and Cordelia walked up to his apartment. As they entered, Doyle headed for the bedroom, saying, "You can just sit down on th' couch if ya want. I'll only be a minute." He left the room and Cordelia didn't take him up on his offer, instead, she walked around his livingroom, looking at the things on the wall, the tables, the desk. Doyle fascinated her. She had never known someone who could be completely perverse one minute, and a perfect gentleman the next. He was so unique, so sweet, and he seemed to genuinely like her. It was too good to be true. Cordelia squealed inside her head, thinking back to the information he had revealed to her the week before. She smiled sadly as she thought of how scared he was to tell her. He was afraid she would reject him and never speak to, or look at, him again. She shuddered at why he thought that; she was always so mean to him, but she was just trying to protect herself. She didn't know if he was a sleaze, or an actual nice guy. She knew now, and it was time to repay Doyle for hanging in there, through thick and thin. {Insert evil cackle again} "Okay Princess, I'm ready," Doyle said as he reappeared in the doorway, apparently with swim trunks now under his jeans. "Let's go." Cordelia said as she headed for the door. Doyle stepped in front of her and opened the door for her. "What a gentleman." Cordy praised before placing a sweet, soft kiss on the spot just to the side of his lips. Doyle beamed, and Cordelia could have sworn she saw him blush, as he said quietly, "Anything for you, Princess." "Promise?" She said seductively, flirting like crazy. Doyle could do nothing but smile. Cordelia took his hand and they left the apartment. As they walked down the stairs, fingers entwined, Doyle asked Cordy where they were going to swim. "Oh, well, my aunt, who lives in L.A., told me everyone should be able to swim this summer, ‘cause of the heat, and she also said that no Chase will ever have to swim in a public pool, so she gave me this two year membership to this really haughty swim club. I've been a couple of times, but I figured it'd be more fun if I had someone to go with." She smiled at Doyle, who was looking a little peeked. "You okay?" She asked, a little worried. "Oh, yeah, I'm just thinkin'. So, there are gonna be a lot of young, rich, beautiful people there, huh?" Doyle said, his insecurities showing through in his voice. "Actually, it's mostly old, yucky people who swim there. And as for "beautiful people" are concerned, I'm pretty sure you fall into that category." She said, smiling. He let out a laugh and looked her in the eyes, his pure, true love for her gleaming like a shining star. Cordelia returned the look, and she was glad, with all her heart, that she could put his worries aside. They got to the car and Doyle ran around to the driver's side and opened Cordelia's door for her. She got in and rolled down the window. Doyle rested his arms on the door and asked, "So, does that earn another kiss, or what?" He poked his head through the window and was rewarded with another kiss from his beloved, this time on the lips, this time it lasted for longer. In fact, it lasted for quite a while. It was broken only when an impatient driver honked his horn, ready for the idiot standing in the middle of the street to stop kissing his girlfriend and move to the side. "Oh, yeah, like you've never been caught up in a moment! I'll have you know that I have no intention of moving until I finish what I'm doin'!" Doyle yelled at the driver of the car in front of him. When the car proceeded forward anyway, Doyle jumped aside, adding, "Well, if you're goin' t' be rude about it...." Doyle walked around the car and got in the passenger's side. "Can you believe that guy?! Interruptin' a perfectly beautiful moment between two people, I........." Doyle never got finish fuming, he was cut short by Cordelia's tongue invading his mouth. They sat in the car for another 10 minutes, wrapping up what they had started in the street. When they finally managed to disentangle themselves, Cordelia crawled out of Doyle's lap, started the car, and sped away to the swim club. 20 minutes after their impromptu make out session, Cordelia and Doyle had calmed down, somewhat, and were now at the front desk of Cordelia's swim club, signing in. After they were done with that, they headed out to the pool area. It was now around 2:00 in the afternoon, and still quite hot. Cordelia's skin was practically feverish, so she wasted no time removing her clothes. Doyle just watched in awe as his mind converted the current situation to slow-motion. Cordelia started by taking off her sunglasses, then she pulled her tight black tank top over her head, revealing her firm, flat stomach, and her large breasts that seemed to be overflowing from her skimpy bikini top. Doyle's brain completely shut down all functions as she started to unbutton her tiny, skintight jean short cut-offs, showing an unbelievably little bikini bottom. Doyle sucked in a breath, and dared to follow Cordelia's rapidly descenting hands, where he found her long, shapely legs. Doyle thought as other parts of his body, besides his brain, had reactions to his Princess's exquisitely shaped body. he thought. Cordy looked up, when she had removed her shorts, and found Doyle staring dumfoundedly at her. "What?" She asked sweetly, starting to smile. "Remember, earlier, when I told you that you looked breathtaking?" Doyle got out, with a little trouble. "Yeah. That was sweet." Cordelia said, thinking back to how their day together had started. "Well, it was also a major understatement." Doyle said honestly, meeting Cordy's gaze, as she grinned ear-to-ear. She walked over to her sweet Irishman, who was sitting down, and felt him tense. "Thank you.....again." She said slowly, as she bent down and gave him the sweetest, tenderest kiss imaginable. He met it with equal tenderness. "So, are you gonna just sit there all day in your clothes, or are you gonna get up and come jump in the pool with me?" She asked as they broke the kiss. He didn't respond with words, he just got up and stripped to his swim shorts, careful not to stand up all the way, because his "body" still hadn't calmed down. "Put sun screen on me?" Cordy asked sweetly, as she sat on a lounge chair in front of Doyle. "Sure," was Doyle's simple response, as he sat down behind Cordelia and started to squeeze the lotion out in his hand. "Uh, Cor, did you know this stuff's blue?" He asked, a little confused as to why anyone would want to cover their skin in dark blue lotion. "Yeah, Doyle, it's supposed to be like that." Cordelia laughed. "See, when you rub it in, it fades and eventually dissapears. This way, you know if you miss any spots." Cordy explained as she demonstrated on her hand. "Also, it's fun to write with! Here, I'll do you first." Cordy offered, getting up and sitting down again, this time behind Doyle on the lounge chair. Doyle was still doting on the fact that the words "I'll do you" had just come out of his Princess's precious little mouth. He closed his eyes as she squeezed some sun screen out in her hand. Just then, the song "Universe" by Savage Garden started to play over the pool speakers. [Well I'd like to take you as I find you, imagine our clothes are on the floor. Feel my caress, so soft and gentle, so delicate you cry for more.] Cordelia slowly and gently smoothed the lotion over his broad, muscular shoulders; his strong, agile back; his tan, tapered waist. She was lost in the motions when she heard Doyle slightly moan in the back of his throat. She knew just how he felt. With her finger, she wrote on his back, I Love You. When she was done, Doyle opened his eyes and asked, "So, what'd you write?" "Oh, nothin'. Just the way I feel about you, Allen Francis Doyle," was her teasing reply. Now he was intrigued. Doyle craned his neck, looking over his shoulder, trying to see what Cordelia had written on him. He had to see! But it was no use, she had written it too far down. He sighed angrily as he turned his head back around, trying to pretend he was mad at Cordelia, but when she pressed her chest against his back and placed a gentle kiss on his neck before tugging at his ear lobe, his body screamed a somewhat different emotion towards her. "My turn," she whispered huskily into his ear. He managed a small squeak, then took the sun screen from his lovely Cordy. She crawled around him, to sit practically in his lap. He moaned as she squirmed around. Doyle was horrified at that thought. He didn't know what he would do if Cordelia shunned him. Little did he know, there was absolutely no chance of that. Ever. Cordelia did feel Doyle's, well, let's call it, his happy. She didn't mind, in fact, it made her feel special that she could do this to a man, without even trying. She snickered in her head. She heard him moan and she turned around to face him, still in his lap. "Something wrong?" She asked innocently. Doyle just shook his head, looking down. She couldn't imagine why he would be, this was a good thing. A very good thing. But, nevertheless, he was. "Excited?" Cordelia asked simply, not beating around the bush, she never had seen the point in that. "Cordelia, I'm sorry," he tried to say. "I, I just, you're so beautiful, and I, there's no excuse for this," he said finally, letting out a heavy breath, giving up on explaining. Cordelia just smiled. God, she loved him! She couldn't even believe it, but she did, more than anything. "Are you done?" she asked when he finished babbling. He nodded slowly, still looking down. "Good," was all she said before she pushed him back, so that he was lying down, on the lounge chair. She kissed him, hard and deep, making it perfectly clear that he had done nothing wrong in her opinion. Turns out, Doyle liked Cordelia's method of reassurance, so she kept reassuring him... for another 20 minutes. At this time, a kind-hearted old lady came up to the two lovebirds and tapped Cordelia on the shoulder. "Dears, I know it's not my place, but that grouchy old man over there wants to go tell club security about you two." the woman said as she pointed to a strange-looking old man. "I just wanted to tell you, but I don't think you have to stop kissing any time soon, it'll take him half a hour just to get over there." The lady said with a smile. Doyle and Cordelia smiled back and thanked the sweet woman. As she walked away, Cordelia rose from her position on top of Doyle. "I guess we should swim now?" Doyle said, a little disappointed. "You have to write on my back first," Cordy insisted. She sat up again in front of Doyle, as he squirted a blob of blue sun screen onto his Princess's back. "Doyle!" Cordelia whined. "Don't worry, I know what I'm doin'," Doyle said from behind her. She didn't argue. He proceeded to spread the lotion over her shoulders, taking her top straps down as he went. He put the blue cream all over her arms, blending it in as her went. She let out a whimper as he took some and rubbed it onto her stomach, and she completely ran out of breath when he moved his hands lower to smooth the lotion onto her thighs. She let out a contented sigh as his strong, gentle arms cradled her lovingly, while his hands worked their magic on her legs. She leaned back into him and he placed a soft, hot kiss on her neck. Her skin was flushed, all over, and she knew that he could hear her heart beating a million miles an hour. When she thought that she wouldn't be able to take it for one more second, he removed his hands from her thighs, going back up to her back. He put some more lotion on her lower back, not quite rubbing it in completely, and wrote with one of his fingers, I Love You Princess. "All done! Let's go get in th' pool!" Doyle suggested quickly. If he couldn't know what was written on his back, she couldn't know, either. Surprisingly, this didn't bother Cordy. She knew what he was doing, and she also knew that she could just get it out of him later. "Last one in's a rotten egg!" She screamed childishly as she bolted from her spot in Doyle's lap. Doyle wasn't far behind, and they ended up hitting the water at the same time, Cordelia diving like a graceful Olympic swimmer, and Doyle doing a cannon ball to drown out the city. A perfect example of how different they were, yet how nicely they complimented each other. They played in the water together, having splash fights, jumping contests, races, water volley ball, and everything else imaginable, for another 3 hours. Then they got out to sit and watch the sun set and talk. Cordelia never got to use her tattoos or her nail polish, but she had a pretty great time, anyway. When the sun had set, Cordelia and Doyle drove back to her apartment. They were the picture of young love, walking up the stairs hand-in-hand, kissing every few steps, whispering sweet-nothings in each other's ears. When they got to Cordy's apartment, she invited Doyle in. They made coffee, sat on the couch together, and talked about everything; they watched an old romantic movie, sharing in the joy of love; they even danced; Cordelia put her favorite CD into the stereo and, as the music filled the air around the two, so much in love, they knew how lucky they were to have found each other. As the music slowed, Cordelia put her head on Doyle's shoulder. He then topped all previous gentlemanly acts by lifting her in his arms, bride-groom style, and carrying her off to the bedroom. [When I think how life used to be, always walking in the shadows, then I look at what you've given me, I feel like dancing on my tiptoes. I must say, everyday I wake, and realize your by my side, I know I'm truly Blessed, for everything you give me; Blessed, for all the tenderness you show; I'll do my best, with every breath that's in me; Blessed, to make sure you never go. Deep inside of me, you fill me with your gentle touch; you know I'm truly Blessed......] As the bedroom door shut behind them, the moon shone, the stars twinkled, and all was right in the world. The End