"Come on Angel… tell me your fantasies…"

The soft words sent a tremor through Angel's body as his arms tightened around Cordelia holding her against him. The alcohol she'd had earlier made her slightly uncoordinated, but who was he to deny how good she felt pressed against him?

And she wanted him to tell her a fantasy.

His fantasy.

Oh God.

"Please Angel… if you tell me yours, I'll tell you mine," she cajoled again, this time brushing her lips across his ear and wrapping her arms around his neck.

Angel closed his eyes as he felt her breath blow gently across his chin. His arms held her tightly against him, his hands stroking her back.

"Cordelia… you're drunk… we can't do this…" he tried to say, moaning softly as he felt her continue to plant little kisses along his jaw line.

"Of course we can… I may be drunk, but I know what I'm doing, I know what I want…and…" she trailed off seductively, bringing his eyes wide open with her next words. "I know I want you… I want to hear what you fantasize about when you're alone down here… all by yourself… with all the time in the world," she managed again, running her fingers through his hair, making him groan.

"Cordelia…" he tried again, hoping she'd hear the desperation in his voice and stop before they passed the point of no return.

"Angel…come here," she drawled slowly, pulling him deeper into her embrace. His mind was reeling, repeating all the reasons they shouldn't be doing this. But he lost his train of thought as she settled herself on his lap, wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her breasts against his chest.

"Angel… tell me your fantasies…" she whispered, softly kissing and nipping at his neck.

With a groan, he buried his nose in her hair, inhaling her scent, absorbing the feel of her. Could he really deny his feelings any longer?

For the past year, he'd been fighting them. She didn't deserve them, not from a vampire like himself and besides, he couldn't be with her, couldn't make love to her. Besides, it would be sacrilege to his beloved Buffy. But as the months passed, and he found himself seeing sides of Cordelia he'd never even realized existed, he'd started to let the past go. He'd always love Buffy in his own way, but he'd realized she wasn't the woman who could make him happy. And the feeling must have been mutual since she'd moved on with Riley. He'd known he was in trouble the day he realized he didn't feel as much pain over seeing Buffy and Riley together… as he did over seeing the jerk Cordelia was dating that week.

But, he couldn't love her…or be happy with her…or make love to her. Angelus and the curse had seen to that.

So he'd fallen for her a little more each day, but remained quiet, playing the best friend to the max. It was killing him, and tonight's little escapade wasn't helping. He was barely hanging onto his control.

Her whispered words finally broke him.

"Tell me what you dream," she whispered in a husky voice, planting a kiss on the corner of his mouth. His normally cold body was heating up fast… and he knew he couldn't hold out much longer.

"Cordelia…we have to stop…" he whispered one last time, nose still buried in her hair, eyes still closed, arms still wrapped tightly around her.

"No we don't… you can tell me anything… I just told you one of my deepest, darkest secrets, now it's your turn," she managed, finally pressing her lips against his, giving him a quick, sweet taste of what he imagined heaven must be like.

He groaned and gave in.

"You want to know what I dream Delia…" he whispered softly, feeling her snuggle against him, her lips brushing gently across his neck as she murmured an affirmative reply.

He closed his eyes and gave free reign to his fantasies.

"I dream that I'm alone, in my bed, the darkness is all around me. I can hear you moving around upstairs, the click of your heels against the floor letting me know exactly where you are, and what you're doing. I can see you, in one of your short little skirts and tank tops, watering that damn plant and working on your client speeches.

I can almost picture you, sitting on the desk, one long leg crossed over the other, slightly swinging with impatience as you try to figure out what to do next. I suddenly know I need to see you, to be with you. So I slip on a pair of pants and a shirt and stealthily sneak up the stairs. Once I make it into the office, I stand in the shadows, avoiding the sunlight, simply watching you, wanting you.

You jump when I sneak up behind you, grabbing you from behind and pulling you back against me. I bury my nose in your hair, absorbing your unique scent. I can feel your shock turn to arousal as you feel my cock pressed against your ass. You moan softly and pose some minor objection, but I ignore it, kissing the back of your neck, feeling you arch against my mouth even as you whimper that we shouldn't be doing this.

I don't care. All I can feel is you, in my arms, arching against me, your body rubbing against mine. I swiftly turn you around taking your lips with my own before you can say a word."

Angel paused, coming back to himself, realizing that he still held Cordelia pressed tightly against him, her mouth moving frantically across his neck.

"Tell me more…" she moaned, as he pulled her close and let himself get lost in the fantasy again.

"You dive into the kiss, meeting me head on, our lips moving back and forth as you thrust your tongue into my mouth. I can feel your tongue sliding around my fangs, and I want to warn you about them, but I lose that thought as I feel you arch hard against me. I drag my lips from yours, only to pull your tank top and bra off, my hands caressing your breasts as you moan and arch into me. You feel so warm against my cold skin, and I can't get enough of you. I lean down and take your nipple in my mouth, feeling you arch against me as I use my teeth to scrape lightly over the tip, feeling you harden inside my mouth.

You're nearly frantic now your nails raking down my back as you struggle to get my shirt off. I help you, though I never manage to lose contact with your skin. When we're both naked from the waist up, I sweep you into my arms and move us to your desk. I can feel you breathing heavily against my chest as you plant kisses there, driving me insane with little nips and nibbles.

You're the one who cries out then as I set you down. With a small moan, you open your legs and I press my cock against your center, making you scream and arch hard against me. You're so hot by now Delia… from wanting me. I manage to get your skirt hiked up around your waist, and find myself nearly going into shock as I realize you aren't wearing panties. The scent of your arousal is overpowering, and I can feel your heat and your wetness, dripping against my cold fingers.

Before I realize what I'm doing, I thrust two fingers into your body and in seconds, you're riding my hand like a bucking bronco. Your mouth is fused to mine as we continue to kiss each other frantically, my hand moving fast, then slow as I bring you closer to ecstasy."

Angel could barely speak by now, his breathing ragged, his body fully aroused. He hardened even more as he realized Corelia was mimicking his words, rubbing herself against him. Without realizing it, Angel found his hand slipping underneath her silky pajamas, groaning as he felt her heated flesh against his cool palm. She moaned and dragged his head down to hers bringing their lips together and kissing him as if he were water and she'd just emerged from a long trek through the desert.

He gave himself up to her kiss, mind and body more than willing to give into the magic he was spinning around them. He pulled her closer, hands moving between her legs, nearly growling as he found her hot and wet, and open to his fingers. He couldn't stop himself from reenacting the scene he'd just created, and with a quick thrust, had two fingers deep inside her body. He heard her cry out as she started moving against his hand. He felt himself nearly burst as she pulled away, dragging in air, whispering to him as she moved against him.

"Finish the fantasy Angel, I want to hear how it ends… do I come for you? Do you come for me?" she whispered against his ear, never stopping her movements.

Angel closed his eyes again and tried to concentrate, mind totally occupied with the here and now, and the woman moaning and panting on his lap.

"You moan against me, begging me to take you, begging me to make you come. You're nearly spread eagle across your desk your skirt hiked up around your waist, your nipples straining into tight hard peaks. Before I realize what you're doing, I feel your hands at my waist. All I can do is groan as your nimble hands work my zipper and free my straining flesh into your capable hands.

I can't stop the cry that emerges from the back of my throat as I struggle against the demon, but oh, how he wants to come out and play. To come out and make you scream in ecstasy like you never have before…"

He trailed off on a moan, realizing Cordelia had taken his words to heart and had somehow, during his ramblings, freed his cock and was stroking him with a hard, quick rhythm.

"Cordelia!" He cried out as she smiled against his throat.

"Finish your fantasy…" she commanded, her tone booking no argument.

He struggled to gather what little reason he had left.

"Before you're aware of it, I've pushed you back onto the desk, and with one quick thrust, bury my cock deep inside you. You scream as you feel me enter you… your hot little walls clamping down around me immediately. I've barely managed to absorb the feeling of finally being inside you, when you start to move.

Explosions seem to detonate throughout my body as I begin to thrust into you, over and over again. Our moves become more violent, faster, almost explosive as I pound into you and you meet my every thrust. I can feel your body tensing and I know exactly when you've reached the edge. I feel your inner muscles clench around my cock and I know the moment is now.

With one final thrust, I send you flying. Your scream echoes throughout the office as your nails rake down my back. With that, I feel myself exploding into you, the demon finally breaking through my restraints. I can't stop myself…"

He trailed off, brought back to reality by the body trembling in his arms. He was horrified for a moment, realizing his words must have frightened her. He opened his eyes, body in agony, not knowing what else to do.

"Delia… I'm sorry, I'm…"

"Don't stop now Angel! I'm almost there… please, make me come, let me fly… and fly with me," she moaned, hands quickening their movement on his cock, drawing his pleasure to nearly unbearable heights.

"God forgive me Delia… but let go… come for me," he moaned, thrusting his fingers deep into her body, twisting them at just the right angle to hit her sweet spot.

With a scream, he felt her body convulse around his fingers. She buried her face against his neck, moaning and sobbing against him as he felt her body shatter into pieces as he sent her flying.

He suddenly felt his own release as her hands clenched around him in reaction… and he cried out as he felt himself explode against her. He didn't know when his face had changed… all he could feel was the exquisite pleasure of orgasm… and the tight little hands cupped around him. And the scent of her blood pounding through her veins. He moaned as she shuddered, moving her head slightly back so her neck was revealed to him. With a gentleness he wasn't sure where from, he sank his teeth into her neck, shuddering hard as the bittersweet taste of her blood filled his mouth and trickled down his throat. He felt her body spasm into another orgasm from his action, and felt her cry out as she held him against her, crying and sobbing as the ecstasy took over.

A few moments later, he gently withdrew his fangs, kissing and laving the two small puncture wounds until they stopped bleeding. He felt an incredible sense of peace as he slowly drifted back to reality.

For a moment, he wondered if he was simply having his favorite fantasy. He had to be dreaming. There was no way he, Angel, had just told his best friend about his fantasies of her, much less acted them out.

He sighed as he opened his eyes, only to find his best friend, panting and shuddering against him. He slowly began to make sense of things, body starting to accept that maybe it hadn't been a dream. Any doubts he had were erased when he looked down and saw her staring up at him, her eyes shining brightly, lips swollen from his hard kisses.

"Now it's my turn to tell you a fantasy…" she whispered softly, and he felt his body leap to life again.

He'd been right at the start. It was going to be a long, interesting night.