Cordelia could still feel the incredible sensation of her orgasm shuddering through her body. She couldn't believe she and Angel had just gotten off as he told her a fantasy. All right, it helped that the fantasy had been about her, and that he had reenacted it, no holds barred.

She couldn't remember the last time she was this turned on. And it was all because of her best friend.

She snuggled closer to him, resting her head against his throat, feeling his chin come to rest on top of her head. She smiled breathing in the scent that was uniquely him, sandalwood and sex she'd called it.

She felt herself blush as she realized that the large amount of alcohol she'd consumed earlier was part of the reason she'd been so frank… but she couldn't regret the outcome. Besides, the buzz she was on right now from pure ecstasy sure beat any alcoholic induced one.

Either way, she'd finally gotten to him, getting him to tell her a fantasy. Oh, and what a fantasy it had been! She could still hear his dark, dangerous voice as he described what he was doing to her… and then what she was doing to him.

She still couldn't think straight as she remembered the explosive high Angel had given her, with nothing more than his fingers, his kisses and his sensual words. She shivered, smiling as she felt his arms wrap around her tightly, enfolding her against his body.

"So…are you ready to hear one of my fantasies?" she asked quietly, hearing him groan softly against her head.

"I'm ready for anything Cordelia… but I do have one request," he said gently pulling back so he could meet her gaze. She smiled up at him, seeing the desire still lingering in his eyes. They might not actually be able to complete the act… but they could sure as hell find other ways to give the other total pleasure.

"What's that?" she asked, planting a string of kisses along his jaw.

"Let's move this to the bedroom, I don't think my back can stand to do this again on the couch," he whispered, leaning down to kiss her quickly.

She smiled and nodded wrapping her arms around his neck as he rose, lifting her in his arms.

"That's fine with me… my fantasy actually starts out that way," she whispered against his ear, feeling his body jolt at the sensation of her warm breath against his cool skin. She loved knowing she could do this to him, and decided to revel in it while she could.

"I'm sitting on the couch waiting for you to come home one night. I've been reading a book on female erotica and am extremely turned on by the time you slip in the front door. Before you can do more than throw off your coat, I launch myself at you, feeling your arms wrap around me as I reach up and pull you down into a hard, hot kiss.

We kiss for what seems like forever, your tongue tangling with mine, your hands running up and down my back, pulling me harder against you. I begin unbuttoning your shirt, desperate to get to your skin, to feel your coolness against my burning body. You groan and help me, tossing the shirt away as it clears your head. Then your hands start working on the straps of my tank top. Before I can do more than lift my arms, you pull the offending garment up and off my body.

I cry out as our bare chests rub against each other, my nipples hardening as they brush against your skin, and I hear you groan at the contact. Your hands reach for my breasts and begin stroking them. I take your head and push your mouth towards them and you comply immediately. I cry out as you suckle my breasts, nipping every now and then with your teeth, making me moan at the sensations shooting through my body."

Cordelia came back to herself, realizing they were doing exactly that. Angel was holding her, his mouth nuzzling her breasts, as she held him there. They hadn't reached the bedroom yet, but Cordelia wasn't worried. This felt way too good, and she hadn't even gotten to the good part of her fantasy.

"Before I can do more than moan, you sweep me up into your arms, and I wrap my legs around your waist. The move presses my center directly over your cock, and I cry out as you arch against me, your kisses becoming more and more desperate. You move us towards the bedroom, but each step presses us harder together, and we both know there's no way we'll make it to the bed.

Before I can stop myself, I reach down and manage to find your zipper. With careful deliberation, I slip it down, and manage to cup your cock in my hand. It's cool against my warmth, and all I can think about is you… deep inside me, making me scream. I begin to stroke you, feeling you shudder against me as your mouth takes mine in a ravenous kiss.

I'm suddenly the one crying out as your fingers slip inside the waistband of my pants, and thrust two fingers deep into my body. The shock of cold against heat nearly tears me apart and I arch frantically against your hand, crying out your name as you continue to increase your pace."

Cordelia was breathing heavily now and could barely form words. Her hands had somehow found their way to Angel's pants and were now stroking him through the material, cupping him exactly as she had just described. Angel's free hand slipped between her legs and he stroked her center again, in time to her words. She arched against him, moaning softly as he continued his assault, his lips planting kisses along her neck and all over her face.

He was still holding her, her weight seeming not to be a problem. She didn't care… all she wanted was more of him.

"The next thing I feel is my back hitting the wall and you, rubbing hard against me. Even though you're free and I'm still clothed, the feeling of your fingers, inside me, and the feeling of your cock rubbing against me through the material nearly sends me into orbit.

I beg you to take me, to move faster, to make me come… I'm screaming now, begging you to take me, screaming for you to take me…"

She was panting heavily now, and lost her breath as her back hit the wall. Well, at least Angel was paying attention. He was thrusting himself against her and she was arching back. She could tell she was close to the edge and increased her pace, bringing him along with her.

"Angel… please… now…" she managed to cry, feeling him thrust his fingers deep inside her once more, while his lower body pinned her to the wall, dry humping her again and again. Her hands continued to stroke him, feeling him tighten and swell. She knew they were both reaching the edge.

"Now!" she cried out, feeling her body splinter into a thousand pieces, hearing her cry mingle with his as he exploded against her. She didn't even notice when his face changed, and cried out again at the pure ecstasy she felt as he gently drank from her.

Brilliant colors and lights sparkled behind her eyes as she felt the most glorious senses of fulfillment and release flood her body. She wondered if she'd passed out for a moment, and when everything became clear again, she found herself lying in Angel's bed.

Had it all been a dream?

No. He was right there next to her, smiling into her eyes. She was lying next to him, his hands gently framing her face and stroking her cheeks.

"Wow. I guess we both have a pretty active fantasy life," she said with one of her rare, completely happy smiles.

"I guess we do… and there's lots more where that came from," he replied with a twinkle in his eyes.

She smiled happily as he pulled her against him. She snuggled down, feeling, for the first time, like she'd come home. She knew there would be problems, plenty of obstacles for them to overcome. But she knew they could do it, together.

But then again, like Scarlett O'Hara… she'd worry about that tomorrow. Tonight, she was simply enjoying being with Angel. Things would work out… because after all…

"Angel?"

"Hummmm?"

"I love you."

A pause.

"I love you too Delia."

She smiled as she felt him pull her closer, content for now to bask in the afterglow and fall asleep in her Angel's arms.

After all, she had plenty more fantasies she couldn't wait to turn into reality.