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A Playful Kiss (Angel; Angel/Cordy; G)
Title: "A Playful Kiss"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: G
Summary:
Warnings: Het, Drabble
Word Count: 100
Date Written: 16 July, 2012
Challenge: For one of my 100 Drabbles of Summer with the Charloft LJ comm
Disclaimer: Cordelia Chase, Angel, and all other characters mentioned within are © & TM Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy, not the author; are used without permission; and may not be used without permission. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
As he followed her scent, which he'd always loved, Angel wondered how he was going to apologize. Why was it, whenever things started going well between them, he managed to screw things up? He loved Cordelia and wanted her to be happy but instead kept making her sad.
He found her, of all places, on a slide in a playground. "What are you doing?"
"Being as mature as you." He stood before her as she slid to a stop.
"I'm sorry," he started and stopped when she rolled her eyes.
"Oh, just shut up and kiss me, Dead Boy." He did.
The End
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: G
Summary:
Warnings: Het, Drabble
Word Count: 100
Date Written: 16 July, 2012
Challenge: For one of my 100 Drabbles of Summer with the Charloft LJ comm
Disclaimer: Cordelia Chase, Angel, and all other characters mentioned within are © & TM Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy, not the author; are used without permission; and may not be used without permission. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
As he followed her scent, which he'd always loved, Angel wondered how he was going to apologize. Why was it, whenever things started going well between them, he managed to screw things up? He loved Cordelia and wanted her to be happy but instead kept making her sad.
He found her, of all places, on a slide in a playground. "What are you doing?"
"Being as mature as you." He stood before her as she slid to a stop.
"I'm sorry," he started and stopped when she rolled her eyes.
"Oh, just shut up and kiss me, Dead Boy." He did.
The End
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