__A Dreamtime Odyssey__
By Andrea
"I'm so exhausted!" Cordelia exclaimed as she kicked
off her shoes and pulled back the comforter. Slipping
into bed, she reached over to ser her alarm before
slinking down.
Pulling the covers up to her chin, she mumbled, "If I
ruin any more clothes because of this job, then I
swear I'm gonna force Angel to set up a wardrobe
pension fund."
And with that thought, she closed her eyes and drifted
off to sleep.
**********
"Where am I?" Cordelia asked, turning around in a
circle. She was in what seemed to be a hotel lobby. An
old 1930s style lobby. The one that would have been a
haven for the old-Hollywood acting community. She
could picture handsome rugged stars like Cary Grant
standing by the elevator with a young blond starlet
proudly displayed on his arm.
"Wait a minute." she said, turning around a few more
times. "I've seen this before. Oh..I know! The
Roosevelt Hotel!"
The Roosevelt Hotel.
She couldn't believe that she was actually here. She'd
heard all about this hotel, the myths and rumors
associated with the Roosevelt were infamous. And so
were the people who stayed here. Marilyn Monroe, Cary
Grant, Harry Houdini...they even staged the first
Oscars here.
"It looks like it hasn't changed since then." she
commented, noticing the velvet chaise couches with the
oil lamps hanging high in the sky.
Walking deeper into the lobby, she noticed that she
was having a difficult time moving. She glanced down
and gasped. She was wearing the most exquisite dress
she'd ever seen. Even more exquisite than some of the
Versaces her mother had worn, before the unfortunate
incident that is.
The dress was a mother-of-pearl color, with tiny
sequins adorning the entire dress. It was sleeveless,
with plunging neckline that showcased her cleavage
nicely. 'Thank God for the Wonder Bra.' she thought to
herself as she ran her hand down the bodice.
The dress's specialness didn't end there. She turned
her head slightly to notice that in the back, a long
slit ran up the middle of her dress, ending just above
her knees. Leaving both nothing and everything to the
imagination.
"Okay. Now, I'm confused." Cordelia said, looking down
at her attire then back to the room. "I had better be
dreaming or else I'm going to be taking a one-way trip
to the funny farm."
Just now realizing that no one else was in sight, she
idly wondered where everyone was. 'Great. Alone, in a
deserted lobby...now, tell me how many horror-chick
movies start out this way.', she mused, as she
continued through the vast lobby, her eyes peeled for
any sign of life.
Coming up to a corridor, Cordelia saw two huge
mahogany doors on her left. Curious, she went over and
yanked them open, almost falling over from the force.
"Hello, Midas!" she exclaimed as she stepped inside.
Standing before her was one of the most beautiful
ballrooms she'd ever seen. It was gold with a black
motif accenting the room. The walls were dark with
wrought iron lamps painted gold to match the huge
vases of flowers heaped in the corners.
Clusters and clusters of tables were situated around
the room, the gold tablecloths matching perfectly with
the dark chairs outlined in gold.
Cordelia stepped even further inside, the click-clack
of her high heels the only sound in the room. Tilting
her head up, she noticed the lavish chandeliers
hanging from the ceiling. The jewels sparkled like
stars in the universe and she knew that they had to be
the real deal. If there was one thing Cherie Chase had
taught her, it was to spot a real diamond a hundred
miles away. And this was the real thing.
'Well, at least Mom was good for something,' she
thought wirily.
As she progressed further, Cordelia's instincts kicked
in. She wasn't alone. If there was one thing she
learned from Mr.Sulky, it was a sixth sense.
"Hey!" she yelled. "Who's there?"
As a response, the lights went off, leaving her in
total darkness. "What the..?" she exclaimed, as the
chandelier lit up again, the only one being the exact
one she just happened to be standing under.
"Don't move." A deep voice bellowed from somewhere in
the back of the room. 'A man's voice?' she mused.
"Hey, look Mr. 'Too Scared to Make Yourself Known'.I
do not take.." Cordelia barked, before the lights went
out again, the room encloaked in total darkness again.
"Uhh.."
After what seemed like an eternity, the chandeliers on
the outer edges of the room came on, casting a moonlit
glow over the room.
And this time, much to Cordelia's chagrin, she wasn't
standing by herself.
She could feel a warm breath on the back of her neck,
blowing softly causing the hairs to sway slightly.
From the breath, she instinctively knew that he was
tall and solid, the angle of his breath on her neck
helping her out.
Before she could say anything, a pair of strong hands
clamped down on her shoulders, holding her in place."I
said don't move, Cordelia," he whispered in her ear,
causing her to involuntarily shiver.
"How did you know my name?"
"That's not important." he drawled, his lips lightly
touching her ear.
Even though this man was a stranger, she was
enthralled to say the least."Now, listen..." she
trailed off as his lips caressed her skin lightly
before darting out his tongue to tease her earring.
His lips moved their way down her neck to her shoulder
before lightly tracing her collarbone.
Cordelia involuntarily tilted her head back, allowing
him even more access to her skin. The feel of his lips
was causing her to have spine-tingling shivers that
left her wanting more. She was on fire,his touch
alighting flames of desire in her. She momentarily
forgot where she was, who she was, and more
importantly who this man was and gave herself
completely to him.
Pulling away from her, he gently turned her around to
face him. Before Cordelia had time to process what was
happening, he crushed his lips to hers, his mouth
taking possession. Sucking and biting, he urgently
coaxed her mouth open and Cordelai could do nothing
but comply.
Opening her mouth slightly, his tongue invaded
instantly, tangling with hers heatedly, claiming his
territory.
She'd never been kissed like this before. Not even
Xander on a good day, could make her body quiver and
shake like this man's kiss. She felt his tongue swipe
the roof of her mouth and she moaned, wrapping her
arms around him.
She felt his strong arms answer back, pulling her
flush against him, feeling the heat and hardness of
his body pressed against her.
Determined to drive him to the brink as he had
succeeded to do with her, Cordelia dug her hands into
his hair, yanking him down to deepen the kiss even
more. Her nails lightly scratched his head, causing
him to tremble slightly.
She smiled to herself. If there was one thing Cordelia
Chase knew how to do, and do well, was kiss. She
wasn't just being overconfident, she was telling the
truth. Why else was she able to date seniors when she
was only just a freshman?
Deciding to up her ante a bit, Cordelia lightly,
teasingly ran her tongue across his teeth before
pulling it back into her mouth, knowing full well that
he had to follow her, if he wanted to continue the
kiss.
And she was right.
He moaned as she teased him, her tongue darting around
his, playing a game of tag with her tongue. He pulled
her closer, if that was even possible, and ran one
hand down her back to rest possessively on her behind.
While the other grasped her head, allowing him to be
in control once again.
She shivered, wondering again how she'd lost the upper
hand. Not truly caring, she let herself go, succumbing
once again to the passion of his kiss.
Needing air, he pulled back, his breath coming in
short gasps, his chest heaving from the heated union.
He noticed her flush face and equally shortness of
breath and grinned.
"Cordelia.", he whispered, his voice like molasses,
his arms gently holding her now.
"Hmmmm?" she answered, huskily.
Regaining her senses for a moment, she blinked a few
times, her eyes adjusting to the semi-darkness of the
room. She found herself staring into the most intense
green eyes she'd ever seen. They were dark jade, lust
and desire reflected in there. She'd never seen eyes
like that before.
Wait a minute.
She knew those eyes.
She'd seen them almost every day for the past three
years but never before realized how truly mesmerizing
they could be.
Clearing her throat, Cordelia asked in a whisper,
"Giles, is that you?"
He nodded, a grin lighting up his face. He leaned in,
planting a hard, quick kiss on her lips before
breaking away. "Surprised?" he asked," Didn't expect
the tweedy tact guy, did you?"
She shook her head, her mind still trying to process
that this was Giles. No longer the tweed-clad
librarian she'd remembered, but more like a cross
between James Bond and the Taster's Choice guy. Except
ten times sexier.
He was dressed all in black, his suit made of silk,
which rubbed enticingly against the sequins of her
dress. It molded nicely to him, allowing her to see
the firmness and subtleness of muscle on his body.
He was gorgeous.
"Why weren't you like this in High School?", she asked
aloud, her arms still around his neck playing with his
earring.
"How do you know I wasn't?" Giles asked, a serious
tone to his voice.
Noting the seriousness of his voice, Cordelia replied
regretfully, "I guess I didn't look hard enough." She
gazed at him for a brief moment, before flashing him a
sincere smile. "But, I'm looking now."
"And what do you see?"
She studied him a bit, her eyes sweeping across his
face, taking him all in. Tightening her arms even
more, she pressed herself closer, feeling his heat and
hers combining beautifully.
"You.", she answered simply but without elaboration.
There was no need for it, both of them knowing what
she was saying was truth.
In response, Giles tightened his hold on her and
captured her lips once more, kissing her as
passionately and as tenderly as before.
'Hmmm...Giles..', she thought happily, her arms
embracing him even more.
Suddenly, he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, and
she groaned deeply. Her last thoughts slipping away as
she surrendered herself to his kiss....
*******
BRRRIINNGGG!!!!!!!
Cordelia groaned and reached over to turn her alarm
off. Sitting up, she sleepily rubbed her eyes,
mentally cursing the alarm for interrupting one of the
most erotic dreams she'd ever had.
And it was about Giles, nonetheless.
Drawing her knees up, Cordelia said aloud, "Giles and
I kissing....", she trailed off, the sensuous dream
coming back to her in full force. It was as
electrifying and as nerve ending as before; her body
shivering at the memory.
Throwing back the covers hurriedly, she jumped out of
bed and started to pace her room, searching.
"Now, what did I do with his number?"
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