__Take a Ride__
By Ashley
"Fabulous." Angel sighed, as he stared at the piece
of paper in his hand. He knew the detective/demon
hunter business wasn't going to be easy when he got
into it, but this sucked.
"Why the sarcasm? More slimey, heart eating demons?
I mean, more than we have now?" Cordelia cheerfully
asked.
Angel shook his head. "Not quite. I have two
addresses for where they may be - and only an hour
before their ritual eating. Plus, their on the other
side of town. Of each other."
Wesley stepped out of the shadows. "Then we split
up. Cordelia and I will take one address, you take the
other. It can be done quickly and efficiently.
Agreed?"
"Yeah," Cordy piped up. "And we'll bring the cell
phone, in case of trouble."
Angel looked at his employees. The last thing he
wanted to do was get them killed, but there really was
no time to hit both places. He trusted Wesley and
Cordy, but....
"C'mon, Angel." Cordelia whined. "I've been taking
kickboxing. I can protect Wesley." She grinned.
Wesley sputter, taken aback. "Excuse me? I am
perfectly capable of handling myself against whatever
we may encounter, evil or otherwise. *I"ll* protect
*you*."
Cordelia was about to argue, when Angel interrupted.
"Fine. Just be careful."
Wesley smiled smugly.
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"Uh, one problem, Mr. Macho-chauvenist." Cordelia
said to Wesley as they left the office. "If Angel
takes the Batmobile, how are *we* going to get
anywhere?"
Wesley smiled broadly. This was turning into a good
night. "Not a problem." He led her behind the office
to a small storage building. Unlocking the large door,
he motioned to Cordelia. "After you..."
Curious, Cordy entered. She gasped at what she saw.
Wesley's motorcycle gleamed in the moonlight. Shiney
and clean, it looked brand new, not like it had been
sitting in a garage for 3 months.
"Wesley!" She hit his arm. "I thought you got rid of
it!" She giggled. "This is so cool!"
Wesley just grinned. "We don't have much time. Get
on." Pulling on his leather jacket, he climbed on to
the machine.
Cordelia, though excited, nervously got on behind
him. She had never been on a motorcycle before.
They pulled on their helmets, as Wesley said, "Hold
on to me. I'll have to go fast if we want to get there
in time."
She loosely put her arms around his waist. This was
weird. All the guys in high school who had motorcycles
were labelled as 'bad' and 'rebels'. Though she never
liked the dirty look, Cordelia couldn't help but love
the wild mystique of a motorcycle guy.
Wesley gunned the engine, making Cordy jump, and
rode out of the garage. He sped down the street at
almost full speed, and Cordy screamed. She held on to
him as hard as she could, not caring about how
embarassed she would usually feel if she was this
close to Wesley.
He grinned as she tightened her grip. He had managed
to loosen up his body when she had unexpectantly
grabbed him, and just enjoy the fact the Cordelia
Chase was holding him.
Cordy's hair flew out behind her as they roared down
the street. God, the wind felt good. In fact, so did
Wesley. The leather was soft, and his back felt
strong. She ungrasped he hands, and spread them out
over his stomach. She felt his body go tense.
Pretending to be adjusting herself on the seat, she
ran her hands over his abs and chest. Wesley relaxed,
and smiled. This was *definately* a good night.
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