(For a loose definition of "partner" anyway. A get together fic set in early season 3.)
Cordy and Angel went into the kitchen of the Hyperion to see what was available to eat. The others had either gone to bed or left for their homes, and after Cordy had helped Angel put down Connor for the night, he had offered to make Cordy a late dinner since she was still hanging around.
Angel didn’t consider himself much of a cook, but he could make a few simple and edible dishes. Cordy had mastered the art of popping waffles in the toaster, but anything more complicated might result in a small fire or the food being burned. As a result, Angel had ended up making more than a few breakfasts and dinners for Cordy even though he didn’t get any nutrition out of normal human food.
To be honest, Angel didn’t mind taking care of Cordy this way. In fact, he would gladly take care of her for the rest of his life. He hadn’t vocalized that feeling even once, or any of the more problematic feelings associated with that sentiment. Angel wasn’t sure if he could, but he felt content to take care of Cordelia for as long as she would let him.
Once they were in the kitchen, Cordelia immediately took a seat at the small, empty table. She slumped back in the chair and yawned.
“Tired?” Angel asked sympathetically.
Cordy glanced down at her watch. “Well, it is 1 a.m.”
“That’s late even for us. I’ll go see what we have.”
Angel looked through the fridge and cupboards and quickly figured out that he would need to do some grocery shopping soon. His supply of blood was fine, but there wasn’t very much for the humans who made use of his kitchen.
Angel returned to the counter. “We don’t have a lot. Your options are pretty much spaghetti or waffles.” He smiled to himself. “So I guess it depends on if you want a late dinner or an early breakfast.”
“Dinner sounds good.”
“Spaghetti it is, then.”
Angel got out the ingredients for spaghetti, a sauce pan, and a pot to boil water in. While he was doing all of that, Cordy turned on the small television in the room and changed the channel to the national news.
As Angel set up the water and heated up the pre-made marinara sauce, Cordy kept him company. She made several sarcastic comments about the news stories on TV, which made Angel chuckle. Eventually, the comments slowed down and then ceased entirely. In between stirring the sauce and adding the dried pasta to the pot, Angel glanced over at Cordy. He grinned fondly when he saw that she had fallen asleep. Her head was lying on top of her arms, and her mouth was slightly open as she snored. It wasn’t the most elegant Cordelia had ever been, but she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Angel turned away to focus on the food, humming as he worked.
It didn’t take long for Cordy’s spaghetti to be done. Angel drained the pasta before ladling it out onto a plate and pouring the sauce on top. He had grated parmesan, so he sprinkled some of that on top as well. He got out a fork and poured a glass of milk and then he set everything out on the table in front of her.
Angel gently shook Cordy’s shoulder to wake her up. She blinked her eyes open sleepily, and Angel smiled down at her. “Dinner’s ready.”
She straightened up. “Right, thanks.”
Angel left to go heat up a mug of blood for himself in the microwave. When he returned and sat down at the table across from her, Cordy had alright started in on her spaghetti.
“Mmm.” She swallowed the bite in her mouth, and licked her lips. “This is really good. Thank you.”
Angel shrugged humbly, hiding his pleased smile behind his mug. “I’m glad you like it.”
Cordy ate silently for a few minutes, and Angel sipped at his blood. But mostly, he occupied himself by watching her. Lately, Angel had found that he could stare at Cordelia all day long. He was fascinated by the way her hazel eyes glowed in the dim light, the way she carefully twirled noodles around her fork, the way she was smirking at him as she took a sip of milk… Wait a minute.
Cordy let out a light laugh. “You know, a long time ago, I would have been creeped out by someone watching me while I ate like this.”
Angel smirked. “Didn’t you want to be an actress? I’m just preparing you for the paparazzi.”
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FILL: Angel the series, Angel/Cordelia Chase, part 1/2
Date: 2017-11-28 07:18 pm (UTC)Cordy and Angel went into the kitchen of the Hyperion to see what was available to eat. The others had either gone to bed or left for their homes, and after Cordy had helped Angel put down Connor for the night, he had offered to make Cordy a late dinner since she was still hanging around.
Angel didn’t consider himself much of a cook, but he could make a few simple and edible dishes. Cordy had mastered the art of popping waffles in the toaster, but anything more complicated might result in a small fire or the food being burned. As a result, Angel had ended up making more than a few breakfasts and dinners for Cordy even though he didn’t get any nutrition out of normal human food.
To be honest, Angel didn’t mind taking care of Cordy this way. In fact, he would gladly take care of her for the rest of his life. He hadn’t vocalized that feeling even once, or any of the more problematic feelings associated with that sentiment. Angel wasn’t sure if he could, but he felt content to take care of Cordelia for as long as she would let him.
Once they were in the kitchen, Cordelia immediately took a seat at the small, empty table. She slumped back in the chair and yawned.
“Tired?” Angel asked sympathetically.
Cordy glanced down at her watch. “Well, it is 1 a.m.”
“That’s late even for us. I’ll go see what we have.”
Angel looked through the fridge and cupboards and quickly figured out that he would need to do some grocery shopping soon. His supply of blood was fine, but there wasn’t very much for the humans who made use of his kitchen.
Angel returned to the counter. “We don’t have a lot. Your options are pretty much spaghetti or waffles.” He smiled to himself. “So I guess it depends on if you want a late dinner or an early breakfast.”
“Dinner sounds good.”
“Spaghetti it is, then.”
Angel got out the ingredients for spaghetti, a sauce pan, and a pot to boil water in. While he was doing all of that, Cordy turned on the small television in the room and changed the channel to the national news.
As Angel set up the water and heated up the pre-made marinara sauce, Cordy kept him company. She made several sarcastic comments about the news stories on TV, which made Angel chuckle.
Eventually, the comments slowed down and then ceased entirely. In between stirring the sauce and adding the dried pasta to the pot, Angel glanced over at Cordy. He grinned fondly when he saw that she had fallen asleep. Her head was lying on top of her arms, and her mouth was slightly open as she snored. It wasn’t the most elegant Cordelia had ever been, but she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Angel turned away to focus on the food, humming as he worked.
It didn’t take long for Cordy’s spaghetti to be done. Angel drained the pasta before ladling it out onto a plate and pouring the sauce on top. He had grated parmesan, so he sprinkled some of that on top as well. He got out a fork and poured a glass of milk and then he set everything out on the table in front of her.
Angel gently shook Cordy’s shoulder to wake her up. She blinked her eyes open sleepily, and Angel smiled down at her. “Dinner’s ready.”
She straightened up. “Right, thanks.”
Angel left to go heat up a mug of blood for himself in the microwave. When he returned and sat down at the table across from her, Cordy had alright started in on her spaghetti.
“Mmm.” She swallowed the bite in her mouth, and licked her lips. “This is really good. Thank you.”
Angel shrugged humbly, hiding his pleased smile behind his mug. “I’m glad you like it.”
Cordy ate silently for a few minutes, and Angel sipped at his blood. But mostly, he occupied himself by watching her. Lately, Angel had found that he could stare at Cordelia all day long. He was fascinated by the way her hazel eyes glowed in the dim light, the way she carefully twirled noodles around her fork, the way she was smirking at him as she took a sip of milk… Wait a minute.
Cordy let out a light laugh. “You know, a long time ago, I would have been creeped out by someone watching me while I ate like this.”
Angel smirked. “Didn’t you want to be an actress? I’m just preparing you for the paparazzi.”