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anxious

For themongkey as part of the Cordelia Femmeslash Ficathon.
Requested Pairing: Evil Cordy/Fred
Alternate Pairing: Cordy/Kate
Preferred Rating: PG or higher
Two things that must be in the story: Discussion of breasts, snark
One thing you don't want in the story: Angst

Notes: Set during Players in Season 4. I'm not sure if this is quite what was wanted. I had a lot of trouble writing it, and I’m sorry, but I tried. I’ve also never been in a ficaton before, but I figure that everybody has to start somewhere.

Spoilers for Angel Season 4.
Word count: 1,101


Under Your Spell, PG-13

Fred had never been close to Cordelia. Not in the special, girly way, where you share all your secrets and giggle together over nothing in particular.

Of course, there was that one time, with the tequila and a couple of brightly coloured, home-made cocktails, but Fred didn't really think that that counted. Normal girly nights in didn't end with you waking up naked in her bed the next morning and her bringing you burnt pancakes with too much syrup and an embarrassed grin on her face.

But Fred did know her well enough to know that something was different about her, had been for a long time now. She told herself not to be so silly. Cordy was a little shaken from all the Higher Being stuff, but she was still Cordy. And so much had been going on recently that they'd all probably been acting strange.

Then there was the pregnancy thing. That was weird enough, but it probably explained a lot of the bizarre behaviour. Pregnant women always acted kind of funny, right? It was the crazy hormones and stuff.

Maybe she was over-analysing, seeing things that weren't there. After all, everyone else was all with the research about demon impregnations, but they didn't seem to think that anything else was up. Fred had tried to talk to Wesley about it, but they'd ended up talking about Lilah, which was just yet another image she really didn't need right now.

So, since she'd been staring at books for so long her eyes were blurry, she went to her room, figuring she could snatch a couple of hours sleep. At least, that had been the plan. What she hadn't planned for was finding Cordelia sitting cross-legged on her bed, the slut-o-rama outfit from earlier exchanged for a loose black silk robe.

"Hey Cordy," she said, startled. "How're you feeling?"

Cordelia smiled at her, and there was something almost feline in her expression. "I wish people would stop asking me that. I'm fine."

"Sorry. It's just... I thought maybe... you know..." Fred tailed off. "So, um, where's Connor?"

Cordelia uncurled her legs and leaned back, wriggling bare toes against the bedspread. "We aren't joined at the hip, you know."

"Oh. I mean, yes, no, of course you aren't." She was beginning to yammer, she knew it. Cordelia's steady gaze was a little unnerving. "We were, uh, Wesley and me, we're still researching, you know, whatever's inside you..." She caught Cordelia's eyes harden slightly. "Not that it's anything bad, or anything, just... in case..."

"Of course, researching. Wesley and his all powerful books are researching my sweet baby." Cordelia gave a tight-lipped smile. "It frightens you, doesn't it?"

Fred shrugged helplessly. "We have to check, Cordy. We just have to be sure."

Cordelia stood up, and Fred could suddenly see that she wasn't wearing very much of anything underneath the robe. Not that Fred wanted to look there, just that there was currently being blindingly obvious.

"Um... Cordy, you might wanna, um, tie that up a bit better. It's just that I can see your..." She gestured wildly in the direction of Cordelia's chest. "Not that they're not very nice, um," flapping her hands again, and feeling herself start to blush. "You know.” She was definitely blushing now.

Cordelia raised one perfectly manicured eyebrow. “Breasts?”

Fred looked at her feet. Cordelia's face suddenly split into a disarming grin. "It's ok Fred." She sat back down on the edge of the bed and ran a hand over her stomach. "You wanna feel the baby kick?" She patted the bed beside her. "Come, sit here."

Fred complied, still feeling a little off-balance. "I'm sorry, I'm really tired. I think my brain's gone wonky."

Instead of answering, Cordelia took hold of the edges of her robe, and drew them back, revealing an expanse of swollen belly. Fred found herself not quite sure where to put her eyes again, but she let Cordelia take her hand and place it on the taught, smooth skin. There was a faint fluttering beneath her fingers and she drew in a sharp breath. "Oh!"

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Cordelia seemed to be talking to herself as much as to Fred, speaking barely above a whisper. "My sweet, beautiful baby," she crooned, watching her stomach intently as the movement beneath it grew more pronounced. "It will be here soon, I can feel it."

Fred felt sleepiness wash over her again. The room was warm and Cordelia's voice was low and gentle and somehow soporific. Her eyes began to close of their own accord, her hand still resting on Cordelia's belly. Cordelia caught hold her her chin, and lifted her face up until their eyes met.

"You're beautfiul too, you know."

Fred smiled. Deep inside, she knew that there was something wrong with that sentence, that she should be reacting differently, but her head felt fuzzy, like someone had poured cotton wool into her ear. When Cordy's lips touched her own, she only knew that they were soft and sweet and familiar.

She collapsed back onto the pillows and Cordelia's warm weight straddled her legs. The tiniest part of her brain squeaked about hands in new places, but it was drowned out by an overwhelming rush of delight as Cordelia's fingers lifted her shirt and played across her stomach and breasts. She sighed as one hand crept lower, lifting her skirt and slipping off her underwear.

She felt the weight lift, and reached blindly for the other girl, arching her hips. Cordelia kissed the tips of her grasping fingers. "I'm just gonna have a little fun," she murmured, dipping her head and licking her way down from Fred's navel, her tongue hot against cool skin.

Fred shuddered and gasped as Cordelia tasted her, expertly working with lips and tongue and teeth and Fred clutching at her hair until her knuckles turned white, pleasure spreading through her in lightning bolts of bliss.

And then Cordelia was lying beside her, and Fred was catching her breath and buttoning her shirt, a dazed smile plastered across her face. "Good girl," Cordelia said quietly. "Sweet girl."

There was definitely something different about Cordy, but Fred, fully dressed and wandering back downstairs, the events of the last hour already all but forgotten, wasn't sure she minded any more.

Cordelia stood up and fished her clothes out from behind a chair. Pulling them on in a business-like fashion, she headed for Angel's room. She didn't knock.

"Come on in, Cordelia."

She smiled to herself, opened the door, and walked in. "You know, that never stops creeping me out."