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TITLE: Crackers don't matter
AUTHOR: Tesla
RATING:
SPOILERS:
CHARACTERS: Cordelia/Gunn
DISCLAIMERS:
SUMMARY:
NOTES: menomegirl requested peanut butter and syrup as elements.
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"What do you mean, we're stuck here?" Cordelia squealed. "We can't be. Wesley and Angel better not have left us here, I have an audition!"
Gunn didn't look up from his GameBoy. "Take off if you want to," he said.
Cordelia gave him a cross look. "You know I won't."
Gunn nodded, not looking up. He moved his shoulders a bit, having obviously come to a tricky part in his game. " 'Side from the fact that we can't get out."
"And we can't get out." Cordelia slumped against the wall, and slid down to sit on the floor beside Gunn. "Why does everything have to be so difficult, and involve magic? And, if we're stuck somewhere weird, where's Fred?"
Gunn raised his eyes. "She's okay," he said. "Back doin' research, got Lorne there. You know that neither of 'em wanted to try portalling anywhere."
Again, Gunn did not add, because Cordelia wasn't stupid. And they were all portalling back to get rid of the vision-pain. Not to be totally self-referential, but she'd had a vision about it. So, Wesley and Angel went to the other dimension or planet or whatever, because Wesley was the spell-caster and Angel was the not-living. But they needed two bodies with heart-beats to anchor them, and that left one actress/vision-girl and one gang-banger/demon-hunter...
She was going to have to stop reading Variety. Her inner narrative was totally in tv-pilot-pitch talk.
"So, we couldn't anchor in a nice cottage at the Beverly Hills Hotel, instead of some cabin in the sticks with no television and nothing to read and nothing to eat?" And stupid camping stuff, stupid sleeping bags, bottles of water, kerosene lamps?
"Don't look at me, home girl," Gunn said. "I'm not going outside. I don't do outside, not unless it's an emergency. Pylea and wandering around the freaking woods cured me from wanting any more outside shit." He looked over at her for a moment, then grinned.
Gunn could talk that scaredy talk and look surpremely un- scared. It was----cool.
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They were both hungry, and they'd been there forever. Cordelia poked around in the cupboard of the cabin. "It looks like Army rations or something, what d'you call 'em? Little cans of stuff."
"Let's see," Gunn said. "I could eat."
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There was only two little and one larger cans left, it was dusk outside, and the batteries were low on Gunn's GameBoy. Gunn and Cordelia leaned against the non-windowed wall.
"We've already heard each other's life stories," Cordelia said. "What we did before Angel Investigations."
"Told each other how many demons we each took out, of which you were totally lying about, girl," Gunn agreed.
"I killed demons!" Cordelia bristled.
"Oh, yeah," Gunn said indulgently.
"I totally did! That summer that Angel was in hell, and Buffy was here, the Scoobies patrolled. We killed some vamps!"
"Yeah, whatever you tell me, Cordy," Gunn said. He opened the larger can. "Hard crackers. Like those crackers Wesley likes. What's in the other cans?"
Cordy picked them up. "Peanut butter, and syrup. We could make peanut-butter crackers."
"That's just wrong," Gunn said. "Who puts pancake syrup on peanut-butter?"
Cordelia tossed it down. "Forgive me for being creative."
"I can think of other things to do with syrup and peanut-butter," Gunn said, idly.
Cordelia popped the top of the peanut-butter can. (Even as she stuck her finger in it, she was glad it was creamy.) She gave Gunn a peanut-butter 'stache.
Gunn batted her wrist away just a split second too late, then gouged two fingers into the little can and lunged at her. Cordelia laughed in squawks, rolling away from his hand. He fell on her, laughing, and she fastened her hands on his wrists. They rolled together, knocking over the cans and sending crackers spilling out across the floor.
Gunn landed on top, their hips together. Cordelia stopped laughing when she realized that her little mini-skirt had ridden up around her waist, and felt, uh, him. Gunn's hand froze just above her face, and his eyes went wide. His lips parted to speak.
Very deliberately, Cordelia sucked his fingers into her mouth, and licked off the peanut butter.
"Damn," Gunn said. He slowly slid his fingers out of her mouth, and bent to kiss her as his hands went up to push away her panties.
She was wet and he made a sound in his throat. Cordelia pulled at the string on his sweatpants and they rolled to their sides, so they could get his pants down. He took his cock and rubbed the head across her opening, almost reluctantly.
"Yes," she said.
It was hot and nasty and tough, that first time, and Gunn ground a cracker under one knee. Cordelia's hair snagged on the wood floor, and she yelped.
"Fuck this," Gunn said, as they separated, his cock still erect and slick with her juices. "Get on that sleeping bag." He unzipped his hoodie and pulled his sweats and Jockeys down, impatiently yanking off shoes and socks off. Cordelia slithered out of her skirt and panties, and, kneeling away from him on the sleeping bag, looked over her shoulder. "Untie my halter?" she asked, huskily.
She barely felt the strings part, as the squares of cloth fell to the cotton in front of her.
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It was night, and the kerosene lamp stank. Bugs were batting at the screens of the cabin windows, and Gunn and Cordelia were sitting on the shallow step outside the front door. "So tired of portals," Cordelia muttered, seeing the shimmer in the dirt road.
"Word," Gunn said. He looked at her in a way that was making her squishy, again. And she didn't want to be around Angel and his vamp-nose.
"What have you got, there?" Cordelia said, looking down at his hands.
"The syrup," he said, innocently. "For breakfast."
"You're not gonna waste it on pancakes!" Cordelia blurted.
"Naw, we'll get the pancakes later."
Just then, Wesley and Angel materialized, all smiles. Well, Wesley was smiling. "I had no idea it was so late! But we were successful, Cordy."
Angel said, seriously, "Nothing happen?"
"We ate crackers," Cordelia said. "Without syrup."
Predictably, Wesley rolled his eyes. The men went into male battle-talk, as Cordelia went inside, and turned down the lamp. After they got into the convertible, for the long ride back to LA, Gunn dropped something in her lap.
It was the can of syrup. The metal was warm from his touch.
Cordelia closed her hand around the can, and smiled in the dark.
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