Title: Hidden Desires

Formerly: Good Girls Don't (q.v.)

Author: Alan Hitchen

Email: darkmere2000@yahoo.co.uk

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Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Disclaimer: Joss Whedon created Buffy's world but Twentieth Century Fox owns it.

Pairing: Harmony/Cordelia

Rating: NC-17 (for explicit sexual activity)

Information: Inspired by the song written by Doug Fieger and performed by The Knack. Set in an unspecific part of season one/two.

Summary: If good girls don't, who does?

She's my adolescent dream and everyone thinks she'd never do this, not in a gazillion years. But here she is all the same, leaning back on my bed with her thighs apart and designer clothes crumpled on the floor, arching her back and biting her own lips to keep from screaming out my name as I lick and suck on her clit.

I inwardly smile and imagine what they'd do if they could see us now. Aura spreading it all over school. Eve saying she knew all along. That prissy-miss Willow freaking out at the very thought of lesbianism, then secretly fingering herself when she got back home.

I use my fingers on Cordy, tracing the slick folds guarding her warm, wet haven and her back arches again, her orgasm closer than ever as I slide them inside her in search of her sweet spot. I used to think she's not like 'that' and that she'd never do 'this' because good girls don't.

And Cordelia Chase is a very good girl.

Prom Queen, Cheer Captain, Class President, Most Popular; she has it all, and as her girlfriend I'm popular too. There's just one condition - secrecy. Or as she put it: "Are you in or are you out? You know what it's like to be out, don't you? It gets awfully cold when you're out."

There's a small earthquake in my bed as she comes hard and strong, thrashing about in ecstacy as her sticky juices fill my sucking mouth. I back away. She whispers my name in gratitude. And my heart melts. Just the way it did when she kissed me for the first time.

I lick my lips and suck my fingers, revelling in the taste of her, and I remember the first time she made love to me. When she took that chubby, shy, fashion-disaster that all the popular kids hated at grade school and made herself a goddess in my eyes.

She's had a string of boyfriends since, but I'm not jealous. She'll wear his jacket for a while but she won't ever sleep with him. Why? Because it's all strictly for show and to Cordy, "Image is everything."

And they go along with it, because? "Boys are like dogs, offer them a tidbit and they come to heel soon enough," she says. The tidbit, as I soon discovered, is a blowjob, but I don't care, because she's got me well trained, too.

But for me there were different commands to obey. "It's all about the grooming, Harm. A diet, good clothing and an attitude are all you ever need. Get into my groove and you'll never look back." I never have.

She's cruel and manipulative. "Treat them mean and keep them keen."

Vain and spiteful. "Compared to me Buffy Summers is such a hag. So what does that Angel guy see in her?"

I love that. I love her. And she loves me.

"Love is for losers," she says through pursed lips when I talk with her afterwards. But I don't believe what she says. Her eyes give her away every time she repeats it.

She does love me. I know it. I do.

The 'phobes would say it's so wrong and so bad, and that I'll pay for it all in the end. But I can't say I have any regrets on that score - Cordy's well worth the price of damnation - I really don't care.

But mostly I don't care because good girls don't.

And I do.

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Final note: Poor Harmony, first she gets dumped for Xander, king of the geeks, then gets vamped. Life's just not fair to some blondes.