Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, just this cute little plot.

This is set in the first and best season. No episode in particular has been chosen. It is set between Bachelor Party and Heroes. Only the actual bachelor party hasn't happened yet just the divorce.

Cordelia looked up from her desk to see Doyle sitting on the couch asleep. He looked so peaceful when he was asleep. The sight of his thick curly black hair framing his naturally pale yet handsome face made her sigh. When Cordy had said she needed a man she hadn't meant to fall in love with Doyle. He was a fixer-upper all right; a borderline alcoholic with a dress sense that would generally send her running for the hills. Still Doyle was a hell of a lot more grown up than Xander could ever be. Alan Francis Doyle was all man. Cordy had cleaned wounds on his chest before and he was, for lack of a better word, yummy. Who knew Doyle was all lean and toned under those icky clothes?

She sighed again before turning back to her work. The Dark Avenger had already gone to bed and Cordy was finishing up invoices. She was experimenting with a new mint green paper. It was supposed to make people subconsciously think of money. It was Doyle's idea and she had to admit that it did sound pretty good. Maybe more people will pay their bills. It just reminded her of that emerald green dress that she wore to Homecoming, the one that survived a demon attack. It remains one of her favorite dresses and was currently hanging in her closet begging to be worn.

Invoices finished for the month, Cordelia put away the papers for the night. She contemplated waking up Doyle so he could walk her home, she felt safe when she was with him. Cordy stood in front of the sleeping man and lightly brushed a lock of hair off of his forehead. Her hand followed the side of his face and down his neck to rest on his shoulder. The movement woke him and his sea blue eyes opened to see Cordelia standing in front of him. He smiled and she smiled in return.

"Hey, I was wondering if you could walk me home? It's dangerous to be outside alone in L.A. at night for a young woman."

"Course, Princess. Just let me get my jacket on and I'll take you home."

He realized that Cordelia's hand had been on his shoulder just a second ago. Doyle missed the touch, he enjoyed being close to the beautiful brunette. She backed up to give him room to stand up and put on his jacket. He hadn't counted on falling in love with anyone least of all with a spoiled brat like Cordelia. That didn't mean it surprised him though. Cordelia is resourceful, intelligent, strong, gentle and incredibly open-minded. As he told Angel when he'd met her, Delia is 'a real stiffener'. Her sarcastic and cynical humor made it clear that she was used to a slightly harsher side of life than either of her parents. From what Doyle had heard of them they weren't even there for her most of the time. Doyle knew that he had to be there for her now. He felt a need to be a knight for his princess.

"I hope it's not too late to talk." Harry, Doyle's ex-wife, stood in the doorway. Cordelia had hated the woman instantly and preferred Faith over her, which showed how much she hated Harriet. Cordy still felt the stab of betrayal when she found out that Doyle was married. He'd been nothing if not honorable while they had been separated and now it was over. The only reason she had for the feeling of betrayal is that she had fallen madly in love with the man. Sometimes it seemed as if Harriet didn't have any competition standing in her way if she decided that Doyle was a better catch than her new fiancée is. They may not have spoken hardly at all in five years but that didn't make Cordy any more confident.

"Actually I was about to walk Delia home. It is late and we're all tired. Maybe we can talk tomorrow, Harry." That Irish lilt washed over Cordelia with those reassuring words. She couldn't help the smug grin that slid over her face as she latched onto Doyle's arm and breezed by Harriet.

This will be a relatively short story with decent sized chapters. I decided to go ahead and write it because this story won't get out of my head. Hope you enjoyed it and remember all I need I one review to make me write another chapter.