House Calls

Chapter: House Calls
Story: Beyond Wanting Sephora
Series: Converting to Metric

Disclaimer: All things Angel belong to Joss Whedon. All things Torchwood belong to the Beeb.
In Canon: Expecting/Torchwood AU
Characters/Pairings: Cordelia Chase/Owen Harper





v. i wish i could just meet a doctor and get married and do the whole thing. i'm so tired of demonic weirdness.

"Honey, I'm home," Owen called out, pushing into the flat. "I brought take away from that curry place you like for some godawful reason."

"And a pizza for yourself?" Cordelia asked knowingly. Six years after making her wish, she was convinced she'd chosen the right doctor.

He dropped the bags on the table in the kitchenette. "God's will. That rubbish, however you eat it, I don't know." He looked at her with distaste as she dug into the bags.

Cordelia rolled her eyes. "I put it in my mouth, chew and swallow," she explained helpfully. "I don't know how you can stand English pizza.

"I've had your 'superior' American pizza and wish to quash this argument with a resounding hatred."

"Crappy way to quash the argument," she replied, pulling the lid off her box.

He slapped it down. "At least let me get a kiss before you defile your mouth with that rot."

Defiantly, she took a bite she'd already snuck from the box.

Owen Harper kissed his wife anyway.