She allowed it. Not much point in pushing him away now, was there? She'd surrendered easily. Like Caesar, he had come and seen and conquered (although perhaps not all as of yet and not in that order). If she was parting her legs for the man who had laughed and said what a handsome torso she would make, then why not lips? Much less intimate, after all.

Still a betrayal, though.

"Would you still want me," Cordelia asked against his lips, "If Bert didn't?"