To be fair, she'd been comatose for a good chunk of that time. And she didn't count her time with Connor, since it wasn't really her. So her last time was with Groo. He was sweet, and he certainly tried hard. Plus, he worshiped her, so that garnered him a few points, but Cordy was still pretty sure that she'd never actually had what one would call great sex.
She didn't think that was entirely fair, but she accepted it. And she was about to make the possibility for great sex diminish even further.
"If we could be sure that you'd still be you after, I would do this in a second, Angel. I want to so badly. But I knew what I signed on for. So if it comes down to it that we're never able to...well, like I said, I knew what I signed on for."
Never having sex for the rest of her life if she and Angel couldn't figure it out. That didn't exactly sound like a picnic, but it was a sacrifice she was willing to make in order to be with him.
There were times when she wished she was still that superficial girl she'd been in Sunnydale. Any man that couldn't give that girl every single little thing she wanted would have been swiftly kicked to the curb. Now, Cordelia still wanted those things, but if she had to choose between sex and Angel, she would choose Angel every time.
"Maybe I could just punch you in the face during the, um, high point? That would avert any tiny chance of perfect happiness, right?"