In Darkness, Angels

Chapter One: Releases

Anthony was ready to leave the hospital. He had recovered quite nicely from his gunshot wound, and now all he wanted to do was spend every moment he could with his Amelia and their unborn child. He smiled to himself as the thought that he was going to be a father entered his mind for the millionth time. When Amy had told him, his first immediate emotion had been sheer terror. How was he going to be able to care for a child? The responsibility seemed nearly overwhelming to him. But then he had seen the ecstatic look of pride and joy on his love's face, and the terror had been swiftly replaced with a sense of fierce pride and love. He made a vow to himself that the child would be loved as fiercely as his mother was.

He also hoped that he would have the same silver eyes as Amy.

His thoughts were interrupted when the doctor came into the room, chart in his hand. "Morning, Anthony. I'm happy to tell you that you will be able to leave in a few hours. We just need to finish the paperwork, and then you're free to go."

Anthony gave a great sigh of relief, grinning at the doctor in gratitude. He grabbed his pad from the table nearby. 'Good, I'm getting sick of this place.'

The doctor chuckled at that. "Well, put up with us for just a bit longer, and then Miss Chase will be able to take you home." At that moment, he turned at the sound of footsteps. "Ahh, Miss Chase. We were just talking about you. Have you finished all the paperwork?"

Amy rolled her eyes and deposited a large pile of papers into the doctor's arms, frowning. "Yes, so can I please take Anthony home now? I've got plans for this evening, and I'd like to include him in them." Anthony gave her a wicked grin, and she stuck her tongue out at him. "Your mind is in the gutter, love." He merely smirked at her. Amy rolled her eyes again and turned to the doctor. "I suppose if I smacked him upside the head that would mean more paperwork?" The doctor nodded, chuckling, and she sighed. "Ah well. Anthony, are you ready?"

Anthony nodded eagerly and climbed out of bed, following Amy down to the parking lot. When they reached her car, he pressed her against the driver side door and pulled her into a deep kiss, nuzzling her hair and crooning. Amy sighed; smiling to herself as he gently traced her stomach with his fingers. She looked into his eyes, smiling. "Come on, let's get home. I've missed you."

Anthony slid into the passenger seat, and Amy drove away from the hospital. She looked over at him. "I bet you're wondering where we're going." He nodded, and she smirked. "Well, Kitty is at my apartment, so I thought we could go over to yours first. There's something I need you to do for me."

Anthony smirked to himself. When Amy pulled up in front of his apartment building, he hesitated, peering up into the building nearby. Amy caught his gaze and placed her hand on his arm. "Deavers is in custody awaiting trial. Everything's okay, I promise." She exited the car, heading for Anthony's apartment, and after a moment he followed her.

When they entered, Anthony frowned. The apartment looked-lived in. He glanced over at Amy, and she gave him a soft smile. "I've been staying here while you were in the hospital. Well, at night at least. I couldn't sleep by myself, and..." Anthony came forward and kissed her, steering her toward the bedroom, divesting her of her clothes with each step he took. She reciprocated, moaning in desire. "God Anthony, just being without you for a week was driving me out of my mind…I need you now…need you to make love to me…need you to fill me….I missed you so much my silent angel…"

Her knees bumped the edge of the bed, and she fell back onto it, pulling Anthony with her. They were both naked, and Anthony laved his tongue across her breasts in eager and frantic longing, his erection pressed against her thigh in anticipation. Amy gasped as she felt her breasts grow hard, and clear fluid leaked from her nipples. Anthony placed his mouth over her right breast, sucking, and squeezed her left with his hand until she was sobbing and panting in arousal. The heat between her legs grew to become a raging inferno, and she was dripping, she was so wet. Then she felt Anthony's long fingers stroking her there, ghosting across her hot, wet slit, and she whimpered in arousal and frustration. "Anthony…please…touch me…"

He obeyed, slipping first one finger, then three, deep inside her, and Amy yelped in joy and arched her back as her lover's fingers moved over and inside every inside of her sex, driving her to heights and pinnacles of sheer mindless pleasure. She shut her eyes, whispering his name over and over.

Then she felt his magnificent tongue probing her slit, darting in and out, and the whispers become soft growls. He licked her roughly, and she shouted his name and buried her hands in his hair, speaking in a lust drugged voice. "More…please…"

Anthony gave her what she wished for, his tongue and fingers moving inside her sex until she was weeping in joy and arousal, whimpering his name over and over as she felt her orgasm building. Her entire body was trembling, and Anthony held her in place with one arm as he devoured her, low growls of desire coming from his throat.

Amy felt her walls start to contract, and she clung to Anthony, screaming in ecstasy as orgasm after orgasm shot through her. After what felt like several blissful hours had gone by, she finally managed to breathe. "Oh…I missed that."

Anthony moved upwards, kissing her, and Amy smiled. "Of course, I…" she gasped as she felt him entering her, but managed to continue. "I missed this even more." That proved to be the extent of her coherent speech, and she wrapped her arms and legs around him, silently urging him to go deeper, faster, and harder, something that he eagerly did.

He gave a primal scream as he came inside her, his hands twisted almost painfully in her hair. Amy followed moments later with her own cry, digging her fingers deep into his back as her body rocked back and forth.

Anthony rolled off her, and then pulled her close, sighing in happiness and fulfillment as he nuzzled her neck. Amy sighed. "Well…I…think that more than makes up for the past week." Anthony chuckled against her throat, and then placed his hand on her stomach, giving her an inquisitive look. "Are you wondering if you poked the babe?" He nodded, and she giggled. "Baby, you are quite impressive in size, but you don't have to worry about that for at least six months. I'm only two weeks along."

He smiled in relief, and then reached for his notebook and pen. When he finished writing, he handed her the paper.

'When you first told me you were pregnant, I was utterly terrified. I wasn't sure if I could take care of a child. I didn't know if I would be able to be the type of father mine was. I had spent most of my life being cold and emotionless, only using 'love' as a means to an end. But then you came into my life, and for the first time, I realized that love was something that was well worth experiencing. And the thought that the woman that I love more than anything in the world is carrying my child, and has agreed to marry me has me more scared, ecstatic, amazed, and proud than I could ever realize. I promise you, Amy, that I will never let anything happen to either of you. You both mean more to me than anything.'

Amy smiled at him through her tears, kissing him. "You will be a wonderful father and husband." Anthony swelled in pride, and then pulled her into his arms, drifting off to sleep with her blueberry scent wafting through his thoughts.

A hundred miles away, Malcolm Deavers sat in a dank, dark jail, his mind filled with thoughts of revenge. If he couldn't have Amelia, then no one could.

An insane smile lit his features as he began to plot.