Wow... so that took a lot longer than I thought... But I totally think that it is coming together nicely... Again, thank you to any of those of you who are still reading. I hope that you like this chapter and please review. On me move... oh and be warned that this chapter has somewhat of the smut, I tried to keep it light. Okay Enjoy :)
Chapter 11
Liza gazed at up him panting and somewhat in disbelief… had she really thought that she would get a happily ever after with him? Half naked there… laying on a bed with him. So… processing the scene, she looked up from under him with a flash of hurt in her eyes…
"I… I uh… I understand…" she said attempting to remover herself from him.
"No… no…" he said stopping her before she figured this situation wrong, "It's not that I don't want you- TO, I mean, it's just… I care for you too much…"
"Too much…?" she questioned, that made no sense.
"Yes…" he said caressing her cheek; "too much…" he pressed his lips lightly against hers and sat on his bed, bringing her up next to him; making sure she just wouldn't run off.
"Angel… you don't have to explain anything... really, I unders…" he pressed a finger against her lips to quiet her.
"Yes… I do…" he took a deep breath, as he was about to have the conversation that he figured he would have had with Buffy, had he been aware of his curse, "I have a long past… I'm sure you know most of it, and with this past I've had to deal with, well… a curse…"
He paused, the feeling of 'here we go again' began to hit him… same issues as before. He could lose his soul, he could not give her a normal human life, couldn't give her children, so why was he doing this again…?
She was beginning to see where this was going. Angel was considering the possibility that she could provide him with that moment of pure happiness that could make him lose his soul. He was about to continue when she said…
"I know…"
He looked at her shock stricken… "How…?"
"Fred and I have gotten really close since my start here…" she smiled, "she um… she could tell my attraction for you was strong and said that I should probably be aware of what I was getting into."
"Wow… so Fred, huh?" he voiced, "So what else did my dear friend say…"
"Enough…" she said softly, "she mentioned your curse… your past, how much you've suffered, and she told me about Buffy…"
Angel stiffened… it didn't matter how much time had passed, or how he'd decided to leave Buffy behind him. She would always hold a place in his dead heart. He swallowed visibly and said…
"Then you can understand my fear of hurting you…" he told her, "not that I have been a monk since her, but nobody had made me feel like she had then and like you do now…"
Liza could see the terrible worry in his eyes…
"I thought…." He stopped, "I thought that even with the way I feel about you… that it wouldn't be enough to push me to lose my… my soul… but right now, the way you were kissing me…" he whispered hoarsely at the memory, "with your body pressed against me, my emotions running high, soon… I began to feel it…" he said sadly, "like something was being ripped away from me…" he said thoughtfully, "like I could lose myself to you… and I just can't bear the thought of you…"
She stopped him from talking with a kiss…
"I… know…" she whispered against his lips in a needy way, "but can I ask you something?" she questioned hopeful.
He could feel himself getting aroused from her tone and the proximity of her limited covered body… he nodded for her to continue…
"Do you trust me…?" she asked, hazel brown eyes looking up at him in expectation.
"I do…" he answered honestly.
"Good…" she said pleased while crawling up to straddle him and take possession of his lips in a controlling manner…
He groaned involuntarily at her attentive mouth, letting his hands roam her body… the kiss quickly grew passionate as she began to work on ridding him of his boxers. The moment he realized where this was headed, he grabbed her hands to stop her and looked up at her questionably…
"Trust me…" she repeated…
Angel didn't know if he should… if they went through with it, a lot of people could get hurt and Wolfram & Hart might just get what they've been wanting all along. Her amorous eyes though, called to his soul for trust… so after a moment, reluctantly, he released his hold on her hands…
She peeled his boxers off revealing his proud arousal, her heart accelerated in anticipation of what she desperately needed. She continued to kiss him… him reacting to her by pulling her body closer… hands exploring, touching, wanting, caressing… every crease and delicate part of her body… He was rewarded with her moans of satisfaction and though he was scared to continue… he let himself go…
He growled in playful pleasure… kissing her back like it was his last time, feeling all of her… she was desperately ready from him, and with his new enthusiasm… she grabbed his erection, pumping it lightly while then bringing it to her core… she allowed him to make the last decision, and him deciding to trust her… he plunged in eagerly…
Their groans of being connected with each other filled the room as he began to thrust against her awaiting heat… riding him into oblivion as he thrust up pleasurably into her, stroke after stroke, bodies moving in synch… they came simultaneously… it'd been heated, it'd been passionate, and it was love…
Liza collapsed sated onto his muscled sweat covered chest… as he wound his arms around her. He loved her… he realized, really and truly loved her… and he was fine, everything was fine…
Just then… after seconds of relaxing… Angel felt it… his chest painfully constrict, much like after Buffy, but WAY sooner… Liza felt his body stiffen, his member still embedded in her, as he strained to voice something out…
"Isis…" he cried painfully, "GO…"
She looked up at him realizing this was the moment she'd been waiting for… she sat up from his chest; she placed a hand over his unbeating heart and began chanting in Egyptian language…
Angel felt the pain quickly subside, a sense of calm and peace settle within him as Isis held her hand firmly against his chest, her skin glowing… her hair turning gold… and her eyes lighten… He saw the flash of crown on her head with marks of very heavy Egyptian eyeliner when all of a sudden it was all gone.
Liza removed herself from him and laid against his side…
He sat up quickly… he didn't feel evil, what the hell happened?
"Isis…?" he pulled her face to look at him, "what…?"
"I bound your soul to you…" she said, like it was no big deal….
"But how…?"
"I can't…" she hesitated, "I can't tell you unless…"
"I am your husband…" he said desperately, and then they both just went silent. What the hell… I am her husband? Was he just answering her question or was he stating that he was indeed her husband? But we haven't… why would he…? He then remembered his dream… a second chance… new destiny, new love, a soul mate…
"I…" Angel began…
Liza was taken… she knew he could be her husband, they were soul mates after all, but the surprise declaration left her speechless.
"I meant… I mean, I want… I will… be your husband… should you chose…" he was rambling, what the hell was he saying, he couldn't take back his statement; it rang true!
"I love you…" she blurted out throwing herself at him, "and yes… I want you to be my husband…"
He hugged her back and kissed just as excitedly while saying, "Thank God… I mean, I love you too…"
Liza pulled back a little and said, "So… are we really…. Getting married?"
"Yes…" he told her.
"So… when…?" she began.
"Whenever you want…"
"Now's good for me…" she smiled brightly.
"You're serious…?" Angel said shocked.
Liza face of excitement fell and she said, "No… you're right… we should probably…"
He cut her off, "Now's good…" he grinned, "but I don't ever want to see that pouty face again…"
She grinned again, "Okay…"
"So… I think we should… I don't know… get dressed to do this…?" he said playfully, "I'm all for 'el fresco' outfit but…"
"Noh…" she said appalled, getting off the bed picking up her clothes, "Let's change… meet in your office or mine… in an hour?"
He nodded… he loved to see her this happy…
"You should bring a witness…" she said pecking him on the lips and rushing to her place.
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In another part of Wolfram & Hart… Wes was being paiged to the Science Division as Fred wasn't feeling well. He hurried to her… he didn't know why he just had a bad feeling that something was going very, very wrong…
Wes rushed into the Science Division, straight to Fred's office… she'd sent everyone out of her office, feeling lightheaded and like at any minute she could faint… the last thing she saw… was Wesley going to her with concerned eyes as she coughed up blood and lost complete consciousness…
Wesley saw the pale look of his beloved's face and couldn't contain the pain he felt inside… "Fred…" he gasped as he noticed blood come from her mouth and push forward as she fainted.
He caught her in time for her to not hit the floor, and pulled her office phone to him to get a medical team there fast. Within minutes… the team was in the room, trying to asses what it is that was happening… they asked the other scientists what had happened and all they all were able to say was that they'd been studying the sarcophagus when she was doing something to it on top… some sort of dust or gas had escaped and she'd reeled back coughing.
They'd all mentioned that she'd been fine, but soon she was feeling faint and dizzy which is when Wes was called.
The medical team swiftly put her on a stretcher and took her to their mini health wing… on the way, Wes called Gunn and Lorne on their new cell phones… called Angel, whose phone went straight to voicemail and did the same with Liza. Spike caught the scene on their way and joined…
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At City Hall…
"I now pronounce man and wife… you may kiss the bride…" the Justice of the Peace said.
Angel stepped forward to envelop his tiny wife, bringing her body up to his and kissed her thoroughly. When he pulled back, he asked…
"How do you feel Mrs. Elizabeth O'Connor-Callahan…?" Angel questioned.
"Like the luckiest girl in the world…" she smiled.
Christy yelled excitedly from behind her, "AH! Congratulations Liza…" she approached hugging them both.
"Yeah…" Connor said awkwardly, "Congrats…" he said shaking his father's hand, "hope you've found what you've been looking for…"
Angel smiled looking at Christy and Liza laugh, "I think I have…"
In the middle of all the excitement of getting married Angel and Liza alone with their two witnesses, Christy and Connor, Angel had turned off his phone. It was new… they'd all seemed to have the need to keep in touch with each other and getting the invented cell phones, seemed like the right thing to do.
He pressed the button for on, noticing that he had like thirty missed calls, and three messages…
Angel stepped away to listen to them…
The first had been from Wesley… "Angel! Something's happened… Fred's ill… we're taking her to the medical wing please meet me there when you get this…"
The second was from Gunn, "Where the hell are you?" he sounded desperate, "Fred's not well at all, you need to be here man… now…"
The third was from Lorne, "Angelsweets… you have to be here… where are you? Call us back…"
The last, believe it or not, was from Spike, "Look Angel moron… Fred's dying… we don't know what to do or how to fix this. Get here…"
Connor noticed his father's shocked face and turned to the three of them…
Liza had been laughing giddily when she heard Connor say, "What is it Dad…?" they both knew that Connor had gotten his memory back, but he'd decided to keep the life that Angel had built for him, but the look on his face worried him and he'd acted on instinct calling him father.
"Angel…?" Liza walked over to him, "Love…? Talk…"
"I uh… we gotta go… Fred's ill, dying… I'm not sure…"
"Let's go!" Liza said pulling Angel by his hand… Christy and Connor following closely behind them…
