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Angel slipped into the office just shy of ten o'clock. It wasn't like there was anyone bold enough to chew his ass, but being so late for a board meeting was sure to cause a few frowns, not that he could bring himself to give a single fuck. Nodding to Lindsey he slipped into a chair towards the back of the room. Lindsey's eyes never left him, following his every move burning what felt like holes into the side of his head, that famous shit eating grin plastered across his face, making it apparent that he was fully aware of what he'd been up to, or at least he thought he was.

Not that it mattered, he didn't care if the whole damn room knew, at least then he'd be able to leave, drag Buffy out of that damn classroom and carry her right back to their bed where they belonged. He tried to pay attention to what was going on, he needed to atleast have half an idea of what he was facing this afternoon in court, but no matter how hard he tried to stop the memories from invading his mind, he couldn't seem to push all those images of her trembling beneath away.

This morning he'd fully intended to behave himself, to get dressed and walk out that door with a promise to see her for dinner tonight. But when her fingers went to teasing him for the umpteenth time, he'd finally snapped. Last night when she'd guided him across her center, it had taken everything fiber of his being to control himself, to not break every single promise he'd ever made her about being in control, about being strong enough for the two of them, being the one wouldn't let her cross the line.

Then this morning, he just hadn't been able to resist tempting fate all over again. He had put her and their relationship second to this damn place so many times, they'd deserved those extra hours. He'd fully intended to make things quick, but when she fell back on those soft sheets he'd known he was a goner.

Once again he'd ridded them of every single offending article of clothing between them. He was sure the sight of her nude, that perfect curve of her stomach, her face twisted in pleasure, his name falling from her lips was going to be burned into his memory for all of eternity.

Devoured, that was the only word he could think of to describe what he'd done to her this morning. Staving off his own release, he hadn't even allowed her to touch him until he'd felt her trembling, dripping on his tongue for the third time. The pregnancy making her so sensitive, she was capable of little more than soft gasps and groans by the time he'd had his fill.

Then after she'd had a few minutes to recover, she wasted no more time, pushing him to his back, engulfing his very angry aching manhood into the back of her warm throat. Once upon a time it had been her favorite way to wake him, well on the days that he didn't get to her first that was.

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She hated lying, unlike her husband, she had a horrible poker face. At the time she hadn't been concerned about what she would tell her higher ups, or her students for that matter. All of those worries had taken a back seat to the things Angel was doing to her body, those heights he insisted on pushing her to over and over again. It felt nice knowing that he was still just as attracted to her all pudgy and pregnant.

Walking through the administration office over two hours late, almost made her regret their carelessness… almost. She wouldn't really call many of her co-workers friends perse, they were all more like acquaintances and she wasn't even sure that any of them were aware of her and Angel's split. Not that she could have used their escapades this morning as an excuse anyways, she could see Snyders face now, beet red and about to explode just before he fired her.

If things between her and Angel continued to improve as they had been, if they somehow found themselves together on the other end of all this mess, then she was seriously considering seeking Angel's thoughts on her staying home for a year or so to focus on this new journey, on these changes in their lives... both with this new version of motherhood she was facing and with working out how to really make this second chance with Angel and their family come together. It was a hard thing for her to imagine doing because she truly did love her job and she loved these kids so much but it had just been something calling to her for some time now. She knew eventually she would need to return to her love of teaching but in her heart she felt like Connor as well as this little one on the way might fair better with a shift of this nature.

It had even been something she had toyed with just back when Connor had come into their lives, in the middle of when he first arrived and when shit really seemed to kick up to their worst with her and Angel and everything going on with their marriage.

She was already looking forward to starting maternity leave to be honest, a little less stress after everything that had been going on, being able to just relax some, focus on what she truly felt about where she and Angel might be when the time came.

For now, however, she just had to get through trying to explain away why she was late coming in today and going about teaching young minds without losing her own in the process. It was feeling nearly impossible to think of anything except Angel and how this morning had gone, though.

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The day seemed to drag on between work and Lindsey being all up his business but finally he was on his way home. Buffy had texted him a couple times quickly throughout the day to know she hadn't been too chewed out once she got in to work given Snyder wound up not even being in office today and the acting principal for the day didn't seem to know which way was even up, when she was on her lunch break, and once more when she had gotten home from work. He still missed her in a whole new way after this morning, after this weekend, after the past fucking year but God, did it feel good to have these little reminders that she cared about his dumb ass again, that she was his, that they were trying.

He couldn't even remember the last time she'd even bothered to check in with him like this before everything fell apart, it had been so long and they'd drifted so damn apart.

He quickly sent her one back stating he was on his way before starting a follow up one when Connor called and interrupted him. Thankfully the poor kid had gotten to feeling at least a little better and had his voice back and the two got to catch up as he headed back to the house, he was so excited about the idea of being back in the old house and everyone being together again and ate up every detail that he was given about how things were going so far.

"I can't wait to see my room again, sleep in my bed..." Connor exclaimed. "Oh, and the nursery, the new one! Seeing Buffy, oh I bet she has so many ideas for us to get the house back together and I can't wait for us to do things as a family again," he started and went on for about five minutes about everything he missed from the old house and couldn't wait to see and do again before pouting how long he still had to wait.

Angel sighed before saying that he would see about calling Darla later and asking her if he couldn't make up for this past weekend that they missed because of him being sick this coming weekend, and still get to have his regular weekend the next one. It was a lot to keep him apart from after all... He greatly doubted Buffy would mind, or Darla either for that matter, but he wanted to discuss it with her before making any large plans like that without her.

Part of him was terrified to bring him in, give him his family again, get all those hopes and dreams up just to mess it up and have him lose it all again but more than that he just wanted to let him experience it for as long as he could no matter how things wound up in the end. He deserved that, whatever memories they could make for however long.

Even if everything went to hell in a hand basket again.

That seemed to cheer the little one up and they continued to catch up on everything going on nearly the whole drive. As much as he had enjoyed having Buffy almost all to himself this weekend, he couldn't deny that at times it felt like something was missing from the picture and he had thoughts strike him here and there the past few days about how weird it felt not having this again - finally - without his son... their son.

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"I hope you're hungry," Buffy called over her shoulder as she heard Angel nearing the kitchen. She hated it but did have to admit that she had felt rather nervous after she had gotten home and as she did a few little things around the house before starting to work on dinner. The weekend had been wonderful, more than she could have even expected, but there was something about them returning to work, having a little more 'normal' in their lives than the move and coming back together with your ex and all that made her anxious about what would happen.

Of course she knew that sometimes things happened, people worked late all the time or they got caught up in something, went out with friends or family and it didn't mean the end of the world, and a million other things but it felt like tonight had so much weight behind it. She didn't know how or when this weird feeling in the pit of her stomach would go away but she figured it wasn't bound to overnight.

Hearing him say he was on his way home, then having him walk through the door and wrap his arms back around her at least helped for this particular evening. He was here and that's what mattered today.

Buffy had just turned the stove back off when her pulled her back against him, his lips teasing down the side of her neck. "Starved," he muttered, his voice low, making her entire body start to hum. "I've missed you."

Buffy's eyes closed as she melted into him, his hands resting on her enlarged stomach before daring to explore the rest of her.

It wasn't long before she felt her dress being unzipped, Angel's hands helping slide the soft material from her shoulders, and how it felt lowering until the discarded clothing pooled at her bare feet.

"Dinner's going to have to wait," Angel whispered close to her ear.

"Is that so?"

"Well, I do have a deep desire to place you on that table instead."

Her hands tangled with his over her stomach as their baby wiggled around. This morning Angel had laid there mesmerized by the small bumps and rolls, it had made them almost half an hour later than what they would have already been, but she didn't care, she wouldn't have traded a second of it. Seeing him excited about the pregnancy, about the baby, loving the way his hands always seemed to find their way to her growing belly when she least expected it, all of it was a big part of why she found herself falling for this husband of hers just a little further each day.

"Mmm," she spun in his arms so her lips could tease back at him, blazing their own trail up his neck, back to him. "I think I might be a little too pregnant for that right now," she grinned up at him, even after all this time, every once in while she still found herself shocked at the way he towered over her, completely encompassing her small form as though he could wrap his arms around her, trapping her there forever.

'Challenge accepted' Angel thought, hauling her up into his arms. She might be eight months pregnant, but she was still a tiny little thing, in no way was she too big for their mahogany table to hold. He felt her tense again, and he hated that she could even think he might drop her. She may be a solid twenty pounds heavier, but that was nothing, and over the years he'd held her in much more difficult positions without ever hurting her. "Relax," he found himself whispering in her ear for the third night in a row. "I'd never let anything happen to you," he promised, brushing his lips against hers as he sat her on the tables edge.

As he'd known it would be, work was nothing short of torture. He was terrible in court, nearly embarrassed himself in front of the judge, mixed up a couple of his case numbers, then to top it all off two of his cases had been reassigned to Thursday which was always a heavy day as it was. Normally after a day like today he would be drowning his frustrations over a nice bottle of scotch, but not this day. No, that taste of her had been calling to him all day. All he could think about, all he could see was her spread out before him. The way she felt those few seconds she guided his hard cock between her folds, how badly he wanted to enter, how easy it would have been.

Her nimble hands were already working his tie, expertly ridding him of the garment before going to work with the buttons on his shirt. Yanking on the lapels she freed the material from his slacks so she could push it down over his broad shoulders. She tried to reason with herself, telling herself that this behavior was perfectly acceptable given their circumstances, even if they were supposed to be going slow.

Though, the truth of the matter was that she was slipping in a bad bad way. She'd spent the majority of her day, basically every moment she wasn't giving a lesson, getting lost in the fantasy of being with him again. Of truly feeling him fill her the way that only he could, how he would feel inside of her now that she was pregnant, but not only that, he was her husband despite the mess they'd found themselves in she missed that connection even if it was their kryptonite.

His fingertips hooked in the small strip of elastic beneath the lace of her panties, sliding them around the smooth curve of her ass he took a small step back to work them off her ankles. "I love you," she whispered, looking at him almost like she used to, before he screwed everything up. He loved seeing that look on her face, but it also fucking cut him up.

"I love you more," he promised, dropping a single kiss to the inside of her knee.

His palms crawled up her thighs as she instinctively wrapped her legs around him, hooking her ankles the best she could. Wrapping one of his large hands around her neck, his fingers tangled in her hair he tugged her even closer to him. Capturing her lips, his tongue slipped inside the pink seam just as she gasped his name.

She felt his talented fingers working the snap of her bra easily flicking the clasp, he let it fall to the floor below their feet. Cupping her swollen mounds, the pads of his thumbs teased her over sensitive nipples while he guided her back against the hard wood. "See," he whispered, running his hands down her swollen abdomen, pausing to kiss his new favorite curve just below her belly button. "Nothing to worry about."

His arms wrapped around her thighs, he pulled her closer to the edge as he sunk down to his knees between her creamy thighs. Guiding each of them over his shoulders, one hand splayed across her active stomach holding her steady as his tongue slid out to taste the sweet nectar that had been plaguing his senses all damn day.

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Her hands clenched at his arms, his hair, the damn sides of the table, nothing was safe. A fine sheen of sweat glistened across her body, her legs shook and trembled around him, he'd already pushed her into oblivion twice and he wasn't showing any signs of letting up. His long digits slipped lazily in and out of her wet heat, easing that aching empty feeling just enough to keep her from tears.

Her own hands squeezed her breasts as his warm lips circled her overly sensitive clit once more. Letting out a small gasp, she vehemently shook her head while chanting his name. "I can't, I can't, it's too much, I just can't," she rushed out even though her hips were already back to meeting his thrust.

He certainly hadn't intended for this to turn into some marathon, but in all honesty he couldn't think of a single thing he'd rather be doing. He wasn't sure if it was due to nearly losing her, being away from her for so long, knowing she was pregnant with his child, or a culmination of it all, but he was almost positive he was bordering nymphomaniac status. There weren't enough hours in the day to cover everything he wanted to do with this goddess of his.

Her thighs locked around his head again, she was teetering right on the edge of bliss all over again. His neglected cock twitched and throbbed painfully within the confines of his trousers, he was dangerously close to embarrassing himself and making a damn mess in his pants like some inexperienced teenager.

He'd just managed to free his rigid flesh, his own palm gliding over the taught angry skin when he heard her soft pleas, begging to touch him. He smirked against her, she always had a way of knowing just what he needed.

Buffy moaned his name again as his lips pressed against her inner thigh once, then twice, before he slowly started to get back up to his feet. His fingers worked on pushing the rest of his clothing out of the way, finding Buffy's tangled up as well not long after he had stood.

A low growl came from within as she finally reached out for him, his pants finally fallen down to his ankles, her slender fingers grasping with just the right amount of force he was desperately craving right about now. The image of her back sitting to the edge of the table before him, blonde hair touseled, skin flushed, one hand wrapped around him while the other gripped at the table behind her to try and keep some sort of balance, that needy look written all across her face was nearly enough to be his undoing.

Stepping a hair closer to the table and to her, he captured her lips with his own, unsure of who was leading or who was more desperate as they locked up together. His hands shot to her hips as hers worked him with absolutely no mercy, they both knew there was only going to be so long before it was all too damn much to take, his body moving all on its own accord seeking more of her.

"I can't," she barely made out as his hands slipped from her hips to the inside of her thighs again, one thumb making its way back to her swollen bundle of nerves. "Angel," she moaned, her chest heaving, fingers tightening against him, drawing him even closer to her.

Angel felt his knees nearly give way as Buffy's legs spread further apart, her hand guiding her back to her center all over again. The tip of his manhood felt the rush of her silkiness, the warmth calling him to, as her hand continued to quickly slide up and down his length. The only thought he could seem to settle on was how badly he wanted to replace the feel of her small hand with the inner walls of her body clenching around him.

"Angel," Buffy panted, her lips might have repeatedly told him she couldn't take any more but her body rocked against him, needing another push over that edge into utter bliss. "I need more," she practically cried.

"More what?" he asked, his own eyes trying to roll into the back of his head.

"You. I need you," she rushed out.

Swallowing hard, he ground out that he made a promise to her about this and he was already having the damnedest time holding his end of that deal. Obviously, in that moment back at the condo he really had no idea what he was going to be walking into.

"You promised about not letting me touch you... until I said I wanted to, that you would remain controlled and wouldn't let anything I didn't want to happen, well, happen..."

"Yes... but I still don't think you're ready for us to-"

Buffy's hips twitched every which way against his hand. "It's not sex," she rushed out. "I just need... I need more, I need you, I need to feel you," she told him, her face looking close to painful with her desperation.

Swallowing again, his mind raced with a million things it seemed at once. All he wanted was to feel her around him but he didn't want to rush this either. Maybe it didn't make sense with everything else they were doing, simply not having sex wasn't really going to tell them if they could make it work or not, but he knew where she was coming from at the same time and wanted to respect her wishes on everything. He really wasn't sure what was right or wrong in this moment and part of him had a hard time even caring.

As one hand continued to tease her, the other wrapped around hers, together moving against him faster and faster until he felt a familiar boiling. Releasing quickly, his hand shot back out to Buffy, pulling her closer as he began to push further into her depths.

"Oh, God," Buffy screamed, her knees trying to lock around him when he was halfway there, her body trembling head to toe, sharp nails digging into his arm and shoulder.

She seemed to squeeze around him so tight he wasn't sure he would even make it all the way in at first, it felt like a lifetime when really it couldn't have been more than a few moments though before he was seated completely inside of his wife and that winding up being the final straw for what he could take right now. It had been too damn long without this.

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Buffy could have almost started laughing at the sheer panic that crossed over Angel's handsome features as she started crying. Her arms shot back out to him to pull him near and she barely managed to shake her head as she hurried to promise him everything was okay.

"Did I hurt you?"

"No," she hurried out. "No, not at all."

"We shouldn't have done that," came next, that frown only growing deeper, as was that scared look taking over.

"No, Angel... I don't... I don't regret that, it wasn't wrong, I'm not hurt. Maybe emotional and crazy though. I just... I missed you, I missed feeling you like that, feeling like I'm really yours..."

"Whether I'm inside of your body at the time or not, you're mine as long as you want to be."

"I know," she tried to smile at him. "It's just... I miss a lot, I have for a long time."

Angel's face softened a bit though he looked more sad all of a sudden than ready to have a heart attack or something. His hand reached out to cup her cheek gently, "Me, too, Beautiful. I have no idea how I even survived a second without you or how I thought I could go on without being with you and I just never want to have to figure it all out again. I want to give you absolutely anything you want and need, I just want to be with you for the rest of my life, Buffy."

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Splashing some water on her face and lightly against her chest and top of her shoulders, Buffy couldn't help but smile shyly and shake her head at the image of herself in the mirror. Her entire body still felt like it was tingling, the tiny little human growing inside of her obviously all wound up too, hits and kicks, rolls happening all over the place in there it felt like.

She could still feel him inside of her and while it seemed to fix that endless empty feeling she had - at the time - she knew it was probably just another slippery slope because she was craving that feeling already all over again. How perfectly he felt inside of her, how badly she'd missed that aspect of what was their lives for so long, how she wanted more...

"You better get a grip woman," she whispered out loud to her reflection. Much to her surprise Angel seemed to be doing a whole hell of a lot better at this taking things slow bit. That man's resolve was most definitely second to none. Meanwhile here she was a giant hormonal mess that couldn't decide from one second to the next what lines were okay to cross, and even though she'd practically begged him earlier, not that she'd gotten a little preview of what it felt like coming back together, she knew it probably wouldn't be long until they found themselves back in the same position.