"You're going to be the death of me," Angel whispered. The last few hours had dragged on like nothing he'd ever experienced before, and the car ride home was nothing but torture - especially with traffic being backed up and making it take an extra half hour to make it back.
Angel quickly removed his jacket, tie, and undid the top few buttons of his shirt as well. Standing behind Buffy, he nipped lightly at her ear, placed random open-mouth kisses down the side of her neck after she helped move her long blonde locks to the side and tilted her head some to expose more of the perfect column of skin.
His hands moved down the back of the dress she had on, gave her perfect mounds a quick squeeze, then slipped underneath the soft material. His hand felt lace and he wondered if this was something new she bought earlier. "What are you doing?" Buffy questioned before he got the chance to ask.
He didn't answer her, instead he kissed her shoulder while hooking thumbs into the sides of her panties and sliding them down.
"What are you doing?" she repeated.
"Mmm, you'll see," he murmured, getting low to the ground.
Buffy looked down at him as he maneuvered until he was in the positioned he wanted, his back against the door of the currently unused oven, his mouth level with her sex. "You can't do that right now!" she told him, her eyes wide. "I'm cooking here, you know!"
"I'm not stopping you," he told her.
He wasted no time in pulling her a step closer, his neck bending back slightly as his mouth met her soft lips. She shook against him as his lips wrapped around her clit and began to suck on her. Having an up close and personal live stream video of her getting off earlier had his mind on nothing else but wanting to touch and taste her, feel her tremble uncontrollably against him.
The video call was amazing, but it would never compare to the real thing in a million years.
"Angel," Buffy moaned, one of her hands flew to a small cleared off space of the counter and the other fumbled to turn the burner of the stove off. He figured that was probably a smart and safer move but he hadn't cared about such at the time, all he cared about was touching her.
It was a miracle he hadn't blown a load into his pants at work today watching her, he wasn't going to tempt it a second time. With one hand of his own, he freed his very angry cock from the confines of his pants and began to stroke himself in unison.
Buffy's hips moved against his face, unfinished pleas falling from her lips as the orgasm hit. His own body felt like it could almost relax from getting what he'd wanted for hours now.
Feeling the familiar pooling in his groin, Angel quickly pulled Buffy down to him, practically impaling her small body on to his dick just in time to empty his seed up into her. "Jesus, yes," she breathed heavily. "Always do that."
He tried to chuckle but the lack of oxygen going to his lungs made that rather difficult.
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Telling him she was trying to better her chances of getting pregnant, Buffy had refused to let him get up until his legs were nearly numb. He figured he had that coming with that little last minute decision though.
Finally heading upstairs to get himself cleaned up, Angel flipped on the light, and his eyes drifted to the sink full of ruined condoms. "What in the hell, Buffy?" he shouted down, loud enough that he knew she heard him.
"I have no idea what you're going on about!" she yelled back up.
"The hell you don't," he muttered. He rolled his eyes and cleaned the mess she'd made up before turning the water in the sink on.
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By the time he returned back downstairs, she was sitting at the kitchen island, having already divided the spaghetti into two bowls. "Mmm, smells delicious," he said, taking his seat next to her.
He watched her out of the corner of his eye, she kept hesitating like she wanted to say something, but she didn't know how to bring it up. After the third time he finally sat his fork down. "What is it?"
Nervously she chewed her bottom lip between her teeth, she really didn't want to bring it up out of fear that he would change his mind, but this wasn't exactly something they could ignore. "Well," she swallowed, attempting to clear her throat.
The way she was acting was beginning to make him nervous, "Hey," he whispered, reaching for hand. "You know you can tell me anything," he kissed her fingers, assuredly.
Buffy looked up from where she had been studying the pattern of her spaghetti noodles. "Okay, it's just that, here lately, we've been using less and less protection."
Angel eyed her warily. "I'm confused."
Shaking her head, she couldn't help but chuckle. "No, I'm not complaining," she said, locking eyes with him. "I was just wondering if you were open to the idea of really trying. Like, I didn't know if you were really okay with this," she was beginning to ramble. "I just don't want… I just want this to be what you want too," looking back down she stared at her stomach.
"Ya know, a baby, now."
She really was going to be the death of him, though it may be one of his more pleasurable options. Shrugging his shoulders, he dropped her hand to pick back up his fork before answering. "I guess, you kind of sliced and diced the last of my stash anyway."
Buffy just stared at him stunned, how was this the same man from a couple weeks ago. "Angel, You can't just I Guess this. This is something we can't go back on, its serious. It's going to result in a child, our child." Looking back over to her, he noticed that her voice was starting to get that high pitched squeak it had when she panicked.
Standing from his chair, he turned her around, pulling her to him as he wrapped his arms around her. Now he was really confused. "I thought this was what you wanted, Llove," he softly spoke, resting his chin on her head.
Sniffling, she wiped at the tears that escaped from her eyes. "It is, I just want to make sure it's what you want too. I don't want you to feel like I'm forcing you."
Tilting his head slightly, so that he could see her, he too wiped away a stray tear that had fallen. "Forcing me?"
She blew out a frustrated breath, "Yes Angel, forcing you. You were dead set against having a baby a few weeks ago, and now you're purposely… not that I'm complaining," she said pointing a finger at him. "Impaling me, so that you can come inside me. I'm going to get pregnant."
He could see the panic swimming in her eyes, he was beginning to understand what was going on now. "I wasn't dead set against it. I just thought it would be better for us to wait," he paused, taking a second to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "But, we're literally talking a matter of weeks, and like you said we haven't exactly been being careful. I want a baby with you Buffy, I always have. You're not forcing me to do anything."
She was still crying, but now she was smiling too. Angel briefly thought about how the hormones were supposed to start after she got pregnant. "So, we're really doing this?"
Instead of answering her, he pulled her up to him, crushing his lips to hers. She responded immediately, her tongue tasting, teasing his own. Sliding his hands down her hips, he lifted her up and spun her around to sit on the island.
When the need for air finally forced them to break away, Angel pulled back just enough to whisper over her lips."Let's make a baby."
Hearing those words come from his mouth made her chest ache, she loved him so damn much. "I'm scared," she had answered just as quietly.
The reality of the situation they were putting themselves in had really begun to get to her the last few days. She guessed his complacency and seeing Darla earlier, had just made it all the more real.
One of Angel's hands came up under her chin, his fingers lifting her eyes back to his own. "We're going to figure this out," he said softly as he touched his lips to hers again, "Together,".
"Okay," she whispered between kisses, nodding her head. The irony of the situation was not lost on him, she had practically been begging to try for a baby since they got back together. Now here they were, she was a mess, and he was strangely calm. It was honestly more of a relief to give in now, than to continue to try and wait another month or two. Besides, he had discovered that trying to impregnate your wife could be really, really fun. Well, his future wife.
Slowly the panic within her began to subside, Angel abandoned her lips, nipping and sucking a hot trail down her neck. It was like a switch had flipped in his brain, they were really trying for a baby. He couldn't believe this was real, how many times had he imagined this scenario in his mind. He was suddenly a man possessed, he needed to be inside of her, to claim her again.
Her ass bounced on the counter top as Angel's hands grabbed her, lifting her just enough to pull her dress over her hips. Reaching between them, she quickly undid the remaining buttons on his shirt, pushing it over his shoulders. Kissing the skin as it was exposed, she traced an imaginary line from his neck, to his chest, across his clavicle, to his shoulder and back again. She wanted to taste all of him, she still couldn't believe that this was real. Their second chance, it was just too perfect.
Raising her arms, she helped him pull her dress over her head, thankful that she had neglected a bra when she decided on it earlier. Unbuttoning his pants, she pushed them down, along with his underwear as far as she was able too. His cock once again swollen and angry, free from its confines, pulsed within her hand as her her fingers gripped him. Gently stroking the single drop of moisture that leaked from his purple head, she gripped him more firmly as she began to work him base to tip.
His hips jerked towards her involuntarily as he scooted her to the edge of the counter. Once again he grabbed onto the straps of her lacy underwear, pulling them down her thighs, discarding them somewhere on the floor. His fingers instantly returned to her center, his thumb circling her clit, intent on driving her mad. He wanted her to experience the same level of need he had felt all day.
Buffy's free hand gripped painfully onto the lip of the counter top, her hips moving in all different directions... side to side, lifting off the island and then swiveling back down. "Angel," she panted breathlessly. The hand on his aching and ready manhood desperately trying to pull him to her center.
Angel gently removed her nimble fingers before grabbing at her hips, bringing her to the very edge of the counter. He kissed her quickly before bending until his face was once more buried between her creamy thighs, his tongue taking place of his fingers. His tongue flicked at her throbbing clit, then he would circle back down into the hottest part of her body and not for the first time he wondered if it was possible to get drunk on the taste of someone.
With every movement, she whimpered, begged and thrashed against him until he felt the flow of her warm honey flood his tongue. He lapped up her sweet juice until he couldn't wait any longer to be inside of her again.
Standing, Angel hooked her legs up onto his shoulders and positioned himself at her entrance. Buffy braced her hands behind her, spread against the counter and he grabbed handfuls of her bare hips once more and began to move in and out of her slick heat.
When unable to hold herself up any longer, Buffy laid flat on the cool countertop, her hands going to her bouncing breasts, pulling and pinching at her taut nipples. Her eyes were half closed, "Fuck me," being recited as if a chant in a near whisper as he thrust harder time after time. "Fuck me," she cried, followed by the near hiccup sounding breath before cycling through it again.
He was sure he would never in a million years time he would never have enough of this.
"Look at me," he whispered at her. Angel shifted slightly so he could hold her up with one hand under her ass and near the small of her back, the other returning to her sensitive little button. Her eyes were dark and cloudy, full of lust and need.
"I love you," she whispered as he felt her clench around him.
Mere seconds passed before he felt scorching heat in his groin, bliss taking control of everything around him. Her legs shook, one falling off his shoulder. She squeezed her breasts hard once more and he felt like his legs could almost give out from under him, too.
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Buffy chewed on her bottom lip as she looked at herself in the mirror. She fluffed her hair, an obvious sign of their love making right there. Her face was still flushed out, lingering wetness remained between her legs.
Buffy couldn't help but turn to the side and get another look at herself, her mind trying to bring up an image of her full with child. Her hand rubbed her lean stomach and she made a silent wish to the heavens above that if she wasn't already carrying Angel's son or daughter that hopefully it wouldn't be long until she was.
She broke out into a small laugh to herself as she thought about how he was truly okay with this. Angel was on board with them making a whole new person together.
She thought how she truly never looked happier than ever right then.
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Angel had warmed their food back up but they'd only managed to get about halfway through the meal before clothes were a tangled mess on the floor once again. All it had taken was one look from him and she was there, in his chair, in his lap moments later. Their mouths met and she could feel him harden against her.
Quickly, she unbuttoned his pants, unzipped them and reached inside to get exactly what she needed. Angel hooked a thumb into the crotch of her underwear and pulled it over to the side enough for him to make his way back inside of her, both of them releasing a sigh of pleasure and relief at the contact. She gripped the back of his chair to help balance as she rode him.
Angel growled and all but ripped the lacy garment off of her when it dared trying to slip in the way. With one hand he lifted her up and the other dragged the now-stretched piece of garment off of her and tossed it to the side. Buffy whined at the sudden loss of his dick inside of her, feeling incredibly empty without it. He stood, flipped her over and next went her dress. Buffy watched it hit the ground not even an inch away from her panties just as he bent her over and returned to fucking her senseless.
Buffy gave up trying to keep pace with him. She just grabbed at the counter the best she could and enjoyed the damn ride.
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Accepting clothes were useless for now, Buffy left everything right where they were. Before the night came to a close Angel had left his scattered all over the living room after taking her on the couch, they'd gone a round in the shower and once more in bed.
She didn't think it was possible to feel this drained in her whole life, but it was the best reason to feel such.
Pulling the blanket as high as she could without covering her face, Buffy curled up to the perfect, naked man beside her. "Mmm, if you're looking for more you're just gonna have to give me a minute," he told her, his eyes closed.
Buffy laughed lightly. "I think me and my bits here need some recovering," she assured him.
"Mmm," he muttered and kissed the top of her head. She was pretty sure that he was passed out just seconds later. Pillowing her head on his chest, she closed her eyes and listened to the steady sound of his breathing and his heartbeat.
As tired as she felt her own self, sleep didn't come as fast. But she didn't mind... her thoughts drifted back to being in the hospital and seeing "her husband" for the "first" time, to how she felt during the whole period where she didn't know who she even was anymore. She thought back to when the memories hit her, to going to LA to see Angel and agreeing to try this out between them again. She thought over the time they'd been together so far.
She couldn't believe how far they had come in all this time, how far they had come since shit had hit the fan and she nearly lost him for good.
Buffy yawned and felt sleepier as the minutes ticked by. Her mind drifted a little off track back to earlier today at the mall. She thought of all the cute baby stuff she wanted to just have one of everything of and began to imagine the future face of a little baby girl or little baby boy. She daydreamed until they turned into actual dreams of decorating a nursery, cute ways in which she might use to tell Angel when she found out there was a bun in her oven, baby names...
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Angel hadn't been to the office since the day Buffy had seen Darla last week. However he was taking his new job title of Father to be, extremely serious. Buffy only thought that she had been trying to seduce Angel before they decided to officially try for a baby, but now that man was showing her the definition of true stamina.
She had to admit that it made her heart swell knowing how vested he too was in this new adventure, but damn. A girl needed her beauty rest at some point. It's not like she wanted him to back off or anything, but she definitely wouldn't object to a solid 6 hours of sleep.
She was exceptionally tired today, since she had to work at the pre-school this morning. Though she wouldn't trade the hours she got to spend with those kids for the world, she was even thinking about taking on more hours after the wedding.
The wedding that she couldn't believe was now only six weeks away. Thankfully her and Angel had toured the grounds of their previous wedding location, and secured the outdoor Gazebo for their nuptials. They still had a to-do list a mile long, but it was a start. They still needed to find a photographer, and she still needed a dress, Angel had yet to pick a restaurant for their dinner reception, and she had no idea what his plans were for a tux. Frankly, they still had a lot to do, with very little time, it was times like now that Vegas didn't sound so bad.
Pulling into the driveway she was shocked to see Xander's truck parked out front. Approaching the house with caution, she wasn't sure if she would find them laughing or boxing. When she walked through the door and didn't immediately see anyone she wasn't sure what to think, until she heard a string of curses coming from upstairs.
Taking the steps two at a time, worried that they may be trying to kill each other, she stopped dead in her tracks when she reached the doorway to Angel's former office. Except it no longer seemed to be his former office, a new desk sat assembled in front of her, his laptop and printer already in place. A couple of bookshelves were off to the right, and currently Xander and Angel were attempting to hang shelves on the opposite wall… Together.
"Wow guys this looks amazing."
Both Angel and Xander spun around, neither having heard her come in. "The Buffster," Xander shouted as he walked over to pull her into a hug. "I hear you're a working girl now, how were the little gremlins?"
Pushing him away, she rolled her eyes, "It was great actually, and they're not gremlins Xander. They're kids."
Having returned to the shelf he was working on, he merely glanced over his shoulder towards, "Is there a difference? I will never understand why people want to procreate," he shuddered as he grabbed his drill to screw in the last few bolts.
Buffy and Angel just shared a look at his comment, neither of them ready to share something so personal. She was sure Xander would change his mind one day, once him and Cordelia finally settled down. Their day would come, she was certain.
Angel walked up to Buffy, and pulled her into his arms. "I missed you," he whispered just before touching his lips to hers. The sound of Xander clearing his throat once again broke them apart, she guessed that was better than a gag. Leaning up on her tiptoes, she placed one more quick kiss to Angel's lips, "I think I'm going to take a nap, I'm exhausted," she spoke over the sound of Xanders drill.
Grateful that Xander was here to keep Angel occupied for a few hours, at least she could count on a couple hours of uninterrupted sleep. She didn't even care that their bed was still torn apart from their multiple bouts of love making this morning. As soon as she got to their room, she immediately stripped, picking up one of Angel's discarded shirts she slipped it over her head, before crawling into bed.
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Angel didn't think that Xander was ever going to leave, he thought as he headed up to their room. It was late and Buffy still hadn't woken up, the thought of pregnancy briefly crossed his mind but he didn't dare hope. Not this soon.
After they finished setting up his office, Angel had checked in on Buffy who was still lightly snoring in their bed. Starving, he placed an order for pizza while Xander turned the game on downstairs.
They spent the next several hours cheering on their respective teams while sharing a few beers. As he had expected it was Xander, so the conversation remained pretty light. Thankfully his team had won, he really didn't want to have to suffer through Xander's snoopy dance of triumph again. He wasn't ready to call Xander a friend again, but they were working towards it. He definitely appreciated his help today, now that he had a fully functional office again he would need to travel to Los Angeles even less.
Creeping up the stairs, he stripped down to his boxers before crawling into bed and pulling her still sleeping form to him. Spooned behind her, he gently slid his hand under his shirt to lightly rub her belly. Letting his thoughts drift to the possibilities of the future, he had been trying to decide which he would prefer a boy or a girl. Of course he would be happy with whichever they were blessed with, but his heart kept whispering about little pink bows and tutus. Hell who was he kidding, if they did have a girl he knew he wouldn't stand a chance, especially if she looked anything like her momma.
Placing a kiss to the crown of Buffy's head, he softly whispered, "I love you, beautiful," before he too drifted off to sleep.
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