Pulling up to the house that small flutter of excitement she'd been feeling all day, suddenly morphed into a swarm of butterflies as her husband came into view. Unfortunately for her, there seemed to be people everywhere, even outside. Angel had told her that it was going to be a busy day, he had been trying to get as much done as quickly as possible in order to get the house ready, so there were days he would have multiple contractors out… and apparently this was one of them.

Easing into the spot next to the plumber's van, she grinned as she watched him start to approach, clearly surprised to see her.

"Hey," he whispered, wasting no time pulling her against him once she was up and out of the car.

She twined her fingers around his neck, "Hey," she smiled standing on her tiptoes, softly brushing her lips against his.

"Where's Lindsay?" He asked once they broke apart, noticing her empty car seat in the back of the vehicle.

She grinned, as she tried to refrain from telling him right there and then. "She's with Lindsey, last I checked they were bonding over country music."

It was Angel's turn to smile, "He playing the guitar for her again?"

"Mmhmm," she murmured, suddenly distracted by the way he was pinning her against the car. "I need to tell you something."

Abandoning the trail he'd only just begun along the side of her neck, he pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. As much as he tried to fight it, a tiny bubble of panic swelled inside of him, a small part of him still terrified she was going to end up changing her mind about all of this. "It's good news, I swear ," she whispered, trying to ease that scared look he was trying so hard to hide in those dark eyes of his.

"Okay," he said slowly, his tone cautious.

Buffy tugged at her bottom lip with her teeth for a moment. "I kind of need to tell you in private though." She was pretty sure she wasn't above just stripping naked right here and now and going to town with him, but it wasn't exactly the top of her to do list either.

Angel stared at her strangely for another moment before looking behind him, around at the commotion going on about the house, as everyone was trying to get things done here. "Uhh.. well..." he let out, trying to think of a less populated area of the house. "Everyone's mostly upstairs right now fixing things up in there or out here..." he trailed off.

Buffy linked her fingers up with his, pulling him toward the house. She smiled easily at a few of the men she'd remembered from earlier days as they passed, continuing on inside the house. After quickly looking around she just decided on the closest room with a door and practically made a mad dash in its direction.

Raising an eyebrow as Buffy pulled him inside, Angel's eyes followed her movements as she closed and locked the door behind them, her body closing in on his. "Hi there," she drawled out playfully. "I missed you."

"Hi?" he echoed. "You seem like you're in a good mood," he commented. "Should I be worried?" he half joked.

Buffy smacked at his shoulder. "No, no worrying. Like I said... I have some news."

"Uh huh."

Buffy's fingertips danced down the front of his shirt, down the front of his pants, teasing him through the rough material. Angel's eyes darkened as she grew bolder with her taunts before undoing his top button and easing down the zipper of the jeans he had on. As her fingers wrapped around him the best they could, she nearly shook right then and there at the mere idea that he could finally be inside of her body once again.

As Angel yanked her to him, his lips devouring hers, she gasped, her hands continuing to explore him.

Angel groaned loudly as they parted. "You're going to be the death of me one of these days."

Buffy smirked, leaning into him. "Mmm, right... Where were we? That little tidbit of good news I came to share?"

"Something like that. Though this right here is much more appealing to focus on."

She nipped along the side of his throat, stroking him harder. "You might want to rethink that. See, I had a surprise doctor visit today," she whispered. As the words floated around his head, he finally stared at her, confusion and a little bit of worry clouding his dark eyes. "I was given a clean bill of health," she continued. "I am free to resume in my normal, day to day activities... and all that..."

Angel swallowed hard. "Does that happen to include..."

She nodded and it almost felt like his legs were going to give out for a moment. Spinning them around, her back pressed back into the door, Angel's body pinning her in place which only made her moan from the contact. "I need you," she gasped, her hips grinding against his erection.

Angel groaned. "If Lindsey will continue on with the babysitting for awhile longer I will happily find the closest hotel or motel or bed and breakfast or whatever I can find that we can go to-"

Buffy shook her head at him. "I need you right now, Angel," she whispered, having zero interest in waiting any longer for them to be intimate again. She couldn't do it. It had been too long, too much had happened, and she just needed to be whole, to have that final puzzle piece fall into place with crossing out her deep seeded worries about the two of them.

His eyes peeked around the nearly bare spare bedroom they had holed up in. "This isn't exactly the picture of romance and longing in here, Beautiful."

"I don't care, Angel. It's you and me. And it's in our home, and it's now," she assured him. "Now is very good."

He didn't look so convinced though. His body obviously was ripped and ready to go, but she knew he wanted to make this new "first time" together special in all the ways. She understood that and respected that, but sometimes the theatrics just weren't needed.

"Are you sure?"

Instead of answering him with words this time, her hands criss crossed against one another at the bottom of her snug tee-shirt, pulling it off of her body. His eyes took in her every movement as she stripped herself naked, then hurried to help him rid himself of all the unwanted garments he still had on as well.

Angel carried her over to the large built in desk and shelves that were above it along the side of one of the walls. She leaned back on her palms, her legs spreading further around his build. Angel's hands tangled up in her hair, his lips crushing against hers as his own fingertips began to roam. Her chest arched deeper into his touch, her sensitive nipples making her body twitch as he teased her.

Dancing down her stomach, his hands extended out to come rest atop of her hips. "I love you," he whispered. "And maybe it is wrong and selfish but there are no words to explain how much I have missed you, being with you... with no restrictions, how we both need one another..."

"I know," she said to him softly. "It's nothing short of torture," she barely got out before she felt his fingers slip down further, entering her body, easing the ache inside of her just a little. Her head tipped back, accepting the current relief.

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Not above begging and pleading at this point, but thankful Angel seemed to take the hint before she got too far gone, she panted out that there was just one other thing.

"Mmm? And what's that, my love?"

She made a face at him. "Well... we're supposed to use condoms," she muttered. "You know, until the birth control pills start actually working."

Angel stared at her like she was crazy. "And you didn't think to tell me this before we got to this position?" he asked, half amused but mostly just feeling desperate to be one with this damn woman again. "I very much do not have a single condom on me or anywhere near here," he muttered.

"I figured," she whispered back to him. "And while you know that I loathe using them with all that I have... I did pick a package up," she told him, making another unhappy face at the idea. "One is back over there in the back pocket of my shorts." His eyes drifted over to the pile of clothes now all tangled together on the floor near the doorway. "But... but I should also voice the fact that I still hate them and I know it's incredibly risky but a big part of me doesn't even want the smallest thing between us."

Angel slowly shifted his focus back to her, she would wait until he was basically poised at her entrance to bring this up. "That's one hell of risk there beautiful." He loved his daughter more than anything in this world, but he was fucking no where ready to go through any of it again.

"I know," Buffy mumbled, as her thighs rolled, his angry shaft slipping against her sensitive folds. "I just need to feel you," she panted, trying to draw him closer. Her lips once again began nipping up his shoulder, his neck, basically anywhere that she could reach. "We can use them okay, just not right now, not this time," she pleaded against his skin.

He often wondered if there was anything he wouldn't do for this damn woman, not that he had much fight left regarding the matter, it was a losing battle, that little creation they'd made was living proof. Gripping her hair, he pulled her back to him, crushing his lips back against hers while his hands dug into her thighs, silently urging her to wrap her legs around him.

There was no way he was going to be able to hold this position, his entire being was already trembling with need, too worried that the desk may break he wrapped her safely in his arms as he guided them both to the floor. Taking care not to completely crush her, he braced his arms on either side of her as he positioned himself back at her entrance.

"I love you," he managed to whisper again, before the ability to form words all but escaped him as he pressed forward, sheathing himself in her tight warmth, her inner walls clinging onto him, forcing all the air from his lungs.

His arms gave a bit as he fell forward capturing her lips again, "Don't move," he breathed against her, desperately trying to grasp onto whatever fragments of his control he could before it all slipped away. It had been too fucking long, he'd nearly let himself forget how absolutely perfect she was. How when he was inside of her the whole rest of the world, the entire universe melted away, how nothing seemed to matter except filling her, and how he could never seem to bury himself quite deep enough no matter how many different positions they tried.

She didn't want things to be over before they really started but no matter what she told her body, it didn't listen, her hips twisting and rolling against him all on their very own. "Please," she panted, incapable of filling her lungs. A fine sheen of sweat already dusting her brow, the night before Lindsay was born had been everything she needed, but she had still been nine months pregnant, her movement limited, she'd forgotten how seamlessly they came together when there wasn't a baby in the way.

"You feel…" she groaned against his ear, incapable of expressing how complete he made her.

He pinned one of her hands above them, "I know," he murmured, his need for friction overcoming him.

Her hips rising to meet his every thrust, he was almost positive they were being too rough, but it was most certainly out of his hands. He no longer cared if someone walked in, if they caught a glimpse of them through the window, or it didn't fucking matter. Nothing did, nothing ever would again except for the feeling of her surrounding him.

She tightened her thighs, wrapping them around his strong waist as best she could. His fingers digging into the flesh of her hips, he held her steady while he flipped them over, gripping her ass he helped her rise only to force her back again, his eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head everytime she fully sheathed him.

Growing desperate, she fell over him, grinding her hips in all different directions, silently begging him to push her over that edge she hovered on. His groin heavy and tight he rolled her back beneath him, resting his weight on one of his elbows. Clashing their lips together again, he slid a hand between their bodies, making sure to brush over her pebbled nipple, he gave her sensitive mound a gentle squeeze before snaking down further.

Her muscles coiled tightly, stars exploded the moment he rolled her swollen clit between his fingers. She wasn't even aware of the sounds coming from her as she frantically met his hips before losing all control, the immense pleasure nearly suffocating her.

He tried to hold on, if they were making love for the first time on the damm floor, then he at least wanted to make it last, but there was no way. He was too consumed by her, he'd let himself fall too far past that point of no return, and when he felt her inner walls coiling around him he lost what small pieces of hope he had left. Collapsing on top of her, he sought her lips as he felt himself begin to utterly explode within her.

Reality floating back to him, and afraid he was going to crush her, he rolled the side some, knowing there was no way he could bare his own weight right now, his arms completely listless around her. "I-I fucking missed you," he breathed, resting his head against the slope of her neck, still not believing they'd made it so long without this.

She nodded, still gasping, trying to fill her lungs, her fingers clutching at his arm in an effort to hold him closer. "I lo-love y-you," she finally managed, already missing the feel of him inside her.

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With great reluctance they had each pulled away from each other long enough to find their clothes. They had been quickly working their way towards round two when each of their phones began to ring, one right after the other. They had each shared a smile, because he wouldn't be Lindsey if he didn't call them right then.

Apparently the baby only had a few ounces of milk left and Lindsey being Lindsey was damn near panicking. Angel tried to tell him she would be fine until they got there, but that only sent him into some tailspin about what in the hell they were doing together in the first place. Eventually Angel got him calmed down enough to work his way off the phone, but only after promising that they were on their way.

Not wanting to be away from her for even a minute right now, he locked his car up and went over some last minute things with the workers before taking the keys from her fingers. Not willing to risk anything on this day, and nowhere ready to trust the universes luck in regards to them.

Her hands stayed wrapped up around his even as he started the car, his only thoughts on how quick he could get them back there, to his room, in their bed. That little coupling they'd experienced together, nowhere near enough to assuage his craving for her.

Even now driving them back, he was having to talk himself down, absolutely starved for her touch. He glanced back over to the beautiful woman he planned to spend the rest of his forever with, and wanted nothing more than to pull this damn car over and prove that to her time and time again.

"I love you," she whispered, and he didn't doubt she knew exactly where his mind currently was. "I can't wait until we can actually move in to the house... a little more freedom and privacy and all..."

Angel chuckled, already picturing the hell Linds was going to give them between now and then. They already had enough trouble keeping their damn hands to themselves and now that they were free and clear to jump back into bed and continue on as their normal married selves... well... he was sure Lindsey was going to be scarred for life before long.

"It shouldn't be much longer, my love. Actually depending on how much work gets done today, I was thinking about maybe slowly moving some items over that we don't still need to use there at Lindsey's that are just sitting around in the garage or closets or whatever. Maybe we could start getting some furniture in place and little things like that here before long."

The gears started shifting in her mind and he knew they would both feel a lot better once they could really get a good start on this new little life they had planned. Staying with Lindsey was great but having their own space again was calling his name. Getting settled into a new house of their own, spending more time together, alone, and alone as just their little family, figuring out what they wanted to do next... it all sounded like heaven right now.

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After spending some time just loving up on the little one and after they got her off to a nap, Angel managed to get Lindsey off to the grocery store promising to make his favorite meal tonight if he would go buy the ingredients, and before Lindsey had even gotten out of the driveway Angel had Buffy off of her feet, carrying her to their bedroom.

Buffy giggled as Angel all but threw her off onto the bed and she started bouncing back up, but he quickly cut the sound off, his lips on hers as his body slinked its way up hers. Angel's hands slipped under the bottom edge of her shirt, just enjoying the warmth of her skin as he deepened the kiss. Buffy's body laid back against the softness under her, her arms circling around his neck, bringing Angel with her.

She felt his other hand start digging in her pocket and she quickly started to frown at him. She knew logically speaking that they needed the secondary protection but she hated barriers between them more than anything. She gave him her best pouting look and he tried hard not to crack a smile back at her. "Stop that," he whispered.

"But I don't like it," she pouted some more.

"And you think that I do?" he asked, stripping his shirt from his body.

"No," she frowned, her fingertips reaching out to the newly exposed flesh.

"I don't care how fucking thin they make them, it's not the same as being able to just feel you." Leaning his head back to her, Angel's lips pressed gently against her own.

"I know. And I just want you. All of you. Only you," she whispered.

Angel's lips curled into a little smile, his fingertips laying the square package to the side for the moment. His hands tangled up in her silky blonde locks as he explored her mouth, Buffy's body arching up against him. He moved at an achingly slow pace when it came to undressing her, his fingertips making little designs across her skin, admiring every inch of her as though it was the first time he'd seen her in such a state.

"You're so fucking perfect," he whispered before nipping a trail down her stomach.

Buffy's fingers tangled up in his dark locks as his head lowered, her thighs spreading before him as he sunk lower down her body. "I need you," she barely managed to whimper out before she felt his warm tongue flick against her.

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Having taken his time, worshiping every inch of his wife's body with his mouth and his hands, he wasn't at all surprised Lindsey returned home before he even slipped the damn condom on his aching cock. He also didn't care much either, yelling at him to go away when Lindsey came knocking.

You could nearly hear the eye roll from the doorway. "Fucking teenagers!" he mumbled before his footsteps started leading him away.

Buffy's hand stroked him a couple of times before guiding him to her entrance. "You could still take that stupid thing off," she teased.

In response, Angel swiftly pushed himself into her, making them both shiver and groan from the much needed contact. "Can we just do this for the next week?" he asked between gritted teeth as he stilled just to enjoy the feel of this woman.

Buffy's hips fought him on the break though, rolling against him. "A week's not long enough," she moaned.

"Too fucking true," he mumbled. There was never going to be any time limit where he would be able to say he had his fill and they both knew it.

Buffy gasped with every thrust, unsure how she had managed the past way too many weeks without getting to experience this, especially with all the stress and heartbreak they'd had to deal with in the process. They had talked about and done their best to work through everything that had come to pass with Darla and how close they came to letting the past repeat itself, her doing her best to make up for where she had failed him, but not being able to connect to one another like this had been hell on earth. They had always been a very physical couple and it was an important part of their relationship and how they communicated, that's just how it was, and it had felt like something hanging over their heads again even with the strides they'd otherwise been making together.

After their coupling earlier, it had already felt like a weight had been lifted off of her shoulders, that it was that final piece of the puzzle she needed to feel complete and like they were really okay and doing this. In the back of her mind she sometimes still continued to worry he would change his mind, decide it wasn't worth the risk, that maybe he didn't really want her and this after all... but when he would look at her a certain way, whisper just the perfect words she needed to hear out of nowhere, or now as their bodies became one and she felt a high she would never get anywhere else it seemed all of those doubts disappeared.

"You're mine," she whispered, her fingers clawing at his shoulders.

Angel grunted in agreement. "You better fucking believe it," he whispered, his dark eyes locked on hers.

"Always."

"Always," he promised her before rolling their bodies over, Buffy's hands coming to rest on top of his chest, she used him as leverage to create a lazy pattern rising and falling, gasping each time he filled her.

Angel's fingertips dug into her soft hips enough to help her movements, roughly pulling her back every time he fell from her depths. They had been through hell these last few months, and as far as he was concerned this was exactly how he wanted to spend every possible moment from here on out, everything had become so broken between them, they nearly lost each other forever, again. They had both put forth a hell of a lot of effort these last several weeks to heal their marriage, but being able to physically show her, to fill her warm depths, to watch as she got lost in the feeling of him, to witness her as she reached that point of desperation... it soothed his soul knowing he could now love her as a husband all over again.

She was right on that edge, he could tell, but she needed more, and he was so far from ready to let her tumble over that cliff. His eyes darkened watching her full breast bounce bounce with each thrust, her movements going from down right torturous to fast and needy. Too consumed, she leaned over him, changing the angle which he entered her in a last effort to get that friction she so desperately needed.

Tightening his hold even further, he pumped into her a few times before rolling them over in one smooth motion, his large frame instantly trapping her below him. Back in control, his mouth began it's own journey, nipping across the small dip at the bottom of her throat, slowly making its way to that patch right on the curve of her neck, the one that he knew always made her wild. He had spent a lot of days without this body, and he planned on showing every single inch of her how much he missed it. Setting a new pace, he forced his hips to slow, focused more on burying himself as far as he could possibly go.

Hooking one of his arms behind her knee, he increased his pace just long enough to feel her thigh start quaking against him. Her eyes snapped open the moment she felt him leaving her, "Angelll," she gasped, whining his name, slowly catching on to the game he was playing. Normally she loved when he teased her, drew out their pleasure until neither of them could stand it a second more, but it was too soon, they had gone too long, she needed to feel him pulsing inside her.

Ignoring her pleas, his head dipped lower brushing back over her swollen mounds, hooking her legs over his shoulders his tongue darted out to tease her angry bud causing her legs to jerk uncontrollably around him.

Starved, that was the only word he could think of to describe how he felt. He didn't want to just make love to her, he wanted to hear her every cry, taste every inch, he wanted to push her so far that she begged him to stop. Then he wanted to take her in every position until he felt her convulsing on his throbbing cock.

Her fingers tangled in his hair as she gripped, pulling at the small strands in an attempt to guide him back to her aching center. Breaking free from her grasp, he moved her trembling legs back around his waist while he shifted back on his knees. His eyes raked over her taking in every detail, the way her back arched off the bed, how her hips rocked all on their own as she tried to scoot closer, that sparkle behind her eyes. This was his favorite moment, the image of her his mind had taunted him with repeatedly these last few months, there was nothing he loved more than watching her come undone.

His thick fingers locked around the base of his pulsating cock, as he aligned himself with her dripping entrance, he let her hips rock against him watching as his swollen head dipped in and out of her scalding heat.

She was pretty sure actual tears were getting ready to fill her eyes, he was pushing her past the point of insanity. Not able to take one more second, she slipped her own fingers between her legs to roll against her aching bundle of nerves. His eyes darkened further as he watched her swirl around her swollen bud, gripping her hips he filled her with a single stroke. Her inner walls clamped down and for a second he almost felt like he couldn't breathe.

"You're so fucking perfect," he managed, gently guiding her hands back up to her breast, his own thumb taking their place to tease and press against her.

She wasn't sure how two people could ever come together so perfectly, everytime he filled her she truly wondered where he ended and she began. "I love you," she gasped, scratching and clawing back at his arms as she tried to pull him back to her. He was still trying to draw things out, to hang onto every moment, knowing exactly how far he could bend her until she broke.

Gripping her waist, he easily hoisted her up to him, guiding her arms back around his neck while his fingertips dug into her ass moving her against him. This new position offering her more control, she pulled his mouth back to her as she set an exhilarating new pace, rising and falling against with such force each time the air was expelled from her lungs.

He felt himself swell within her, she was quickly gaining control here, his heavy balls tightened, warning him that despite what he wanted he couldn't make this last forever. She was too wet, too tight, and his own need was beginning to cloud his every thought. Easing her back, he went with her as she fell against the mattress.

Her lips locked with his, her need for him powerful than anything she ever felt. Her head pushed against the headboard with every move causing it to knock against the wall. She tried to scoot down or move away from it, the fear of waking the baby flashing through her mind, but she quickly gave up all efforts, succumbing instead to the pleasure threatening to consume her.

"Please don't stop," she chanted over and over again as her hips rose to meet his every thrust.

Smirking against her, he tried to take a second just to relish in the feel of her entire body shuddering beneath him. He wasn't sure how he was always able to convince himself that he could live without this, but right here right now, he knew for certain it wasn't possible. Without her, he only existed, she was his soul mate, his home, the only person on this earth able to ground him.

His arms braced on either side of her, he leaned his forehead down to rest on top of hers, "Look at me," he whispered softly, watching as her lashes began to flutter half open just a mere moment later. Once her green orbs met his it was as though every emotion he had gone through in this long journey with her hit him all at once. The good, the bad, the love, the relief, the panic... they were all there. "I need you," he barely managed to whisper out. "For the rest of my life, Buffy. I need you. I need this, I need us," he continued, half a statement, a proclamation, half begging her for it to come true.

Buffy could only gasp out his name before pulling his head back to hers, her lips crushing into his with punishing force, and he was pretty sure at least one of them were bleeding for some small cut or gnash from it all. Not that either of them seemed to care one damn bit.

Buffy barely managed his name out from her parted lips again before he kept one arm propped up as leverage and the other snaked its way between their two bodies, finding her swollen nub as their bodies continued to dance against one another in this hurried rhythm.

"Oh, fuck," Buffy moaned, her body jerking against him, her eyes rolling back into her head. Watching her, feeling her coming undone one more time was too much for his own body to take, with one last final thrust he felt his own release hit like a train running at full steam.

As the sudden cries from the newborn filled the room, soon their combined panted out laughter followed.

"Just a second, Baby Girl," Buffy breathed, still trying to catch her breath and stop shaking so hard.

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