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A Magical Wedding	By : TheShadowCat Category: G through L > Hellboy Views: 4671 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Hellboy, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Maggie wakes to the sound of birds singing right outside her window. She cracks an eye open and sees that the sun is only just starting to come over the horizon. She stretches and yawns, wiggling around the empty bed trying to get comfortable again so she can go back to sleep. But after a few minutes, she realizes it’s no use since her brain has decided to wake up and is currently wondering what to do about a certain tan and black stallion and where the dickens is that husband of hers and what was with those dizzy spells yesterday. With a groan, she drags herself out of bed and into the bathroom.

A quick glance in the bathtub shows that Abe is not there. With a disappointed sigh, she sits at her vanity and begins to brush the fright wig on her head better known as her hair. Grabbing a handful of auburn locks, she starts to drag the brush through the knots that snarl her tresses. She’s so intent on her task that she doesn’t hear the door quietly open.

She jumps a good six inches out of her seat and lets out a startled shriek when a blue webbed hand steals the brush out of her hand. She places one hand on her chest and grabs hold of the table in front of her as she tries to get her rapidly pounding heart and jagged breath under control. After she finally regains something that might resemble composure, she turns and glares at the culprit. Abe stands there with a poorly concealed smile on his face.

“I swear I’m going to put bells on you so you can’t sneak up on me like that,” she growls.

“Tying bells around my neck would interfere with my gills and get in the way of my respirator,” he points out as he leans against the vanity.

“Who said I was going to tie them around your neck?” she asks with a cocked eyebrow and a poorly concealed leer playing across her face. She starts to run a hand up the inside of his thigh. “I was thinking of someplace,” her hand stops at the top of the thigh and gently squeezes, “lower.”

“Really?” he asks, his voice dropping an octave. “How much lower?”

“A lot lower,” she answers just as huskily, sliding her hand up into his crotch and gently stroking the tightly restrained bulge there.

Without another word, he drops the brush onto the vanity, grabs her face in his hands and kisses her passionately. She hungrily returns his kiss and her hands start to work their way around his respirator. She clumsily removes the apparatus as his lips start to work their way down her neck.

As soon as the last piece is removed and placed on the vanity, he pulls her to her feet, knocking the seat over and he starts to part pull, part push her towards the bedroom. She willing goes as her fingers start to work the buckles loose on his top. All the while, their lips explore each others skin and their hands caress whatever can be reached. By the time they reach the bed, the only thing left on him is his shorts.

Within seconds, the shorts are gone leaving only two naked bodies twined around one another on the bed. He rubs a thumb over a hardened nipple and she moans into his mouth as she arches into his hand. Her hand runs down his back, across his hip and grabs hold of his erection. He groans into the ear he’s just started nibbling on.

She rolls onto her back and using her arms and legs, positions him on top of her. He tortures her by refusing to enter her and instead starts to nibble on one of her nipples. Her whimpers of frustration and readiness fill the room as he continues to torment her. Then he starts kissing his way to the previously ignored nipple. She releases a moan as he takes the bud into his mouth and starts to lick and suck on it while his hands caress the rest of her body. Shortly, she rubs her hands over his head, down his neck and ever so gently, she caresses his gills.

Uttering a growl/moan of his own, he claims her lips with his own and slides into her. Her moistness makes it so easy to slide in and out of her as he drives his hardness into her. It’s like hot, wet velvet as he pumps faster and faster, losing himself in her heated core of pleasure. She grabs his hips as she matches his thrusts and she brings her knees up to allow him deeper penetration. Her cries fill the room as suddenly her walls contract around him, with one final thrust he loses all control and they merge into one being again.

A short eternity later, the world slowly comes back into focus. She’s lovingly stroking his back and he’s unconsciously making happy noises as he nestles into her soft hair. She quietly chuckles and he leans back. He tilts his head as he looks at her.

“You’re purring,” she giggles. “It’s cute.”

He snorts and then buries his face into the hair next to her neck. His sense of smell isn’t the greatest, but she smells like the wind blowing over a recently rained on field after a long dry spell. He would like nothing better than to spend the rest of his life right here, however, her stomach has other ideas. He can feel it rumbling against his own which, in turn, seems to cause his own belly to complain about how empty it is.

With a regretful sigh, he backs off of her and crawls out of bed. With something between a whimper and a moan, she slowly follows suit. After managing to find all of his attire, he redresses. When he’s done, he goes into the closet to find Maggie standing in front of her dresser staring at a drawer of undergarments.

“Are you alright?” he asks.

A few moments later she finally looks at him with a bit of a dazed look. She blinks at him a couple of time before his question finally registers in her brain.

“I’m very tired,” she answers. “I keep getting ravaged by some incredible blue sex god.”

“I could stop, if you like,” he suggests.

“You do and I’ll never speak to you again,” she threatens, narrowing her eyes.

He chuckles as he walks over to her, pulls a couple of items out of the drawer and hands them to her.

“You get dressed and I’ll make us some breakfast,” he offers as he kisses her on the head.

“Ok,” she responds. “It’ll probably be a while before I can make it downstairs. I still need to brush my hair out.”

“That’s fine,” he replies as he turns and leaves.

Several minutes later, she finally emerges from the closet fully dressed in jeans, t-shirt and work boots. She heads back into the bathroom and starts to work on her hair again. About ten minutes later, she enters the kitchen with her hair pulled up into a pony tail. She stops dead in her tracks as he puts two plates with several pancakes each onto the table.

“Cereal would have been fine,” she states in shock.

“I know, but you did say I could cook from now on,” he replies. “Besides, after this week is over, how often will I get a chance to cook for you?”

She can feel her stomach tie itself into a knot and her heart sink to the vicinity of the basement. Suddenly, food is the furthest from her mind and she turns to leave. He takes two long steps towards her and then pulls her into his arms.

“Come back with me,” he whispers into hair. “Please.”

“I can’t,” she groans miserably into his chest. “I can’t just leave my life.”

“Why not?” he asks.

“I have responsibilities,” she answers. “The ranch…”

“Runs just fine under Helen’s care,” he reminds her.

“What about Magick?” she counters. “There are only two people that I know of that can get near him and they’re both standing in this room. And what about the new horse? I can’t just leave Helen to handle him by herself.”

“Maybe we could convince Manning to let you build a place for Magick back at the bureau,” he suggests.

“I’ve already asked,” she replies. “It’s a little hard to convince the world a sanitation plant would have a horse as a mascot. Especially a mascot that no one can touch. Stay with me.”

“You know I can’t,” he replies.

“Why not?” she asks. “If you can stay for a week, why not forever?”

“Because, sooner or later, someone is going to spot me,” he points out. “And then all hell will break loose.”

They stand there for several minutes in shared misery, holding each other, both wishing there was a way for them to be together permanently. Finally, Abe pulls back, places a finger under her chin and makes her look up at him.

“Breakfast is getting cold,” he states.

“I’m not very hungry,” she mumbles, not able to look him fully in the eyes.

“You’re not skipping any more meals,” he replies sternly.

With a resigned sigh, she lets him lead her over to the table. They sit and eat in silence, neither one know what to say or do to ease the tension. After eating about half of her meal, Maggie can’t take it any more and gets up from the table, heading for the hallway.

“I need to go check on the new horse,” she states just before she exits. “I should be back around lunch. Leave the dishes, I’ll clean them later.” He opens his mouth and she interrupts him with a raised hand. “And, yes, I know. No horseback riding while I’m pregnant.”

She leaves the room, makes a quick stop in the bathroom to brush her teeth and then heads out the front door. He just watches her go, knowing that there’s no point in trying to convince her to return to the BPRD. They’ve been having this pointless conversation for the past six months, and they still haven’t gotten anywhere.

With a sigh, he clears the table, scrapes the scraps into the garbage and puts the dishes into the sink. He decides that a swim might help him clear his brain and get a new perspective on the problem. So he heads to the pond after making sure there’s no one about, strips down to his shorts and dives into the blessedly cool water.

Meanwhile, Maggie has reached the quarantine pen. The stallion still looks a bit shaky, but he’s no longer leaning on the fence. He looks at her and lays his ears along his neck as he gives an angry snort. She stays back a few feet from the fence and sees Helen come out of one of the other barns and heads towards her.

“Great news,” Helen calls. “He ate all of the oats and apple mixture, plus the hay and alfalfa that you dumped in the wheelbarrow is gone.”

“That’s wonderful,” Maggie responds, relief filling every fiber of her being. “How much has he had to drink?”

“The trough was half drained when I came out this morning,” Helen answers. “And it looks like he’s had a bit more.”

“Good,” Maggie states. “Have you called Dr. Tambor and told him?”

“Yes,” Helen replies. “He says we should have the results of the tests by tomorrow.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” Maggie responds. “Now, if we could just convince this guy to let us get near him.”

“I wouldn’t count on that yet,” Helen states. “When I went to fill his water trough and feed him breakfast, he tried to bite me several times. Good thing I’ve had plenty of practice dealing with Magick to keep from getting bit.”

“He needs to stay here for a while any ways,” Maggie replies. “Maybe after his quarantine is up, he’ll have learned to trust us enough to let us near him.”

“With you working with him, anything is possible,” Helen proclaims.

Maggie looks at her in shock.

“Why do you say that?” she asks.

“Because I’ve seen you take totally wild animals and had them eating out of your hands within a month,” Helen tells her. “I don’t know what type of magic spell you weave on these animals, but you’ve worked miracles before and you’ll do it again. I have faith in you.”

“Thank you, Helen,” Maggie mutters, not at all as confident in herself as Helen is. “I’m going to go work with Magick for a while if you need me.”

With that Maggie beats a hasty retreat to Magick’s barn. Once inside, she leans against the door and hangs her head. What is she going to do? Pregnancy always throws a Mage’s powers out of whack for the first few months. She has plenty of evidence of that from yesterday when she tried to get rid of those weeds. Though the dizzy spells tossed her for a loop and she’s still not sure what they were all about.

Pushing herself off of the door, she grabs a lunge line and halter out of the tack room and heads for Magick’s stall. He greets her with a nicker as she reaches the stall door. He comes up to her and she spends the next several minutes just petting and scratching him.

“What am I going to do, boy?” she asks the horse in a whisper. “What good am I without my powers?”

With a resigned sigh, she puts the halter on Magick and then attaches the lunge line. She leads him out of the barn and into one of the more open paddocks. For the next half hour she puts the stallion through his paces and gives him a good solid workout. After she gets him cooled off, she gives him a bath and then grooms him until he shines.

By the time she’s done, she’s hot, dirty, sweaty and hungry and more than ready to head back up the hill. She goes to find Helen and discovers that without her powers, it actually takes quite a bit of time to finally find the ranch manager. She lets Helen know that she’s headed back to the house. Then she leaves with Helen’s suggestive comments about what, or more precisely who, to have for lunch ringing in her ears and the feeling that her cheeks are about to burn right off of her face as she trudges up the hill.

When she finally gets home, she goes to the kitchen door, takes off her boots, leaves them on the step and then heads inside to the empty house. After quickly washing her hands, she makes herself a sandwich and heads upstairs. Between bites, she starts the shower and strips. As she pops the last of her meal into her mouth, the hot water finally reaches the tap.

She hurriedly gets clean and then gets out, half disappointed and half relieved that Abe didn’t join her. After getting dressed and combing her hair out, she lies down on the bed, stares at the ceiling and tries to figure things out.

Without her powers, how is she going to be able to handle the new horse? What is she going to do when Abe goes back to the bureau? How is she going to handle being pregnant and, essentially, alone? How is she going to deal being the mother of twins?

With a sigh, she rolls onto her side, curls into a ball and closes her eyes. Within a few minutes, she’s sound asleep.

A/N – I know that this chapter is a bit shorter than normal, but this just seemed to be a good place to stop. Don’t forget, reviews really make my day so please do so.
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