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A Magical Wedding	By : TheShadowCat Category: G through L > Hellboy Views: 4700 -:- 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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Abe wakes to a grumbling stomach and is rather startled that he fell asleep. He came out to the pond to try and think things out, not to take a nap. He looks up and notices by the length of the shadows cast upon the water it’s probably mid-afternoon. Maggie should be back by now and possibly wondering where he is.

A few moments later, he’s near the shore and checking to make sure that the area is clear of prying eyes. After ascertaining that the area is deserted, he leaves the water and dresses. He quickly trots up to the house and lets himself in.

His stomach growls again so he heads for the kitchen. He quickly eats a few rotten eggs and then goes looking for something else to eat. Turning around, he sees the makings for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich lying on the counter. He picks up the knife and ‘sees’ Maggie making herself a pb&j. Curious as to what the big fuss is about these things, he makes one for himself. He takes his first bite and is mildly surprised to how good it is.

After completing his lunch and putting away the sandwich makings, he heads upstairs to the master bedroom. There he finds Maggie sound asleep on the bed. He quietly sneaks past bed into the bathroom and brushes his teeth. When he’s done with that task, he returns to the bedroom and watches his wife as she lies resting.

She’s curled into a fetal position on the far side of the bed with her back to him. He carefully crawls onto the bed, trying not to wake her. He lies down near her with his head propped up onto his hand and watches her sleeping form. Her hair is fanned out over her pillow and he can’t resist.

He starts to stroke the soft silky strands, reveling in the feel. Since he has no body hair of his own, hers fascinates him. He’s so focused on the tactile pleasure of touching her hair that he nearly jumps right out of his scales and lets out a startled yelp when a hand touches his hip.

With a rapidly pounding heart, he looks down on her and sees her quietly laughing. Her eyes are squeezed shut, a huge smile is plastered to her face, her arms now pulled to her chest and she’s pulling herself into a tighter ball as her body shakes with mirth.

Snaking an arm around her waist, he pulls her flush with his chest. Her body continues to vibrate as he buries his face into her neck. He finds the large muscle group on the side of her neck and bites down hard enough to leave a mark but not hard enough to truly hurt, eliciting a gasp of surprise from her.

He feels her body shudder as he begins to kiss the mark he’s left on her. She arches her neck to allow him easier access as her breathing becomes heavier. The hand around her waist pulls her shirt loose of her shorts and sneaks up under the material. She mewls like a kitten when his fingers brush against her nipple through the material of her bra as one of her hands reaches out and grabs his hip, pulling him closer to her.

With deft fingers, he loosens the binding garment and then gently pushes the cups aside, freeing her breasts from their confinement. The mewling turns into groans as she grinds her hips back into him. The friction is causing him to become very aroused which in turn is making wearing shorts very uncomfortable.

He tries to pull away and suddenly finds himself flat on his back with a very horny wife sitting on top of him. He blinks the nictitating membranes a couple of times in surprise and by the time he recovers from the shock, his respirator is gone and she’s got his top half way off.

Without warning, he sits up causing her to fall backwards onto his legs. She quickly recovers and sits up in his lap with her legs wrapped around his hips. She goes back to her task of removing his top and he doesn’t stop her.

As soon as the garment is removed, she flips it over the side of the bed. Once it disappears, he grabs the bottom edge of her shirt and pulls it over her head as she holds her arms up to let him divest her of it. Her bra hangs loosely from her shoulders and he pushes the straps off once her arms come down.

The instant the bra passes her fingers; she reaches up and starts to lovingly touch his face. He closes both sets of eye lids while fully enjoying the touch of the woman he loves. He feels her pull he head down and then her lips on his.

He gladly returns the kiss and soon it deepens with their tongues exploring every inch of each other’s mouths. He encircles her torso with his arms drawing her bare chest to his as one of her hands holds the back of his head and the other snakes around the back of his neck mindful of the gills.

He can feel her body shaking with anticipation and he’s reminded once more that he’s still wearing those damnable shorts. He shifts uncomfortably underneath her and she breaks off the kiss. She looks at him questioningly for a moment and then smiles knowingly.

Swinging her legs back underneath her to support her own weight, she gently pushes him back onto the bed. Once he’s on his back again, she leans over him, resting her weight on her hands as her hair creating a reddish-brown curtain around them.

She gently kisses his lips as his hands become tangled in her hair and then she starts to work her way down his chin, neck, chest and stomach. The kisses are slow, gentle and loving as she carefully works her way down to the top of his shorts. Once she reaches the top of the now extremely too tight shorts, she runs the tip of her tongue along the skin just above the material from one side to the other.

He lets out a groan that he’s fairly sure they can hear back at the bureau as her fingers finally find the zipper to the torturous clothing he’s still wearing. She releases the zipper, moves over to one side, grabs the top of the shorts and then starts trying to peel them off of him. He lifts his hips to help facilitate her actions and soon the shorts are down to his knees. She stops pulling, he watches as she stands on the bed and then she grabs the shorts once more. With an almighty heave, she yanks the annoying shorts off of him forcing his legs to stick straight up into the air.

She stands there staring at him with his legs waving in the air not even bothering to hide her smile. As quick as a thought, he sits up, grabs her making her shriek in surprise, drags her back down onto the bed and pins her underneath him causing the bed springs to squeak in protest all the violent movements. She laughs as he lets out a playful growl and then starts passionately kissing her.

The laughter is quickly replaced with moans as hands begin to wander over all exposed skin. One of his hands comes in contact with her shorts and an evil thought creeps into his blue head. He starts to work his lips down her front just as slowly, gently and lovingly as she did to him.

However, unlike her, once he’s past the collar bone, he makes a detour to one of her breasts. At a torturously slow pace, his lips work their way down the soft flesh until they find the hardened pink flesh all the while her breath is coming in ragged gasps. He gently takes the nipple into his mouth and licks it, tracing circles around it with the tip of his tongue as she arches into him.

As he’s lavishing his attention on her nipple, his hand sneaks down to her shorts and quickly undoes the snap and zipper. Despite his diversionary tactic, she still notices him trying to remove the last bit of clothing she’s wearing. She lifts her hips in order to help but he ignores it for a minute.

Getting frustrated, she reaches for the loosened clothing and starts trying to push them off of her. He stops her, pulls himself into a kneeling position, grabs the top of the shorts and yanks them and her panties off, sending her legs straight up into the air. She’s not surprised he’s done this and as she starts to lower her legs he grabs them.

He scoots around so that his knees are on either side of her hips and positions her heels against his chest just below his shoulders. Wrapping one arm around her shins to keep her legs in place, he grabs his erection with his other hand and carefully guides it into her heated center. He leans over, resting his weight on his hands and nearly folding her in half.

She gasps and grabs hold of his arms as her eyes roll back into her head at the new sensations this angle is creating. With the deft movements of his hips, she pants and cries out with each thrust. The intense feelings are overwhelming and she’s not sure how long she can last. It feels so incredibly good as he increases his pace and she quickly finds her self racing for the edge.

He watches her face filled with exquisite pleasure as he pulls in and out of her hot wet core. He wants to reach for her but he doesn’t want to stop. He moves faster as he senses her climax coming.

“OH MY GOD! ABE!” she screams as all of her senses explode and he gives one final hard thrust while her body convulses with the orgasm.

He pushes her legs which seem to now have the consistency wet noodles instead of bones and muscles to either side of his body and lies on top of her keeping most of his weight on his arms. He absorbs the heat rising from her body as a thin sheen of sweat covers her and her breathing slowly returns to normal.

Her eyes are still closed when he starts to gently kiss her. She manages to crack open one eye and stare at him. He suddenly feels her muscles contract around his penis and he nearly pulls out in surprise. A smile creeps across her face as she quietly chuckles.

“I’m supposed to do Kegel exercises aren’t I?” she rasps, her voice hoarse from all the recent activities as she opens her other eye.

“Are you ready for more?” he asks while he slides back in place.

“No,” she responds, gently stroking his face. “But I’m sure that’s something we can work on.”

She pulls him closer and their lips meet in a loving kiss that slowly turns into something more. His hands slide over her damp skin, finding those two pleasure spots on her front causing another gasp to escape her mouth. She quickly turns her attention to the side of his neck and starts to kiss and lick his gills, getting something between a moan and a growl resonating from his chest.

She pushes her hips forward and he responds in kind. Starting slowly, he begins to rock back and forth reveling in the delightful feel of her. Little mews fill the room as her body responds to his attentions and she can feel the pressure building again.

He picks up the pace as the mews turns to moans. The feel of her, the taste of her, the smell of her, the look of her and the sound of her fill up every part of his being. He starts driving into her harder and faster as he feels his scrotum start to tighten and her cries echo off the walls pushing him closer to the edge. A few strokes later, she convulses as she screams his name and he thrusts into her one final time, shouting her name.

An eternity later, he pulls back from her and looks lovingly at her still flushed face. Her eyes are closed and a look of pure bliss is on her glowing face. He gently brushes back a few strands of sweat soaked hair from her face as he gazes on his angel.

He thinks back over the last several minutes and a memory pops up that has him chuckling. She cracks open another eye and looks at him with a raised eyebrow. He buries his face in her hair as laughter continues to shake his body.

“What’s so funny?” she asks, her voice still harsh from their recent activities.

“You swore,” he answers after he finally manages to get himself under control.

“I swore what?” she queries in confusion as her other eye opens.

“You cursed,” he clarifies.

“I did not!” she states emphatically while she tries to push him back.

“Yes, you did,” he counters as he sits back a little to look her in the face. “You said, ‘Oh my god.’ Rather loudly too, I might add.”

She stares at him for a good minute and then the memory of what she did yell at the top of her lungs comes to her. He tries desperately not to laugh as her eyes get really big, her face turns a lovely shade of red, her hand covers her mouth and she tries to disappear into the mattress. She glares at him as his body quakes with suppressed laughter.

“This isn’t funny,” she hisses as she casts panicked looks around the room.

“Your grandmother isn’t going to pop out of the closet to come wash your mouth out with soap,” he states, trying to calm her as she starts to panic.

“Says you,” she replies, nearly hysterical.

He grabs her face in both of his hands and forces her to look at him. Her memories flood his mind and he understands her fears. He forces himself to block out the images threatening to overwhelm him.

He can feel her body shivering underneath him and he gently kisses her while stroking her hair. He sends her reassuring thoughts as he tries to still her fears. An eternity later, she lies still underneath him and he finally pulls back and looks at her.

“Are you alright?” he asks quietly.

“I think so,” she whispers as she holds him tighter, burying her face into his chest. A few minutes later she continues with a muffled voice since her cheek is still pressed against his chest. “Silly, isn’t it? Here I am, a full grown woman, married, even pregnant and I’m still afraid that my grandmother is going to pop out of no where to wash my mouth out with soap for swearing. Pretty pathetic.”

“Old fears die the hardest,” he comforts. “And you aren’t pathetic.”

With a sigh, she releases him and pushes him back. He steals a kiss before he rolls off of her and lies down next to her. She tucks her head under his chin, presses her body against his and gently runs her hands over his chest, still damp from her perspiration. A little while later, she leans her head back and tenderly kisses him.

“Go get wet,” she tells him as she pulls away. “I’ll go clean the kitchen.”

He nods his agreement as he carefully gets out of the bed and heads for the bathroom. She can hear the water starting to run as she finds her discarded clothing plus the socks and shoes she got out earlier but never put on. As soon as she’s dressed, she finds his gear, collects it and puts it neatly on the counter near the tub.

She spares a quick glance into the tub to see Abe in there soaking while the jets keep oxygen in the water. She heads downstairs and into the kitchen. Once there, she starts with first putting away the clean dishes and then taking care of the dirty ones.

After that task is completed, she notices that it’s getting close to dinner time. Grabbing a basket, she heads out the kitchen door to the vegetable garden. She fills the basket and returns to the house.

When Abe finally makes it down into the kitchen, he finds Maggie sitting at the kitchen table shelling peas. He also notices various ingredients sitting on the counter next to an open cook book. He takes a closer look and matches the recipe with the ingredients sitting on the counter next to it.

“I take it you’re making a request,” he states.

“I’ve never been able to get that recipe to come out quite right,” she replies without looking up. “I’m not sure if it’s me or the recipe itself, so I thought I’d let you have a go at it. I hope you don’t mind.”

“No, I don’t mind,” he responds as he comes over to her and plants a quick kiss on the top of her head. “Where’s the cilantro?”

“That one,” she answers, pointing at one of the hanging plants. “Just pinch off a couple of sprigs.”

He goes to the plant indicated and carefully removes two springs. He takes a good look at the rest of the plants either hanging from the ceiling or sitting on the window sills.

“They’re all herbs,” he states.

“Hmm?” she mutters, finally pulling her attention away from her task. “Where else would I keep my herb garden?”

“I thought you didn’t like to cook,” he gently teases.

“I don’t, but that doesn’t mean I don’t like fresh herbs when I do get up the courage to face the stove,” she replies.

He nods his understanding and then goes to start dinner. They work mostly in comfortable silence as they both prepare for dinner. They move in a quiet dance as the table is set, salad and dinner are made and then they finally sit down to eat.

Just as Maggie is about to take her first bite of stuffed bell pepper, the peace is shattered by someone banging on the kitchen door. In a heartbeat, Abe is out of his seat and on the floor hiding behind one of the kitchen cabinets. Maggie sets down her fork and crosses the kitchen and opens the door. Standing before her is Helen who’s slightly out of breath, flushed and small beads of sweat standing out on her brow.

“I’m sorry to interrupt your dinner, Miss Cavendish,” Helen starts. “But Magick’s gotten out and he’s gone after the buckskin.”
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