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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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A/N- Sorry this has taken so long, but life is what happens when you’re making other plans. In no shape way or form do I EVER recommend anyone coming between two battling stallions. They should only be handled by professionals. With that said, on with the story and please enjoy.

“Damn!” Maggie swears under her breath.

Helen wisely moves to the side as Maggie takes a running start and leaps off of the top step easily clearing the few steps of the stairs and hits the ground running. She tears down the hill with Helen on her heels as suddenly horrible worry enters her thoughts.

“Helen, where are your kids?” Maggie yells over her shoulder as she skids through a turn.

“I had Doug take them into the house,” she pants back. “He’s calling Dr. Tambor and having him bring tranquilizer darts for both horses.”

Maggie nods that she heard and understood as her fear pushes her to run faster. Long before she can see them, she can hear the squeals and screams of anger from the two stallions even above the barking of the dogs in the kennels. Heedless to anything else, the two women run full tilt towards the sounds of the angry horses.

They come around the final building and come upon a scene that nearly stops their hearts. A section of the quarantine fence has been partially crushed under the weight of the two battling animals leaving pieces of bent metal sticking out ready to tear into tender horse flesh. Fortunately, the damage isn’t bad enough to allow Magick to get into the corral or for the buckskin to get out.

With another squeal of anger, both stallions rear and crash their bodies together causing the fence to creak and groan under the stress. The impact of the two massive bodies can almost be felt through the ground as Magick sinks his bared teeth into the shoulder of the smaller horse. The buckskin screams in pain, breaks away and tries to make his escape to the other side of the corral as blood starts to seep down his leg.

Both horses sport wounds created by sharp hooves and even sharper teeth, but the buckskin has taken the worst of the beatings. He’s noticeably limping while he heads to the other side of his pen. Unfortunately, Magick isn’t ready to give up the fight as he trots around the outside of the fence looking for another opening.

“MAGICK! NO!” Maggie screams as she runs towards the very angry horse.

Not the smartest move in the world, she knows, but it’s vital to get these animals separated before serious damage is done to either one of them. Magick ignores her as he screams out another challenge to the new comer. The buckskin snorts his reply as he does his best to stay as far away from the horse that’s at least a hand taller than him.

“MAGICK! STAND!” Maggie orders.

The only response the Andalusian gives a flick of an ear and a snort as he continues to circle the corral trying to figure out how to get to the other stallion. The buckskin knows he can’t win so he stays in the center, safely away from the fence and the royally pissed off Magick.

Maggie trots alongside Magick, hoping to catch hold of his halter and stop him. With one deft move, he shoulders her aside pushing her to the ground. Undaunted, she stands, quickly brushes herself off and goes to stand in his path with her arms out. He simply brushes past her and this time he pins her between himself and the fence. He causes bruises and scrapes with his action, but fortunately no broken bones. As he’s finishes passing her, he adds insult to injury by slapping her in the face with his tail.

Finally realizing he can’t reach the other stallion from outside the fence, Magick heads for the damaged section. Rearing up, he starts to throw his body against the weakened area causing the metal to bend more. The twisted metal is tearing through his hide, but this doesn’t stop the enraged animal. The buckskin seeing this as an attack on his turf charges straight for Magick.

Again, there’s a squeal of anger when they rear and crash together as teeth and hooves come into play. Maggie watches helplessly as the two stallions fight for dominance knowing that there’s nothing she can do to stop them and fearing that one or both of them may become permanently harmed.

“STOP!”

Both Maggie and Helen jump a good foot into the air as the commanding voice resonates through the air. Both horses come down with a resounding thud and stand there, stunned.

Both women wildly look around for the source of the voice and then Maggie hears Helen gasp. With a quick glance at her employee, Maggie turns her eyes in the direction that Helen’s looking and her heart nearly stops as Abe steps out of the shadows.

Abe doesn’t look at either woman as he walks past first Helen and then Maggie. He keeps those incredible blue eyes transfixed on the two stallions that are currently standing frozen in place with muscles taut. He steps up to the animals and places a bare hand on each of their foreheads and both horses visibly relax to the point that they look like they’re nearly asleep.

“Maggie, come and get Magick, please,” Abe requests quietly.

Maggie starts towards him but only gets a few steps when she’s yanked around to face Helen.

“Miss Cavendish, don’t go near that…that…,” she starts to warn.

“That is Abe,” Maggie quietly reassures Helen as she gently pulls Helen’s hand off of her arm.

Maggie turns back towards Abe and the horses and quickly covers the distance between them. She carefully and firmly takes a hold of Magick’s halter and gently pulls the now docile horse towards his barn while Abe turns his full attention onto the buckskin. As she walks past Helen, she notices the ranch manager’s eyes are about the size of dinner plates and her jaw is in the vicinity of her bellybutton. It would be comical if the situation wasn’t so serious.

About half way back to the barn, Maggie starts to relax a little, thankful that Abe was here to stop the two stallions. Without warning, Magick throws his head up and back, yanking Maggie’s arm nearly out of its socket. She barely manages to hang on and tries to grab hold of the halter with her other hand. He continues to throw and shake his head as he starts trying to pull back as well. She desperately tries to hold on to the aggravated animal as he continues to fight her. Suddenly, he leaps forward slamming his shoulder into her and forcefully pushing her into a nearby fence, knocking the wind out of her and stunning her.

Magick rips the halter out of her now lax fingers and charges back the way they came while she barely remains standing as the pain courses through her body. The only sound she can hear is the blood rushing through her ears and her vision is now blurred.

Someone grabs her and she tries to look at that person. She still can’t see straight, but she assumes that it’s Helen holding her since she doesn’t see any blue. She gladly leans on the ranch manager as her body shakes from the pain and she tries to catch her breath.

Meanwhile, Magick gallops back towards Abe and the buckskin ready to stomp anyone in his way into the ground. Abe is so absorbed in working with smaller horse that he almost misses the ground vibrating and the sound of thundering hooves. He barely manages to escape flying hooves as the stallion rears up and then drives his hooves straight into the ground where Abe was standing only seconds before.

Quick as a thought, Abe reaches out and grabs Magick’s halter before the horse has a chance to move and forces the angry animal to calm down. While his concentration is now on Magick, the buckskin comes out of his reverie and makes his move.

With ears back and teeth bared, his head snakes out and he soundly bites Magick on the neck. Magick squeals in pain and surprise, pulling away from the teeth embedded in his neck and Abe. He takes a few steps away, turns and then gets ready to renew his attack on the interloper.

“STOP!” Abe orders again.

Both horses become momentarily stunned by the order, giving Abe just enough time to grab Magick’s halter and start pulling him away from the buckskin. Keeping one hand firmly on the halter and the other on the animal’s forehead, Abe leads the large animal back the way Maggie had been heading. When he reaches Maggie and Helen, he stops but tightens his hold on Magick.

“Maggie, are you alright?” he asks.

“Yeah,” she manages to answer. “He just knocked me for a loop.”

She reaches out and grabs the other side of the halter with both hands before she starts to walk rather unsteadily towards the barn. After several feet, her steps become surer but Abe watches her with concern as they walk.

They finally make it to Magick’s barn without further incident. They’re able to see the corral behind the barn and they notice the broken fence slats where Magick broke out.

Maggie carefully lets go of the halter and goes to open the doors to the building. She goes in first and closes and locks the door that leads from his stall into the corral behind. After she leaves the stall, Abe leads the still docile horse into his stall. He turns Magick around so that he’s near the stall door before he lets go. Once he releases the stallion, he quickly exits the enclosure and Maggie closes and secures the door behind him.

No sooner does she step away then Magick comes back to his senses. With an angry squeal, he starts kicking and throwing himself against the door to his stall. With a sigh, Maggie turns off the overhead light, walks out of the barn and securely closes the doors behind her with Abe in her wake.

“Shouldn’t I take a look at his wounds first?” Abe asks, staring at the doors.

“No,” she answers with a shake of her head. “The vet will be here soon and he’ll take care of them. Head up to the house, I need to go talk to Helen.”

“Are you sure?” he questions.

“Abe, it’s bad enough you let Helen see you, but there’s no way I’m letting Dr. Tambor see you too,” she states. “Manning’s going to have several litters worth of kittens if he finds out about this. Now please go, I’ll be up as soon as I can.”

With a reluctant nod, Abe kisses her gently and then heads back up the hill. Not sure what she’s going tell Helen, she heads back towards the quarantine corral on the other side of the property. By the time she gets there, Dr. Tambor is just getting out of his car with the tranquilizer dart gun case in his hand. Helen comes up beside her and she turns to her employee.

“Do NOT mention Abe to Dr. Tambor,” she orders quietly. “I’ll answer any questions you have later, but he must not find out about Abe.”

Helen just nods her response as the doctor walks up to them.

“Evening, ladies,” the doctor greets. “Doug called and said you had a couple of stallions going at it.”

“We did, but we managed to get them separated,” Maggie replies. “They’ve both taken some serious damage though, so your services are still very much needed.”

“Who got the worst of it?” he asks.

“The buckskin looked pretty bad,” she answers.

“Ok, let me grab my bag and then we’ll get to work,” he states before heading back to his car.

He comes back with his black bag in one hand and the small gun case in the other. They walk over to the corral and watch the stallion standing in the middle of the pen. His eyes are glazed over in pain and blood is still oozing out of various wounds over his body, mostly on his neck and shoulders.

The vet easily sedates the animal and several minutes later when the sedative has done its job, he enters the pen. He spends the next half hour or so cleaning and stitching up the wounds. When he’s finally done he comes out and heads for the office which is right next to the corral. After he’s done cleaning up, Maggie leads him towards the other side of the ranch to Magick’s barn.

Once the go inside, Magick snorts and lets out a squeal of anger. Without so much as batting an eye, the doctor waits for Magick to turn in just the right way before shooting him with the tranquilizer dart.

After the sedative takes effect, Tambor goes in and does a repeat performance on Magick’s wounds. This time, however, he’s done in a little over fifteen minutes. When he’s done, he exits the stall, pulls a pad of paper out of his bag, writes something on it and then hands the top sheet to Maggie.

“That’s a prescription for antibiotics,” he tells her. “I’ve given you extra refills since your going to have to give them to both the horses. I’ve given them both a shot, so you won’t need to get them until tomorrow. You do realize that Magick is now under quarantine?”

“Yes, I know,” Maggie responds with a sigh. “Thank you, doctor. I’ll get this filled in the morning.”

“Well, if you ladies don’t need me for anything else, I’m going to head home,” he states.

“Thank you, doctor, I think we’re good for now,” Maggie replies.

Tambor nods, leaves the barn and then heads for his car. Maggie and Helen follow him out of the barn and watch him go.

“I’ll pick up a chain and lock for the barn tomorrow when I go to get the pills and I’ll be the only one who goes in there to take care of Magick,” Maggie states. “By the end of the quarantine, he’s going to be darn near impossible to work with and I don’t want to chance any one getting hurt. I’m leaving the buckskin in your care. Would you be kind enough to make up a quarantine sign for the barn door, please?”

“Yeah, sure,” Helen finally manages to utter.

“Why was he in his corral instead of his stall?” Maggie asks.

“He didn’t want to go in after I put food out for him,” Helen answers. “If I had known what he was up to, I would have tried harder to get him to go in.”

“And would have gotten yourself bit,” Maggie points out. “As much as I love Magick, your safety is more important.”

“Thanks,” Helen whispers.

Maggie nods and they stand there for several more minutes watching nothing in particular. They both wait for the other to broach a subject neither one exactly knows how to deal with.

“Why don’t you come up to the house with me,” Maggie finally suggests, looking at Helen. “I’m sure you have a few million questions you want answered.”

“Doug is expecting me back at the house,” Helen replies. “We were in the middle of dinner when the fight broke out.”

“Go finish your dinner then,” Maggie responds. “Why don’t you come up for lunch tomorrow?”

“Ok, I’ll do that,” Helen answers. “I don’t know how I’m going to keep this from Doug. We promised never to keep secrets from each other.”

With a resigned sigh and the knowledge that a certain bureaucrat would be having an entire herd of cows if he found out, she makes her decision.

“Bring Doug with you,” Maggie replies.

“Are you sure about that?” Helen asks in surprise.

“No,” Maggie answers. “But a marriage is built on trust and I don’t want to be responsible for ruining that with you and Doug.”

“We’ll see you about noon then,” Helen responds. “I’m not sure what I’m going to tell him, but I’ll think of something.”

“Good,” Maggie replies. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

With a nod, Helen heads back to her home and family. Maggie watches her go before turning and heading back up the hill. About half way up the hill, another dizzy spell hits forcing her to suddenly grab hold of a tree to keep from falling to the ground.

After her head clears, she can feel her heart pounding against her ribs. Fear propels her up the rest of the way to the house. Before she can touch the first step that leads up to the kitchen door the door flies open and Abe come charging out. She falls into his arms, crying and shaking in fear.

Several minutes later, as her breathing and heart rate return to normal levels, she once again becomes aware of her surroundings. She’s back at the kitchen table and sitting in Abe’s lap. He’s stroking her hair, gently rocking her and saying soothing things into her ear.

“What’s wrong with me?” she whispers.

“Nothing that I’m aware of,” he answers.

“There has to be something wrong with me,” she insists. “Why else would I keep having dizzy spells?”

“The dizzy spells are just your body’s not so subtle way of letting you know you’ve conceived,” he replies.

She pulls back, turns and stares at him with eyes about the size of serving platters. He quickly catches onto what the problem is and lays his bare on her lower abdomen. He smiles and she starts to shake again.

“If you’re about to tell me that I’m carrying triplets I swear I’ll scream,” she warns.

“No, you’re still only carrying twins,” he reassures her as he gently pulls her back. “The last spell was a combination of not eating enough, sudden exercise, an adrenaline rush wearing off and the pregnancy. You should try taking it a little easier now.”

“I didn’t really have much of a choice there, now did I?” Maggie points out, resting her head on his shoulder.

“No, I guess you didn’t,” Abe responds. “What happens now with the horses?”

“The vet stitched them up and Magick’s now in quarantine,” she answers. “I need to go get a prescription filled and get a lock for Magick’s barn door. I can’t chance someone accidentally going in there and getting bit. Helen and Doug will be coming up for lunch tomorrow to get answers about you.”

“I understand Helen, but why her husband?” he asks.

“Because a marriage is built on trust,” she repeats. “And you can’t have trust if one of the partners is keeping a secret from the other.”

“Ah,” he responds as her stomach growls its displeasure of missing dinner. “Would you like me to reheat your dinner?”

“Yes, please,” she answers.

She slides off of his lap and sits back in her previously empty seat. He grabs her plate off of the table and then he heads for the microwave. A minute later he returns with the reheated food and places it in front of her. She eats her food, lost in thought and barely aware of what it is she’s eating.

“Don’t you like it?” he asks, sounding a little hurt.

She stares at him for a moment as the question finally filters through all of the thoughts that have chasing one another around for the past few minutes. She blinks a couple of times and then it dawns on her that he’s asking about the dinner he made. She takes another bite and actually concentrates on what she’s eating.

“It’s very good, love,” she reassures him. “I’m sorry; I’m just a bit preoccupied.”

“I understand,” he replies.

He stands back up, clears the table of the left over food and starts to put it away. A few minutes later, as he’s putting the last container in the fridge, she finishes her dinner. She joins him by the sink with plate in hand.

“Dinner was very good, sweetheart, thank you,” she states just before she kisses him.

“You’re welcome,” he purrs as he pulls her closer.

She lets out a hiss of pain and he quickly lets her go. He turns her around, pulls her shirt up and gets his first look at the various bruises across her back. With a sigh, he lowers her shirt and rests his head on her shoulder.

“I’m not sure I’m going to be able to handle not being able to hold you,” he grumbles.

“You’ll be able to hold me, you just have to be careful,” she comforts as runs her hand down his face. “Why don’t you go relax for a bit and I’ll clean up in here?”

“I want to get a closer look at those bruises,” he replies.

“In a little bit,” she counters. “Let me clean up first, and then you can give me a complete physical.”

She ends her words with a smirk that he returns. Without another word, he nods and leaves the room. She watches him go and then turns back to the task at hand. About half an hour later, she finishes wiping down the counters and goes off looking for her husband.

A quick check in the bathroom shows he’s not in there so she continues her search. She finds him in the family room sitting in one of the overstuffed chairs with his feet propped up on an ottoman, reading a book and he’s turned a lovely shade of dark blue.

“What are you reading?” she asks.

He holds the book up so she can read the cover and she laughs. She goes to the windows and draws the curtains closed. Then she walks over to him, gently pulls ‘The Complete Idiot’s Guide to Amazing Sex’ out of his hands and puts it down on a nearby table

“I believe you still need to give me a physical, Doctor,” she purrs.

With that said, she reaches for the bottom of her shirt, slowly pulls it over her head and then she seductively finishes undressing in front of him. She didn’t think he could get any bluer, but she’s wrong. After setting his feet on the ground, he reaches for her with a shaking hand and turns her around.

He gets a very good look at the damage done by Magick and it makes his heart skip a beat. The bruising on her back consists of two narrow stripes with one on the back of her shoulders and the other across her lower back. They are already starting to turn a deep shade of purple and the scars leave pale vertical lines through them.

He gently runs his bare hands down her back and stops at her hips, causing her to shiver and goose bumps to form. He lifts his from her hips places them on top of her shoulders just before repeating the process down her arms. The bruises are painful, but superficial and will be gone within a week. There are also scrapes down the back of her arms from being pushed into the fence and on her hands from being shoved to the ground. Again, it’s superficial and will heal within a week.

“You’re scraped and bruised,” he informs her. “Fortunately nothing’s broken, but you are going to be sore for the next few days.”

She turns and faces him, noticing that he’s returned to his normal color and he’s not quite looking at her.

“What’s wrong?” she quietly asks.

“You could have been seriously hurt,” he whispers. “You could have lost the babies. You could have lost your life.”

He’s now staring at the ottoman and there’s a slump to his shoulders. She sits on footrest in front of him and then put her hand under his chin forcing him to look up at her.

“I have been around horses almost all of my life,” she tells him. “I have separated stallions before, and while it’s not fun, it is doable.”

“But you’ve never tried to separate them without your powers before,” he reminds her, hurt, anger and fear all evident in his voice.

“You’re right,” she sighs. “I had hoped that Magick would be more responsive to my voice. I was wrong. I’m sorry; I never meant to frighten you like that.”

“Swear to me that you’ll never do that again,” he quietly demands.

“I swear I’ll never try separating stallions without my powers again,” she responds, holding up her right hand.

With a sigh, he nods his acceptance and relaxes back into his chair, closing both sets of eyelids. She sits and watches him for awhile, unconsciously tilting her head like he does when he finds something curious. When he doesn’t open his eyes again after several minutes, she figures he’s either asleep or meditating. Not wanting to disturb him, she quietly gets up and leaves, her discarded clothes remain on the floor.

She sadly ascends the stairs alone. When she finally reaches her room, she stops and stares at the bed. Despite her recent exertions, she’s not really all that tired. She heads for the bathroom and takes a quick shower. After drying off, she gets dressed in an over sized t-shirt and crawls into bed.

Between the bruises and scrapes, finding a comfortable position is pretty much impossible. Even if that wasn’t a problem, memories of a certain someone sharing the bed with her flood her mind. Fighting back the tears of self-pity and frustration, she gets up and heads back downstairs.

She walks into the family room and finds it empty of any other sentient beings. His book is still on the table and her clothes remain in a pile on the floor. She doesn’t hear the jets of any of the tubs going, so she figures that he must have headed off to the pond for the night.

With a sigh, she turns and heads for her office. Ignoring the books Abe brought, she turns on the computer. Once everything is up and running she starts to do some catching up on business that she’s been pretty much ignoring for the past couple of weeks.

She lets herself get caught up in making sure everything in the books is up to date and all the expenses are accounted for. Before long, she’s lost in her work as she tunes out the rest of the world.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?”

With a scared shriek, she nearly falls out of her seat. When she finally is able to answer, she glares over her shoulder at Abe who’s standing in the doorway with his head cocked to the side.

“Because I’m not tired,” she snarls back.

She turns back to the computer screen and tries to go back to what she was doing. He comes over to her and pulls her hands away from the keyboard.

“Why are you angry with me?” he asks.

“Because,” she growls in frustration, “I was standing in front of you in my birthday suit practically begging you to touch me and you decide to take a nap.”

With that, she starts trying to pull her hands free of his grasp. He refuses to let go and she knows there’s no way she can overpower him so she ceases her struggles. She just sits there instead, quietly seething.

“I didn’t want to hurt you,” he quietly states. “And I wasn’t taking a nap.”

“And of course a few scrapes and bruises leaves me totally incapacitated,” she snaps, still hurt. “You might want to call the hospital and have them get a bed in ICU ready for me. Now please let go of me. I have work to do.”

He relents and releases her hands. She immediately goes back to work, or at least tries to. She waits for him to leave, but instead he goes over to the book case and selects one of the books he brought with him.

Closing her eyes, she takes several deep breaths to steady her nerves. When she feels she has enough control, she opens her eyes again and concentrates on the screen in front of her. She ignores the merman while she continues her work.

Some time later, she’s finally shutting down the computer with a feeling of accomplishment. She spares a brief glance at Abe who’s now sitting on the floor in full lotus position as she gets up from her chair and stretches.

“One of the mares has gone into heat,” he says from out of the blue causing her to pause mid-stretch.

“I suspected as much,” she replies without looking back though she can hear him getting up. “It’s called going into season, by the way.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispers into her ear. “Please forgive me.”

“I’ll think about it,” she replies, the hurt still evident in her voice.

She starts for the door, but before she can get more than a step, he grabs her arm and swings her around to face him. She opens her mouth to protest only to find his lips on hers and his tongue plundering her mouth. She resists for all of two nanoseconds and then she melts into him.

He holds her face in his hands as she returns his kiss with growing passion. He feels her fingers on his respirator and in a matter of moments she has the apparatus off of him, exposing his gills to the cool night air. A few seconds after that, he feels her pulling on his arms and belatedly realizes she’s taking his top off.

As she’s dropping his top onto the floor, his hands sneak under the hem of her shirt and find the warm soft skin of her stomach. He gently caresses her body, working his way up as she arches into his touch and moans.

All the while, their lips never leave each other until he finally pulls back enough to divest her of her shirt. As soon as the garment is gone her lips are on his throat gently kissing their way down his body and her hands are on his shorts. As her mouth delightfully tortures its way down his torso, her fingers unzip his shorts and then start to slowly peel them off of him.

She slowly sinks down to her knees as the foam neoprene is pulled off of him bit by bit. She finally gets to her knees and the shorts are now down around his ankles as she continues to kiss him down his hip. As soon as her hands leave the shorts, her tongue snakes out and licks the sack hanging under his erection.

He’s taken by surprise and he attempts to steps back but ends up falling backwards. By pure good luck, he lands on the large desk chair that Maggie had just recently vacated. He repositions himself in the seat that’s still warm from her body and kicks the shorts the rest of the way off.

By the time he’s done, she’s sitting between his knees, kneeling on the floor. She starts to run her hands up and down his thighs, gently brushing her thumbs past his manhood and sending shivers racing up and down his spine. He grabs hold of the arm rests to try and keep a grip on reality.

“Where have you been?” she asks just before she begins placing kisses just above his knee.

“Huh?” he oh so coherently responds as the kisses start to slowly works their way up his leg.

“You weren’t here when I came downstairs,” she states as she starts to add licks to the kisses. “Your skin isn’t wet so you haven’t been in the water. So where were you?”

“Checking on the horses,” he manages to gasp out as she blows on a wet spot she’s just made on his upper thigh and he’s fairly sure that he’s leaving permanent finger marks on the chair.

“Why?” she questions as she starts to torture the other leg with the same tactics.

“Making sure they’re alright,” he whimpers as she gently nips his skin.

“That’s why I hired Helen,” she states in between her torture methods. “Leave that job to her; you have much better things to concentrate on.”

“Such as?” he barely manages to get out.

“Me,” she answers rather sternly.

It takes him several seconds to realize that she’s stopped touching him. He opens the eyes that he hadn’t consciously closed and sees her standing over him with her face only inches from his own. She’s upset, but she only wants one thing for him to make it right. Finally letting go of the chair, he reaches one hand out and caresses her face. She closes her eyes and leans into his touch, visibly relaxing.

“You’re right,” he replies just before he claims her lips.

The passion of that kiss leaves her senses reeling and makes her forget what she had been upset about. He continues to cradle her face with one hand as the other starts to work its way down her body. He gently caresses her breast and rubs a thumb over the nipple causing her to moan into his mouth and her knees to go weak.

His hand finally continues its journey south until it reaches her panties. With a deliberate slowness that he knows is quickly driving her insane; he starts to pull them down. He carefully drags his nails across her heated skin as he gently tugs on the delicate fabric making her whimper with want.

Suddenly, she pulls back, shocking him. She stands up straight and removes the last article of clothing herself. He watches her as she kicks the garment across the room. Before he has time to think about what to do now, she’s in the chair with him, straddling his lap and positioning herself over his erection.

She slowly slides down until he’s fully sheathed in her body. She closes her eyes and moans as a look of pure pleasure passes over her face. She stays like that for several seconds, enjoying the full feeling he gives her.

She grabs hold of his shoulders for balance as she starts to move up and down his length and he holds onto her backside to give her support. She keeps her eyes closed so she can concentrate on the sensations of their love making. Her moans fill the room and her breath dances across his skin as she starts to pick up the pace.

Her breathe becomes more erratic as she moves faster and faster, his shaft easily sliding in and out of her hot wet center as she pushes herself closer to the edge of oblivion. Suddenly she’s leaping off the precipice, screaming his name. She collapses onto him, causing him to be driven even further up into her until the head of his penis is pushing on her cervix. It’s a delightful pain that she enjoys as her body finishes shuddering before moving herself into a more comfortable position. With a contented sigh, she rests her head on his chest and listens to his heartbeat.

After about a minute, she notices that his heart rate hasn’t really reduced and with a subtle shifting of hips, she notes it’s not the only thing that hasn’t reduced. She sits back up and looks him in the eye. He stares back for all of two seconds before his mouth hungrily claims hers and she more than willingly succumbs to the passion.

His hands play havoc with her senses as he caresses her breasts and teases her nipples and all the while his lips are exploring her neck and earlobes, quickly driving her to the brink of insanity. She moans as the ember of desire quickly turns into a raging inferno. She starts to try moving up and down again, but her legs are still shaking from her last effort.

Suddenly, he pushes them towards the edge of the seat, puts one arm around her bottom and the other across her back between the bruises. Carefully he stands with her in his arms as she wraps her legs around his hips and her arms cling to his shoulders. She’s not sure where he’s going, at this point she doesn’t rightly care as long as he doesn’t let go.

When she feels the wood of the desk under her, she gasps in surprise. She hears him hastily pushing items out of the way and the sound of various items including the keyboard hitting the floor barely registers in her lust filled brain. He positions her on the edge of the desk while spreads his feet far enough apart so that he’s at the perfect height. Keeping the one arm around her back he places his other hand against the wall behind the desk to give him stability and a bit of leverage.

As he starts to move in and out of her, it’s all she can do to hold onto him so that she doesn’t fall off of the desk. She throws her head back making noises that defy description while he continues to pump his erection into her. Her sweat covered body makes it hard for him to hold onto, but he just holds her tighter as her hips match his powerful thrusts.

Her nails dig into the scales on his shoulders as her cries hit a fevered pitch. He starts to move faster as his head falls forward and his gills desperately try to absorb enough oxygen to maintain this activity. He can feel his release coming as a tingling sensation starts at the base of his spine and moves forward to his balls. Just when he’s sure he can’t take it any more, she explodes with her release and he gladly follows suit.

Blindly, he reaches behind him and fumbles around for the chair. As soon as he makes contact with it, he pulls it over and happily sits down on it, dragging Maggie with him as he goes. Both of their bodies tremble with the exertion and they gladly hold onto each other as something that might resemble control is finally restored to their systems.

Looking down on her beautiful face resting on his shoulder, he gently brushes a few strands of sweat soaked hair from her face. She languidly opens her eyes and looks up at him while a very satisfied smile plays across her lips.

“I think I might need that ICU bed now,” she barely manages to get past her very sore throat.

He chuckles as he kisses her forehead and tries to get more comfortable in the seat. He pulls her closer as she closes her eyes and sighs a contented sigh. Several minutes pass and he discovers that he’s losing feeling in his legs so he decides to get up.

He looks down at his wife and notices the totally relaxed look and the even breathing. She’s sound asleep and he’d rather chew off his own legs than wake her. He carefully repositions her, ever mindful of her bruises, stands and then carries her up to bed.

Once in the bedroom, he gently places her on the bed, face down. After making sure she’s as comfortable as possible, he heads for the bathroom. Sleeping in the tub that’s more than big enough for her less than five and a half foot length, but way to small for his six plus foot frame is a cramping experience and he wouldn’t trade it for the world.
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