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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 what seems to be every bird in the forest singing right outside her window and running water. With a sigh and a moan she tries to get more comfortable and get a bit more shut eye, but discovers that it’s not possible thanks to yesterday’s activities. Emitting a noise that’s something between a groan and a whimper, she drags herself out of bed and heads for the bathroom.

Once there, she sees that Abe’s refilling the tub for some strange reason, but right now that doesn’t matter. She disappears into the water closet to deal with a more pressing need. When she comes out, the water’s been turned off and he seems to be resting, so she starts to head out of the room.

Join me? he asks.

“I’m not really into taking cold baths first thing in the morning,” she informs him, stopping.

When she steps up to the bathtub, she notices that he’s folded up in there and he’s watching her. She cringes at the sight of him in such a cramped position.

I know, he replies. That is why I warmed up the water.

“I thought I wasn’t allowed to take baths,” she reminds him a bit bitterly.

Hot baths, he counters. The water is warm, not hot.

Leaning over, she sticks her fingers in the water and is met with a liquid that is pleasantly warm, but definitely not hot. Before she can draw her hand back out, he captures it and pulls it further in. He kisses the palm of her hand and shivers start holding relay races up and down her spine. She feebly tries to reclaim her hand, but he refuses to let go as he continues his assault on her senses with just the palm of her hand and his lips.

Please join me, he requests again.

“You’re cheating,” she accuses weakly.

She can feel him chuckling as his mirth vibrates up the length of her arm and he starts to pull harder. She braces herself against the side of the tub, trying to fight him and losing miserably. He repositions himself in the bath allowing him to start kissing his way up her arm and her hand comes in contact with the soft supple skin of his chest.

Her mind pretty much goes blank as she starts to caress his hide and senses a rumble of pleasure coming from his chest through her fingers. He suddenly sits up, capturing her lips in a passionate, mind searing kiss. He reaches out and gently guides her into the tub with him. She settles in, sitting on her knees while her legs straddle his and she’s only vaguely aware of the sound of the water draining out the overflow holes.

He takes her into his arms mindful of her bruises and continues to kiss her. She gladly returns the embrace and buss while her emotions take control of her body.

Hands begin to wander, eliciting moans out of both of them and minds go completely blank as the passion heats up. Something hard pokes her in the lower stomach and she grabs it, rubbing her thumb over the slit at the end. A growl escapes his throat as he grabs her breasts and his thumbs tease her nipples to hardness causing her to gasp.

In a maneuver that would amaze her if she had any functioning brains cells left, he slowly leans back taking her with him until he’s leaning against the back rest and everything but his face and the top of his head is submerged. Wet human skin slides against soft fish scales driving her well past the point of sanity.

She lets go of his erection and repositions herself until she can feel it at her entrance. She sinks down onto him until he’s fully inside her and they both moan with the pleasure. Then ever so slowly, she starts to move creating small waves that quietly slap against the side of the tub with her motions.

The feeling of him inside of her fills her mind, body and soul as she continues moving with her eyes closed and a death grip on the edge of the bathtub as little mewls of pleasure escape her lips. He’s happy to be able to be in the water but her near snail pace is driving him crazy. He tries to encourage her to move at a faster tempo but she stubbornly refuses to change her gait.

“Faster,” he finally manages to gasp out.

She doesn’t even open her eyes as she shakes her head ‘no’ and continues her deliberately slow torment. Her now wet hair clings to her body in all the right places as she moves up and down, torturing him well beyond the edge of reason.

He suddenly changes their positions in a move that if she could think she would be sure defies a few laws of physics and she finds herself precariously perched on the edge of the tub. He has one arm wrapped around her and the other desperately holding onto the side of the bath as he starts to pound into her. She tries to hold onto him but his skin is too slippery to get a good grip on and she’s afraid that she might scratch him if she tries any harder.

“Got…you,” he grunts between thrusts.

Trusting him, she stops trying to get a grip and simply allows her hands to wander where they may. Her legs are a different matter as she tries to find a place for them that won’t interfere with their coupling or let them just flap about. She finally just wraps them around his waist and once again is able to enjoy their love making.

His hardness slides in and out of her with delightful friction as she moans her pleasure. He starts to move harder and faster causing her cries to echo off of the walls. Closer and closer he drives them towards the precipice and then suddenly they are both screaming over the edge.

He collapses back into the water, dragging her with him and managing to twist in such a way that they land the correct way in the tub. Unfortunately, she doesn’t have time to move her legs and finds herself in a rather uncomfortable position with her lower legs pinned underneath him and her on top of him adding to the weight and discomfort.

When her brain finally reengages several moments later, she starts to struggle to get out of the bath that’s now filled with rather tepid water. Not an easy task when both of your legs are pinned under your husband. A few seconds later, Abe’s mind returns to his body and he arches his back in order for her to get free. As soon as they’re disentangled, she shakily climbs out of the bath.

“Are you alright?” he asks after sitting up.

“A bit cold,” she answers with chattering teeth as she grabs a towel and starts to dry off. “And really sore.”

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes as he gracefully exits the tub.

“It’s alright,” she replies. She stops what she’s doing and looks at him from the corner of her eye. “Why is it that when we’re within a ten foot radius of each other we end up making love?”

“Isn’t that what couples are supposed to do on their honeymoon?” he inquires, tilting his head to the side.

“I suppose,” she responds while she finishes drying off. “But by the end of this week, I doubt I’ll be able to walk with my feet together.”

He chuckles as he pulls her into his arms and kisses her gently. She sighs as she rests her head on his muscular chest. They stay that way for several minutes until she reluctantly steps away.

“I need to go take care of Magick,” she states as she hangs up her towel.

“I could do that if you like,” he offers.

“No, but thank you,” she replies. “I need to reestablish my relationship with him. Without my powers, it might take a while. Besides, I don’t want anyone else in his barn except me and the vet until his quarantine is over.”

“I really don’t like you doing a lot of heavy lifting,” he counters.

“I’ve been mucking stalls since I was old enough to hold a pitch fork, Abe,” she responds, a bit irritated. “My body is quite used to the activity.”

“But when you’re farther along in the pregnancy…,” he starts.

“Then we’ll talk,” she states. “In the mean time, he’s waiting for his breakfast.”

“You should eat something before you go down there,” he says.

“I’ll grab something before I go down,” she replies.

“But…,” he starts to object.

“Abe, please stop acting like a mother hen,” she interrupts irritably. “I’m a grown woman and I can take care of myself. I’ve been doing it for many years now.”

He closes his mouth with an audible snap, turns and leaves. Realizing what she’s done, she quickly goes after him, stopping him just before he gets out the bedroom door.

“Abe, I’m sorry,” she apologizes.

He just shrugs it off and continues on his way. She follows him into the hallway and blocks his way at the top of the stairs. A combination of her still damp hair lying against her skin, lack of clothing and standing on marble floor with bare feet give her goose bumps all over her body and a solid case of the shivers, but she just ignores it.

“I really am sorry,” she repeats.

He refuses to look her in the eye as he tries to get past her, but she continues to bar his way.

“You know, when you’ve apologized, I’ve forgiven you,” she points out, a bit irked.

He mumbles something as pushes past her and heads down the steps.

“DAMN IT, ABE! STOP RUNNING AWAY!” she screams as she stomps her foot.

“I said you’re forgiven!” he yells back over his shoulder, still not looking at her or stopping his headlong flight down the stairs.

She lets out an ear splitting scream of frustration and the hurricane force wind that blasts through the house is enough to knock him off of his feet. He barely manages to grab hold of the handrail as he goes over and even then he still hits his head hard enough to send him for a loop. He’s not sure how much time has gone by but by the time he’s regained full control of his senses, he hears the kitchen door slamming.

He fumbles to his feet and staggers into the kitchen. Placing a hand on the door knob he ‘sees’ a very upset Maggie leaving the house fully dressed and with an apple in her hand. He opens the door with every intention of following her until the cool morning air stops him.

It takes him a full minute to understand what is wrong with this picture and then he finally looks down. He quietly closes the door and heads for her office. Once there, he collects his gear and dons it.

He leaves the house and quickly heads down the hill, intent on finding Maggie. As he’s about to pass the last tree, he hears someone knocking on wood. He peeks around the tree and sees Helen holding something white in one hand and pounding on Magick’s barn door with the other.

“Miss Cavendish, are you in there?” Helen yells through the heavy wood door.

Abe holds his post behind the oak and watches in fascination as the scene unfolds. A few moments later, the door opens and a rather bedraggled Maggie emerges. Her hair is loose and uncombed, her face is flushed and her eyes are red and puffy. She’s been crying and he leans his head against the rough bark of the tree as his heart sinks to the vicinity of his knees.

“What’s wrong?” Helen asks with a knowing look on her face.

“We had a fight,” Maggie answers with a sniff as she steps through the door.

She closes the door behind her and leans her back against it. After a brief flinch of pain, changes to a more comfortable position.

“What happened?” Helen grills.

“I snapped at him and he refused to accept my apology until I dragged it out of him,” Maggie responds sadly as another tear escapes down her cheek. “And even then it didn’t sound like he meant it.”

“What’d you snap at him about?” Helen continues her interrogation.

“He keeps making changes, or at least he tries to,” Maggie replies quietly. “He treats me like I’m going to fall apart or something. I’ve seen antiques handled more roughly than he’s been treating me.”

“Sounds like Doug after I got pregnant with Allison,” Helen states as Maggie turns a darker shade of red. Helen continues on as if she hasn’t noticed the color change, “You know, I was truly wondering about Abe, being as that he’s not quite…normal. But if he’s acting like this, I guess he is a man.”

“What do you mean?” Maggie asks.

“Well, let me ask you this,” Helen replies. “Do you sometimes want to take him into the bedroom and do things to him that would make a porn star blush one minute and the next you want to choke the living daylights out of him?”

“How did you know?” Maggie inquires, puzzled.

“Because that’s the way every woman in love feels,” Helen answers. “It’s a man’s job to drive us nuts. How about I grab you a cup of coffee to help settle your nerves?”

Abe gets ready to leave his hiding spot until he hears Maggie’s response.

“No, thank you,” she answers. “I need to go take care of Magick and then I need to go get that prescription filled. Are you and Doug still coming up for lunch?”

“Of course,” Helen replies. “Doug saw Abe through the window last night. Your husband made for some very interesting pillow talk afterwards. Doug was making a list of questions this morning at breakfast to ask you two. What time would you like us up there?”

“Noon should be good,” Maggie responds. “Have you told Allison or Jamy about Abe yet?”

“No, and I’m not planning on it unless you want me to,” Helen states.

“I think it’s best that you don’t,” Maggie replies. “I have enough younger cousins to know that little kids keep secrets about as well as a sieve holds water.”

“You’ve got that right,” Helen laughs as she hands the white item over to her boss. “By the way, here’s the quarantine sign you wanted and some thumb tacks for it.”

“Thank you,” Maggie says as she briefly looks at the sign. She stops; takes a closer look and then chuckles. “I see the kids helped.”

“You know my kids, if it’s a piece of paper, it needs to be decorated,” Helen smiles.

“Tell them thank you for me,” Maggie requests with a small smile. “It’s very nice. And, Helen, thank you for listening.”

“You’re welcome,” Helen replies, returning the smile. “We’ll see you about noon then.”

Maggie nods, turns and goes back into the barn as Helen heads off to do other things. Abe remains where he is, mulling over what he’s overheard. He’s not sure how much time has passed before he hears the barn doors open again.

Maggie exits, pushing a full wheelbarrow. She dumps the contents over behind the barn and then returns to the building with the barrow. She leaves the barn once more about a minute later, closes the door and then pins the quarantine sign on it. She starts up the hill and passes his hiding spot without noticing him.

“Do you really want to ‘choke the living daylights’ out of me?” he asks quietly.

She starts slightly and then stops, but doesn’t turn around.

“How much of our conversation did you eavesdrop on?” she asks, less then pleased.

“All of it,” he answers as he walks up to her and gently places his hands on her shoulders.

“That’s considered very rude, you know,” she states unhappily.

“I know and I’m sorry,” he responds as he gently rubs her upper arms. “Please understand that I’ve never had such a close, personal relationship before. I just want to take care of you.”

“There’s a fine line between caring for someone and smothering them,” she whispers too tired to fight any more.

“I’ve probably crossed it a few too many times this past week haven’t I?” he inquires.

She mutely nods her reply as she lets out a sigh and her stomach lets out a growl. He quietly chuckles as he steps around her and he takes her hands into his. She looks up at him with eyes still gritty and sore from crying as her head slightly throbs and her sinuses slowly starts to drain.

“Let me care for you,” he whispers as he brings his forehead to hers.

“What did you have in mind?” she asks warily.

“Let me make you breakfast,” he offers.

“That would be wonderful,” she concedes, relaxing.

He gently kisses her before he turns and leads her up the hill still holding one of her hands. Once they reach the back steps, he helps her take her boots off.

“Why don’t you go take a shower while I make breakfast?” he requests. “It’ll make you feel better.”

She nods her agreement and slowly gets up. She finally staggers upstairs and heads for the bathroom. She gets in the shower and gets clean. After she’s done rinsing off, she continues to stand there leaning against the wall in the relaxing heat that’s washing over her with her eyes closed and that’s where Abe finds her about twenty minutes later.

“Breakfast is almost ready,” he says without preamble as he reaches in and turns off the water.

She finally cracks an eye open and with a groan pushes off of the wall and steps out of the shower as steam escapes into the bathroom. He hands her a towel and she puts her hair up into it turban style. He hands her a second towel and she starts to dry herself off with it right after giving him a quick kiss of thanks. He smiles, gooses her behind and barely makes his escape before a towel snaps the spot he had previously been occupying.

Several minutes later, Maggie enters the kitchen as Abe finishes putting breakfast on the table. She laughs at the sight of all the food spread out before her. French toast, scrambled eggs and soy bacon sit steaming on their various plates waiting to be eaten.

“How hungry do you think I am?” she asks unable to hide her smile.

“Well, you are pregnant,” he points out.

“Now don’t give me that I’m ‘eating for three’ line,” she warns. “I doubt a couple of blobs of cells the size of a pin head are going to be requiring all that much food.”

He takes another look at his handy work and turns a slightly darker shade of blue.

“I guess I did go a little overboard,” he admits, a bit chagrined.

“That’s ok,” she reassures him as she snags a few slices of bacon. “We can freeze the leftover toast and have it some other time.”

They serve themselves in silence and after getting everything just so, they start to eat.

“This is very good, love,” she states. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he replies and then tilts his head to the side, curious. “But the French toast isn’t as good as Doug’s.”

“He’s had a bit more practice,” she responds, slightly flushed. “Maybe you could ask him for his recipe this afternoon.”

“Ah, yes, speaking of which,” he starts. “What would you like me to serve for lunch?”

“I don’t know,” she answers. “I thought I’d get some sandwiches when I went into town.”

“You don’t want me to make lunch?” he asks, a bit hurt.

“I never said that,” she replies. “I didn’t want to impose on you.”

“I don’t mind,” he responds.

“Are you sure?” she asks.

“Quite sure,” he answers.

“Then I’ll leave it to your imagination,” she tells him. “You haven’t had any bacon. Why?”

“It’s not real bacon,” he states.

“Ok, when did Hellboy possess you?” she asks jokingly.

“I’m sorry,” he answers. “I tried some earlier and it just didn’t taste right to me.”

“Since I’ve only had soy bacon, I wouldn’t know the difference,” she responds with a shrug.

“You would if you tried some,” he suggests.

“They’ll be snow skiing on the sun before that happens,” she retorts. “It doesn’t matter; I can make a sandwich out of the leftovers.”

He nods and they go back to eating, finishing in companionable silence. When she’s eaten her fill, she realizes that a full belly combined with interrupted sleep and exertions both mental and physical make for a very tired body. She looks over at the dirty dishes waiting for her and groans inwardly.

Abe suddenly stands, takes her hands in his and pulls her out of her seat. Then he leads her out of the kitchen and back upstairs into the bedroom.

“The stores don’t open for a couple more hours,” he states. “Go take a nap. I’ll wake you in about an hour.”

Unable to come up with an argument, she nods and heads for the bed. She strips down to her panties, drops her clothes onto a nearby chair and crawls under the covers, relishing the feeling of the cool sheets against bare skin. Abe watches all of this as a certain part of his anatomy twitches. He can’t wait to wake her up.
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