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A Magical Wedding	By : TheShadowCat Category: G through L > Hellboy Views: 4671 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Oh dear.”

“‘Oh dear?’” she asks incredulously, slapping the drawing she had been hold up down onto the counter with a loud ‘SMACK.’ “You got spotted by a kid, who, if talking was an Olympic sport, would be a gold medalist, and all you can say is ‘Oh dear?’”

“Would ‘oops’ make you feel better?” he replies with his typical head tilt and a graceful wave of his hand.

“No,” she snarls. “How about ‘I’m sorry, honey. You were right and I’ll never do it again.’”

“I’m sorry, honey,” he repeats as he pulls her into his arms. “You were right and I’ll never do it again.”

“I’m still upset with you, you know,” she grumbles as rubs her cheek against his foam neoprene clad chest.

“I know,” he replies as he gently strokes her hair.

She sighs as she closes her eyes and wraps her arms around his waist, content to let the worry start to drain away from her. There’s nothing they can do about Allison seeing him except hope that people just shrug it off as the ranting from a child with an over active imagination. The sound of his heartbeat sooths her and calms her nerves. She doesn’t even realize that she’s starting to fall asleep in his arms until the sound of the microwave causes her to nearly jump right out of her skin.

“What are you nuking?” she asks as she turns and looks at the appliance.

“Nothing,” he answers. “I was using the timer to let me know when to take dinner out of the oven.”

“The microwave has a timer?” she inquires, going over to the said machine.

“Of course,” he replies as he points to the button marked ‘TIMER.’ “It’s right there.”

“Oh.”

She stands there staring at the microwave as she feels her embarrassment crawl up from her toes and aim itself to her hairline. He quietly removes dinner from the oven, not saying a word and desperately trying not to laugh. She doesn’t need to be a telepath to know he’s attempting to hold it in, so with as much dignity as she can muster, she goes to set the table.

Just as she’s finishing, he places dinner on the table and they sit down. While they’re eating, he tells her about his conversation with Guillermo earlier this morning and he’s startled as she starts to chuckle.

“I hardly think it’s funny that Liz keeps rearranging the books and papers in the library,” he admonishes her as she continues to snigger. “She’s disrupting Guillermo’s organization.”

“She’s nesting,” she replies as she tries not to giggle. “You should have seen Sharon when she started nesting. Ron called me begging me to help him. In the course of one week, she had rearranged the furniture in the entire apartment ten times. He had no problem with it at first until she decided to rearrange their bedroom furniture with him still in bed sleeping.”

“Poor Guillermo,” he chuckles as he shakes his head. “Having to deal with that and it’s not even his wife.”

“It’s ok,” she reassures him. “He’s used to it.”

“How can he be used to it?” he asks in confusion. “He’s not married.”

“Not any more he’s not,” she replies sadly.

“I didn’t think Mages got divorced,” he responds, still confused.

“He’s not divorced,” she simply states as she stands and starts to clear the table. “And to stave off the next question, it was a drunk driver that killed them.”

“Them?”

“His wife, their two girls and their unborn son,” she answers while she pulls out storage containers. “I never knew them. They died before I was born.”

“I never knew that,” he states. “Guillermo doesn’t think about them when I’m around.”

“I’m not too surprised,” she responds with a yawn. “It was a very long time ago.”

“Let’s get the food put away and then you should go to bed,” he suggests. “The dishes can wait until morning.”

“AH! The bed!” she cries. “It still needs the sand vacuumed out of it.”

“I’ll take care of the bed, you deal with dinner,” he offers.

“Ok,” she replies as another yawn claims her.

He leaves and a few minutes later she can hear the vacuum cleaner going. She finishes putting away the food, gets the dishes soaking and then trudges up the stairs. When did the house get so many steps?

When she enters the bedroom, she barely notices Abe finishing making the bed and she heads past him into the bathroom. She starts the shower and then slowly starts to undress, completely unaware that she’s being watched. Once she’s down to her birthday suit, she adjusts the water temperature and gets in. She stands in the spray, barely staying awake and completely oblivious to everything going on around her.

“Would you like some help?” he asks after watching her for about a minute.

Her noncommittal grunt is all the invitation he needs as he quickly strips. He slips into the shower with her and pulls her away from the wall, sliding between her and it. She leans heavily against him, resting her cheek against his chest and he smiles as he grabs the shampoo.

After spending probably more time then necessary with his hands in her hair, he helps her rinse out the lather in her tresses. Then he picks up the soap and starts to wash her body. He starts with her back ever mindful of the bruises there.

He turns her so her back is to him and starts to was her front, desperately trying to keep his libido in check. Not an easy task with her moaning with pleasure and rubbing her warm, wet naked body against him. He stills her movements by wrapping his arms around her.

“If you don’t stop doing that, I won’t be held responsible for what will happen,” he warns her.

“Swear?” she purrs seductively as one of her hands sneaks behind her and starts to caress his thigh, slowly moving upwards.

“Maggie, stop,” he begs as he grabs the wandering hand by the wrist. “You need sleep.”

“I’m tired, Abe, not dead,” she states as she looks up at him over her shoulder. “And you didn’t seriously think I was going to stay sleepy with your hands on me, did you?”

His resolve is quickly dissolving as she starts to squirm against him. He protests with a groan as her free hand takes up what the other one didn’t finish. The soap hits the floor about one second before his still sudsy hands start to caress and fondle her body of their own accord.

Her moans and movements shatter what little resolve he might have had left and she’s made aware of it by the hard object sticking her in the small of her back. She turns to face him and lips collide in a mind numbing, soul searing, reality warping kiss. Hands run rampant over their bodies as lips start to explore whatever can be reached.

The passing of a tongue tip over a gill and suddenly she finds herself up in his arms and pressed against the wall. She barely manages to wrap her legs around his waist before he slides in and starts pounding into her. Her cries fill the room as she deftly ignores the ache in her back as her senses go into overload.

He drives into her hard and fast, pushing himself to the edge. He feels her climax but he barely pauses for her recovery before he starts to move again. Her groans start to drive him well past the point of sanity as he moves even faster. All too soon he feels the tingle starting at the base of his spine and the tightening of his sack. With a few final thrusts he finishes, yelling her name as she screams his.

He stands there trembling while she tries to cling to him with what little energy she has left. A few minutes later his flaccid member slips out of her and she moans for its loss. With a sigh, she lowers her legs and he carefully sets her back on her feet. Her legs feel like they’re made of pudding so she holds onto him while leaning against the wall. He presses his forehead against the wall as the water washes over his gills giving him some respite.

“Good god, Abe,” she gasps. “Remind me not to let you go so long without sex again.”

“Do I get to chose how I remind you?” he asks, laughter rumbling from his chest.

“I’m not sure if my sanity could survive it,” she chuckles back.

“Good,” he mutters as he pulls her closer and buries his face in her soaked hair.

“I wish you could stay,” she whispers to herself as she holds onto him.

“Come with me,” he mumbles into her ear.

“I can’t,” she sighs, closing her eyes and listening to his heartbeat. “What am I to do with Magick? I can’t have Helen take care of him while he’s in quarantine. She’d be in the hospital within a week. I can’t move him until his time is up. That’s going to be nearly six weeks. And even if I could move him, where would I take him? I have no place for him at the bureau.”

He has no argument to try and dissuade her from her decision, so they stand in silence, unsure of what to do next. After several minutes of this, she sighs and pushes him away.

“I need to finish getting washed,” she states as she starts to look around for the soap.

He bends down and scoops up the misplaced item before he hands it to her.

“Thanks,” she mutters as she takes it from him.

“Would you like some help?” he asks.

“I think I better do this for myself,” she answers with a small smile. “I don’t think my body or my sanity can take you washing me anymore.”

Regretfully, he nods and gives her a gentle kiss before he leaves the shower. He dries off and dresses and then looks in on her. She’s slowly getting the job done and he can see the exhaustion in her face.

“Are you sure you don’t want help?” he questions.

“I’ll manage,” she reassures him wearily without looking up.

Without another word, he leaves and goes downstairs. He swings by the office and picks up some books before heading into the family room. He makes himself comfortable on the couch and starts to read. Some time later, an unexpected noise startles him and he nearly leaps to his feet when he finally notices it’s just Maggie. She’s standing there, leaning against the door jam with her damp hair hanging loose down her back and wearing a long silky nightgown. His heart skips a beat from the mere vision of her.

“What are you doing up?” he inquires. “I thought you were going to go to bed after your shower.”

“I thought so too,” she replies. “I couldn’t sleep.”

“Come sit with me,” he offers as he settles back down and pats the cushion next to him.

Without another word she crosses the room and curls up next to him. After about a minute of squirming around, she finally gets comfortable and lies on the couch beside him with her head in his lap. He takes a glove off and starts stroking her hair as he goes back to reading his book.

A few pages later, he realizes that she’s fallen into a deep sleep. With great care, he stands up, turns off all the lights and then carries her upstairs, putting her to bed. A short time later finds him in the tub joining his wife in dream land.
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