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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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Too short. Their time together has been too short. And quite frankly, she’s not happy about it as is evident with the silent tears dropping into the dish water as she washes the pots and pans from the last dinner he has made for her.

She thinks back over the past couple of days which consisted of them collecting more firewood. They worked constantly from the morning until late afternoon except for their occasional stops to scare the local wildlife. That last thought brings a sad smile to her face as another tear falls into the sink.

She bites her bottom lip as she tries to keep the sobs in, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She doesn’t want him to hear even though she’s pretty sure that he wouldn’t be able to hear her from the pond where she sent him to rest, but why take chances.

“You bite your lip any harder and you’re going to break the skin.”

She lets out a startled yelp as she spins around, dish water flying everywhere and stares at him through tear filled eyes. She blinks furiously to clear her eyes as she wipes her face with her forearm.

“You’re supposed to be in the pond,” she manages to choke out after she finally swallows her heart back down to where it’s supposed to be.

“I was,” he responds. “But I don’t want our last night together to be spent apart.”

“Don’t you want one last swim?” she asks shakily as another tear makes a trip down her face.

“Yes,” he answers as he steps closer to her. “But not as much as I want to spend tonight with you.”

“But…,” she starts to protest as he moves closer.

“Do you want me to leave you alone?” he asks as he reaches out and brushes the tears off of her cheek.

“No,” she moans as she closes her eyes and leans into his touch.

“Come with me,” he whispers into her ear while he takes one of her wet, soapy hands in his.

She can only nod as he starts to pull her out of the kitchen. He leads her upstairs but before they get to the master bedroom, he stops and turns to her. He puts a finger under her chin and brings her face up to meet his just as he gives her a gentle kiss. She gives out a soft whimper at the feeling of his lips on hers

“Close your eyes,” he quietly orders after he finally breaks the kiss.

“They are closed,” she points out since she had shut them the instant their lips had met.

“Good, keep them that way,” he states as he starts to pull her forward again.

He leads her on for a few more steps and then stops, a moment later she can hear a door open. He pulls her forward a couple of feet before stopping again and dropping her hand. She can hear him moving about and the scent of lavender and jasmine reaches her nose. Finally she feels him step up behind her, placing his hands on her hips.

“Open your eyes,” he whispers in her ear, causing goose bumps to form down her arms.

She does as she’s told and then gasps. There are candles of every size and shape imaginable illuminating the room; strings of fairy lights are haphazardly strung across the ceiling and all but the bottom sheet and pillows have been stripped off of the bed. But it’s what’s on the night stand that really grabs her attention: a small plate with several pieces of what appears to be dark chocolate truffles rests there.

“Are those…?” she starts to ask, pointing to the dish.

“Yes,” he breathes just before planting a kiss on her neck.

A small moan escapes her at the feeling of his lips on her flesh and she closes her eyes, leaning her head to one side to give him freer access. But instead of taking the offered neck, he steps away from her. She looks around for him and sees him pushing a button on a CD player she had previously not noticed.

A few seconds later music fills the air. A few notes into the song and she recognizes it as an old favorite that she hasn’t heard in quite some time. She looks up at him as he takes her into his arms and they begin to dance.

Together--midnight in summer

The air’s so much warmer

Falling in love under starlight

Holding on so tight—together

They stare into each other’s eyes, getting lost there and happy to stay that way. She can already start to feel her body heat up in all the right places

I won’t leave you lonely tonight

I want you to hold me all night

It’s gonna be alright

I won’t leave you lonely tonight

Their lips meet and the world disappears as they float in a sea of sound and feelings. Her warm spots are starting to burn with pent up desire and her breathing becomes more ragged.

Imagine—the air filled with jasmine

The breeze blows with passion

You and me dance with desire

The moon is on fire—imagine

The kiss finally ends, and if she wasn’t dizzy enough from that heady experience, he starts to spin her around the room.

I won’t leave you lonely tonight

I want you to hold me all night

It’s gonna be alright

I won’t leave you lonely tonight

Suddenly, he turns her around so that she’s back to chest with him. One of his arms snakes around her and begins to pull her blouse out of the top of her skirt as his other hand begins to pull up her skirt, dragging nails across her thigh and raising more goose bumps. His mouth finds her ear and she reaches back, grabbing a hold of his leg with one hand and the back of his respirator with the other, trying to keep from collapsing on the floor in a puddle. Her held in desires burn with such heat that she’s sure she’s going to burst into flame at any second while mewls of passion fill the room.

Je t’aime beaucoup mon amour

You are the one I adore

I won’t leave you lonely tonight

I want you to hold me all night

It’s gonna be alright

I won’t leave you lonely tonight

The hand pulling on her blouse finally makes its way inside, undoes her bra and begins to fondle her breast. His other hand has found its way to the hot, wet area between her legs and starts to massage the small bundle of nerves he finds there. Her moans nearly drown out the music as she feels herself quickly racing to the edge of oblivion.

Na-na-na…

Te amo mucho mi amor

You are the one I adore

Te amo

As the last strains of music fade away, she cries out her completion and her legs give out. Fortunately, he has a firm hold on her torso and crotch, so he’s able to prevent her from falling. As the first few blaring bars of the next song come blasting out of the player, he steadies her on her feet before reaching over and turning the machine off.

It takes several more moments before she relaxes her grip on him and he starts to chuckle in her ear. He loosens his hold on her as she turns to face him, still a bit light headed from his attentions.

“Good thing I was still wearing my gear,” he smiles as he pulls her into his arms again. “You had quite the grip on me.”

“It’s your own fault you know,” she counters, looking up into those incredible deep blue eyes of his. “But now I know why you wanted me to wear a skirt this evening.”

“Guess I’ve been found out,” he chuckles as he leans down to claim her lips once more.

He carefully guides her across the room until the back of her legs collide with the edge of the bed. She can feel the buttons on her blouse start to come undone as she reaches for the buckles on the side of his top. As soon as the upper garments are removed, bare flesh meets, sending all coherent thoughts out the window.

Within a relative short amount of time her skirt and panties disappears, but his shorts take a bit more work. She grabs the top of the foam neoprene and starts to slowly peel it down his legs leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses in her wake down one of those slightly shaking appendages. By the time she gets his shorts down to his ankles, he has a death grip on the brass bedpost and he’s making a moaning sound that is more felt then heard. She leaves the garment where it is, effectively hobbling him, and starts to work her way back up the other leg that is now noticeable shaking.

By the time she reaches his hip, his erection is a deep blue and the moans have become very deep groans. To most, the sound he’s making would probably be at best disquieting, but she finds it arousing. Her tongue sneaks out and delicately touches his sack.

Before she knows what hits her, she’s on her back on the bed and he’s on top of her, pounding into her. She opens her legs wider to allow him deeper access into her moist folds and her cries echo off of the walls. He pushes her harder and faster towards the edge until with one final thrust he sends her screaming over it.

As she lies there panting for breath, he pulls out and then starts nibbling his way down her body starting at her neck. It takes her several dazed moments before she realizes what’s happened and by the time she does, he’s already past her collar bone and aimed at a nipple. He finally makes his target and starts to suck on it, tickling the delicate bud with his tongue while she gasps and grabs his head.

As her hands start to caress him, they come in contact with his respirator. Her fingers start to work their way to clasps that hold the thing together and he pulls away causing her to whimper at the sudden loss of contact. She pushes up on one hand and reaches for him with the other. He grabs the searching hand and kisses it.

“Not yet, love,” he murmurs as he moves closer. “Let’s make this last.”

With a brief mind numbing kiss, he gently pushes her back down and continues his torment. His lips are such delightful torturing devices that all she can do is moan and squirm at their assault on her senses. As he works his way from one breast to the next, she closes her eyes as her grip on reality loosens and she’s not sure she has a name anymore.

While she lays there lies there trying to remember his name, she feels her legs lifted into the air. When she finally manages to open her eyes, she can see her ankles resting on his shoulders as he positions himself at her opening. She can feel her body trembling and she’s not sure if it’s from anticipation or exhaustion.

He slides into her again and she closes her eyes again as the feeling of him filling her sends a delightful shiver up her spine. He moves slowly at first, letting her adjust to the sensation of him loving her again. When her moans start to fill the room again, he knows he can pick up the pace and he does.

He closes both sets of eyelids as he continues to move. It takes every bit of control that he has to keep from ending this too soon. Her moans and whimpers are sorely taxing his abilities as he forces himself not to lose it.

She had nearly forgotten how good this position feels with his cool rock hard penis constantly rubbing on her elusive G-spot. Her moans quickly become cries as she can feel herself being drawn towards the edge. He moves even faster and she feels herself drop off into the abyss screaming his name.

She lies there trembling, nearly spent as he pulls back once more, furiously blinking his nictitating membranes. He feels her legs slide down his arms and watches as they flop back down onto the bed like of a couple of logs. He looks down on her body, covered with a thin sheen of sweat. His gaze finally falls upon her face with sweat soaked hair matted to it. The pensive look on her face has him worried as he reaches up to push her hair aside.

“What’s wrong?” he asks quietly.

“You’re not done,” she croaks out, her throat sore from all the screaming. “I don’t think I can keep going.”

A tear leaks out of her eye and slides into her hair. He leans over and kisses the trail away and then kisses his way to her lips. He gives her a long, slow, gentle kiss that leaves her trembling even harder.

“Can you do it one more time?” he questions after he pulls back a little.

“I don’t know,” she whispers. “I’ll try.”

“Thank you,” he whispers back and gives her another quick kiss. “Help me take the respirator off.”

With shaking hands, she starts to peel the equipment off of him. Piece by piece, it’s removed and carefully put to the side. By the time she removes the water chamber, her hands are a bit steadier but still, she’s tired. He reaches over to the nightstand, picks up the plate resting there and brings it onto the bed.

“Maybe this will give you more energy,” he suggests as he holds one of the delightful morsels up to her lips.

She opens her lips enough for him to slip the sinful treat into her mouth. The look of pure bliss on her face as she sucks on the truffle and the moan she emits is almost more than he can take. With a full body shudder, he manages to bring himself back under something that resembles control.

He picks up another truffle and bites off the bottom of the chocolate. She watches him; her curiosity piqued as he takes the remaining part and gently presses onto her nipple. She shivers as her body starts to respond once more to his touch. After making sure that little pink bud and most of her breast are covered with gooey sweetness, he slides the piece of melting chocolate across her chest to her other nipple and gives it the same treatment.

Once he’s done covering those wonderful orbs, he looks up at her face and sees her staring back at him with lust filled eyes. He picks up another piece of chocolate and holds it up for her. She opens her mouth and before he can move she captures the fingers holding the truffle and begins to suck on them, never taking her eyes off of him.

A growling moan resonates from his chest just before he dives into the chocolate covered dessert he’s prepared. Strangled cries escape her throat as she sucks even harder while arching her back towards him. The taste and feeling of her as he licks and sucks on her breasts cause him to start making that deep moan again. Just when she’s sure she’s going to explode, he suddenly backs off causing her to protest loudly.

He reclaims his fingers just as he repositions himself above her. She looks up at him and their lips meet in a mind searing kiss. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulls her to him. She encircles his torso with her arms and legs as he once more enters her womanhood.

He goes slowly at first, reveling in the feeling of every millimeter of her body, inside and out. She urges him on as her lips latch onto his collar bone and starts to suck for all she’s worth. He groans as starts to lose control and goes faster and faster. She has to let go as he continues to slam into her, forcing her to concentrate on breathing while her cries fill the room once more. All too soon, he feels the all too familiar tingle starting at the base of his spine that travels up to his balls and she feels every nerve ending explode while she screams his name.

The intense sharing of memories and feelings leaves them both shaken as does the knowledge that this will be their last night together for who knows how long. She tries to hold the sobs in, but it’s no use and soon her body is wracked with uncontrolled crying. He holds her closer as she buries her face into his chest.

Unconsciously, he makes a crooning noise to try and bring her comfort. Some time later, she relaxes in his embrace and he knows that she’s cried herself to sleep, so he carefully pulls back. He winces inwardly as he realizes that he’s latched onto her again with his suction cups, but she makes no sound as he gets them to release her.

After putting the plate of truffles back on the nightstand, he pulls his shorts that are still around his ankles up, finds the discarded bedding, repositions her and tucks her into bed. He collects his gear and heads back out to the pond. He floats in the middle of the water already missing her even though he hasn’t left yet. The need for her fills him, body, mind and soul.

Unconsciously, he starts to keen, attracting the fish in the pond. He ignores them as they brush against him. He eventually falls into a fitful sleep where he dreams of her.

Shortly before dawn, a blue and green figure with black stripes emerges from the pond. Slowly, he dons the gear he had left on the shore before heading back up to the house. Once there, he enters briefly to open the front gate and then goes and sits on the front steps.

He doesn’t have long to wait for the sound of a large truck drawing closer to travel across the still morning air. A short time later, he can see the headlights reflecting off of the wrought iron fencing just before the truck itself is visible. He watches in silence as the garbage truck pulls through the gate and goes around the loop to stop just in front of him. He stands and heads for the back as the back panels separate allowing him access to the interior.

“Abe?”

He quickly turns around at the sound of her sad, tired voice. She stands just outside the door wearing nothing more but a hastily put on robe. Her hair is badly mussed and her eyes are puffy from lack of sleep and crying. Quite frankly she looks like hell and she feels it too.

“Were you going to leave without saying goodbye?” she asks with a quavering voice.

“I thought that’s what we did last night,” he answers as he retraces his steps up the stairs.

“Oh,” she says with a hitch her throat.

She quickly turns and starts to return to the house, attempting to hide the new wave of tears threatening flood her being again. He swiftly closes the distance between them, grabs her arm, turns her around and holds her close. The uncontrolled sobs wrack her body once more while he just holds her, just as miserable as she. By the time the tears abate, the sun is starting to come over the horizon.

“What the HELL is the meaning of THIS!?”

Both of them jump and turn towards Manning whom they never heard approach but they can see his limo pulled up behind the garbage truck. He’s waving something in front of their faces and it takes them a few moments just to be able to focus on the moving target, but when they do, they both turn a darker shade of their natural colors.

In Manning’s hand is a copy of the ‘National Enquirer’ with a very grainy, slightly out of focus picture taken at a rather high angle of the front of Maggie’s car looking through the front window. In the front passenger seat of the car is a man with blue skin and a webbed hand talking on a cell phone. Though you can only see the man’s chin and hand, there’s no mistaking it’s a photo of Abe probably taken from one of the security cameras at the gas station.

Maggie has had enough. Between the lack of sleep, depression of her husband leaving and the hormones of the pregnancy, she has had enough.

“Well, what the HELL do you THINK it is?” she yells back, stepping towards the older man totally ignoring the fact that she didn’t tie the robe’s tie. “It’s your DAMN fault I had to take him to the beach!”

“YOU TOOK HIM TO THE BEACH!?” Manning screeches.

“WHAT CHOICE DID I HAVE!?” she screams as Abe reaches from behind her and quickly closes the front of her robe, wrapping his arms around her middle. “YOU DIDN’T GIVE HIM SOMETHING TO SOAK IN THAT HAD THE CORRECT TYPE OF WATER IN IT! INSTEAD YOU SEND HIM TO ME WITH NOTHING AND WITHOUT SALT WATER TO SOAK IN HIS SKIN STARTS TO CRACK!”

She’s trembling as all of the pent up rage and frustration comes pouring out and Abe can feel and hear her breath coming in ragged gasps. He pulls her closer to him to keep her from lunging at the director. Manning stands there for several seconds staring at her. He blinks a few times as he digests this information before he finally looks up at Abe.

“You need salt water?” Manning asks, obviously confused.

“It is what’s in my tank,” Abe replies with his familiar head tilt. “If you’ll excuse us for a moment Dr. Manning, I’ll be ready to leave in a little bit.”

Manning stands there looking from one to the other, the woman on the verge of losing it again and the merman with the unreadable face. He opens his mouth to start reprimanding them again but stops mid-inhale at Abe’s slight shake of the head. Manning closes his mouth and stomps down the steps to his waiting limo.

“Come with me,” he begs once more.

She violently shakes her head before roughly pushing away from him and rushing back into the house, slamming the door behind her. With a defeated slump of his shoulders, he turns back to the garbage truck. A short time later, he’s in the large vehicle headed back to the bureau. Inside the house, she barely makes it to the bathroom in time as she’s served her first bout of morning sickness.

Disclaimer 1: I don’t own the rights to Shania Twain’s ‘I won’t leave you lonely.’

Disclaimer 2: I don’t own so much as a single copy of the ‘National Enquirer’ much less any rights to it.
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