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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 slowly. Her room is brighter than normal, but this doesn’t quite register on her sleep fogged brain. Letting out a huge yawn, she stretches her sore, tired muscles. Finally, she opens her eyes and takes notice of the abundance of light despite the closed curtains. Glancing over at the clock, she sees it’s well after 11:00 in the morning, though her brain is having trouble registering this fact.

She lies there in a happy daze where everything seems right in the world though she’s not quite sure why. She can smell the flowers blooming outside and hear the birds singing on the other side of the window. She squirms around trying to get more comfortable and realizes that she’s not wearing anything. Startled, she wakes fully and sits up. The sticky wet feeling between her thighs quickly reminds her why she’s naked and a smile crosses her face.

Remembering what happened after the guests left last night brings some very powerful feelings to the surface. Her body responds by heating up a certain area and makes her want to be touched again. A shiver runs down her spine and goose bumps appear on her arms as her heart beat and breathing get a bit faster.

Looking around, she notes that she’s alone in the large bed. She knew that this was going to happen. She and Abe discussed it some time ago. He can’t stay out of water for too long, or there will be problems, so it’s impossible for him to stay in bed with her. While she does understand, it doesn’t mean that some small part of her, hidden in the back of her mind, hadn’t hoped that he would be there when she woke up.

With a sigh, she swings her legs over the side of the bed and stands only to almost fall. An unexpected ache in her hips and legs catches her by surprise. She leans against the bed for a moment until she feels like she can move again and starts to cross the room. Picking up her discarded robe off of the floor, she dons it. Then she heads out of the room and downstairs.

She’s still not quite fully awake yet and coffee is definitely top of her to do list. She enters the kitchen and sees that someone has already set up the coffee maker. She sends a thankful prayer to that person and turns the machine on.

Turning back around, she leaves the kitchen and heads down the hall to the bathroom. She decides to take her shower while waiting for the coffee maker to do its thing. After a minute, the hot water finally makes it to the tap.

She hangs the robe on the back of the door and steps into the spray, quickly adjusting the temperature and eventually finds the smallest thing known to man: the line between too hot and too cold. With a sigh of relief, she closes her eyes. She leans against the wall letting the hot water wash down her back and loosen the tight muscles in her back. Rocking from side to side, she tries to get the aching muscles in her hips and thighs to ease up.

She’s slightly startled by the sound of the shower door opening and a gust of cool, dry air comes rushing in causing her to slightly shiver. She briefly glances over her shoulder as a tall thin blue figure joins her. He closes the door behind him, stands behind his wife and admires the view.

“Abe, I love you with all of my heart, but if you don’t get out of the way of the water, I won’t be held responsible for my actions,” she states by way of greeting.

“Good morning, to you to,” Abe chuckles in response.

Forcing her to step back, he slides between her and the wall, letting her lean against him. The movement causes her to wince slightly, but she tries to hide it. Laying her ear next to his heart, she listens to the soothing beat.

He starts to rub his hands up and down her back causing her to quietly moan with pleasure. The combination of her bare body leaning against him, the moaning and the warm water is enough to cause a certain part of his body to start to wake up.

“Are you all right?” he asks.

“Tired mostly,” she answers. “I had company over last night, they kept me up well past my bed time, and then some blue sex god ravaged me until I couldn’t see straight.”

“So, how was the ravaging?” he inquires a smile starting to tug at the corners of his mouth.

“Well, seeing as I have no basis of comparison other than that one time, I can’t answer that question,” she teases looking up into his dark eyes.

“I’ll see what I can do,” he offers, the waking body part is almost fully roused. “What else is wrong?”

“Hips and legs are sore,” she replies. “I guess they’re not used to those types of activities.”

“You know the best way to deal with sore muscles, don’t you?” he asks, his body is now completely awake and his hands travel south towards the sore muscles, caressing wherever they wander.

“Well, there’s soaking in a tub of hot water,” she answers while her hands play across his chest. “There’s also massage.”

“And then there’s movement,” he rumbles in her ear as he hands roam down even further. “Movement is best for getting the lactic acid build up out of those muscles. I highly recommend movement.”

“And what type of movement did you have in mind?” she purrs as her own hands slide down his abdomen.

Never taking her eyes off of his face, her hands wander down his hips and gently start to tease his awakened member. Slipping fingers down either side of his penis, she barely touches him causing him to gasp, gills fully flaring out from his neck, and his eyes widening considerably. Grabbing her hands and pulling her flush to him, his lips capture hers in a passionate kiss.

“I can think of some movements to help those sore muscles,” he says in a husky whisper after finally letting her up for air.

“Oh, really? And what would that be?” she gasps.

His lips answer her with another kiss and his hands wander down her water slicked chest. Cupping each breast in his hands, he gently rubs his thumbs over the nipples causing them to harden. She gives a deep moan into his mouth as her hands travel over the back of his head to his neck and gills.

Suddenly, his lips move from hers and start to work their way down. Soon they find a hardened nipple and her moans become cries of pleasure as she arches into him. Another stroke of the gills and she’s in his arms and pressed against the wall. She wraps her legs around his waist as his lips reclaim hers.

After a few failed attempts, the tip of his penis finds her opening. Carefully lowering her down, he buries himself deep inside her hot core. She moans his name while he starts to pull in and out drawing out her pleasure as long as he can as her hips match his. He tries to hold back, but soon it to much and he’s moving faster and faster, her own hips keeping pace. Her panting and moaning his name is bringing him closer to the edge. He can feel her muscles constricting around him as she starts to plunge over the edge, so he speeds up the tempo even more, pushing her harder into the wall.

All of her muscles seem to contract at the same time as his mental shields collapse once more. As she screams his name, he finds his own release in her.

Several minutes later finds them still with him holding her up, her legs wrapped around him and them gently kissing. His flaccid member finally slides out of her causing her to give out a sad whimper.

“We’ll work on those sore muscles some more later,” he whispers in her ear. “I swear.”

“I’m going to hold you to that,” she teasingly threatens as her exhausted legs release him and slide towards the floor.

“As long as that’s not the only thing you hold to me,” he replies with a smile while he lets her down and keeping hold of her before her legs give out.

“I really should finish getting washed,” she states. “The water heater isn’t endless.”

“I’ll help,” he offers as he grabs the bottle of shampoo.

Within moments, Abe’s hands are up the wrists in lather as he washes her hair. Maggie leans into the ministrations, practically purring. She’s nearly asleep when he pushes her head under the stream of water. Sputtering in surprise and indignation, she looks over at him and shoots him a dirty look.

“I think I’d better do the rest,” she says as she takes a step away from him.

“Are you sure you don’t want help washing your back?” he asks, picking up the bar of soap.

“Not unless you’ve suddenly become the poster boy for Viagra,” she answers, barely containing her laughter and grabbing the soap out of his hand. “Go get something to eat; I’ll be out in a few minutes.”

He gives her one last lingering kiss and then leaves. With a sigh, she finishes washing and finally emerges from the shower just as the water from the water heater starts to cool. She quickly dries, grabs her robe and leaves the bathroom.

She gives out a gasp when she opens the door. A blue arm and hand is holding a large glass with an orange liquid in it.

“Where’s my coffee?” she asks, eyeing the glass suspiciously.

“I poured it down the drain,” he answers.

“That’s grounds for divorce I’ll have you know,” she growls. “Why did you pour my coffee down the drain?”

“Caffeine is bad for the baby,” he replies.

“Baby!? What baby?” she demands, glaring at him. “We’ve only done it twice! It’s a little early to be decorating the nursery, don’t you think?”

“According to both your grandmother and Guillermo, Mages conceive the first time they make love,” he responds with a smile as he holds the glass out for her.

With an exasperated sigh, she takes the drink and sips. A shudder runs through her body as the tart flavor hits her taste buds. She starts heading up the stairs and thinks of making another pot of coffee later while Abe is soaking.

“I’ve hidden the coffee and the coffee maker as well,” he tells her retreating back.

She pauses for a moment before continuing her ascent, grumbling the whole way. Several minutes later she comes back downstairs and heads for the kitchen. On the kitchen table is a salad with a note next to it.

My love,

Here’s your lunch. Please take the vitamins after you’ve eaten. I’ve gone for a swim; maybe you can join me later.

Love,

Abe

Grumbling some more she looks at her meal waiting for her. Lying on the table beside the glass of water next to the plate is a rather large yellow pill. Picking it up, she examines it.

“Magick wouldn’t be able to swallow this thing,” she complains to the empty room.

She looks around for the bottle that it came from and sees it on the counter. She crosses the room and picks up the container.

“Prenatal vitamins? I don’t believe this,” she grouses. “We haven’t even been married for twenty-four hours and he’s already talking babies. What am I? An incubator?”

Slamming the bottle to the counter, she returns to her lunch and eats it. After several minutes of getting up the courage, she even manages to swallow the pill without gagging.

After finishing her food, she spends the next couple of hours cleaning and doing chores. Hoping doing these mundane tasks will help cool her ire, she does the laundry, the dishes, sweeps, vacuums and dusts. She even scrapes the wax from the candles off of the furniture in her room. But when it’s over, all she is is dirty, sweaty and still miffed.

With yet another sigh, she spends a few minutes ‘looking’ for her coffee maker and coffee. With a growl, she realizes Abe wasn’t joking about removing the coffee from the house. It’s no where to be found

With determination, she changes, grabs a towel and then heads out the front door towards the lake. Tossing her towel onto a near by rock to warm in the sun, she kicks off her shoes and steps into the cool water. She wades in until she’s in up to her knees and then she dives in. She swims around for a several minutes letting the cool water wash off the dirt and sweat.

After about fifteen minutes of swimming and no appearance put in by Abe, Maggie’s anger starts to turn to worry. She begins to wonder if something has happened to him and if maybe she should call the bureau. But before she can head towards shore, something grabs her ankle and drags her under before she can scream.

As she is blinking her eyes to adjust them to the cold, fresh water, a smiling blue face pops up in front of her. Before she can get angry at him for scaring her like that, his lips find hers and all thoughts in her head beat a hasty retreat. Tongues wrestle as lake water fills their mouths.

When their lips finally part, they’ve resurfaced and Maggie takes a deep breath of air. Meanwhile, Abe is exploring her neck and ear with his lips. Her hands travel over his arms and shoulders, finally reaching his neck and gills. All anger and worry are gone, replaced by need and want.

His smooth body rubs against hers causing delightful shivers to run down her spine. His lips move down past her collar bone causing her to throw back her head and moan. As his lips claim a hardened nipple, an idle thought wanders through her brain wondering where her bikini top went.

After nearly driving her insane by playing with her nipples, Abe continues to head south with his lips exploring her body. Finally, he works his way past her hips and down to her thighs as he pulls off her bikini bottoms. After making sure that last article of clothing is safely out of reach, he gently pushes her legs apart.

He kisses his way from her knee working his way up her inner thigh. As he gets closer to his goal, he can feel her writhing. He keeps a firm hold of her hips to keep her still and to hold her up high enough so she can breathe.

Her arms frantically scull the water trying to keep her head above water as her spine seems to have been replaced with a wet noodle. She uses what little control she has not to crush him with her legs as his tongue finds her center. He licks, nips and sucks her clit causing her hips buck into his face. Her cries of pleasure carry over the water as he quickly and deftly bring her to orgasm.

She’s barely able to keep herself upright as she desperately tries to catch her breath. She feels Abe’s lips start to work their way back up her body and his hands coming up to help support her body. She gladly lets him as she gently traces his gills with her finger tips and nails.

A shudder runs through his body as he reclaims a nipple and gently sucks on it, circling it with his tongue causing a similar response with her. Her legs wrap around his torso and she thrusts her hips into him. Taking the hint, he releases the sweet pink bud and continues his travels up her body as her body slides down his. Soon, his lips find hers again.

She whimpers her need into his mouth while he positions her over his erection. She shivers with anticipation as he simultaneously pushes her down and thrusts his hips up to bury himself deep inside of her.

She throws her head back with her eyes closed, moaning his name as her hips match his thrusts, clinging desperately to his shoulders. She rides on waves of pleasure, the water enhancing the sensations. He drives faster and harder into her, leaving her gasping for air between the whimpers and moans. Soon she can feel herself edge near the precipice. She tightens her legs to try and push him further into her. Then, with a final convulsion, she crosses the line into oblivion, barely aware of Abe’s memories while they flood her mind as he finds his own release in her.

Several minutes pass as they just hold each other and Abe treads water for both of them. Maggie allows Abe to start pulling her towards shore before she realizes she’s missing something.

“Wait,” she says feebly, eyes barely open. “My bathing suit…”

“I have it,” he reassures her, holding up said item.

“May I have it please?” she asks, reaching for it.

“No,” he answers, pulling it out of her reach.

“What do you mean ‘No’?” she attempts to growl.

Suddenly, Abe releases her and dives into the depths of the lake. She treads water, trying to discern where her aquatic husband is.

*Come and get it, if you want it,* his voice says in her head.

At first, she’s tempted to try and chase him, knowing full well that she’ll never catch him. However, she realizes how tired she’s become and she’s starting to shiver with cold now. Looking towards shore, she notices that she’s maybe about fifty feet from her towel. Forcing her tired, and in some cases sore, muscles into moving, she heads for land.

A few minutes later finds her with her feet on solid ground, wrapping the sun warmed around her. Tucking the towel firmly in place, she puts her shoes back on and heads back up to the house. As she places her foot on the first step that leads up to the house, she hears something that nearly makes her jump out of her skin.

“Miss Cavendish?”

Looking up, Maggie sees Helen at the top of the stairs. Maggie tries to force her heart back down to a more normal rate before answering.

“Yes, Helen, what is it?” she asks as she starts back up the steps.

“Are you alright?” Helen questions.

“I’m fine, thank you,” Maggie answers. “Why are you up here?”

“I heard some strange sounds coming from the direction of the house,” she explains. “I thought I’d come and investigate. It sounded like someone was, um, screaming.”

“That’s odd, I didn’t hear anything,” Maggie lies, reaching the top of the stairs. “Maybe you heard a bird or something.”

Helen moves to one side as Maggie walks past her, headed for the house.

“Miss Cavendish, where’s your swim suit?” Helen questions.

“I’m not wearing one,” Maggie answers.

“You went skinny dipping in the middle of the day?” Helen asks incredulously.

“Yes, so?” Maggie responds with a raised eyebrow.

“Most people do that at night,” Helen points out.

“Most people don’t own their own lake,” Maggie replies as she climbs the steps to the porch.

“Good point,” Helen concedes. “Magick’s getting a little antsy again, by the way. We also got that new horse in and he looks like he’s going to be a hand full. Do you think you could come down and look at him?”

“Sure, I’ll come down tomorrow, probably around mid-morning,” Maggie answers.

“That would be great, thanks,” says Helen. “Have a good evening, Miss Cavendish. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Good night, Helen,” Maggie responds as she heads into the house.

Once inside, Maggie aims herself for the bathroom, blissfully dreaming of a hot bath. The time spent in the water has chilled her to the bone and she wants nothing more than to get warm and maybe take a nap. Kicking off her shoes, she starts filling the tub and then leaves, heading for the kitchen.

Once there, she sets the tea kettle to boil to make some tea. Opening the cabinet, she discovers all of the tea with caffeine has mysteriously disappeared. All that’s left is two types of herbal teas: chamomile and peppermint. With a less then amused sigh, she pulls out the box of peppermint tea and sets to making herself a cup.

Returning to the bathroom with mug in hand, she opens the door and notices that the water in the tub has been turned off and the water drained out. She doesn’t even bother to turn around.

“Why?” she growls.

“Because bathing in hot water can hurt the baby,” Abe answers as he shuts the door.

“It hasn’t even been twenty-four hours yet, Abe,” she points out through clenched teeth. “How can I possibly be pregnant?”

“It’s best not to take any chances,” he replies.

She stands there shivering, as he opens the shower door and starts the water in there. She’s not sure if the shaking is caused by being cold or angry at this point, but her tea is in danger of being all over the floor at any second. Abe comes over and carefully pulls the cup away from her. He pulls her towel off and then takes her hand, gently pulling her towards the shower. She refuses to budge and just glares at him.

“Please, come get warm,” he urges as he steps up to her.

She continues to scowl up at him. Knowing that he’s not going to get anywhere with her angry he goes for the quickest way to make her happy or at least less stubborn. Leaning down, he delicately touches his lips to hers. At first, she doesn’t respond, but after a few seconds, she relents and returns his affections. He deepens the kiss as he wraps his arms around her.

While still kissing her, he steps back, pulling her with him. Soon they’re at the shower door. He snakes an arm around, opens the door, reaches in adjusts the water, never leaving her lips. Finally, he breaks the kiss and tries to push her into the waiting stream of warm water. He looks down and sees that she’s wrapped her own arms around his waist in a death grip. He turns his attention to her face and notices that her eyes are dark with passion.

He was so focused on getting her into the shower that he hadn’t noticed what effect his kiss was having on her. He gives himself a swift mental kick in the rear and starts trying to pull away from her.

“I can’t,” he tries to explain.

The passion is quickly replaced anger and hurt in those hazel eyes. She pushes him away and storms out of the room. He quickly turns off the water and follows her. By the time he gets to the master bedroom door, it’s shut. He tries the knob and it won’t budge. He knows that there’s no lock on this door, so it can only mean that she’s intentionally holding the door shut with her powers. Sighing, he leans his head on the door and knocks.

“Maggie, please let me in,” he calls. “I’m sorry.”

Getting no response, he places a hand on the door and extends his own powers to see if she’s alright. She’s extremely upset and she has no intention of releasing the door any time soon. On the plus side, she’s at least given up on the idea of taking a hot bath.

With another sigh, he heads into the other bathroom down the hall. Drawing himself a bath of cool water, he crawls into the large tub and turns on the Jacuzzi jets. Lying on his back, he stares at the ceiling through the bubbles wondering how to make Maggie see reason.

Maggie had heard Abe knocking on the door and then talking through it, but she just ignored it. She’s furious that he seems to be finding some of the most pleasurable things in her life and systematically taking them away from her. And if that wasn’t bad enough, he then gets her aroused and then tells her he can’t. She curls up into a fetal position, wrapped up in a down comforter and cries herself to sleep.
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