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A Magical Wedding	By : TheShadowCat Category: G through L > Hellboy Views: 4662 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Maggie wakes to the feeling of kisses being placed on her cheek, ear, neck and shoulder and a cool moist body pressed against her back. She yawns and stretches a bit while a blue arm encircles her waist and pulls her closer. She snuggles back, leaning into the ministrations. Something in the back of her mind tells her she should be mad, but it feels so good to be held and touched.

She squirms around to face him as Abe’s lips claim hers in a passionate kiss, pushing her onto her back. She feels the blood rushing to all the right places and her nerves seem to be tingling. Her hands start to wander over his strangely textured skin, reveling in the feel of him. She feels something hard pressing into her thigh and one of her hands travels towards it.

She finds it and runs her hand down the length of the hardened member. As she reaches the base and gently strokes the sack underneath, Abe throws his head back, flaring his gills and letting out something close to a howl. Maggie takes advantage of the newly exposed neck and starts to kiss down the newly revealed flesh, pushing him onto his back.

She kisses, licks and nips her way down his neck, past his collar bone, onto his chest. She explores his powerful chest, enjoying the way the skin darkens every time her mouth comes in contact with it. Slowly, ever so slowly, in the most delightfully torturous fashion, she makes her way down across his stomach until she reaches his incredible hard penis.

He lies there gasping for air like a fish out of water with uncontrolled groans escaping past his lips. All conscious thought stopped the instant her hand came in contact with his manhood. Her mouth is driving him crazy as it slowly makes its way down his body. At this point he’s not sure he has a name. He’s not even sure he ever had one.

She runs a hand up the inside of his thigh as she kisses around the hardened member. Carefully avoiding the twitching item, her lips play across his hip. Finally, her mouth finds the skin next to the base of his penis.

He lets out something between a whimper and a moan at her touch. He has both sets of eyelids closed to block out any distractions other than the feel of her touching him. His body is trembling with anticipation. Her hands and lips are killing him softly by putting him into sensory overload.

She looks up at his face. His head is thrown back, his back is slightly arched and his hands are gripping the down comforter that she had been wrapped in when she fell asleep. She glances at the clock and sees that it’s just after 6:00.

“Geez, look at the time,” she gasps. “I need to get dinner on the table.”

With that, she swiftly rolls off of the bed, grabs the clothes that were discarded from earlier and heads out the door, closing and ‘locking’ it behind her. She swiftly dresses in the hallway and then trots downstairs, heading straight for the kitchen.

Abe lies there staring at the ceiling and trying to figure out what just happened. He hears her descending the stairs and realization finally dawns on him. With a growl and a sigh he tries to bring his body under control. He has little success and finally he resorts to a very cold shower.

After he finally emerges with all appendages back down to their normal size, he dries off and goes in search of his gear. He finds his clothes from the wedding and respirator in the walk in closet. He dons them and heads for the door.

He gingerly puts a hand on the door knob and it easily turns in his hand. He heads downstairs and into the kitchen. Finally, he finds Maggie bustling around the room getting dinner onto the table. He stands in the doorway watching her.

“Oh, good, you’re up,” she says when she spots him. “Dinner is almost ready.”

“That wasn’t very nice,” he states in a less than amused tone.

“Making dinner isn’t very nice?” she questions in mock confusion as she puts the salad bowl onto the table.

“You know what I mean,” he says in a near growl.

“Oh, you mean leading your wife on until she thinks she’s going to explode and then leaving her in the lurch isn’t very nice?” she asks with a mocking tone, her eyes wide and her eyebrows raised toward the hairline. Her eyes narrow and her voice becomes a dangerous growl. “You’re right, it’s not.”

With that, she turns on her heel and stalks towards the stove. He watches as she gently stirs something in a steaming pot. Abe knows that the gentle stirring belies the anger and hurt just below the surface, he doesn’t need his telepathy to tell him that. Her free hand is clenched in a fist and shaking.

He stands and watches her as she drains the pot into a colander. After shaking out the excess water, she puts what appears to be some sort of pasta into a bowl and then pours some type of green sauce over it. She stirs the pasta to try and evenly disperse the sauce.

“What are we having?” he asks in a more subdued voice.

“Linguini with a pesto sauce, bread and salad,” she answers flatly, not bothering to look at him.

“Sounds wonderful,” he states, taking a step into the kitchen.

She doesn’t answer as she continues to toss the pasta rather roughly. He quietly walks up towards her and nearly gets hit in the stomach with a bowl of linguini as she turns around. She’s startled for a moment but quickly recovers.

“Would you please put this on the table?” she asks as she pushes the bowl towards him.

“Yes, of course,” he replies as he takes the bowl from her and does as she asks.

When he’s done, he comes back and finds her cutting slices of bread from a large loaf. He comes up behind her and places his hands on hers, stopping the sawing motion.

“I’m very, truly and deeply sorry for what I did to you earlier. I never meant to hurt you,” he says as he lays his forehead down on her shoulder. “Can you forgive me?”

He can feel her relax with a sigh and he takes a step back, releasing her hands. Laying the knife down while letting go of the bread she then turns to face him. She encircles his waist with his arms and buries her face in the material of his shirt. He wraps his arms around her shoulders and gratefully returns the hug. He lets his mind go blank as he rests his cheek on top of her head. They stand there for a few minutes until another one of her sighs interrupts his spacing out.

“I’ll forgive you on two conditions,” her voice wafts up from the level of his chest.

“What would those conditions be?” he asks.

“One, you never do that again,” she states as she looks up at him with sad eyes, “and two, forgive me for what I did earlier. What I did was totally uncalled for.”

“Agreed,” he answers.

Their lips meet. A gentle kiss giving and receiving love and reassurance soon turns into something deeper that starts to build a growing hunger. At least it does until someone’s stomach growls. Neither one is sure whose stomach it was as they stand there and laugh.

“We should eat dinner,” Maggie finally says. “It’s getting cold.”

“What would you like me to do?” Abe asks.

“Could you get drinks for us while I finish slicing the bread?” she requests as she turns back towards the counter and goes back to her previous task.

“Yes, I can,” he replies. “What would you like to drink?”

“A glass of wine would be nice,” she responds. “I believe there’s an open bottle of white zin in the fridge.”

“Umm,” Abe stalls.

“’Umm’?” she nearly snarls.

“Alcohol isn’t good for the baby,” he states.

He can all but hear the muscles in her back tightening. Slamming the knife back down onto the counter, she spins around and faces him; her eyes burning with anger. Moving faster than a striking snake, she grabs his wrist. Lifting her shirt to reveal the smooth skin of her belly, she slaps the flat of his hand onto the exposed flesh.

“Am I pregnant?” she asks through clenched teeth.

Not even bothering to take a moment to enjoy the feeling of the soft skin under his hand, he quickly spreads his fingers and examines her. Within a few moments he has the answer. With a sigh, he can only shake his head in response to her question. Forcefully pushing his hand away, she turns and heads for the fridge.

“It’s not in there,” he states without looking at her. “I removed all of the alcohol when I took away the coffee.”

Without even skipping a beat she turns and heads out the door of the kitchen.

“What about dinner?” he asks her retreating back.

“You go ahead and eat,” she calls back without stopping. “I’m not hungry.”

“Where are you going?” he inquires when he sees her pass by the staircase.

“I’m going for a walk,” she snaps. Suddenly she spins back around and glares at him. “Or am I not allowed to do that either? After all I wouldn’t want to hurt our nonexistent baby.”

“Walking is a good form of exercise,” he responds meekly.

She turns back around and continues her charge out of the house. He contemplates telling her that skipping meals isn’t a good for the baby, but decides keeping his head attached to his neck is a far better idea. He watches as she opens the front door and then slams it shut behind her. Figuring she can’t get far without shoes on, he gives a resigned shrug and sits down to eat his dinner.

Maggie quickly trots down the front steps and charges across the driving loop and the open area in front of the house. Since she spends most of her time barefoot as soon as the weather allows, her feet are sufficiently hardened against small rocks and pebbles. As she walks past the Northern Red Oak that lives in the open area the dryad sticks her head out of her tree.

What troubles you, Keeper? she asks.

“My husband,” Maggie snarls. “He seems to think that now that we’re married he has the right to run my life.”

What is a ‘husband’? the dryad questions as she further emerges from the tree.

“Sorry, my mate,” Maggie amends as she turns to face the tree spirit. “Like hawks. If humans do it right, they stay mated for life.”

And your mate displeases you? she queries.

“Not him himself, his actions,” Maggie explains. “He keeps telling me what I can and can’t do.”

So why do you let him? she asks.

“I’m not letting him,” Maggie replies with a sigh. “He’s doing things when I’m not around that displeases me. It might not be so bad if he’d talk to me about it first, but he just does it and then springs it on me. This isn’t how it’s supposed to be. It’s supposed to be a partnership.”

Then tell him, she states.

“It’s not that easy,” Maggie responds. “Most of the time I’m near him I just want to be in his arms. When I’m there, nothing else seems to matter. Nothing else exists but the two of us. I though he learned his lesson the last time he tried ordering me around. What happened to the man I fell in love with?”

‘Most of the time?’ she inquires.

“The rest of the time I want to ring his neck for being a self righteous jerk,” Maggie mutters angrily.

The dryad has no response to that, so she returns to her tree. Turning back around, Maggie starts to walk again. She follows one of her favorite paths that circles the lake. She lets her legs carry her farther from the house, not really paying attention to where she’s going. She’s completely lost in thought until she suddenly realizes that she’s in her old favorite thinking spot.

It’s located at the highest spot on the property over looking the lake. If she looks carefully, she can barely make out the house almost completely hidden by trees on the other side of the lake. With a sigh, she sits in her favorite spot between the roots of a white pine tree. She looks out over the lake and watches as the shadows lengthen across the water.

A movement caught in her peripheral vision makes her turn her head quickly, her body tensing. A mountain lion quietly watches her from the underbrush he’s just come through. It’s been a long time, but she knows this cat. She’s known him since he was a cub. She sends out a small tendril of energy as a way to greet him.

She waits to see if he remembers her. He hesitantly pads towards her. He carefully touches noses with her and sniffs as she exhales. His ears prick forward and a deep rumbling purr comes from his chest as he recognizes her. He bumps his forehead into hers and then runs his face down the side of her face.

Closing her eyes, she enjoys the soft warm fur brushing against her skin. She feels a sudden weight in her lap. Opening her eyes and looking down she sees that the lion has lain down beside her and is using her lap as a pillow. Purring, he closes his eyes and falls asleep.

She smiles as she relaxes against the tree and starts stroking the luxurious pelt. She continues to watch as the sun sets and the just past full moon that was already over the horizon casts its light onto the lake.

Being here with an old friend takes her back to before that fateful morning when an earthquake rudely awoke her just over a year ago. She remembers how organized her life had been. There were no surprises; almost every day was the same.

“Do you miss it?” Abe asks quietly.

She starts slightly. She hadn’t been expecting him to come find her and the mountain lion doesn’t seem to pleased with this either. He lifts his head and lets out a low growl. She quickly increases her stroking of his fur and sends a tendril of calming energy towards the large cat. With a snort, he lays his head back down, but he doesn’t fall asleep again and he never takes his eyes off of Abe.

“I miss the simplicity of it,” she finally answers without looking at her husband. “But I don’t regret the changes that have been made. Mostly. All in all, it was a pretty boring life.”

Abe cautiously approaches her, keeping a wary eye on the lion. Even when he comes to stand next to her, she still doesn’t look at him. He crouches down beside her, yet she still looks out over the moon lit scene in front of her.

“Why won’t you look at me?” he questions.

“Because I’m still upset with you,” she replies.

“Maggie, please understand that what I’ve done, I’ve done with our child in mind,” he starts.

“A child that I’m not carrying, need I remind you,” she states with a growl.

“I know you’re not pregnant yet, but that doesn’t mean you won’t be soon,” he counters as he sits down beside her and leaning against the tree.

“Abe, it wouldn’t have been so bad if you had just talked to me about it,” she says, the pain and hurt evident in the tone of her voice.

“Your right,” he concedes. “I should have talked to you first. I didn’t think it was such a big deal.”

She holds up her arm that’s not stroking the cat straight in front of her. The shaking is very evident even in the low light.

“Ever been in caffeine withdrawal before?” she asks.

“No, I can’t say that I have,” he answers.

“It’s not fun,” she replies as she lets the arm drop. “It would have been nice to have some warning that I was going to have to go through this. But what makes it even worse is that I’ve gone through it alone. You were so busy making sure that I didn’t harm a possible baby that you never stopped to think how your actions would affect me. I came in second to a fantasy baby.”

With that said, silent tears start to fall down her cheeks and her breath becomes ragged. Abe hangs his head in shame and ends up staring eye to eye with the cat. Another low growl escapes the throat of the large animal. Maggie taps the lion on the middle of his forehead with one of her fingers.

“Hey, no growling at the husband,” she tells him. “That’s my job.”

Abe smiles a small smile and looks up at her face. He suddenly realizes she’s not joking and the smile quickly fades. With yet another snort, the mountain lion gets up and walks back the way it came, disappearing back through the underbrush.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers.

“You said that earlier and you followed it not five minutes later with yet another one of your little surprises,” she bitterly reminds him. “How can I trust you if you keep springing these changes on me?”

“But I did it…,” he starts, stopping when he sees the look on her face. “You’re right. You have no reason to trust me now. In my defense all I can say is that I was trying to do what was right. I guess I blew it, huh?”

“You could say that,” she responds.

“From now on I will discuss with you any changes that I want to make,” he states. “This I prom…”

He’s stopped mid word by a fast moving hand over his mouth. He’s briefly startled by the pain caused by his lips being crushed into his teeth. After blinking the nictitating membranes over his eyes a few times, he looks at her and sees her staring at him with a look that is a mixture of anger and fear.

“Don’t ever promise me anything,” she hisses. “Breaking a promise to a Mage is worse then condemning yourself to a death sentence.”

“We promised to love one another for the rest of our lives at our wedding last night,” he reminds her after pulling her hand away from his face.

“I know but that was a pretty safe promise,” she says. “Whether or not we made those promises, we will love each other for the rest of our lives. Mages never divorce and they never remarry if one of the partners dies. But loving someone and respecting them are two different things. And quite frankly, you haven’t shone me one ounce of respect since I got up this morning.”

She sits back against the tree, pulls her knees to her chest and looks back over the lake. With a sigh, she wraps her arms around her legs and rests her chin on her knees. Exhaustion finally starts to take its toll on her, so she puts her forehead down where her chin had been a moment before.

She feels Abe start to slip one arm behind her and the other arm under her legs. Her head snaps up and she glares at him. He pulls back and returns to his spot next to her.

“What do I have to do to get you to forgive me?” he asks.

“Let me be in charge every once and a while,” she states after about a minute of silence. “This marriage is supposed to be a partnership.”

“I can do that,” he replies. “So, what do you want to do?”

She looks at him for a few moments and then moves from her spot. She crawls towards him, forcing him back against the tree. Once she has him pinned there, she reaches up and starts to remove his respirator.

After the pieces are removed, she hikes up her skirt, straddles his lap and starts to unbutton his shirt. Once the shirt is completely open, she starts running her hands over his chest and stomach. Very carefully, she runs a nail along the base of his front gill. She can feel him growing against her through the thin material of his pants.

“Maggie,” he gasps.

“Shhh,” she shushes, placing a finger against his lips. “Let me be in charge.”

He gulps, nods and blinks his nictitating membranes several times while she starts to kiss his neck. In short order, her lips find his gills and her tongue traces the same path as her nail did earlier. He moans as he arches his back into her. His hardness presses into her groin and she rocks her hips into him in response.

Her lips finally leave his neck and trace a hot, wet line across his jaw bone until she finds his lips. Her hands, which had been resting on his chest, start tracing patterns across his shoulders and down his arms until they reach his hands. She takes his hands into her own and places the shaking appendages on her hips.

“Touch me,” she half pleads half orders into his mouth.

He more than gladly complies as his hands slide up her top and quickly finds her breasts. He cups them in his hands and runs a thumb over each nipple making the flesh harden. She throws back her head and arches her back, gasping his name.

He lifts her shirt until the breasts are exposed to the night air and then claims one of the tight pink buds with his mouth. He teases the sensitive flesh with his tongue and teeth. She gives out a cry of pleasure as her hands grab the side of his head and gently pushes him back.

She starts kissing him again as she leans her bare chest against his. He wraps his arms around her and holds her to him. After several minutes of tongue wrestling, she carefully pushes herself back. She looks him in the eye as her hands slowly trace first his chest muscles and then his stomach muscles. He trembles at her touch while his hands rub up and down her thighs and small moans escape his lips.

When her fingers touch the waist band of his pants her nails run across the top of the garment, lightly touching the skin. He tries to jerk out of her reach, but is stopped by the tree behind him. She raises an eyebrow at him.

“Tickles,” he gasps as he grabs her hands.

An evil smile crosses her face and he looks as worried as he can get. She reclaims his lips with her own and gently pulls her hands free. Reaching between them, she finds the button to his pants and undoes them. Sliding a hand down the front of his pants, she creates a barrier between his rock hard manhood and the zipper she’s slowly sliding open.

Something between a whimper and a groan resonates from his chest as wraps her hand around him and gently pulls him free of the pants. Her lips leave his as she pushes herself down his legs and sits on his shins. She looks him in the eye, his gills are working furiously to deal with what his body is going through and he has to keep passing his nictitating membranes over his widened eyes.

“Are you going to spring any more unpleasant surprises on me?” she asks.

He shakes his head ‘no’ and she crawls farther up his legs until she’s sitting just above his knees.

“Are you going to talk to me when you think there needs to be a change?” she inquires.

He nods his head ‘yes’ and she scoots the rest of the way up his legs. Sitting up so she’s kneeling in front of him, her chest is at eye level to him. Quickly snaking a tongue out, he licks one of her nipples causing her to gasp.

She gathers up her skirt in one and then positions herself over his erection, using her free hand to guide him to the right place. She lowers herself down until the tip is pushing against her hot, wet core.

“Do you trust me?” she whispers.

“Yes,” he hisses in response.

With that she lowers herself the rest of the way down until he’s fully sheathed inside of her. Letting out a moan of her own, she starts to move up and down amazed at how deep he can penetrate with her on top.

She grabs onto his shoulders for balance while his hands grab her backside to help give her support. He lets her set the pace as his body shivers with anticipation and moans resonate through his chest. He tries desperately to hold back his release so that she can find hers as well.

She delights in the feeling of him inside of her, his coolness inside of her hotness. Moving up and down, in and out, her mind is completely gone. All that is left is the need to keep moving, keep feeling.

It becomes even harder for him to hold back as she picks up the pace and her cries reach a fevered pitch. A few moments later he feels her walls spasm around him as she hits her orgasm and that’s all he needs to follow her a second later. He’s barely even aware of her memories flooding his mind, though he does notice one thing.

She collapses against him, panting and shaking with exhaustion. A strong wind cools the sweat on her body, causing her to shiver as well. As she slowly comes down from her orgasmic high, she finally realizes that she’s the one that’s causing the wind to blow and with barely a thought, she stops it.

Abe pulls her shirt back down to its original position before wrapping his arms around her and holding her shuddering body to him. After a few minutes, he realizes her skin is covered in goose flesh from the cold. Sitting forward a bit, he removes his shirt and then places it around her shoulder. She gladly slips her arms through the sleeves.

“Thank you,” she whispers as she leans into him.

“We should get back to the house,” he states.

“That would require moving,” she informs him while snuggling into his chest.

“Yes, it would,” he agrees, a smile starts to creep across his face.

“Nope, sorry, can’t do it,” comes the slightly muffled voice.

With a chuckle, he grabs her and flips her off of his lap and sets her down next to him. She lets out an indignant screech and gives Abe a mock glare while she pulls her knees to her chest for warmth. Still chuckling, he zips his pants back up, finds the parts to his respirator and puts them on.

After standing up, he extends his hand to his wife to help her stand. With some minor grumbling, she takes the offered appendage and lets him pull her to her feet. She lets out a sudden whimper of pain which causes Abe to wrap his arms around her instinctively.

“What’s wrong?” he asks worriedly.

“My knees,” she hisses. “I think I was a little rough on them.”

He carefully releases her and kneels down in front of her. Pulling the billowing material of her skirt out of his way, he looks at her lower legs. He sees dirt and small twigs stuck to the front of her legs from her knees down to her toes. He gently brushes off the detritus and then straightens up, facing her.

“I can clean them up when we get back to the house,” he offers.

She simply nods her agreement and suddenly finds herself scooped up into his arms. She’s too exhausted to argue and just wiggles into his arms, getting more comfortable. He smiles as he gently kisses her head and then starts back down the path.

“No underwear, huh?” he asks as he starts down the path.

“Forgot to get them when I left the bedroom earlier,” she answers sleepily. “I was in a bit of a hurry.”

About an hour later finds him taking the front steps with a sleeping Maggie in his arms and his muscles starting to scream in protest. After several failed attempts, he finally manages to open the front door without dropping her. He carefully carries her upstairs and puts her on the bed.

He gets the necessary first aid items from the bathroom and then tends to her knees. After cleaning off the ground in dirt, he finds that the flesh is just primarily bruised with some minor scratches mostly at the bottom of her knees. He quickly dresses the wounds and then returns the equipment to its proper place and then starts the water in the tub.

Returning to the bedroom, he carefully wraps his sleeping wife in the down comforter. Kissing her on the forehead, he leaves a subconscious suggestion in her mind. Then he makes his way back to the tub and after stripping, crawls into the water. His last conscious thought before he drifts off to sleep is that he is going to make tomorrow better than today.
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