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Chapter 15: No Worries Buffy laid in bed, waiting. The hot bath had done wonders to her aching body, but very little to sooth her nerves. It wasn't like Angel hadn't been out fighting demons before, but now that she was pregnant, she was worried about him more often and bursting into tears thinking about him fighting without her. She was getting really annoyed with her unbalanced hormones. She heard voices from downstairs, another perk of being pregnant, she was always alert, keeping herself aware of her surroundings. With difficulty she sat up and shifted off the bed, making her way downstairs. At the stairway she noticed that Angel was back. She smiled in relief at the sight, but then the smile disappeared as she noticed the blood on his chest. She hurried down the stairs and quickly made her way to him. “Angel”, she breathed out and drew his attention to herself. She sat down next to him on the round settee and inspected the wound, to her small relief she noted the bleeding had nearly stopped. “You got shot?” she questioned and he looked somewhat embarrassed. “It appears that the demon managed to get a hold of the pistol”, Wesley answered as he walked across the hall to them and handed her the emergency kit he had been fetching from the office. “The demon shot you with your own gun?” Buffy questioned incredulously, but Angel refused to even meet her eyes, he was too embarrassed. He had been in too much of a hurry to get back home that he had been careless while facing the demon, given his age and experience he thought he wouldn't make such beginners mistakes, but guess he was wrong. “Just one more point that a gun equals bad”, she stated and gently removed his jacket, noticing the exit wound on his back and a hole in the jacket. She dipped a cotton ball in alcohol and started cleaning the wound. He hissed at the pain as it burned. “Sorry”, she whispered and placed a soft kiss to his shoulder. “It's okay”, he assured her, finally meeting her eyes. He couldn't get an infection or anything from the wound, but it seemed to make her feel better so he didn't say anything. Wesley watched the two with a small amount of embarrassment, his mind flashed to the scene in Sunnydale when he witnessed Angel drinking from Buffy and that was when he stated that he wasn't needed right now. He opened his mouth to inform that he would be in the office if needed, but as he saw how absorbed in each other the couple was, he just left them and went to the office, closing the door behind him. “How exactly did you get shot with your own gun?” Buffy asked like a mother to a child that had gotten himself in trouble. “I lost the gun”, was Angel's direct answer. “I sort of figured that one out”, she stated dryly. He sighed and decided to give her the full answer. “There was more than one demon. I was about to shoot the first one when the other struck me from behind and I lost the gun.” There was a sort pause and he looked at her waiting for her reaction, finally he broke the silence. “I thought you'd be angry with me”, he stated still looking at her with expectant eyes. “I guess you woke up the mother instinct in me”, she answered shrugging and taped the gauze over the wound. “Let's get you to bed”, she said and pulled him to his feet as she stood up. Dutifully Angel followed her to their bedroom and she pushed him sitting down to the bed. “I promised you that foot rub”, he stated with a husky voice and circled her waist with his arms, pulling her to stand between his legs. “And you were supposed to be careful. We'll do that when you're healed”, she shot back and gently pushed him laying down to the bed. She opened his pants and pulled them down before covering him with the sheet. She was about to step back when he grabbed her arm and pulled her to the bed, firmly wrapping his arms around her so she couldn't escape. She laughed and playfully slapped his chest, carefully avoiding the wound on his shoulder. She gave him a loving kiss and rolled to her own side of the bed, snuggling against him, which was getting more and more difficult with her growing belly. “Go to sleep”, she whispered and closed her eyes.
Cordelia walked to the lobby with her old Adidas sports bag on her shoulder. She had packed her sports top, sweatpants and her most comfortable running shoes to the bag so she didn't have to go home to change when she and Buffy were going to start their combat lessons. She headed to the counter but as she was putting down her bag, Angel appeared before her. She let out a startled shriek and jumped back. She tried to steady her breathing, holding her hand over her heart as she glared at the vampire. “I thought we agreed on that one. No sneaking up on people!” At least he had decency to look sheepish. “Sorry. Buffy's waiting for you downstairs.” “Ookay. I really should watch what I wish for. Training first thing in the morning!” Cordelia muttered to herself as she headed to the stairs with her bag. She found a empty room and changed her clothes, still muttering to herself as she made her way to the basement they were going to use for training. She found Buffy balancing with a bunch of weapons in her arms and she rushed to help her, pregnant lady and all that. “Are we going to be using these?” she asked while taking some of the load, to her surprise they were a lot heavier than they looked and it was a task to get them to the weapons chest. Buffy chuckled at her question and shook her head vigorously. “Nope. Right now we're concentrating on the basic stuff, defense, footing and breaking free from a hold, stuff like that”, she answered and Cordelia groaned at the thought. “So we just wax on, wax off”, she stated and Buffy laughed shaking her head. “Nope, I show you the moves, you repeat, rehearse and I give you pointers how you're doing. You don't have to go anywhere near Angel's car”, she promised. “That's comforting”, Cordelia muttered. She had already known it wasn't going to be easy and there was no way she would ever back down, but it didn't mean she had to be enthusiastic about it. “Umm... I guess we should start with the dummy thing, practice some hits and kicks first. Maybe you should do some light stretching first”, Buffy said not sure where to start, it wasn't like she had ever trained anybody, she was the trainee. Cordelia did as she was told, stretching her arms and legs form side to side and making sure she was warmed up. She still remembered the time she didn't warm up for a cheerleading practice and pulled a muscle, not something she wanted to go through again. She couldn't even go to school until the swelling went down, there was no way she was letting anyone see her with a fat leg. As she was finished, Buffy showed her how to hit the practice dummy, she made few moves in slow motion and stepped back. Even though she was feeling silly, Cordelia went to the dummy and tried to mimic the moves Buffy had showed her. They couldn't be that hard. “Bend your knees a little more, you need to be able to move quickly”, Buffy instructed and Cordelia did so, leaving out the comment why would she need to move quickly, it wasn't like the dummy was going to hit back. Buffy gave Cordelia some pointers and as they had managed to repeat the hits with close enough accuracy, she showed Cordelia some kicks and told her to combine the kicks with the hits she had learned. Muttering to herself, Cordelia started pounding her fists against the dummy, kicking it where its crotch would be and after a while of beating the lifeless object, she was actually feeling like she was getting the hang of it. But suddenly she stopped as she noticed Angel standing at the door. She was sweaty, dressed in sweatpants and her hair was a mess on a ponytail, not a sight she wanted anyone out of the male gender seeing, no matter how much of a brother, she never had and never wanted, the said male was to her. “Looks good”, Angel commented, noticing that Cordelia had stopped immediately after seeing him. “What are you doing here? I thought we agreed this to be girls only session till I get to show off my star pupil”, Buffy questioned with a smile, quickly making her way to where Angel was standing. “I just...” Angel started to answer but was interrupted by Cordelia. “...wanted to check up on the pregnant lady”, she finished for him and walked to the chair where her water bottle was set. Angel sent a halfhearted scowl at her way and turned his attention back to Buffy. “I just wanted to know how you were doing”, he stated and placed his hand on the bump. She smiled brightly at him, placing her hand over his. His concern was sweet, sometimes annoying but mostly sweet. “We're doing just fine. As Cordy's been pounding the dummy thingy, junior here has been kicking my ribs”, she answered. She glanced at Cordelia and turned back to Angel. “I think you should go now, I think Cordy is a little embarrassed of being seen in sweats.” Angel looked at Cordelia, just noticing what she was wearing, he turned his questioning gaze back to Buffy. “Why should I care what she's wearing?” he asked clearly not understanding what was the big deal about it. “It's a girl thing”, Buffy stated like it explained everything. Angel decided to take her word for it even though he still didn't understand it, Buffy didn't mind being seen in sweat pants so why would Cordelia. “Fine, I'll go. And you, take it easy and don't stay on your feet too long”, he said and placed a soft kiss to her lips before grudgingly leaving the room. Buffy went back where Cordelia was standing and they continued training for another half an hour.
Buffy moaned softly as Angel's talented hands rubbed the pain away from her feet. He was kneeling on the floor with her foot in his hands and the other in his lap, his fingers slowly soothing the pain away just like he had promised before getting shot. Her toes curled and a breathy sigh fell from her lips as his fingers found the right spot. He looked up to her with a lopsided smile and leaned down, his lips hovering over her ankle. Their eyes met and without breaking the connection, he pressed a kiss to her ankle and slowly kept on going up her leg, shedding wet kisses to the tanned skin. She moaned again, her eyes closing and her head lolling back as the delicious sensations took over her body. His other hand moved up her leg, slowly inching the skirt up her thighs, baring more naked skin to his eyes and lips. His gentle touch was slowly seducing her, making her crave more of him and arch into his touch, begging for more. He could smell her arousal and it only fueled his own need for her, his cock was hard as a rock, but he forced himself to keep the slow pace instead of freeing his manhood from the confinement of his trousers and taking her right there and then. Her moan turned into a giggle as his tongue teased the bend of her knee, causing her to pull her leg away from his lips. “You're bad”, she accused, but the happy smile on her face didn't show any signs of leaving. “I know. Let me show you just how bad I am”, he answered with a cocky smirk, his hands going back to her leg and tracing small patterns on the silky skin. Keeping his eyes locked to hers, he lowered his head and pressed a kiss to her knee, slowly continuing up her thigh as he slid her skirt up. His lips and hands traveled over every inch of her skin, not leaving a place untouched. He was affectively driving her crazy with want. She shifted underneath him, she didn't know if she was trying to get away from those tantalizing lips and gentle hands or closer to him to get him to pay more attention to the place that needed him the most. “Angel”, she whispered his name pleadingly, her hips rising from the mattress as his lips closed in on her weeping center. “Easy, baby”, he said softly and placed a gentle kiss to her hip, keeping his eyes on her face. His hands slid under her skirt and he ran his fingers over her sex, smiling as she let out a soft gasp that turned into a breathy moan. He lifted the skirt, his eyes lingering on her sex that was still covered with the small piece of underwear, the light pink fabric almost see-through as it was soaked with her juices. He breathed in her musky scent and leaned forward between her legs, his fingers toying with the edge of her panties. He hooked his fingers under the waistband and slowly pulled them down her legs, she lifted her hips making his task easier. “Beautiful”, he said with a husky voice as she was bared to his hungry eyes. Slowly, caressing her legs while doing it, he lifted them to his shoulders and moved closer, breathing her in. Her eyes were watching his every move and she couldn't stop herself from blushing, but she couldn't take her eyes off of him. He pressed a soft kiss to her mound, keeping his eyes locked to hers and parted her lips with his fingers before trailing a path of kisses down to her sex. He ran his tongue up from her tight passage to her clit, circling the small nub with the tip before taking it between his lips and sucking it roughly. Her fingers dug into the mattress and she bit her lip to keep herself from screaming in ecstasy and alerting the other people in the hotel. He was licking, kissing and nibbling her, taking his time and enjoying the taste of her. The soft cries and moans she voiced only made him work harder, pay more attention to her clit and quickly move her towards the first peak. She was writhing under his pleasurable ministrations, trying to get away from his talented mouth or closer to it, she didn't know. His hands went to her hips to keep her in place and his lips concentrated on the small bundle of nerves, sucking it roughly until he could hear her breathing change and her whole body tremble as hot pleasure coursed through her. Her back arched off the bed and she cried out his name as she reached the first climax. Slowly Angel worked her down and once her breathing had started to return to normal, he brushed a soft kiss beneath her navel and lowered her legs from his shoulders. She opened her eyes, looking at him with a crooked smile and gave him a come here sign with her finger. He crawled into bed with her, settling next to her and lovingly he kissed her lips. She moaned against his lips and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer so he was almost on top of her. He released her mouth, he didn't need to breathe but she did and while she was taking in breaths of air, his lips concentrated on kissing his mark on her neck. “I need you. Inside me”, she breathed against his ear and his already rock hard manhood grew even harder. He groaned deep in his chest as her other hand traveled down his stomach to the front of his pants, cupping his cock through the fabric, rubbing it slowly. “Baby, don't do that”, he ground out, gritting his teeth as he tried to keep himself from cumming into his pants. Going down on her had been arousing enough, but having her hot little hand rubbing his cock was almost too much. “Wouldn't want that, would we”, she said huskily and with quick moves, opened his pants and pulled his dick out. She gave him few firm strokes, then released him and brought her hand to her mouth, licking the pre-cum off her fingers. She grinned unrepentantly, knowing full well what affect she had on him. With a growl Angel got up to his feet and quickly got rid of his pants and the wifebeater he was wearing. She was about to turn and get on her knees when he stopped her, placing his hand on her shoulder. She turned her questioning eyes to him. “I want to see you”, he explained, his eyes hungrily taking in her still clothed body. She nodded with a smile, then pulled off her top and skirt before laying back down, taking a wanton pose. Her eyes followed him as he grabbed a pillow from the end of the bed and set it under her behind. The position tilted her hips forward, but not enough to make it uncomfortable for her. Angel stepped into the bed, kneeling between her legs and placed her thighs over his. The look on his face turned from undisguised lust to uncertainty. His cock was so hard that he felt like it might just fall off if he soon didn't get to be inside her, but still the safety of their child was more important. “Buffy. What if...” he started to question, but she quickly interrupted him, her voice reassuring. “You won't hurt the baby.” He took a deep breath of air he didn't need and slowly entered into her waiting heat. They moaned in unison as his hardness filled her. He waited for her to adjust to his size before he started moving with slow, shallow thrusts. Their hands wandered all over each others bodies as their kisses turned more heated, but he didn't let her change the pace, he was determined to make love to her slowly and sweetly. He was shedding soft kisses to her face, eyelids, nose and lips as they moved together in a languid rhythm. He wanted to make love to her all day, but he knew he wasn't going to last long and he refused to find release before she did. His lips traveled down to the scar on her neck, suckling it roughly as his hand moved down her body to between her legs, his fingers stroking her clit. “I love you”, he whispered against her neck and bit into the soft skin with his human teeth. “I love you!” she screamed back as she orgasmed. As her inner muscles rippled around his girth, he couldn't hold on any longer and he joined her, coating her hot walls with his cool seed.
Cordelia screamed in pain and fell down to the floor from the power of the vision. Gunn and Wesley hurried to her side but as usual, no one was there in time to catch her before she fell. Quickly she wiped the tears away and got up to her feet. Ignoring the questions of her wellbeing, she made her way up the stairs. As she stormed through the door, she wasn't prepared on seeing the lovers in a passionate embrace, both naked as the day they were born and Angel thrusting into Buffy whose face was distorted in orgasmic pleasure. “I love you!” she screamed in pleasure and with a grunt that was probably her name, Angel released his seed inside her. With a painful shriek Cordelia covered her eyes with her hand and started staggering back to the door, only managing to close it by walking backwards into it. As the couple heard the painfully high shriek, they knew they weren't alone anymore. Both their eyes turned to the door where Cordelia was trying to find the doorknob with a hand still covering her eyes. Despite her pleasure hazed mind, Buffy grabbed the sheet and desperately tried to cover herself and Angel with it, but the large piece of cotton didn't feel cooperative. “Oh no! Oh no”, she kept repeating to herself, bright red from embarrassment. Angel pulled out of her and helpfully covered them both with the sheet. He scanned the floor with his eyes, but his pants were too far to get a hold of without getting out of the bed and he wasn't planning on giving Cordelia a free show, another free show. While his eyes were on the pants, Buffy grabbed his discarded shirt from the floor and quickly pulled it on, still hiding under the covers. Finally Cordelia managed to find the door by just using her hands as she didn't dare to open her eyes, she had seen all too much already. It would have been comical if everyone in the situation hadn't been so mortified by it. Firmly closing the door behind her, she leaned against it with a sigh and opened her eyes, once again sighing in relief as there were no naked people in front of her. “I actually had something important to say. A vision, with Technicolor, surround sound and even the smell”, she yelled through the door, still leaning against it as if keeping anyone from coming through it. “What did you see?” Angel asked through the door, he had gotten up from the bed and started to put his clothes on, not happy about the interruption. “Bunch of ugly demons in a warehouse, the ones Wesley was looking for yesterday. They had little children captive. And they are so scared”, Cordelia explained, her voice hitching as she thought of the terrified feeling she got from the vision. “Tell Wesley and Gunn to get ready and take pistols with silver bullets from the cabinet”, Angel told her and turned to Buffy who was changing back to her own clothes, still hiding under the sheet. Angel felt a twist at his gut because of the scared look on her face, he also knew what brought it. “Little children”, she whispered to herself with a tiny voice. She shifted off the bed fully clothed and her wide, almost teary eyes turned to him. The embarrassment and sexual frustration from the interruption was momentarily forgotten. “We're going to save them”, he promised her and pulled her into his arms, placing a soft kiss to the top of her head. “And promise me you won't get shot this time”, she said and craned her neck to look at him. “I try not to”, he told her and she gave him a halfhearted glare. “That's not comforting. You better not to or you're gonna be sleeping on Wesley's couch for few weeks”, she threatened even though they both knew it was an empty threat. “I'll come back in one piece”, he promised and pulled away from her, heading downstairs with her following.
The men had been gone for nearly two hours and Buffy was getting nervous. She could sit down for a few moments before she got anxious again and started pacing the floor. She was constantly looking at the clock and bursting into tears as she thought about what might have been going on at the warehouse. “I hate these damn hormones”, she muttered to herself and wiped the remaining tears away. Again she looked at the clock and with a growl headed to the weapons cabinet in the hopes of getting her mind off of Angel. “Don't touch the pointy stuff and stop the fidgeting, will you! You're driving me crazy”, Cordelia snapped and Buffy stopped on her tracks, turning to look at the brunette. “Sorry. I'm just angsty. This whole housewife thing isn't really working for me, worrying about if the hubby comes home bleeding. He was just injured and by those things he's after now”, she explained bordering between worried and panicking. Damn hormones, she thought once again. “Didn't seem to stop you two few hours ago”, Cordelia muttered but Buffy heard it, blushing furiously. “Umm... Vampires heal fast and... you really should've knocked”, she tried to justify herself, turning her gaze away from the brunette and wringing her fingers nervously. “I just got a head splitting vision and I forgot how dangerous it is just to walk in”, Cordelia cried out, she knew that Buffy was embarrassed from it but so was she, it was like walking in on your parents. “Let's change the subject, okay?” Buffy suggested. “That's more than fine by me. And stop the worrying, he'll be fine. He's been a vampire for what, 240 years, it's not like he can't handle couple of ugly demons.” “I know that. But lately I've been having these damn mood swings, one minute I'm fine, the next I'm bawling like a baby on a matter I wouldn't have worried about few months ago”, Buffy explained with a frown. “It's the joys of impending motherhood”, Cordelia said with a fake sigh and sympathetic look. Buffy sent a glare at her way. “It's not funny. I'd rather give birth right now to get rid of these mood swings, I haven't cried this much in years”, she sighed with a pout. They both sighed in relief as the men walked through the door and into the lobby. “Man, that was a good fight”, Gunn said with a wide smile, shaking his head in remembrance. “I quite agree with that”, Wesley joined in. Buffy made her way to Angel, who was bathed in pink blood. The sight was tucking the sides of her lips in the need to laugh, but she managed to keep herself from bursting into a fit of giggles. “Any bullet holes?” she asked and looked at his body scrutinizingly, not seeing any human blood among the pink. “Not one”, he promised with a smile. “Okay, there better not be cause I'm gonna do an inspection”, she whispered with a mischievous look in her eyes. She got up to her toes to kiss him, but he pulled back. “I'm covered in demon blood”, he protested. “And I don't care”, she stated and pulled him into a kiss, she needed the assurance that he was okay. “Ygh”, Cordelia grimaced, the goo covering Angel was totally gross and still Buffy was necking with him. With a over dramatic sigh she walked away and hid herself in the office. Maybe now that the heroics were done, she could finally go home. Buffy pulled back and grimaced. She never could resist running her fingers through his hair and now there was sticky pink blood on her fingers as a result. “You need a shower”, she stated and started to lead him upstairs. “So, how did it go?” she asked him as they made their way to the bedroom. “Killed the demons and got the kids back home. I think one of the mom's tried to hit on Gunn.” She grinned. “Well that's understandable, he's a good looking guy”, Buffy stated as she walked into the bathroom and turned the water running. Angel followed her and leaned casually against the doorframe. “Should I be jealous?” he asked with a lopsided grin.
“I don't think you need to worry”, she answered with a matching grin and pulled him into the bathroom before starting to help him out of his dirty clothes.
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