"We love you too," Fred told Angel, watching as Sam rested against Angel's chest and closed his eyes. He had always seemed to find lying against him comforting, and it never failed to make Fred want to melt when she watched the two of them like that.
She watched as Angel put Sam in his crib, obviously having problems finding words for what he was trying to say. She knew what he wanted to say, and as he said it, she bit her lip, hating that he felt like there was still a chasm of sorts between them even after everything that had happened between them.
"I miss Wesley a lot too," she told him, reaching up to wrap her hand around his arm as she looked into his eyes. "I'm never not going to miss him, and you know I'll always love him, but you're not replacing him because you're not him, and neither of us would want you to be. You just love and help both of us when Wesley can't be here, and I know he would never hate you for that."
Sliding her hand up his arms, she stepped closer and embraced him, holding him close as they kissed. When they finally parted, she rested her head against him for a moment as the rain continued to fall.
"More than anything, Wesley wanted Sam to have a good father. Since he can't be because we lost him, I think he'd be glad knowing that it's his best friend. After all, you were the only other one there when Sam was born," she reminded him softly. "Now come on, we should get back to bed."
Tugging him toward the door, she led him down the hall to their bedroom.
Angel knew Fred was right. Wesley loved his son more than anything. They'd had long conversations in the office of the hotel at nights, talking about Wesley's fears of becoming like his own father. Angel understood since his father wasn't all that fatherly toward him. And when Sam was born, the look in Wesley's eyes spoke volumes.
"You're right...like always," he said with a smile as he remembered the night Fred had went into labor, and how they'd allowed him to help with the miracle of Sam's birth. It was something Angel would never forget.
When Fred started to tug him toward their bedroom, Angel willingly went. Stepping inside of the room, he quickly scooped Fred up and placed her on the bed. He looked down at her in awe - she was so beautiful and he knew he would never tire of looking at her. "I love you, Fred," he whispered as his fingers ran through her long hair.
Angel settled next to her and ran his fingertips over her jaw before leaning forward to kiss her. His tongue parted her lips and he groaned as his tongue slipped against hers. She was always so warm and inviting, and it made him desire her like no one else he'd been with. His hand then roamed over her breasts and to her stomach.
"You're so beautiful," he said as he broke the kiss and stared into her eyes.
A small squeak escaped from Fred when Angel picked her up. She should have been used to by now, but sometimes, it still surprised her, she supposed because of how easily he lifted her up, like she weighed nothing. He certainly didn't treat her like nothing, though, setting her on the bed with that look in his eyes, that look that had helped start to soothe her grief and made her believe that she could possibly continue with her life even though she felt like she had been torn apart from the inside out.
To others, it might have seemed strange that such hope came from someone already dead, from a vampire, but it was true. It had started when Angel had saved her life back in Pylea, bringing her back to the life she had thought she'd never have again and to Wesley, the love she had given up on the possibility of finding.
She had thought herself lucky to have found love with Wesley. She counted herself doubly lucky to have found it again with Angel.
"I love you too, Angel," she whispered to him before her eyes fluttered close as they began kissing. His fingers were cool against her, through the thin material of her pajamas and it made her shudder slightly.
When the kiss broke, she looked at him, blushing slightly at his compliment, feeling that knot of need that he created in her forming deep down in her stomach. She knew it was late, but it was hard to think of anything else when he gazed at her that way. Lifting up her hand, she brushed her fingers across his temple, then down over his back to the waistband of his pajamas. Sliding her hand underneath, she ran it over his bottom.
"And you're my handsome man," she told his softly, using the descriptor she had bestowed on him after their first meeting when she was sure she had to be dead. Leaning forward, she kissed him again.
Angel grinned when Fred called him her handsome man as he remembered the moment he'd met her in Pylea. He knew at that moment she was special and as Fred slowly became used to being back in Los Angeles, his feelings for her grew. Angel would never tell her that. She'd been happy with Wes and he never wanted to tarnish that. And, luckily for him, both of them had made him a part of their lives.
As they kissed, his hand slipped under her pajama top and started to fondle her nipples, groaning as they hardened under his touch. Breaking the kiss, Angel pulled the shirt over Fred's head and leaned down. He took one of her pebbled nipples into his mouth as he ran his hand over her stomach.
Angel then leaned up and kneeled beside Fred's body as he tugged her pajamas bottom and panties. His cock was straining against his own pants so he pulled them off also. With Fred naked, and looking amazingly beautiful, Angel felt his cock twitch. "Look at what you do to me, Fred," he said as he took her hand and placed it on his erection.
Smiling, he ran his hand down further and gently nudge her legs apart. He ran a finger through her wet folds and then gently brushed it over her clit. "Tell me what you want, Fred," he said with a hoarse whisper.
Fred moaned softly against Angel's lips as he teased her nipples, feeling the need inside her growing. When they parted, she fell back slightly, catching herself while his lips found her breast this time.
"Ohh," she breathed, feeling herself surrendering completely to his touch. It was so easy to forget everything save for him when they were together like this.
Cool air caused goose bumps to rise on her skin once Angel had pulled her pajamas off her, leaving her naked on the bed. Raising her head, she looked at him, her breath catching in her throat as he stripped off his own. Her fingers curled around his shaft when he brought her hand to it. The fact that she could do this to anyone never ceased to amaze her.
"You look beautiful like this," she told him as she slowly began stroking him while his fingers moved between her legs to rub her. She let out a gasp, and for a moment, her voice caught in her throat, unable to verbalize what she wanted and needed even though her body was screaming for it.
"I want you," she finally managed to tell him. Scooting forward, she pushed Angel gently back into a sitting position before kneeling to straddle his legs. Pressing herself against him, she slowly pressed down, taking him inside her with a low moan of pleasure. "Oh God, want you so much."
Fred's warm hand around his shaft drove Angel crazy. His hips gently rocked into her touch as his fingers continued to tease her clit. She drove him crazy like no other and he loved her for it. "You want me?" he asked with a smirk. He loved to tease her, knowing she would take matters into her own hands if he didn't comply right away.
And sure enough, Angel felt her pushing him back and soon she was on his lap. When she pushed her warmth and tightness onto his cock, he groaned. "You always feel so good, Fred," he whispered as he gently bucked his hips up. He ran his fingers over her back as he leaned forward and gently sucked her nipples again, smiling at the noises she was making.
Angel needed more though, and in one swift motion, he had Fred on her back. He slowly started to thrust into her, groaning each time the tip of his cock hit her hilt. His hand ran down her body and to the place where they bodies met. He ran his fingers over her clit and started to rub it in tight circles as he quickened his thrusts. "My Fred," he whispered as he looked down at her.
He could feel his balls start to tighten and he knew he wasn't going to last much longer. Leaning down, Angel softly kissed Fred's jaw line and then moved to her neck. When he got to the crook of her shoulder, her scraped his teeth against her skin. "May I?" he asked with a strained whisper.
The feel of Angel's cock inside her and his fingers caressing her back made Fred shudder as she started moving her hips back and forth. "You..." she started to say just as he took her breast in his mouth again. "Oh God, you feel good too."
She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close, moaning softly in pleasure. Then, suddenly, her world spun, and she found herself looking up at him as he filled her with each stroke. Lifting one leg, she wrapped it around him as she arched beneath him. She needed him as deep as he could go - sometimes, when she had a chance to think after their times together, she'd wonder if it was because she was afraid she'd lose him the way she had lost Wesley because when he pushed himself so far, she could feel like he'd always been there inside her.
But as he thrust into her and began rubbing her clit, all that mattered was how good it felt. Moaning, she held onto him tightly, her body slick from sweat due to the heat radiating from her. She was getting close, oh so close.
Then she felt his teeth against her neck, causing her to tremble as her body continued to tighten, and his whispered plea. She knew what he wanted and knew that he wouldn't hurt her - he never had. "Yes," she responded softly, tilting her head for him, her heart racing as it always did when she agreed to this. "Yes, Angel."
When Fred told him yes, Angel felt his cock twitch within her. She was the first person he'd ever asked to do this with. Before Fred, he'd been afraid he'd lose control if he allowed himself to taste human blood - especially the blood of a lover. But, she had a way of letting him know he was beyond all of that and he could never hurt anyone he loved. Fred had done more for him than anyone else had.
Nuzzling her neck, he slid into her vampire face. His fangs pierced her soft skin and he started to thrust into her harder as her warm, sweet blood lathed his tongue. His thrusts became harder and quicker as he slowly drank from her, knowing he wouldn't take too much. Suddenly, and without much warning, Angel found himself close to coming.
"Fred!" he cried out as his body started to tremble over her. He slipped into his human face and softly licked the wound he'd made as he shook and shuddered. And, with a soft cry, his cock twitched within her and spilled itself. Once he was able to talk, he looked down at her. "Are you okay, Fred?" he asked.
When Angel's fangs pierced her neck, Fred cried out as pleasure and pain overwhelmed her with their intensity. She could feel him still pushing into her, fast and hard, while her neck throbbed and she became lightheaded. It was almost surreal in a way.
A moment later, her entire body tensed, and just as Angel thrust into her again, everything exploded, her body shaking as she spasmed around his cock. "Angel!" She was barely aware of his answering cry or the feel of him twitching inside her a moment later once the pain in her neck lessened.
Almost bonelessly, she collapsed to the bed, looking up at Angel as she regained her senses. Her neck was throbbing, and she could still feel herself throbbing...and she felt amazing and loved. "I'm fine," she whispered, reaching up to caress his face gently. "I love you."
Leaning up, she kissed him, then fell back to the bed. Part of her wanted to pull him to her and fall asleep with him inside her, but she knew that wouldn't be possible. So she gently nudged him, even though she moaned in disappointment when he slipped out of her, and cuddled against him once they were settled on the bed, the covers up over them.
"Too bad we can't just spend tomorrow morning in bed," she said with a soft laugh as she closed her eyes, starting to fall asleep.
Angel smiled at Fred and gathered her in his arms. If it were possible, he would make love to her all night but with Sam there, they needed their sleep since the baby had a habit of waking up at the crack of dawn. "I love you too, Fred," he whispered as he ran his fingers through her hair. "Get some sleep. I'll take care of Sam if he walks up any more tonight."
He closed his eyes, not thinking he was tired but the next thing he knew, Angel was waking up to the sound of Sam babbling in his crib. There was a thud on the floor and he quickly removed himself from Fred and dashed to the nursery. When he got there, he found Sam giggling in his crib while pointing to the toy he'd obviously thrown out.
"You're going to make a great quarterback when you get older," Angel commented as he picked the child up. "Lets get you changed and downstairs for some breakfast. Your mom is still sleeping so we should let her sleep in."
After changing Sam's diaper, Angel carried him downstairs and to the kitchen. He strapped him into his highchair and placed a few Cheerios on the tray. He then made Sam a small bowl of cereal and placed it, and a spoon on the tray before putting a bib on him. "I'll be right back," he said as he moved toward the front of the house.
Angel opened the front door, ready to get the paper, glad the area was shaded, when he stiffened a little. Something wasn't right. "Whoever you are, you can come out of hiding," he said, sensing a human nearby. An elderly lady stepped in front of Angel and hissed a little.
"Vampire," she lowly said, her arms clenched around a book. "I'll never know why the Lux people are so bent on finding you."
"Huh? Lux?" Angel asked, confused.
"I need to speak to Fred, idiot," the old lady said.
Angel just stood there, not knowing if he should shove her out the door or let Fred talk to her.
She watched as Angel put Sam in his crib, obviously having problems finding words for what he was trying to say. She knew what he wanted to say, and as he said it, she bit her lip, hating that he felt like there was still a chasm of sorts between them even after everything that had happened between them.
"I miss Wesley a lot too," she told him, reaching up to wrap her hand around his arm as she looked into his eyes. "I'm never not going to miss him, and you know I'll always love him, but you're not replacing him because you're not him, and neither of us would want you to be. You just love and help both of us when Wesley can't be here, and I know he would never hate you for that."
Sliding her hand up his arms, she stepped closer and embraced him, holding him close as they kissed. When they finally parted, she rested her head against him for a moment as the rain continued to fall.
"More than anything, Wesley wanted Sam to have a good father. Since he can't be because we lost him, I think he'd be glad knowing that it's his best friend. After all, you were the only other one there when Sam was born," she reminded him softly. "Now come on, we should get back to bed."
Tugging him toward the door, she led him down the hall to their bedroom.
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"You're right...like always," he said with a smile as he remembered the night Fred had went into labor, and how they'd allowed him to help with the miracle of Sam's birth. It was something Angel would never forget.
When Fred started to tug him toward their bedroom, Angel willingly went. Stepping inside of the room, he quickly scooped Fred up and placed her on the bed. He looked down at her in awe - she was so beautiful and he knew he would never tire of looking at her. "I love you, Fred," he whispered as his fingers ran through her long hair.
Angel settled next to her and ran his fingertips over her jaw before leaning forward to kiss her. His tongue parted her lips and he groaned as his tongue slipped against hers. She was always so warm and inviting, and it made him desire her like no one else he'd been with. His hand then roamed over her breasts and to her stomach.
"You're so beautiful," he said as he broke the kiss and stared into her eyes.
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To others, it might have seemed strange that such hope came from someone already dead, from a vampire, but it was true. It had started when Angel had saved her life back in Pylea, bringing her back to the life she had thought she'd never have again and to Wesley, the love she had given up on the possibility of finding.
She had thought herself lucky to have found love with Wesley. She counted herself doubly lucky to have found it again with Angel.
"I love you too, Angel," she whispered to him before her eyes fluttered close as they began kissing. His fingers were cool against her, through the thin material of her pajamas and it made her shudder slightly.
When the kiss broke, she looked at him, blushing slightly at his compliment, feeling that knot of need that he created in her forming deep down in her stomach. She knew it was late, but it was hard to think of anything else when he gazed at her that way. Lifting up her hand, she brushed her fingers across his temple, then down over his back to the waistband of his pajamas. Sliding her hand underneath, she ran it over his bottom.
"And you're my handsome man," she told his softly, using the descriptor she had bestowed on him after their first meeting when she was sure she had to be dead. Leaning forward, she kissed him again.
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As they kissed, his hand slipped under her pajama top and started to fondle her nipples, groaning as they hardened under his touch. Breaking the kiss, Angel pulled the shirt over Fred's head and leaned down. He took one of her pebbled nipples into his mouth as he ran his hand over her stomach.
Angel then leaned up and kneeled beside Fred's body as he tugged her pajamas bottom and panties. His cock was straining against his own pants so he pulled them off also. With Fred naked, and looking amazingly beautiful, Angel felt his cock twitch. "Look at what you do to me, Fred," he said as he took her hand and placed it on his erection.
Smiling, he ran his hand down further and gently nudge her legs apart. He ran a finger through her wet folds and then gently brushed it over her clit. "Tell me what you want, Fred," he said with a hoarse whisper.
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"Ohh," she breathed, feeling herself surrendering completely to his touch. It was so easy to forget everything save for him when they were together like this.
Cool air caused goose bumps to rise on her skin once Angel had pulled her pajamas off her, leaving her naked on the bed. Raising her head, she looked at him, her breath catching in her throat as he stripped off his own. Her fingers curled around his shaft when he brought her hand to it. The fact that she could do this to anyone never ceased to amaze her.
"You look beautiful like this," she told him as she slowly began stroking him while his fingers moved between her legs to rub her. She let out a gasp, and for a moment, her voice caught in her throat, unable to verbalize what she wanted and needed even though her body was screaming for it.
"I want you," she finally managed to tell him. Scooting forward, she pushed Angel gently back into a sitting position before kneeling to straddle his legs. Pressing herself against him, she slowly pressed down, taking him inside her with a low moan of pleasure. "Oh God, want you so much."
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And sure enough, Angel felt her pushing him back and soon she was on his lap. When she pushed her warmth and tightness onto his cock, he groaned. "You always feel so good, Fred," he whispered as he gently bucked his hips up. He ran his fingers over her back as he leaned forward and gently sucked her nipples again, smiling at the noises she was making.
Angel needed more though, and in one swift motion, he had Fred on her back. He slowly started to thrust into her, groaning each time the tip of his cock hit her hilt. His hand ran down her body and to the place where they bodies met. He ran his fingers over her clit and started to rub it in tight circles as he quickened his thrusts. "My Fred," he whispered as he looked down at her.
He could feel his balls start to tighten and he knew he wasn't going to last much longer. Leaning down, Angel softly kissed Fred's jaw line and then moved to her neck. When he got to the crook of her shoulder, her scraped his teeth against her skin. "May I?" he asked with a strained whisper.
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She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close, moaning softly in pleasure. Then, suddenly, her world spun, and she found herself looking up at him as he filled her with each stroke. Lifting one leg, she wrapped it around him as she arched beneath him. She needed him as deep as he could go - sometimes, when she had a chance to think after their times together, she'd wonder if it was because she was afraid she'd lose him the way she had lost Wesley because when he pushed himself so far, she could feel like he'd always been there inside her.
But as he thrust into her and began rubbing her clit, all that mattered was how good it felt. Moaning, she held onto him tightly, her body slick from sweat due to the heat radiating from her. She was getting close, oh so close.
Then she felt his teeth against her neck, causing her to tremble as her body continued to tighten, and his whispered plea. She knew what he wanted and knew that he wouldn't hurt her - he never had. "Yes," she responded softly, tilting her head for him, her heart racing as it always did when she agreed to this. "Yes, Angel."
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Nuzzling her neck, he slid into her vampire face. His fangs pierced her soft skin and he started to thrust into her harder as her warm, sweet blood lathed his tongue. His thrusts became harder and quicker as he slowly drank from her, knowing he wouldn't take too much. Suddenly, and without much warning, Angel found himself close to coming.
"Fred!" he cried out as his body started to tremble over her. He slipped into his human face and softly licked the wound he'd made as he shook and shuddered. And, with a soft cry, his cock twitched within her and spilled itself. Once he was able to talk, he looked down at her. "Are you okay, Fred?" he asked.
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A moment later, her entire body tensed, and just as Angel thrust into her again, everything exploded, her body shaking as she spasmed around his cock. "Angel!" She was barely aware of his answering cry or the feel of him twitching inside her a moment later once the pain in her neck lessened.
Almost bonelessly, she collapsed to the bed, looking up at Angel as she regained her senses. Her neck was throbbing, and she could still feel herself throbbing...and she felt amazing and loved. "I'm fine," she whispered, reaching up to caress his face gently. "I love you."
Leaning up, she kissed him, then fell back to the bed. Part of her wanted to pull him to her and fall asleep with him inside her, but she knew that wouldn't be possible. So she gently nudged him, even though she moaned in disappointment when he slipped out of her, and cuddled against him once they were settled on the bed, the covers up over them.
"Too bad we can't just spend tomorrow morning in bed," she said with a soft laugh as she closed her eyes, starting to fall asleep.
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He closed his eyes, not thinking he was tired but the next thing he knew, Angel was waking up to the sound of Sam babbling in his crib. There was a thud on the floor and he quickly removed himself from Fred and dashed to the nursery. When he got there, he found Sam giggling in his crib while pointing to the toy he'd obviously thrown out.
"You're going to make a great quarterback when you get older," Angel commented as he picked the child up. "Lets get you changed and downstairs for some breakfast. Your mom is still sleeping so we should let her sleep in."
After changing Sam's diaper, Angel carried him downstairs and to the kitchen. He strapped him into his highchair and placed a few Cheerios on the tray. He then made Sam a small bowl of cereal and placed it, and a spoon on the tray before putting a bib on him. "I'll be right back," he said as he moved toward the front of the house.
Angel opened the front door, ready to get the paper, glad the area was shaded, when he stiffened a little. Something wasn't right. "Whoever you are, you can come out of hiding," he said, sensing a human nearby. An elderly lady stepped in front of Angel and hissed a little.
"Vampire," she lowly said, her arms clenched around a book. "I'll never know why the Lux people are so bent on finding you."
"Huh? Lux?" Angel asked, confused.
"I need to speak to Fred, idiot," the old lady said.
Angel just stood there, not knowing if he should shove her out the door or let Fred talk to her.
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