The Cause
Written by Zo
Three AM – Rome
‘Clink’ – ‘Clank’ – ‘THUMP!’
“Ow!”
“Shhhhhh!”
“Yeah easy for you to say, you’re not the one that whacked your head on a stupid steel statue!”
Looking down the darkened hallway to make sure no one followed them, she turned back to her friend. “Shhh. It’s not a statue it’s an armored guard.”
She rolled her eyes, “Whatever.”
“Come on, hurry up! We only have an hour to cast the spell.” She whispered picking up her steps.
“I’m coming…geez. Are you sure about this?” She whispered.
Finally reaching their destination, she took one last look down the hall seeing no one she whispered…”Ipse imploro ianitor adaperio foris!”
There was a muffled thud and then swoosh as the lock slide back; the doorknob glowed faintly as it slowly turned and the door swung open.
“Cool.” She said her eyes a lit with excitement. “We’re being really bad, aren’t we?” she asked hopefully.
She turned to look at her comrade smirking from ear to ear, “The only people allowed in this room are the higher beings. If they were to ever know that someone lower, like us, were here, I would think that we wouldn’t see this dimension again for a very, very long time.”
She walked into the room her eyes scanning the bookshelves looking for that one book that she needed. The other followed close behind her, her eyes scanning the room looking for any sign of danger. “You mean those freaks that showed up yesterday looking like movie extras from Gladiator?”
She smiled at her friend, “They did look regal and ethereal didn’t they?” she whispered back.
“Yeah straight out of some kooky old Hercules movie from the sixties.”
“Oh…here it is!” she whispered excitingly. Carefully removing the book from the shelf she walked over to the desk and gently laid it down, her shadow close beside her.
“Are we absolutely sure we want to do this? What about the consequences?” she whispered back.
“Oh pooh, the consequences they’re minor…it’s the ultimate goal that’s more important.” She said as she opened the book and began thumbing through the pages looking for the spell.
“Are you sure this is what she would want?” her shadow asked again, only because she herself didn’t know if she would want to be muddled with by magic.
“Look you and I both know that she’s ready, she’s been ready for two years! She’s just scared and doesn’t believe she deserves it.”
Thinking about that and her own situation, the shadow pondered, “Well maybe she’s right.”
She turned and looked at her friend, her eyes concerned and serious. “She’s not right. Everyone deserves someone in this world, everyone has a destined mate she’s just to frightened to see that and take the chance.” She raised her hand and softly laid it on her shadow’s shoulder, “And one day you’ll find yours too.”
Her shadow looked at her and smiled, feeling much more optimistic. “Okay…let’s do this.”
“Oh here it is.” Settling down in the chair at the desk she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened them again her normally blue eyes were gone and blackness stared down at the ancient book.
Her voice, when she spoke, sent shivers down her shadow’s spine.
“Here me Divine Goddess of the soul, ye who is the caretaker of Anam Cara.
I beseech you to empower, I beseech you to show the way for one lost soul.
Show her…her heart, show her…her soul’s mate…lead her on her path to the one that is hers.
Give her the power to become one with herself, so that she may see the light!”
As she spoke her low deep voice grew louder, a wind picked up in the room lightly blowing the air around them. It sparkled with magic and divinity, causing their hair to stand on end from the electricity that flowed all around them.
The shadow grew nervous, magic was not her thing and frankly it sometimes scared the beegeecees out of her. But she had faith and trust in her friend so she held back her screech of fear and held the pages of the book down.
“Here me Divine Goddess of the soul, ye who is the caretaker of Anam Cara.
I beseech you to empower, I beseech you to show the way for one lost soul.
Show her…her heart, show her…her soul’s mate…lead her on her path to the one that is hers.
Give her the power to become one with herself, so that she may see the light!”
There was a crackle of lightening that dropped right down on the desk in front of them…it swirled in brilliant colors of red shaping itself into a perfect sphere that floated above them swirling on its own.
They looked up at the ball each a look of awe on their faces; it was beautiful.
“Wow…now that’s cool!” She said.
“Is that it?” The shadow whispered.
She shook her head, “Just one more incantation.” She stood up and placed her hands around the invisible barrier that contained the flashing ball in the air. “Open the window.” She told her shadow.
“Go, seek her out, she with the hair of golden sunshine that fights the evil in the darkest of night. Seek her out…the one that needs to see the light…for her name is Buffy Ann Summers and she is your cause!”
The sphere rapidly spun with each word that she spoke and then on the last word it flew out the window at full speed, barely missing the Shadow’s head.
She ran to the window and they watched together as the ball flew through the sky seeking its cause.
“Well…that’s that.” She said then turned away and walked back over to the desk. She picked up the book, closed it and put it back in its place on the shelf.
The shadow turned to her, curiosity on her face as she followed her out the door. “So um…what exactly are the consequences again?”
She waved her hand, “oh well…um, the spell will help her see what’s true in her heart’s desire, her deepest desire, so to speak. It will help her to realize who she is and what she really wants. But it can at times misconstrue love’s desire with lust’s desires.”
She closed the door then chanted again sealing the bolt in place once more. Turning they headed back down the hallway and to their rooms.
“But we all know what she desires both with the heart and the body, so…” she shrugged, “I don’t see any problem.” She said confidently.
The shadow walked beside her. “Well let’s hope that we know her as well as we think we do.”
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Across Town…in a darkened Graveyard…
“You’re going to die Slayer!” The vamp hissed and she rolled her eyes.
“God can’t you come up with anything better than that! I would have thought that you being European and all would have a much better line!” she smartly said as she back flipped behind him and rammed her stake in his heart.
“Oh well…maybe next time.” She sneezed as the dust filled her nose, “or not.”
Brushing the dust off her clothes she made her way home. It had been a productive night. Four vamps were dead and she was still breathing, so it was a good night.
She was just reaching the gate when she looked up to see what appeared to be a red shiny ball flying through the sky and heading right for her.
“What the…?” she said just as the ball slammed inside of her chest. She was lifted off the ground, her head lolled back as she spun through the air. A blush red glow surrounded her filling her with warmth and making her body tingle, and then it stopped and her feet gently touched the ground. The glow disappeared and she sagged forward feeling like she had just been…cleansed.
She looked down at herself, and then all around…where did it go? What the hell just happened? Why did she suddenly have the urge to go to LA?
Her feet moved on their own accord quickly running down the street. Her heart pattered in her chest violently as a strong ache grew in her core.
There was a deep longing inside of her. It was like someone turned on an ultraviolet light to radiate through her; filling her heart and soul with comfort and calming the raging battle she’d been fighting. It all became clear as the uncertainty and fear that she had lived with for the past two years disappeared and she now understood.
She needed something…she needed someone…and she know knew wholeheartedly what and who that was. There was no doubt. She had to get there and she would stop at nothing until she did.
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Midnight, LA…a secluded Mansion on top of the Hollywood Hills…
Angrily Angel threw open the door and stomped instead, followed by an equally angry Spike. “What’s your problem mate? It got the job done didn’t?” Spike said.
Angel whipped off his coat and threw it on the couch facing the younger vampire. “That’s not the point Spike! You put her in jeopardy! You used her as bait!”
Spike sat down and put his feet up on the table. “So what, you saved her and I killed the baddy.”
Angel roared with disgust. “Look our job is to protect the humans and kill the bad guys, not use them as bait! What if I hadn’t gotten there in time? Then she’d be dead and we’d be one more soul away from achieving our goal!”
Spike took out a cigarette, lighting it. “I wasn’t worried about that. You’re too perfect to screw something like that up.”
Angel sat down in a huff, was that a compliment? He didn’t know and he wasn’t going to ask he was just glad the night was over and that they were home. He snorted, home. He still couldn’t believe that he was once again living with Spike. Saddled with him by the Powers themselves.
After killing the dragon, the Powers had appeared to them both. They praised them for their victory but then said that evil was still afoot. They said that they thought it would be fitting for them to work together as a team continuing to battle evil, and in doing so, together would achieve Shanshu.
Angel was confused at first; he thought that only one vamp was mentioned to Shanshu. The Powers said that since Spike’s return from the dead, the prophecy had changed, they were both destined to gain their Shanshu but they had to do it together. Each one had crimes to repent for and each one still had souls to save. They weren’t off the hook so to speak, but as a show of good faith to Angel, who had vehemently disputed the fact that he had been saving souls a lot longer than Spike and was therefore more worthy of a great gift, they gave him his soul.
He snorted again, a lot of good that did him, when the one person he wanted to be with didn’t know if she was baked yet, whatever the hell that meant. He wrote her a long letter after gaining his soul back explaining everything that happened and that he was still in love with her and wanted to be with her. He told her that he had put everything behind him, about her and Spike, that he understood what was between them, and that although he was still jealous and a little bit angry he understood.
Her letter back to him was one of confusion. She rambled on about how thankful she was they were both still alive, that she was glad he had come to terms with her and Spike’s past relationship, but she was confused and still didn’t yet know who the hell she was and whether or not she was ever intended to be with one person. She still felt like she was not deserving of everlasting love and intimacy with a man, even though she still loved him more than anything else in this world.
She then went on to say that even though it would break her heart, she would understand if he didn’t wait for her, and went on with his life, if he found someone else to love. He had immediately picked up the phone and called her after that. When she answered he told her angrily, and determined once more, that he would wait forever for her.
That was the last time he talked to her, as she cried on the phone and they spoke of their heart’s desires and their love. That was one year ago and he was just as miserable and lonely now as he was when he first left her all those years ago.
It was also that conversation that Spike walked in on, he had stood in the shadows listening to them talk. He didn’t need to hear what she said; just hearing the love ooze out of Angel made everything clear. She still loved him and wanted to be with him.
Spike had just walked off. Really it was not a surprise for him. He’d known it all along, but he had hoped that maybe she had told him the truth and did love him.
As they both brooded inside, a figure stood outside leaning up against the door. Her heart was racing and her breath rapidly coming out as she stood with her body pressed up against the door. Her hands lovingly caressed the hard wood door as she closed her eyes; she could feel him, every single delectable inch of him, and her soul was singing. Her body was on fire and her heart was ready to explode with excitement. She couldn’t wait any longer.
Angel suddenly looked up, his keen gaze swinging to the door, feeling something or rather someone outside of it, he stood up abruptly facing it.
“What?” Spike asked, seeing his alertness.
Suddenly the door was thrown open and slammed against the wall. A warm breeze briskly blew in the room lifting the heavy black drapes off the floor and swirling them around gracefully. A slow rolling red tinted fog seeped inside and the fire’s flames flickered across the walls and ceiling. Spike stood up and next to Angel, both of them in battle mode ready to kill whatever intruded in their home.
They couldn’t believe what they saw, as a slow sultry figure emerged from the fog, appearing as if from a dream. They each turned to each other, not trusting their own eyes.
“Do you see what I see?” Angel asked, afraid to hear the answer.
Spike took a double take at the person standing in the doorway then back at Angel, he gulped. “Yup.”
Angel turned back to the door, pleasure and surprise all over his face as he took a step closer, “Buffy? What are you doing here?”
She didn’t speak; she just smirked at him, then she slammed the door shut and ran full speed at him. She jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms wrapping around his neck. Before he had time to respond her lips were plastered on top of his and she kissed him deep, long and hard.
When she pulled back, he was breathless, at least as breathless as a vampire could be. Her eyes wandered all over his face sparkling with love and sunshine. While he loved the look she was giving him something inside of him was screaming at him that something was off. This was not the action of someone who was confused, no, everything about her screamed…enlightenment…empowerment. Here was a woman that knew what she wanted. But it was strange and he had to wonder if she was under some spell.
Hs hands reached up and gingerly touched her face, looking for any sign of magical influence. “Buffy are you alright?”
Spike took a step closer to look at her, he like Angel, sensed that something was different with the Slayer he just couldn’t put his finger on it. But damn that kiss was hot and he couldn’t help but feel envious.
She smiled at him then leaned in and ran her tongue up his cheek and to his ear. Reaching it, she licked his ear, sending hot shivers of lust down his spine and he instinctively pressed her closer. She whispered, “Angel…” she purred hotly, “…I see now…I know what I want, and I want…”
Her eyes trailed off seeing a platinum blonde head standing next to Angel and she smiled. Reaching her hand out she brutally gripped him by his head pulling him closer, “Ow! Slayer…what the…”
His words were cut off by her lips smashing against his, her tongue ran inside of his mouth exploring and tasting him and Spike growled longingly moving closer.
Angel angrily growled back and took a step away, pulling Buffy off Spike and glaring at her. “Buffy what the fuck is wrong with you!” he asked shaking her angrily.
She looked baffled for a second, like she didn’t know either, and then she looked at him smiling once more, her eyes misty. “I know what I want Angel, it’s all clear to me now. I want you I want to be with you forever! I’m not afraid anymore. I love you!”
He smiled warmly at her forgetting the little scene only moments ago. She unwrapped her legs and arms and he let her slide to the floor as he continued to hug her. “Are you sure Buffy?”
She shook her head at him, “I love you Angel I always have, I always will. I don’t know why it’s taken me so long to realize that, I mean I’ve always known…” She looked away, her eyes questioningly looking all around; her voice was far off and distant like she wasn’t sure of anything. “…it’s really weird.”
Seeing Spike once again, her body began to hum, her mind began to wander and her deepest darkest desire came to the front spilling out of her lips as her intense gaze lifted to his. “But I want him too.” The hot lust they each read in her eyes was only duplicated by the lust that oozed out of her lips with every word she spoke.
For Buffy it was like a light just went off in her head. She understood now…standing here with both of her ex-lovers. She loved Angel, he was her soul mate and she wanted to be with him forever. But Spike, Spike was a tasty morsel she wanted on the side…and she realized that she wanted them both at the same time.
She closed her eyes, as she looked deep inside of her at her darkest desires that now swam before her eyes like an erotic play. She started to hum as she watched…the three of them moaning and writhing together on the floor, on the bed, everywhere, her and her two vampire lovers...it was a heady picture and she moaned low in her throat.
For Angel it was like someone turned on the invisible pleasure switch in his loins. Logically he knew that she had to be under some kind of spell, but physically his body didn’t care what the hell she was under, and could do nothing but turn up the temperature in his normally cold body as his member hardened immediately.
Spike on the other, sensing Angel’s rising passions and Buffy’s body that was screaming fuck me, still was not clear on what she was asking. She wanted to be with both of them?
“So what you’re saying is that you want to shag both of us?” He asked he wanted to make sure he got this right before he said anything else.
Angel looked at her waiting to hear her answer even though he knew what it would be.
“Yes.” She said hoarsely her eyes turning the heat up another notch.
Spike stepped closer, “So you love him…” he poked his finger at Angel. “But you want to shag us both…at the SAME TIME?”
She shook her head and walked up to Angel, leaning against him she drew his arms around her waist snuggling against him and pressing her ass into his crotch, which was rock hard. She chuckled. “Why does that sound so surprising?”
He scoffed, “well it’s not really, I mean it wouldn’t be the first time the two of us shared a woman. I’m just a little confused as to whether that would be separately or at the same time.” He asked feeling the need to clarify the situation before anything got started.
Having her in his arms, Angel sensed what she wanted and what she meant. Their connection giving him the extra edge over Spike as to her thoughts and feelings. He leaned his chin on top of her head smirking at Spike, feeling more like the demon than the man. Fleetingly he wondered if the spell she was under, because she had to be influenced by something, was contagious, because he wasn’t in the least put off by the idea. In fact, his mind was already thinking of the pleasure to be had.
She laughed, pressing further back against Angel. “Spike, let’s face it, you’re a great lay.” She said and Spike beamed at her, his chest filling with pride, only to be deflated with her next words. “But I don’t love you, I love Angel. I just want to…fuck…both of you…at the same time. It’s always been a fantasy of mine although I could never admit it, and for some reason that I haven’t quite figured out yet, I can now.” She shrugged, seemed simple to her.
Angel continued to smirk at Spike smugly, his cock now completely swollen and hard, his eyes blackened with lust. He couldn’t contain the haughty ha-ha feeling he was hit with and the look on his face said it all…’she belongs to me…na-na-na-na-na-na’. All that was missing was his tongue sticking out at him.
He had no problem with what she said and couldn’t understand how Spike could be so dense. Well all right maybe it was easier for him because she just declared her love for him and not Spike. But still the way he saw it was that there was nothing wrong with her enjoying some physical pleasure by someone else, as long as some rules were set down. The first one of course would be that he had to be a part of it. There could never ever be anything going on without him.
Spike looked at her like she was nuts but at the same time, he felt his cock grow and he looked at Angel to see his reaction to all of this.
Angel was busy enjoying the way Buffy’s ass fit so snugly in his crotch and he was getting more and more excited by the minute. His hand lifted and sifted through her hair as his eyes wandered down the front of her body. “It makes sense to me Spike.”
Who the hell was this? Spike thought his eyes bulging out of their sockets with astonishment. “You’re telling me that you don’t have a problem with us...” his hands flourished around in a circle pointing at all of them, “…getting it on together! You who are the most jealous and possessive person I know!”
Angel looked up at him, shrugging. “It’s not like we haven’t done it before.” He casually said as his eyes once more wandered down to Buffy’s chest, his left hand skimmed up her belly and to the underside of her breast, and he lightly stroked her. She blew out a long heavy breath and wiggled her ass against him again, making him groan as her hand wandered up to his head, pulling him into the crook of her neck.
Spike seeing them already phasing him out and getting things started, just couldn’t believe his ears and felt the need to clarify the situation, because he enjoyed living and he didn’t want to end up at the end of Angel’s sword when he saw him sticking it good to the love of his life. “Yeah but they weren’t her! They were nobodies…they…they weren’t…her!” he sputtered.
Angel sighed and finally looked up at him, “Look Spike, I’m not going to kill you if that’s what you mean. This is something that she wants and I’m game only because I love her and want to please her.”
Taking a step closer with Buffy so they were all now close together, his eyes were hard as steel as he looked at him and his arms tightened cruelly around Buffy making her wince. “But there will never ever be a time when it’s just the two of you, without me. Do we all understand each other?”
“Angel, you’re hurting me.” She said, finding it hard to breath as he squeezed her.
He looked down at her, his eyes not flinching from the pain he heard in her voice. He wanted to be perfectly clear and when he spoke she would swear that it was the Demon. “Just remember baby that if you do…this pain will be nothing compared to the pain that I will inflict upon you.” He said harshly.
As she looked up at him her heart raced with his callous words, and her core throbbed, for some reason that turned her on. Gripping his hair harder she yanked hard bringing him closer to her mouth. “Are you trying to turn me on lover? Because I’m already wet,” she huskily said.
Angel groaned, then brutally took her glistening lips with his own. They kissed each other hungrily as their hands began to explore all the places that cried out for attention. It occurred to him as his lips slid over her pliable ones that that was what she wanted…she wanted to be dominated and the demon in him rejoiced and turned that switch up another degree.
Spike just stood there watching them eagerly, his face shifted and the demon came to the front as their mutual scents of lust filled his hungry nostrils.
Angel picked her up and carried her toward the fireplace; laying her down on the floor he stood up and looked down at her all the love he felt for her shining brightly, almost blinding her. “I love you Buffy.” He whispered and she smiled at him, “I love you too Angel.”
He smiled at her softly, then the smile disappeared, his voice changed, the love and tenderness were gone, and was replaced with hard demanding commands. “Now take off your clothes.”
Spike watched as she smirked at him, his dead heart swelling with lust as he walked over to where they were. Removing his jacket, he watched her sit up and enthusiastically remove her blouse, then leaning back down on the floor, she raised her hips and slowly pushed her pants down her legs and off, throwing them haphazardly behind her. She lay there in just a pair of black silk panties, her eyes looking up at Angel, waiting for his next command.
Spike swallowed hard. This was incredible, and it was quickly becoming the most erotic experience he ever had in his entire demon life. Why…simply because it was her. He swallowed again, his throat feeling dry and parched he silently prayed to the Powers themselves to give him strength…strength to hold back his rising passions. He remembered quite clearly how Angel liked to play these games and how they sometimes tended to run into marathon events. He wasn’t sure he could last two hours with these two, sparing his anxious cock a glance; he thought to himself ‘hold on Junior.’
Angel felt the same but he refused to show it. This was about her, this was about her desire to be controlled, to be dominated by both of them and he was determined to give her what she wanted.
“Touch your breasts,” he demanded quietly, as his hand lifted and he slowly started to unbutton his shirt. He looked over at Spike and nodded at him. Taking his cue, with his eyes on Buffy as she started to pleasure herself, Spike pulled his t-shirt off and flung it to the side.
“Squeeze your nipples, roll them around. I want to hear you moan,” Angel said huskily. His hands now moved to his belt removing it, and unzipping his pants, Spike followed suit, as Buffy obediently obeyed.
She pulled and tweaked on her aching nipples and the rush of heat that was immediately felt in her pussy made her wiggle her ass against the carpet. “Mmmm….”
Spike was transfixed and the second he pulled his cock out he started to pump his shaft as he watched her hands go lower and she toyed with the lace edge of her panties. But Angel wasn’t ready for that yet and he snapped at her. “NO. You are not allowed to touch your pussy yet, understand?”
Her hand immediately fell to the side and she pouted sadly, “Yes.”
Looking over at Spike watching as his hand idly stroked himself, the memory of his taste sent sharp bolts of lust to her senses and she licked her lips, watching as the head of his cock glistened with precum.
Angel watched as she licked her lips her eyes riveted on Spike’s cock. She looked so…famished that he had to shift in his seat to control the painful throbbing of his own cock that wouldn’t stop twitching in his pants. “Do you want to suck Spike’s cock?” He asked quietly.
Tweaking her nipple with her eyes glued to Spike, her back arched off the floor, she moaned, ”Yessss…”
Spike gulped. He still couldn’t believe this was happening and that he was going to get it first. But then again, Angel always got off by commanding and watching his demands being played out, it was a sexual stimulation for him and Spike knew that. It had just been so long that he’d forgotten.
“Get on your hands and knees baby and crawl over to him.” Angel said as he sat down in the chair, his hand going to his crotch and rubbing his cock through his pants.
Buffy slowly and languidly rose to her hands and knees and slowly crawled over to Spike, her mouth watering with every small move she made. Her body was on fire for both vampires, but her soul sang with love for Angel and his ability to see her for whom she really was and what she really wanted…to be dominated by two of the most powerful men she knew. He was her soul mate and he placed her wants and desires above everything else, including his own possessiveness and jealously, and she felt so blessed.
Spike focused intently on her scrumptious form as she practically slithered across the floor and over to him. Her tongue licked her lips as her eyes stared hotly at his engorged cock. He could read the desire in her eyes; he could read the anticipation in them of having him in her mouth and he shuddered.
She didn’t look at him, as she licked her palm making it really, really wet, then she reached up and grabbed his cock, her deft fingers wrapping around him. She stroked him up and down, strongly and easily, her wet hand gliding up and down his shaft. Reaching the head she squeezed him and then stuck her tongue out swiping the head and cleaning up the precum, moaning low in her throat as it hit her tongue.
Spike’s eyes rolled back and shut tightly the pleasure was so intense and so damn good that it wiped away every other thought in his head, except one. It occurred to him that he never got a blowjob from her like this before. In the back of his mind he knew it was because then she wasn’t really getting pleasure out of it, it was only an escape. But now she was getting pleasure from it, and her pleasure made her more sensual, it made her actions more unrestrained and he was easily getting lost in it.
“Oh fuck…Angelus, you lucky bastard.” He hissed out, not even realizing that he did.
Angel smirked at him knowing exactly what he was feeling, but then his eyes darkened, a slight pang of jealously entered his heart and soul and he fought back the urge to go over there and drag her off of him. But just as it was slowly starting to consume him it stopped and he recognized the astonished reaction from Spike for what it was; a new sensation. Which meant to Angel that even though he was sure she had done this to Spike before, that it never meant anything. The difference now was the fact that he told her to do it; she was getting pleasure from the simple act of obeying her mate and pleasing him. Which ultimately made Angel feel very happy and very secure in their relationship. She didn’t love Spike, never had. He smiled feeling like the king of the castle.
Unaware of her love’s thoughts, Buffy hungrily wrapped her lips around Spike’s head and slowly sank down engulfing him in her mouth; she began to hum as her fingers tickled the sensitive skin between his balls and his anus. Spike’s excitement grew and he began to pant heavily his hand lay on her head guiding her smooth motions. He was a slave to the sensations coursing through his body making him feel alive. It grew and built up, all his senses felt as if they were going to explode. He opened his eyes and looked at Angel.
He sat in the chair watching his enormous cock now out in the open as he idly stroked it. His motion was one of boredom but his eyes were black hot lust, there was no mistaking the stimulation he was getting out of this.
Spike felt his balls tighten and he spoke to Angel, knowing that he would only be telling him what he wanted to know. “Oh fuck…I’m going to cum mate.” He was seeking permission, a habit from the old days and he waited, holding back his orgasm to hear what his Sire would say.
Angel pondered that then stood up; he walked over to them and grabbed Buffy by the head pulling her back. “Spike’s going to cum baby, DON’T let him cum in your mouth!” he demanded. Sucking Spike off was one thing, but swallowing his cum was another story and he didn’t want that.
“Okay.” She said submissively and then went back to work, licking his head and stroking his shaft with long hard strokes.
“FUCK YES!” Spike screamed as he came, shooting his cum out and up in the air. Buffy watched it spurt out, some of it landing on his leg and some on her hand, but she resisted the urge to lick it clean.
Angel grunted, satisfied with her compliance and patted her on the ass. “Good baby, now come over here and suck my cock.”
He sat back down on the chair and watched amused as she practically ran over on her hands and knees and took his cock in her hand immediately engulfing his entire length in her mouth. He moaned loudly as his head hit her tonsils and he felt his balls tighten. He knew he was going to cum and fast. It was too much of a turn on watching her suck Spike and he was only seconds away from cumming himself.
But then she slowed her motions, and started to suck him lightly and slow. Flattening her tongue she ran it slowly down the length of him and then back up and circled the head. She was wiggling her ass in the air, rubbing her legs together trying desperately to quench the throbbing in her aching clit.
Angel breathed in deeply, smelling her musky scent and knew that she had to be on fire. Looking up at Spike who sat on the couch watching them, his cock slowly but surely growing again, he nodded at him.
“Buffy spread your legs baby.” He gruffly said and she didn’t even break her stride on his cock as she adjusted her stance. She felt the cool air touch her sore pussy and she moaned. “mmmm….”
He didn’t speak; he didn’t need to. Spike knew what he wanted and he wanted the same thing. Getting off the couch he crawled on his knees up to and behind Buffy. He lay down on his back and pushed his body up on the rug, looking up he growled seeing her wet pink pussy above his head; he placed his hands on her hips and lowered her to his mouth.
The second his cool wet tongue lapped at her aching pussy Buffy jerked not expecting it. Her eyes opened and she looked up at Angel who smiled at her, his hand coming down and resting on her head. “For you baby,” he said soothingly, knowing how she ached.
Her eyes smiled back at him then closed once more as a violent shudder ran through her when Spike bit down on her clit and moved his lips from side to side, growling as her release filled his mouth. He had almost forgotten how sweet she tasted and he wanted more he gripped her hips painfully pushing her further down on his face, his mouth ravaging every delicate piece of flesh.
Buffy screamed around Angel’s cock and sped up her own motions, sucking in her cheeks she sucked harder and swiped his head just as his hand painfully gripped her head and he pushed himself further into her warm mouth, his hips jerking up off the chair as his body convulsed with his release.
Slowly Buffy and Angel each relaxed, their bodies calming and their hearts slowing. She licked him dry and looked up at him smiling, she went to move forward, desperate to taste his sweet lips and express her love for him. But she couldn’t move, Spike’s grip on her hips kept her in place over his mouth as he continued to lick her juices up.
Her eyes crossed and she looked down at him angrily, once again trying to move away. Angel growled warningly and leaning down he smacked Spike on the head sharply. Spike released her clit and looked up at him, his face changed, growling back annoyed that he was stopped.
They stared and growled at each other menacingly but Buffy ignored them and slid up between Angel’s legs. She grabbed his chin and moved his head so he would look at her, when his yellow orbs touched her green ones she smiled and leaned forward touching her lips to his. He spared Spike only one more stare and growl as he was consumed completely by her and her mouth that splayed across his own, tasting him.
Roughly he took her by the shoulders and pulled her closer, his mouth attacking hers hungrily, tasting himself on her sweet lips only made him hornier and he felt his cock grow once again.
“I love you so much baby.” He said in between nibbles on her bottom lip. She leaned her head back as his lips started a trail down her slim neck and to her pulse point, he drew it in his mouth and sucked and nibbled as Buffy rubbed her breasts against his chest, glorifying in the possessive act. “I love you Angel so much…so fucking much!” she whined.
Meanwhile, Spike lay on the floor his cock swollen once more and his eyes glued to Buffy’s ass. He couldn’t resist lifting his finger and running it down the crack, eliciting a shiver from her, which made her ass wiggle. “Ohhh…”
Angel lifted his head and looked at Spike, they shared a smirk and then Angel stood pulling Buffy up with him. He once again laid her on the floor her back to Spike and began to kiss her again.
She wrapped her hands around his neck pulling him closer as his mouth trailed down her neck once again then to her chest, capturing a hard nipple with his teeth and then laving it lovingly.
“Mmmm…Angel...” she whined
Spike seeing his chance, moved and pressed up against her back, as his hands roamed up and down her legs caressing her soft silky skin. He pressed his cock against her ass as he watched Angel suck on her breasts.
Angel couldn’t get enough of her and decided that he had to taste her. Sliding his body down he kissed her belly and swirled his tongue around her bellybutton.
“Mmm…” she moaned as she wiggled her ass against Spike, her hands on Angel’s head pushing him lower, her head lolled to the side as Spike started to kiss her neck. When he reached Angel’s scar he licked it, and was rewarded with his hair being yanked on pulling his head up hard.
He looked up expecting to look into the angry eyes of his Sire, but instead he looked into the angry green eyes of the Slayer. “Don’t go there.” She warned low and steely.
Angel felt her belly tighten and he looked up to see what upset her. He watched as she twisted on Spike’s head angrily, warning him to stay away from her neck, and he smiled amused and enthralled with her actions and the look of disappointment on Spike’s face. With his heart filled with contentment he returned to his task of kissing her belly.
“Lower Angel…please.” She whined, needing to feel him in her most sacred spot. The anticipation of having him taste her and lick her, making her hot all over again, it didn’t’ matter that she just came from Spike’s talented mouth, this was her Angel. While Spike did have gusto and was really very skilled at copulation, it was still a thousand - no a million times - better by Angel because every lick, touch and suck was straight from his soul, straight from his heart. It touched her in so many other ways than just the physical that it was almost a consecrated experience.
“So beautiful…” he whispered in awe.
She sighed dreamily, as he finally reached her core and ran a finger down her wet cleft. God she was lucky to be in the hands of two powerful and talented lovers. She felt like a goddess being worshipped both in body and spirit and she felt so naughty yet oddly wholesome at the same time, like she was finally getting what she always wanted. Ah, she shrugged off those feelings and instead concentrated on Angel has he leaned forward and gently touched her clit with his tongue.
He rolled her so she was on her back and then he spread her legs wide, as he dove in voraciously tasting her everywhere, whispering words of love and passion as he did.
Spike leaned over her his fingers rolling across a hard nipple and she arched up into his touch. “Please…suck on them.” She begged and Spike watched with heavy eyes as her eyes closed and her mouth opened slightly, a look of pure rapture on her face. Beautiful indeed, he thought as he leaned down and gently took a nipple into his mouth sucking lightly as his other hand reached up and squeezed her other breast.
Her head rolled back and forth on the floor, one hand pressing Spike’s head further into her breasts as her other hand held Angel’s head as he continued to suck on her pussy.
“Oh God…that feels so good...” she moaned out just as Angel slipped two fingers inside of her and started to vigorously suck on her clit.
“YES Angel!” She screamed, her body jerking up as she orgasamed. Her hand gripping his head as her hips rose pushing herself further into his mouth. He purred with contentment as her juices filled his mouth and slid down his throat. Her taste was so pure, so much like her heart and soul. It coursed throughout his body making him feel strong, powerful, and more like a man than he had ever felt like before.
He licked her one last time then looked up, leaning his chin on her pelvic bone. Spike was lapping at her breasts his hands caressing her ribs and she lay there, panting heavily, her eyes closed and a small smile on her face. Angel smiled too. She looked so stunning in her afterglow, so serene and peaceful, that he just wanted to be inside of her to give her even more pleasure.
He moved quickly and quietly up her body, latching on to the neglected nipple as Spike continued to suck on the other. She lay there being thoroughly ravished, the lower part of her body numb with pleasure and she smiled contently grabbing on to both of their heads, stroking them lovingly as she relaxed into their caresses and kisses.
Angel looked at Spike and they shared a smile, then they both pulled away from her. Angel rolled her so she lay on her side facing him. Taking her leg he lifted it and placed it on his hip, his hand moved down her leg slowly to her core and he lightly rolled his finger up and down her cleft.
Spike pressed up against her back once again, grabbing his cock he rubbed it in between her ass cheeks, he wanted so badly to go inside that beautiful puckered rosebud that was calling to him. He knew that he had never entered her there before, but he didn’t know if Angel had or not, and he knew from experience that he wouldn’t be allowed to if Angel hadn’t already.
Angel was watching the play of emotions on her face as he saw her wiggle her ass into Spike and heard her moans of ecstasy. “Ohhh yess...”
Seeing their position he scowled. This would not do. There was no way he was letting Spike go into virgin territory, that was his job. Snarling, he roughly grabbed her and rolled her over till she now faced Spike and her ass was right where he wanted it be, pressed up against his own hard cock. When he was satisfied he grunted happily and gripped her hips back into him, pressing against her.
Buffy so lost in the rapture that she was feeling didn’t notice the change in position until she felt something much bigger and harder pressed against her ass. She opened her eyes and looked right into a pair of smoldering blue eyes and heard the warm hot words of her Angel in her ear.
His cock moved in between the cheeks of her ass, up and down fueling her fire. “Are you still a virgin here Buff?” She heard the shortened name, the question, and recognized the slightly harsh tone in his voice. If she answered the wrong way, she knew that he would not be happy. But she wasn’t afraid because she knew she had the right answer. “Yes,” she said.
He looked up and into Spike’s eyes, to see his confirmation and to look for betrayal. But Spike shook his head no and he read no deception in the blue eyes gazing back at him. He sighed mentally relieved and satisfied with both of their answers.
His attention once more on Buffy and her pleasure he spoke again, his voice once more hot and heavy with lust. “You want us both?”
“Yes.” She whispered.
“Well you’re going to get us both baby.”
“Mmmm…” she moaned her head leaning back against his shoulder. “Yes…please!” she begged again.
Angel looked at Spike and nodded. Spike grabbed his cock and rocked it back and forth over her pussy, teasing and tantalizing her. “Please Spike…” she whined and at Angel’s consenting nod, Spike pushed forward and entered her.
“Ahhhhh yes…” she moaned again, lifting her leg and putting it over Spike’s waist she pushed forward until he was completely embedded inside of her. She smiled. This was heaven; she had forgotten how nicely Spike fit inside of her. Of course he was not Angel, but still he was well equipped and there was no doubt that he knew what he was doing.
Slowly Spike started to fuck her, sliding out and then pushing forward again with long hard strokes. Her hands gripped his shoulders as her leg squeezed into his waist, wanting more, wanting it faster.
“Does that feel good baby?” Angel asked, watching as Spike’s cock moved in and out of her. He was so excited; the thrill of watching her get fucked by someone else was a sight to see. It fueled his inner demonic fantasies and turned his cock so hard that it was now extremely painful. He had to be inside of her.
“Yes…Angel, so good, so good.” She said. “More…please.” She asked.
Angel smirked, “I’m going to give you more baby.” He talked to her low and softly, wanting her to feel safe and reassured and not frightened with what he was about to do. With his cock in his hand he pressed it up into her puckered hole. “You’re going to feel some pressure baby, and it’s going to hurt a little.” He lifted his eyes to Spike and nodded his head and Spike slammed forward, grunting as he did.
“Ohh…yes!” she moaned.
“But I’ll make it better baby, it won’t hurt for long I promise.” He said then kissed her ear, his tongue running up and down the rim of her lobe.
Spike pulled out and slammed inside of her again. “I…oh god…I trust you Angel.” She whined.
Angel smiled, “Good girl, now just relax.” He pushed forward and she jerked slightly as the head of his cock slowly entered her anus. Angel kept talking to her, wanting her to keep her mind on the pleasure she was feeling as opposed to the initial pain that she now felt. “Shhh…just relax baby and concentrate on Spike’s cock moving in and out of your pussy.”
She relaxed slightly, his words hot in her ear, reminded her of the fact that she was indeed being fucked by Spike and that it was getting harder and faster. Her breath hitched and as Angel pushed his cock further inside of her, she moaned, her body shuddering at the exquisite feelings that were coming from her pussy and now her ass. It was something that she had never experienced before and she had no way to describe it except that she felt like she was being completely and totally consumed, and she loved it.
Spike watched as Angel slowly sank further inside of her, the look on his face was one of controlled restraint. The muscles in his neck protruded, showing the difficulty he was having to not just plunge inside of her and sink himself into the deep abyss of that untouched area.
“Is she tight Angelus…hot?” Spike asked, practically drooling as he watched.
“Oh god…please more!” Buffy whined, Spike’s words turning her on even more.
“Oh yeah baby…tight, so tight and perfect…so fucking hot.” Angel said, his eyes still closed as he pulled out and then slowly sank back inside.
Spike had stopped his motion and lay still inside of her, as he continued to watch Angel fuck her from behind.
“Fuck her harder Angelus, faster.” He sneered. He forgot how much of a turn on it was to watch Angel take a woman from that position. He used to watch it all the time while he’d fuck Dru. At the time he was slightly perturbed because she was his but the demon in him still loved it. Now there was no jealously, because Buffy was not his woman, so the turn on was that much greater and his words, became much more harsher, as Buffy squeezed her inner muscles trying to get him to move.
“Please Spike fuck me!” she demanded her body on fire seeking that release that she desperately craved.
Angel grunted and leaned down into Buffy, “Are you ready baby, do you want me to go faster do you want me to fuck you harder?”
Her hand suddenly snaked up and brutally grabbed his head; she pulled him down to her mouth and kissed him savagely, biting his lip in the process. When Angel tasted his own blood he growled and bit her back making her moan. Tasting her powerful blood he slammed inside of her hard and fast.
Buffy was momentarily dazed by the sudden deep intrusion and her body stilled her mouth slacked open and a small tear filled the corner of her eye, it was painful. But the second the pain was felt she felt the cool hard length of Spike slowly pulling out, the friction taking away the pain.
“GOD YES!” she mumbled as Angel sucked on her bloody lip.
As Angel pulled out, Spike slammed inside of her, his eyes riveted on the beautiful red blood that was now all over Angel’s lips, he wanted to taste it so bad, his insides calling out for it, but he didn’t know if he was allowed. He whimpered longingly and Angel took note. Looking up at him, seeing the look on his face he smirked. So Spiky wants a taste, Angel was feeling so good at the moment that he decided to be generous.
Placing his finger over her bleeding lip he pressed down and coated the tip of his finger with her blood. Then as Spike watched mesmerized, he lifted his finger to Spike’s lips and held it out for him. Spike groaned and latched on to Angel’s finger, drawing it into his mouth he sucked, his eyes rolling back into his head at the incredible taste of her blood.
Angel growled, his cock twitched and he plunged inside of Buffy, as Spike pulled out, still sucking on Angel’s fingers.
Buffy watching Spike got jealous and she grabbed Angel’s hand and ripped it away from Spike. “Mine.”
Spike snarled angrily at her as she took Angel’s finger wrapped her lips around it and sucked it into her own mouth, she started to suck on it like she had his big cock in her mouth, moaning and humming as she went all the while Spike watched snarling.
Angel pulled out and slammed back inside as Spike slammed inside of her pussy. They took turns, fucking the slayer hard from both directions. One in, one out…over and over again.
Angel saw the look on Spike’s face and knew he was going to cum. “Spike,” he growled out, Spike looked up at him, “Pull out.” Spike nodded, he already knew he was going to say that, always denied the ultimate fun…ah well, he’ll take it anyway he can get it.
Spike slammed inside of her one last time then pulled out, “OH FUCK!” he screamed, as he pressed up against her belly, jerking up and down as he came, shooting his seed all over her stomach.
Angel continued to slam inside of her tight little ass, he felt his balls tighten and he was just about to cum, when there was this little voice inside of his head, screaming at him to hold out, screaming at him that he had to cum inside of her womb.
He couldn’t escape the pull and he didn’t even stop to question it, he pulled out of her and quickly turned her around and pressed her into the floor as he covered her with his body and thrust inside of her wet pussy. The second he entered her Buffy exploded, she screamed with ecstasy as she came, her juices coating Angel’s cock like a warm blanket.
“OH GOD!” he screamed slamming deep inside of her one last time as he came. “BUFFY!” he roared rotating his hips against her as wave after wave of pure pleasure coursed through him.
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Meanwhile, back in Rome…
Giles entered the library and approached the two occupants of the room. “Has anyone heard from Buffy? I’ve been trying to reach her at her apartment but there’s no answer?” he asked.
Willow looked up from the book she was reading and looked at Giles. “She’s probably just out somewhere Giles.” She said then looked back down at her book.
Faith, was punching a bag that hung in the corner, never breaking stride with her work out, she said. “Yeah Gman don’t worry she’ll probably call in later.”
Giles looked at them, smirking knowingly. Unfazed by their lack of concern for their missing friend. “Yes well I guess you’re right.” He turned heading out of the library. Sighing he said, “Well I guess I’ll go and start making preparations for our new arrival.”
Faith hitting the bag still asked, “Who’s coming G?”
Reaching the door he turned around, facing them he pondered them both. “Well if I was a betting man, I’d say it will be a boy?”
Willow stopped reading and Faith stopped punching, their eyes now on Giles giving him their full attention. “Ah?” Willow said.
Giles smiled, “But then again I’ve never been a betting man, so who knows.” He chuckled turning away from them.
“Ah, Giles what the hell are you talking about?” Faith asked.
He stopped then turned back around to face them. “The baby? I can’t decide if it will be a boy or a girl.”
Willow gulped, “Baby?”
“Well of course the baby! Really Willow you of all people should know,” he said matter-of-factly.
“I should?” she asked, her eyes wildly going over to Faith’s and then back to Giles.
“Well yes, you were the one to cast the conception spell.”
Faith dropped her gloves, “The what?” She looked crossly at Willow.
Giles looked at them blankly, “The conception spell that you two conjured the other night.”
“Ah hold up there a minute Giles, there was no conception spell.” Faith said looking back at Willow once again.
“Yeah no conception spell, it was an Anam Cara spell.” Willow said standing up.
Giles chuckling, nodded his head up and down, “Yes, yes, the conception spell.”
Willow shook her head, “No…it wasn’t a conception spell it was the Spell of Anam Cara to help a person see what her true heart’s desire was, to help them find their soul mate!” She said quickly.
“Of course it is.” Giles said staring back at her.
Faith turned to Willow, “Is this one of those not important side effects you were telling me about?”
Willow looked at her shaking her head, “No I never knew about this I swear!”
Giles chuckled at them, “Willow surely you understand the basis of the spell, it’s true purpose.”
When she looked at him confused, like she had no idea what he was talking about, he chuckled again. “The spell does help to bring together souls that belong to each other, to help a person see their true hearts desires, ’the cause’, for the ultimate purpose of the spell…conception. Once the souls are reunited the ‘cause’ has done its job and conception is made.”
He waited for that to sink in, and when it did Willow slumped down in her chair, her hand going to her head.
“What the hell is talking about Red?” Faith asked.
Willow groaned, “Of course, the ‘cause’. The ‘cause’ is the joining of the souls, which ‘causes’ conception…a baby. Oh my god, why didn’t I see that before!”
“WHAT?” Faith shouted.
Giles smiled. “Willow you never cease to amaze me. You are an incredibly gifted goddess and witch, and yet you still fail to read the simplest of meanings behind the most basic spells. Ah well, what’s done is done.”
He turned and started to once again leave the room.
“What a minute Giles, how come you’re not mad at us?” Faith asked.
“Because Faith, it is how it was supposed to be. Frankly, the Elders were getting very impatient with Buffy; she was supposed to have conceived a year ago, when Angel finally retained his soul. They had not counted on her being so…difficult. So they saw this as a means to an end.”
“You’re saying this was supposed to happen? Buffy and Angel were supposed to have a baby together?” Willow asked, feeling slightly better about the situation.
Giles smiled, “Of course. Now you must excuse me, I have to go and make preparations. A baby…I can’t wait!”
They watched as he walked out of the room a stupid giddy smile of fatherly pride on his face, mumbling about high chairs and cribs.
The two comrades looked at each other, not knowing what to think. But they knew one thing for sure, “She’s going to kill us.” They said at the same time.
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Nine months later…a hospital in Rome…
“Push baby!” Angel screamed at her.
“ARGGGGG!” She grabbed his hand and squeezed it so hard that he fell to his knees in pain.
“Ouch…baby, you’re hurting me.” He said.
Angry green eyes turned to him. “I’M HURTING YOU! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO HAVE A CAR RIPPED OUT OF YOU!” she screamed at him.
He smiled at her, while trying to pry her hands off of his. “It’s not a car Buffy, it’s our baby.”
She rolled her eyes and her head fell back against the pillow, sweat dripping down her face and covering her body. “Whatever!”
He smiled, he couldn’t help it, he was just too damn happy. Ever since that night nine months ago and her sudden appearance on his doorstep, he had been the happiest demon in the world.
After their little threesome that night, he had carried her to the bedroom. He made love to her slowly telling her how much he loved her, how blessed he was to have her in his life, and how they would always be together.
The next morning, Willow and Faith showed up. They confessed about conjuring the spell and why they did it. Buffy couldn’t have cared less and in fact had thanked each of them with big kisses and hugs, for opening her eyes to what she had been denying herself.
Soon after that, Angel moved back to Rome with Buffy and Giles filled them in on what the spell truly meant. Buffy laughed not believing him for one second, until she got hit with severe nausea and ran out of the room and to the bathroom where Angel found her curled up over the toilet bowl and puking up her breakfast. She had looked up at him crying a smile on her face, and they laughed and cried together the prospect of having a baby overwhelming them both.
Not much longer after that they got married under the midnight moon, with all their family and friends there, and then soon after that, Dawn left with Spike to go back to LA and attend college.
Angel had been worried about moving to Rome, remembering what the Powers said about he and Spike working together. But the visiting Higher Powers had assured him that everything was as it should be and that both he and Spike would one day achieve their Shanshu’s, regardless of whether or not they worked together. They said that the baby changed everything. Angel was going to question how that could be but was stopped by Buffy, who said she had learned over the years to not question what the Higher Powers said, that they were fickle beings and that was that.
“That’s good Mrs. Summers, one more push!” the doctor said.
“Oh god I can’t…I’m too tired, there’s nothing left!” she said warily.
Hearing how tired and pathetic she sounded gave Angel the extra strength he needed, he sucked up the pain that was shooting daggers up his arm and stood up tall and strong, ready to help his wife, to give her his strength.
“Buffy!” he said sternly drawing her gaze to his. “Push one last time baby you can do it!”
She shook her head no, tears falling from her eyes, “No I can’t Angel, I’m too tired, no more strength.”
She was so tired, it had been ten hours and still this baby wasn’t coming out, apparently very happy and content to stay in his momma’s womb forever.
Knowing his wife so well, he decided to go another route. He leaned down and spoke softly to her, “Buffy there’s something I have to tell you.”
“What?” she said.
He questioned his plan only briefly; she had to find out sooner or later, and now seemed like as good a time as any. “Spike and Dawn are dating.”
“WHAT!” She shouted at the top of her lungs, her face red with anger. “THAT LOW DOWN DIRTY GOOD FOR NOTHING BASTARD! I’LL KILL HIM!”
Angel smiled and patted her hand happy with the result he got and with the knowledge that she would hurt Spike for his indiscretions with her sister. Something he himself had wanted to do when he found out, but was stopped by Dawn. “I know baby, but you have to deliver our baby first!”
She turned to the doctor with a new light of righteous anger in her eyes, determined, powerful and strong once more. She leaned up and sucked in her breath then pushed with her all might, all the while her mind mentally killing Spike. “ARRGGHHHHH!” she screamed.
“That’s it baby you’re doing it!” Angel said excitedly as he watched a little pink gooey head emerge.
Then all of a sudden there was loud screeching filling the room, Angel was laughing, tears coming out of his eyes as he gazed upon his son for the first time. “Oh my god Buffy he’s beautiful, so beautiful. It’s a miracle!” he said joyfully laughing in wonderment.
Buffy fell back on the bed completely spent, her eyes closing tiredly, her mouth muttering a million miles away, “kill him…I’m going to strap him up by his balls and rip his dick off! Touching my baby sister!”
Angel was still laughing, he leaned over to her and took her face in his hands, and he kissed her deeply. “Buffy, my beautiful Buffy, I love you so much, thank you, thank you for this beautiful gift.” He said to her, tears running down his face.
She looked at him confused like she had no idea what he was talking about, until the doctor stepped up and placed a little warm crying bundle in her hands. She looked down and what she saw was amazing. It was a beautiful baby boy; his little face was puckered in anger as he wailed with all his might his displeasure at being forced to leave his shrine.
“Oh my god Angel…it’s a baby?” Her watering eyes lifted to his, “Our baby!”
“I know.” They stared at each other then down at the baby, they couldn’t believe it. It was a miracle. It was their dream come true and as they stared lovingly at their little miracle, their hearts so full of love and emotions that neither one of them could describe, they said at the same time. “Thank you Willow.”
The End