She slowly nods and he lowers her to onto her back on the bed. He perches above her as his lips claim hers. His fingers tease the flesh under the hem of her t-shirt before sliding up her back. She arches into him. Her breasts press against his firm chest. His nimble fingers release the clasp of her bra and he quickly pushes the shirt and bra over her head and onto the floor. His mouth licks and nips its way from her face to her taunt nipples. He draws one and then the other between his lips teasing the sensitive skin with his rough tongue. She moans in pleasure as her fingertips dig into his scalp. As he continues to tease and assault each breast, his fingers flick open her button and slide down her zipper

Angel pulls back and grabs each side of her pants and panties and slides the jeans down and off. His hands press on her thighs opening her to his view. He leans in and runs his tongue from back to front of her wet lips. He brushes the tip of his tongue over her swollen clit again and again. She bucks her hips trying to follow his wandering tongue. He grabs her thighs pinning her to the bed and thrust his mouth over her leaking slit and sucks and licks the sweet juices. Her head lolls back and forth as she moans his name. He brushes his nose over her clit sending her over the edge. She bites her lip to hold in the scream bubbling up. He moves up her body and claims her lips as his fingers caress and pinch her hard nipple. Her fingers entwine in his hair pulling him closer. She wraps her leg around his leg pressing her hot wet flesh against his cooler thigh. He moans deep in his chest at the additional contact.

As they lay kissing, she reaches for his hand and guides it to his throbbing cock. She wraps his finger around his manhood and guides him in a slow stroking. She pulls back and looks down and smiles. He looks at her oddly.

Buffy: I like watching you stroke yourself.

Angel: You do?

Buffy: Uh huh.

She slides away from him and leans her shoulders back against the headboard. She bends her knees and lets them fall open. He rolls over and stares as she takes one finger and begins caressing her clit. He licks his lip at the sight. He looks into her face and sees her looking at his hand still wrapped around his erection. He begins to slowly stroke himself as his eyes gaze intently on her finger. His tongue snakes out over his lips as he watches her pleasure herself. Her own eyes are locked on his hand. He moves closer and leans on her thigh bringing their hips close. They can view both their hands as they are lost in the pleasures. He listens to her breathing and rapid pulse and glances in her eyes as she nears another orgasm.

Buffy: In…. now.

With inhuman speed he sheaths himself in her wet heat. Her muscles immediately pulse and grip at his cock. That is all he needs to flood her deep inside. He gasp at the bliss coursing through his body and collapses on her shoulder. Her hands caress his back.

Buffy: Like that?

Angel: What do you think?

He grabs her waist and slides them down onto the pillows and snuggles her close.

Buffy: I never did that before.

He lifts up and looks down in her face.

Buffy: I always wanted to though.

Angel: Why?

Buffy: Well I never told you, but I saw you once at the mansion and it was very erotic and I had to leave before I lost control.

He closes his eyes and falls back on the pillows.

Angel: You saw me?

Buffy: Yes, now don’t get all embarrassed. I found it uh stimulating.

He levers himself over her and smiles.

Angel: Erotic?

Buffy: God yes.

Angel: Hmm. What else do you find erotic?

Buffy: You.

Angel: What about me?

He nibbles her jaw.

Buffy: I love your body. The way it looks. The way it taste. The way it feels.

Angel: I know the feelings.

Buffy: Like right now, I keep thinking about how I want to go down and take you in my mouth. I love the feel of your silky skin. The smoothness of the foreskin on my tongue.

He swallows hard and she feels his penis react to her words.

Angel: You like that?

Buffy: Uh huh.

Angel leans in and brushes his lips against hers. Her fingers slip down and begins teasing the tip of his cock. A soft moan escapes his lips.

Buffy: I love the feel, so hard but so soft and silky.

She looks into his eyes as he begins to practically purr.

Buffy: Your so sensitive.

Her fingers slide down and gently caress the shaft. He moans deep as she wraps her hand around him. As her hand strokes him he feels her easing him upward. He follows her gentle steady demand and moves until his hands grip the headboard and his knees straddle her chest. He looks down to see her tongue graze over the tip and then the head disappears between her pink lips. Reveling in the vision, he is cognizant of her tongue fondling his skin. As his lust mounts he has to restrain himself from thrusting deeper. Her mouth releases him long enough to pull back the skin before consuming him again.

Angel: Oh God Buffy.

Lifting away only a moment to speak.

Buffy: I’m not God, though this feels like heaven.

She takes him in as far as she can and sucks hard. One hand fondles his sensitive sack as the other stimulates his shaft. He whimpers in ecstasy at her fellation. His head presses against the wall as he rides the waves of euphoria.

Angel: Bu…Buu..Buffy. I..I…I..

He feels her increase the stimulation and he crashes over the edge watching as she swallows every drop. As she pulls back and smiles he collapses beside her.

Buffy: I what?

Angel: N…n…nothing.

She giggles and moves up to kiss his trembling lips. She rubs his jaw and moves off the bed.

Buffy: Now lets go get our son.

He watches weakly as she dresses. Buffy turns and looks at him.

Buffy: You need to get dressed. You can not go downstairs like that.

He shakes his head and slips on black sweat pants and a white t-shirt. Turning to see her dressed he approaches and opens the door. They quietly move down the stairs in their bare feet. Glancing around the room, their eyes take in the sleeping form of Cordy on the sofa. The bassinet placed nearby. On the floor lies a lump they assume is Wes. Buffy approaches the bassinet and looks into the eyes of Conner. She lifts him up and carries him into the kitchen. As she perches on a stool, Angel begins warming his bottle. They sit quietly not wanting to disturb the sleeping duo. Buffy smiles as Angel hands her the bottle. She looks down at the baby. Neither one is aware of the brown eyes peering at them from the slowly lightening living room.

Buffy (w): Mommy missed you so much.

Angel (w): I’m sorry Buffy. I know this is hard on both of you.

Buffy nods and he sits beside her and looks down at his son.

Angel (w): I think he missed his mommy too.

Buffy (w): And his daddy.

She looks into his eyes.

Buffy (w): I just keep thinking what the doctor told us.

Angel (w): Me too. But he knows Cordy.

Buffy (w): But I’m his……

Her voice cuts off as she see Cordy approach.

Buffy (w): Morning.

Cordy just stands there looking at them.

Cordy: Angel, do you want to tell me something?

Angel looks at her confused.

Angel: No. Not that I know of.

Buffy: I hope we didn’t wake you. We couldn’t stand being away from Connor any longer.

Cordy: Well he was pretty fussy last night.

Buffy looks at Angel knowingly.

Buffy: Angel, why don’t you make us some coffee.

Cordy sits on one of the stools and looks at the peaceful infant.

Cordy: He seems happy now.

Buffy: Yeah.

Cordy: Maybe he just missed his daddy .

Buffy nods.

Cordy: And his mommy?

Buffy’s head pops up and looks at Angel’s back. He slowly turns around and looks at Cordy.

Angel: You heard us?

Cordy: Yes. Were you going to tell me?

Angel: Yes. We had decided last night to tell everyone later today.

Cordy: So he is going to call Buffy, mommy?

Angel: Yes and as far as anyone outside knows she is his mom.

Cordy: What does that mean?

Angel: It means all the paperwork will list her as his mother. We already said so at the doctor’s office.

Cordy: Buffy Angel?

Angel: No Buffy Summers, Angel O’Hara, and Conner O’Hara.

Cordy: O’Hara?

Angel: Yes.

He turns back to the coffee maker.

Cordy: Why O’Hara?

Buffy: Cause it is his name or well was.

Cordy: You mean before he was turned?

Buffy: Yes, I figured you knew. I thought we all did.

Cordy: No. No one ever said.

Buffy: Hmm. Sorry.

Cordy: Well maybe you can help me convince him to take this boy to get circumcised.

Buffy: What? No, I don’t think so.

Cordy: Come on Buffy. It has to be done.

Angel: No it doesn’t.

Cordy: It ain’t going to hurt him and you have to think about his future. Be realistic.

Buffy: And how do you see this affecting his future.

Cordy: Please. First he will be different from the other boys but more importantly, no woman will like it.

Buffy: First off not every male is the same and second of all plenty of woman like a natural male.

Cordy: Not any I know.

Buffy: You know me.

Angel sets down three mugs of coffee and brushes a kiss over the top of her head. Buffy looks at the sleeping infant.

Cordy: You?

Buffy: Like father, like son.

Cordy stares at Angel who grapples to change the subject.

Angel: So anyone want breakfast?

Buffy: No, lets just take our coffee and our son upstairs. Cordy looks like she could use a little more sleep.

Angel picks up the mugs and follows her.

Late Afternoon

Summer’s House

Buffy and Angel come down the stairs.

Buffy: Thanks for watching Conner. You can get us at the Magic Box if you need us.

Cordy: We will be fine. Go have fun beating each other to a pulp

Buffy: Thanks, uh I think.

Wes: Uh, how long will you be?

Buffy: About an hour or two, I guess. Dawn and Willow should be back from the movies by then too. We’ll bring home dinner.

Wes: What do you say we take the little one for a stroll while the sun is up?

Angel: That might be nice. With the bond, Buffy can’t even take him out of the yard during the day.

Buffy: Well get your blanket?

Angel: Let’s go.

Cordy and Wes watch them leave. Wes begins picking up Conner’s things and begins packing his bag.

Cordy: He won’t need all that for a simple stroll.

Wes: You never know.

As he finishes packing the bag he looks sadly at Cordy sitting on the sofa.

Wes: Sorry.

She looks at him confused for a second before his fist connects with her face rendering her unconscious.

Wes: I hope you can forgive me someday.

He places Conner in the car seat and straps him in and takes it and the bag out to his car. He straps the car seat in and places the bag on the backseat. He looks around cautiously and closes the door. As he moves to unlock the driver’s door he feels the knife at his throat.

Justine: Going somewhere?

Wes: I am taking him away. That is what you want? Right?

Holtz: Not quite.

Justine runs the blade over his throat and tosses him amongst the bushes. She reaches down and picks up the keys and they climb in. Wes watches them drive off as he lies gripping his throat. He tries to move toward the door but collapses on the ground.

Darkness falls.

The large black car pulls into the drive of the quiet dark house. Buffy climbs out of the passenger seat with a bucket of chicken and heads for the front door.

Angel: Stop.

She turns and looks at him.

Angel: I smell blood………….a lot of it.

He moves to the bushes and see Wes’s pale face lying in the pool of crimson.

Angel: Ambulance now!

Buffy tears into the house and grabs the phone. As she punches in the three numbers her eyes fall on Cordy and the empty bassinet. A scream bellows from her mouth. Willow and Dawn run in the door as she falls to her knees. Willow grabs the phone and Dawn heads to Cordy. As Willow talks to the 911 operator, Cordy comes to. Buffy gets up and grabs her.

Buffy: Who did this? WHO!!!!!

Cordy’s eyes fill with terror.

Cordy: Wes. Wes took him.

Buffy: How long?

Cordy: Right after you left.

Buffy turns and flies out the door. Dawn looks at Cordy and back at Willow who stands with the phone in her hand as tears stream down her face.

Cordy: Wes won’t hurt him. Now I will kill Wes. But Wes won’t hurt Connor.

She looks at them as the ambulance siren is heard.

Cordy: Oh god …….who?

Dawn: Wes………

Outside

Buffy tears out the front door and grabs Angel’s arm.

Buffy: Leave his ass. Connor is gone.

Angel jumps up and they rush into the car. He squeals tires as he flies down the street.

Angel: Where is Cordy?

Buffy: She is okay. Wes knocked her out.

He looks at her in fear and shock.

Buffy: Where are we going?

Angel: LA.

Buffy: Oh.

He digs out his cell phone and tries to dial and drive. She reaches out and grabs it.

Buffy: Who?

Angel: Kate.

She scrolls down the phone numbers and hits send. She stares at him as they careen down the highway.

Kate: Hello.

Buffy shoves the phone at Angel.

Angel: Kate!

Kate: Uh Angel.

Angel: I need your help.

Kate: Not sure if I can.

Angel: Damn it Kate they took my son.

LA

Holtz stands rocking the baby in his arms watching Justine.

Holtz: Justine, you don’t need it all. We need to be moving.

Justine: Don’t you think I know that.

She looks down at the blood on her hands.

Holtz: We are doing what is right?

Justine nods and continues stuffing clothes and weapons into the bags. Holts looks down at Connor.

Holtz: Hello, son. I'm you're father. And that strong lady with the black eye is your mother. Your name is Steven Franklin Thomas. And you're going to grow up with me on a little ranch in the middle of nowhere. What's it like in Utah?

Justine: It's pretty.

Holtz: Let's go.

She grabs the bags and runs out to the car. She packs the bags in and helps him strap in the baby. They climb in and move away from the house. They drive off, only to have a Humvee follow them.

Angel careens into the city. He glances over at the woman beside him. Tears stream down her cheeks but a determined look causes her chin to jut out.

Angel: We will find him.

Buffy: Damn right we will. No one but no one messes with my son.

The phone rings and Angel grabs it.

Angel: Hello.

Kate: They were seen approaching the sixth street bridge.

Angel: Thanks.

He grabs the wheel and barrels down the road.

Holtz looks behind them.

Holtz: They are still following us.

Justine: Who the hell are they?

Holtz: I don’t know.

She suddenly slams on brakes as a second Humvee cuts them off. The car turns off the road, but is quickly blocked in by more Hum-vees.

Holtz gets Connor out of the back.

As they climb out of the car, the black car skids to a stop. Angel and Buffy jump out and charge at the car. Justine tackles Angel only to get thrown aside.

Holtz: Come any closer and I'll snap his neck!

Angel comes to a dead stop. Buffy stops beside him.

All around them commandos are jumping out of their vehicles, cocking their machine guns.

Holtz: Who are they?

Lilah: They work for me.

Holtz: Ah. The attorney.

Lilah: Yes. You are gonna give us the kid, Captain Holtz.

Angel: Don't!

Lilah: That's cute. You'd rather see the fanatic with the baby than us? Those are automatic weapons pointed at you. They didn't have them in your time. They fire sixteen bullets per second.

Angel: And if they were going to use them they would have already. They want the baby alive.

Holtz: Something we all have in common.

The air shivers and Shajhain appears.

Shajhain: Not all of us. (To Lilah) You do not want the child alive. You want the child dead. That was our arrangement.

Lilah: Shajhain. I'm a lawyer. Have you met me? We have a new arrangement. I'm keeping the baby.

Shajhain: You can't do that!

Lilah: Ignore the loud mouth with the bad skin. He's impotent in this dimension.

Holtz: We're leaving.

Lilah: No one's going anywhere.

One of the commandos steps closer, and Angel knock him down, taking the weapon away from him and turning it on Lilah.

Lilah: Don't shoot.

Angel: Yeah. You really don't want to. Your bullets won't kill me. But mine will kill you and her first.

Angel looks over at Holtz and Connor.

Holtz: He'll be dead before I hit the ground.

Angel: I know.

Holtz: So. I'm going to leave now, right? With me, he gets to live, anyone tries to take him, he dies.

Angel: Take him.

Buffy: Noooo!!

Shajhain: Whoa! No! What is wrong of you people?

Holtz: I will take good care of him, as though he were my own son. He'll never even know you existed. Don't come after me. You will though, won't you? Maybe I should just.

Angel: No. Please.

Buffy moves forward.

Holtz: Not one more step.

She stops and Justine looks from Holtz' hand moving closer to Connor's neck to Angel and Buffy and back.

Angel: Take him.

Shajhain, raising his hands: Lekko najine forkahdio!

There is a big explosion with bright sparks and a vortex opens in the air over Holtz and Conner.

Shajhain: Impotent huh?

Angel: No!

Buffy: Please.

Shajhain: Too late little girl.

The commandos and Angel stand there with the weapons aimed at each other. Holtz smiles at Justine as the vortex surrounds him and the baby. Then he and Connor are gone. Buffy collapses to the ground.

Justine: Daniel! Daniel!

Angel: No! NO!

Angel runs forward, but is thrown back by a lighting bolt as the vortex closes.. Angel flies backward, landing with a hard thud and rolls to look back at the empty spot. Both Justine and Angel are lying on the ground staring at nothing.

Shajhain: My business is done. All right then. Have a good summer.

With that Shajhain disappears into thin air.

Lilah: Hmph! Well, I'm looking at a mountain of paperwork.

Turns to go.

Justine gets up and stumbles towards Wes' car.

Commander: Should we do something about…..

Lilah, looking back at Angel: Yes, we should. We should let him suffer.

Angel rolls over onto all fours and looks around him. He sees Justine drive off in Wes' car and then looks at Buffy. Her eyes look vacantly at nothing.