Bonded

Chapter Eighteen

 

Angel feels beside him. His hand slides over the empty sheets. Rolling over he opens his eyes. He quickly focuses on the woman rocking the young child.

Buffy: Morning.

Angel: He okay?

Buffy: Fine.

He glances at the clock and back to her.

Angel: Why didn’t you wake me?

Buffy: I could handle it.

Angel: Is he asleep?

Buffy: Uh huh, he just nodded off.

Angel: We have a couple hours before the appointment.

Buffy: And?

Angel: You put him to bed and maybe we can fill the time.

She smiles and places the child in the crib. She sashays over to the side of the bed and looks down on him.

Buffy: What do you have in mind?

Angel pulls back the covers to reveal his nude body and obvious arousal.

Buffy: You have a one track mind.

Angel: We have a lot of time to make up for.

Buffy: I guess we do.

She lifts her leg and swings it over his hip. Her robe parts to reveal her naked form. She rocks her hips and her damp lips caress his throbbing manhood. He moans softly and wraps his hand around her head and guides her mouth to his. As his tongue seeks access, she lifts her pelvis and guides him into her steamy channel. As their hips languidly begin rocking in tandem their hands and lips seek out every expanse of naked flesh they can reach. Their moans mingle in a low harmony of lust.

The ebb and flow of sensations slowly builds until they both are consumed in pleasure. Buffy collapses on his chest and he slowly rubs her back.

Angel: God, I love you.

Buffy tips her head up and looks at him.

Buffy: You better.

 

Later

They stand in the sterile room. Buffy stares at the little rocking horses and spinning tops covering the walls. Angel stands bouncing Conner in his arms.

Buffy: I always hate these places.

Angel: I know, but we need to make sure he is okay.

Buffy: Getting that.

Angel: I wish I could just say go home and I’ll handle it.

Buffy: Not on your life. Well uh unlife.

They both turn as the doctor enters.

Doctor: Hello.

Buffy: Hey doc, what’s the verdict?

Doctor: Well I am amazed at his sudden growth spurt.

Buffy: But he’s healthy right?

Doctor: Well because of the above normal growth, I wanted a whole workup.

Buffy: Just say it.

Doctor: Almost everything is normal except his liver function.

Buffy: Oh God.

Doctor: It might mean nothing. There is just an elevation in the Bilirubin in his bloodstream.

Buffy: And that is not good.

Doctor: No it isn’t. It means his liver is not functioning properly.

Angel stands listening holding his son close.

Doctor: We need to do more extensive test to determine the extent of the problem. I have made arrangements for a complete screening at UCLA Hospital in the morning.

Buffy: LA?

Doctor: Yes. You will need to be their at 6AM. My receptionist can help you make reservations at a hotel near by.

Angel: No, we have an apartment in LA. How serious is this?

Doctor: I’m not sure. That is why we need the test.

Buffy: He can’t die.

Doctor: I must be honest. It can be life threatening if not corrected. But we won’t know everything until after the tests.

Buffy can not hold back the tears as she moves over to Angel. They both wrap the small child in their arms.

Doctor: While you get the little one dressed, I’ll get the paperwork you will need to give to the hospital.

He walks out of the exam room. Angel sets Connor on the exam table and begins slipping on his shirt and overalls.

Buffy: This is not happening. It’s not. This is just a bad dream. I will wake up and it will not be real.

She looks up into Angel’s haunted eyes. He leans down and brushes his cool lips over her forehead.

Angel: It will be okay.

Buffy: No it won’t. You should never have come back. You and Connor are getting sucked into the giant hex that is my life.

Angel: You are not hexed.

The doctor walks back in.

Doctor: Here you go. Do you have any more questions?

Buffy looks down at the papers in her hand.

Buffy: What are the possibilities we are facing?

Doctor: Won’t know for sure until we run the test but it could be as minor as a slight dysfunction which is not unheard of in infants or it could be a more severe liver failure.

Buffy: And the treatment?

Doctor: Depends on what they find. There are too many possibilities.

Angel: Buffy.

Buffy looks over at them.

Buffy: I know.

Angel: Let’s take him home and get packed for LA.

Buffy grabs the diaper bag and walks out followed by Angel.

 

 

Later at home

Buffy sits on the sofa cradling Connor while he drinks a bottle. Angel hangs up the phone.

Angel: Fred says the apartment will be ready.

Dawn walks in and sits beside Buffy. She takes Connor’s hand.

Dawn: He don’t look sick.

Buffy: I know.

Dawn: Maybe the test was wrong. Maybe you will get up there and it will be for nothing.

Buffy: I hope so.

Dawn: But if it is wrong, I will so call that doctor cause it is so not right.

Buffy: I won’t care as long as he is okay.

Dawn: Oh well yeah I guess.

Angel: Buffy, you ready?

Buffy: Uh huh. He’s changed and fed.

Angel: Well let’s go ahead and go.

Buffy stands up and reaches for the diaper bag. Angel shoulders their satchels and they walk out into early evening.

Willow: Call as soon as you know anything.

Buffy: You know I will.

 

Later

Buffy and Angel step into the lobby of the hotel and almost collide with Fred and Gunn.

Fred: Well hey there.

Buffy: Hi. You going out?

Fred: We’re heading to the movies.

Angel: Oh. And Cordelia?

Gunn: Haven’t seen her. Guess she’ll call if the PTB send her a vision-o-gram.

Angel: Probably. You two have a good time.

Fred: Bye.

After they leave, Angel locks the door and then follows Buffy and Connor up the stairs. They enter the apartment and look around.

Buffy: Looks like they have really been working hard in here. I seems almost done.

Angel: It does. Here let me take him.

Buffy: He needs a bath before bed..

Angel: I can handle it. Why don’t you put away the food?

Buffy: Kay.

She begins unloading the small supply of groceries and blood before joining Angel in the bathroom.

Buffy: Does he seem sick to you?

Angel: No. But I’m no doctor.

Buffy: I guess we should be glad we took him for a check up.

Angel: Yes.

Buffy takes the squirmy wet baby, while Angel cleans up the bathroom.

 

 

Later

Connor is sleeping peacefully in his crib and Angel lies in bed reading. He hears the bathroom door open and the enticing fragrance tickles his nose. He turns his head to see her standing with her arm stretched up the doorframe looking at him lustily.

Angel licks his lips in anticipation. She pivots off the frame and stalks toward the bed. His black silk shirt skims above her knees and sways with her suggestive movements. She tosses back the covers and takes in his nude form begging for attention.

Buffy: Can you smell it?

Angel: Uh huh.

She crawls across the bed and he grabs her head forcing her lips to his. Her hand scraps across his chest and snakes downward. His hands grip her hips tightly and she is suddenly propelled upward. She reaches out and grips the headboard to stable herself. She moans as she feels is tongue caress her clit before he presses her dripping flesh against his mouth. Her body shivers from the amazing sensations.

Buffy: Ohhhhh…….oh gawd, yeeeeeeeessssssss.

 

Downstairs

The lone figure crosses the lobby and looks anxiously around as sounds emanate from above. Moving to the large weapons cabinet, a small axe is procured. Followed by a slow ascent up the stairs toward the source of the noises.

 

In the bedroom

Buffy holds on to the headboard with both hands and presses her mouth against her upper arm to muffle her squeals as he continues to plunder her nether regions with his fingers and tongue. Her eyes threaten to roll back in her head as another massive orgasm wracks her body.

Neither of them hear the approach of the axe welding figure.

As the mixture of blood and juices flood his mouth, his cock twitches hard and shoots a stream across his chest and onto the back of Buffy’s thigh. They both jerk around as the clatter of the axe hitting the floor fills the room. Buffy leaps off the bed onto her still wobbly legs and darts into the sitting room and grabs the voyeur.

Cordelia: I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were here. I thought it was an intruder.

Buffy: It’s okay.

Angel exit’s the bedroom dressed in his silk pajama bottoms. Cordelia looks at him oddly and Buffy reaches up and wipes a smear of blood off his cheek.

Buffy: You missed some.

Angel looks uncomfortably at Cordelia.

Cordelia: Uh, I will go. I’m sorry. I well…. just go back to what it was you were doing.

Buffy: Cordelia, is something wrong?

Cordelia: No.

Buffy: You seem nervous.

Cordelia: Nervous. No. I just walked into something I want to go home and forget.

Buffy: Oh.

As Cordelia steps into the hall, Buffy grabs Angel by his waist band and uses his body to shove the door closed.

Buffy: My turn.

She drops to her knees and yanks his pants down to his ankles. Outside the door Cordelia jumps at the loud thump of the door closing. She pauses as she hears Angel’s throaty moan from just beyond. She can not pull herself away as she once again begins to imagine herself as the cause of his pleasure. She listens rooted to the spot as he becomes more audible. Her fantasy escalates as she closes her eyes and imagines his face expressing his enjoyment.

Buffy’s hand roams over his hip and thigh and her other hand and mouth play homage to his throbbing erection. She presses against his knee, urging it over slightly. She continues to suck and tug at his swollen manhood as she snakes her hand first between her legs and then his. He squeals in delight as her finger thrusts into his tight bottom. Buffy glances up at him to see his eyes nearly closed in complete submission.

Buffy: You like my finger in you like this?

Angel: Gawd yes.

Buffy: More than the sucking?

Angel: No. Love the sucking.

Buffy: What about two fingers?

He grabs her head in his hands as she doubles the invasion.

Angel: Oh baby.

Cordelia is struck numb as she listens to the heated exchange. But is unable to drag herself away. Her conscious argues within her but she stays put.

Angel: Bu……fffffyyyy. Oh ….stop baby. Please before I………..

Buffy pulls her mouth back just long enough to respond.

Buffy: I want you to.

He uses his hands and tugs her head upward. She lets him guide her away from her brazen assault. His tongue shoves its way deep into her mouth as his hands tug the shirt up. She pulls her head back just long enough for him to lift the shirt over and toss it away. He twist them around and she is now the one pressed against he door.

Outside Cordelia listens intently trying to discern the interaction.

Angel begins his slow descent from her lips to her neck to her breast. He roughly suckles the hard rosy peak as his hands maul the sensitive globes.

Buffy: Angel?

Angel looks up at her lust filled eyes.

Buffy: There is baby oil in the diaper bag.

He looks at her in surprise and she nods in encouragement. He smiles as he straightens up and flips her around. He presses her breasts against the wooden door.

Angel: Don’t move.

He darts over to the bag and back with vampiric speed.

Angel: You sure?

Buffy: Make me feel good like the other night.

Angel: Oh, I will. But you have to stay relaxed.

She tries to go limp as he begins to caress her anus with his oily fingers. She tenses as he begins to press his finger in.

Angel: Relax, baby.

Buffy forces her muscles to relax and his finger thrust in and out of her tight passage. She begins to rock to meet his invasion.

Angel: Want to try two?

Buffy: Uh huh.

He wraps his arm around her waist and supports her lax form as his second digit joins the first.

Buffy: Ohhh.

Angel: Does it hurt?

Buffy: For a second.

He begins kissing her neck and slides his hand from her waist to her sopping curls. His finger finds her swollen bud and begins to tease it. She is so enthralled, she barely registers his third finger entering.

Cordelia begins to leave as she hears Buffy whine in frustration. She stops and again listens.

Buffy: What?

Angel: Relax.

Buffy groans as she feels the slippery head pressed against her bottom. He slowly forces his way in. His finger continuing to entice her sensitive clit. He presses forward and then sighs. He begins to slowly thrust in and out. Buffy tips her head back and notices him looking down.

Buffy: Hey.

Angel looks up and softly kisses her lips before looking back down.

Angel: This is so erotic.

Buffy: You in my ass.

Angel: Hell yes. I just disappear into that tight little ass.

Cordelia takes off at his vulgar words. She drops down onto the bottom step in the lobby and begins crying. That is where she is when Fred and Gunn return five minutes later.

Fred: Cordelia, what‘s wrong? Did something happen? Is it Connor? Is he worse?

Cordelia looks up as she tries to wipe away her tears with her hands

Cordelia: Connor? Connor’s not sick.

Fred: Yes he is. That is why they’re here. For tests on his liver.

Cordelia: Oh. I………..They never said. I never asked. I just wanted to get out of there. Why didn’t I leave?

She burst into a new stream of tears.

Fred: What is it? Can I help?

Cordy shakes her head.

Fred reaches out and takes her arm.

Fred: Lets go to my room. I have a coffee maker. Time for girl talk.

Fred tips her head to Gunn and he slips away as Fred guides Cordy up the stairs and into her room. Cordy sits on the bed as Fred begins fussing with the coffee. Fred looks over at her as Cordelia fiddles with the fringe on the afghan across the foot of the bed.

Fred: I may not know lots of things and all but I am a good listener. But if you would rather talk to Angel, I can get him.

Cordy almost yells.

Cordy: No!

Fred hands her a cup of coffee and sits down on the bed up against the headboard. Cordelia swings her legs up and sits indian style facing Fred. Cordy clasp the cup in both hands and looks down into it.

Fred: Two sugars, extra cream. Just the way you like it.

Cordy: Thanks.

She lifts the cup and takes a sip.

Fred: So you going to tell me what happened.

Cordy: Nothing.

Fred: Come on. You know you can talk to me. Heck I have bent your ear on more than one occasion. And well I would so love to you know return the favor. I mean well we are the only girls here. Well if you don’t count Buffy of course. But I don’t see her and you having the big share thing going. Well seeing as you both have a hankering for…oh that is it. You are upset that he’s with Buffy. Now why did I not see this before. Oh Cordy, come…

Cordy: I am not jealous of her. Don’t you think that.

Fred: Okay. I was just saying.

Cordy: Damn it. Don’t you get it. It is not that he is with her. It is that I could never have been.

Fred: Well not with the curse and all but

Cordy: It is not about the curse. It is about him. Or maybe it is me. I can’t believe I am saying this. But I could never………..

Fred: Never what?

Cordy: Make him happy.

Fred: Cause of the curse?

Cordy: No. Not the curse. After what I saw…….

Fred: What did you see?

Cordy: I walked in on them.

She takes another swig of coffee.

Cordy: Well this is a first.

Fred: What?

Cordy: Me afraid to say something.

Fred: I won’t talk, you know that.

Cordy: I know.

Fred sits quietly watching Cordy drink her coffee.

Cordelia: I walked in on them having sex. Well not actually sex. More like her sitting on his face.

Fred: Oh.

Cordelia: And they were both enjoying it……a lot. He well, he came when she did. I was so shocked I literally dropped my axe.

Fred: Axe?

Cordelia: I heard noises. Didn’t expect my own porno show.

Fred: Oh. But you left, right?

Cordelia: I tried, but miss slayer caught me.

Fred: Yikes.

Cordelia: I know. I told her it was an accident.

Fred: She believe ya?

Cordelia: Yes.

Fred: Then no harm. So why so upset?

Cordelia: Well before I could leave, Angel came up.

Fred: And he was mad?

Cordelia: No but he had blood on his face.

Fred: Really? Well that makes sense.

Cordelia: You think it is okay for him to bite her?

Fred: Bite her? Did he bite her? I thought you meant it was her cycle time.

Cordelia’s eyes get huge.

Cordelia: Oh that is sick. Sicker than sick.

Fred: Not to him.

Cordelia looks back down into her cup and tears form.

Cordelia: That is what I mean. I could never make him happy. I could never…..

Fred: Accept him completely?

Cordelia: No.

Fred: Well maybe it is good he never will know.

Cordelia: I guess.

Fred: You still love him?

Cordelia: I do. But it would never have worked. Kinda glad I know.

Fred: Makes it easier to let go.

Cordelia: Yes. But I have to tell ya, that man would put a Clydesdale to shame.