Part 14

By the time that Meghan’s first birthday came around, Buffy was an extraordinarily occupied woman. She had an energetic one year-old, a rather pronounced baby-bump (due to her diminutive physique) and spent continuous hours pondering – but not daring to mention – what her mother had told her months earlier. Part of her knew that she was being pusillanimous by keeping it all to herself and not confronting Angelus with what she had been told, but she was to some extent contented and petrified that in the end it would all blow up in her face.

She had also had an additional concern to deal with… Darla was back in town and had made her presence known. Since the malevolent bitch had been missing for so long, Buffy had more or less forgotten that she even existed; regrettably it seemed that she had not forgotten Buffy. The encounter occurred while out shopping with Willow. The twosome had just spent up substantially at ‘Orgasmique’ the most recent and most up-to-the-minute lingerie place in Sunnydale and were headed to a nearby café for Buffy to sit down and rest and Willow to sneak in some espresso – having been banned from the stuff by Lindsey a week earlier after she had a caffeine meltdown.

They were in line waiting to order when she approached them, spinning Buffy around to face her and gaining a kick in the teeth. It seemed that even though Darla had known about their first child, she’d had no idea that there was a second one on the way. Buffy had never tried to hide her pregnancy, after all she was married and everyone who mattered to her or to Angelus all ready knew about it anyway. So she stood there resplendently pregnant facing a seething immoral witch who would have liked nothing more than to wipe her from existence.

“Oh, you conniving little bitch…”

Buffy rolled her eyes and answered acerbically at her one-time stalker. “Darla… how wonderful it is to see you. Nice to know the rumours weren’t true and that you still are alive after all.”

“You think you are *so* clever, trapping him with another unwanted bastard…”

Buffy’s green stare froze over and she practically snarled at the woman, “Mind what you say, whore. Unlike you my children are loved, wanted and completely legitimate. Why don’t you just fuck off and go back to hell where you belong.”

Neither woman had observed that good old Willow had used her cell phone to call Angelus and let him know who was back and what was going on at that moment. Which meant by the time Buffy had completed snarling for the moment, Willow was standing by to hand the phone over to Darla.

“Angelus wants to speak to you,” Willow told her, handing her over the phone.

It took fewer than thirty seconds for Darla’s countenance to go from an expression of self-satisfaction at the phone call to one of trepidation and consternation at whatever Angelus had said to her. She scarcely stopped to pitch the phone back at Willow before she ran from the café and out of the sight of the duo.

Needless to say they did not stop for a chat, but went straight back to the mansion where both Angelus and Lindsey were waiting for them. Their friends left them alone and Angelus spent the afternoon comforting and assuring her that Darla would no longer be a threat to them or their children, no matter what it took.

Since he had made her that guarantee, things had been running effortlessly, there were a few times she could have very nearly sworn that she caught sight of the skanky blonde head of her antagonist but she was never sure. So as an alternative to fretting over her enthusiastic imagination she found herself a new endeavour – planning a party for Meghan.

With the help of her two able-bodied assistants – who also went by the names of Dawn and Kathy – they spent every additional minute they could on the undertaking, not a straightforward mission when the younger girls also had homework, friends and extra-curricular activities to deal with.  Nevertheless between the three of them most of the preparations had been completed and everything was coming along quite satisfactorily.

Before she knew it, it was the night previous to the party and she lay in bed mentally going over everything that she needed to have organized for the party to run smoothly. She would much rather have been doing something – or rather someone – else, but Angelus was still downstairs in his home office working so that he would have the next day free.

Heaving a sigh she grabbed her robe from the floor where she had tossed it previously and headed down the stairs to check on Angelus and perhaps convince him to come up to bed. Within moments she was standing in his wide open doorway, watching him ineffectively endeavour to suppress a yawn.

“Angelus… come to bed,” she said entering the room.

He looked up at her and their eyes met fleetingly and she saw that the way they for a moment clouded over with desire, before he suppressed it. “I have to finish this,” he told her stubbornly.

She stalked over to him and stared him down, “In the morning.”

“The party…”

“Don’t worry; you’ll have plenty of time.”

As he shut down his computer and put his belongings away, she came to a pronouncement. He just looked so desirable there and she could not help herself… When he went to stand up, she pushed him back down into his leather chair, discarded her robe and climbed onto his lap.

“Buffy… What are you doing?”

“If you don’t know that, it does make me wonder how I got into this condition…”

She kissed him impatiently, penetrating the depths of his mouth so passionately that she thought that it might be over instantaneously, but somehow she managed to regain some self-control. By the time Angelus took his mouth away from hers and began concentrate on lavishing her neck, she buried her face is his dark hair breathing in the inimitable smell of him before turning her head ever-so slightly to nip at his ear.

As he slid his hands down her backside, she sighed in satisfaction at the feel of his fingertips roaming her, a sensation so enjoyable that she felt like it should be a prohibited gratification. She worked diligently at freeing his buttons of his shirt so that she could achieve access to his chest, in the end tearing at the material when the buttons would not budge quickly enough. He responded by pulling her satin gown up over her head, baring her body – ripe with his child – to his gaze.

 He unremitting to kiss her frantically, as he fondled her responsive breasts and Buffy allowed herself to be taken under his unquestionable influence, her head lolling back in rapture as he took each of her nipples between his lips and sucked at them until they were hard. When he moved back to kiss her once again, she felt the instantly recognizable rigidity of Angelus' erection and she pressed her pelvis forcefully against it, rubbing herself on him.

Finally Angelus' could stand it no longer and impetuous to be inside her again, he simply freed his erection from within his dress pants. Then his fingers sought out the warmth that was hidden between her legs and he carefully slipped one inside and she felt her clitoris engorge to attention as Angelus worked it with the palm of his hand, while his fingers concurrently stroked her welcoming wetness.

Buffy felt a loss as he unexpectedly removed his hand, only to gasp in astonishment as his broad, stiff shaft nudged at the lips of her vagina. She drew her breath blissfully as Angelus surged forward into her warmth. She closed her eyes as he began to move unhurriedly within her, driving her crazy. It wasn't long however before the power of Angelus' own arousal took control of the cadence and the speediness of his thrusts was augmented.

Buffy started to come before too long and she felt her vagina began to pulsate and contract with the rhythm of elation, she felt her husband’s penis swell to fill her completely. Her orgasm shot through her body like electricity, igniting each nerve in her body until she felt like she'd fall apart if she didn't hold on tightly to him. Angelus roared his approval, pressing his pelvis against her own, as his orgasm jerked out of his body and into hers.

Later Angelus lay in the dark, his arm curled possessively around his wife and his hand resting over her swelling abdomen where his unanticipated, but exceedingly much wanted second child slumbered. He could scarcely believe just how aggressive Buffy had been that night, firstly in his office and then again when they reached their bedroom.

It was a aspect of his wife that he had under no circumstances seen and he had to acknowledge that he was partial to it. Buffy had for the most part had always been satisfied to let him initiate their lovemaking and even though he was not certain what had transformed, he was intent on enjoying the new state of affairs while it lasted.

Lying next to her, naked, skin against skin he felt himself rouse once more and fought to restrain his desire to wake Buffy up and take her again. As an alternative he turned his thoughts to more disagreeable matters, like how he was ever going to be able to hold on to the miracles in his life – his wife and children. It was not like he could keep Buffy barefoot and pregnant for the next two decades so she couldn’t leave him. Was this second child a sign? Should he just give in and tell her of his feelings?

The world was as at all times a perplexing place and his exaggeratedly complicated life did not make it any less so. It was times like these when he thought that he should have listened to Lindsey. This agreement was his most injudicious scheme to date. He should have asked her out years ago – courted her – given them the chance to have a conventional relationship.

No, deep down he knew that that it would never have worked between them, they were both just too obstinate for conventional. It would have ended in catastrophe and he would have been left alone without her. At least this way when she inevitably left him he would in spite of everything have a connection to her through their children.

Maybe he could pursue her now? Make her fall in love with him. Make her stay. After all they were married, had children and a life… Plus she had already in a way divulged that she had certain feelings for him and she was attracted to him, as the night’s earlier escapades had shown. Was it too much to hope for?

She broke into his reverie by rolling over in his arms, closer to him, face more or less to face. For a split second he stared into her slumbering face and knew that no matter what he was not about to let her go. She was his love, his life and his soul. Giving into the uncontrollable enticement that she represented, he kissed her awake and set about without a sound showing her his true feelings.

The party was apparently successful, or so she assumed since there had been no complaints – even her mother had been impressed with the effort. It was a small unceremonious gathering with just the relations and close friends invited. She stood back and expressed amusement as she watched Angelus, Dawn and Kathy assist Meghan to open her gifts – followed closely by them all itching to play with the toys while the birthday girl was more interested in the wrapping paper.

“You look exhausted!” Willow told her as she approached holding her slice of birthday cake.

Buffy smiled at her friend, “Well, I worked really hard on the party…”

“And?”

“Angelus kept me up most of the night,” she admitted, patting her ever growing belly.

Willow sighed around her mouthful of birthday cake, “I wish Lindsey would keep me up all night. One time and he’s out like a light.”

“Well… he has a stressful job.”

“I suppose his clients would be a challenge and wearisome …”

Buffy smirked, “I meant working with Harmony. It would be enough to exhaust anyone with an IQ of more than five.”

Willow laughed, “Good point.”

“So… how are things going?”

“Good,” Willow replied smiling. “He’s – uh – moving in tomorrow.”

Buffy smiled, “That was quick work.”

“Quick? We’ve been together a year. The day you had my favourite kid over there, we – uh…”

“Really? Willow, you little slut.”

“I know… so unlike me. But we just clicked and I hadn’t had that sort of connection with anyone since Oz…”

Buffy patted her friend’s arm, “You don’t have to explain it to me. I’m just glad you’re happy.”

“Are you?”

“I’m not… unhappy.”

“That’s not an answer,” Willow said staring intently at her.

“I know, but it’s all I’ve got right now.”

End Part