{"id":2927,"date":"2015-06-28T21:50:13","date_gmt":"2015-06-28T20:50:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/?p=2927"},"modified":"2015-06-28T22:24:23","modified_gmt":"2015-06-28T21:24:23","slug":"baby-im-back-11","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/index.php\/2015\/06\/28\/baby-im-back-11\/","title":{"rendered":"Baby I&#8217;m Back. 11"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;What?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;The others? Why didn&#8217;t they return with Spike?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Because I sent them into hiding. Don&#8217;t look at me like that. I didn&#8217;t know what to expect. You disappeared.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;They just left you here? Alone?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;I wasn&#8217;t alone. I had Spike.&#8221; She pulled him with her as she sat on the edge of the bed. &#8220;They didn&#8217;t want to leave. Wes pretty much had to be dragged out, kicking and screaming. I reminded Gunn that Fred was the one he needed to protect. I think Lorne may be tired of getting knocked out.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">She squeezed his hand. &#8220;They left because I needed them safe.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;And you didn&#8217;t want to be responsible for anything happening to them.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;I promised Wes that either Spike or I would stay with you at all times. You hadn&#8217;t slept because you were watching me all night. I thought you&#8217;d be asleep for hours. I wasn&#8217;t gone for very long.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Angel pulled her into his lap. &#8220;Not having you beside me woke me up.&#8221; He cupped her cheek. &#8220;I put you through so much. I&#8217;m sorry.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;I have my best friend, my champion and my lover back. What more can a girl ask for?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;A husband?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Mmmm I like the sound of that.&#8221; She kissed his cheek. &#8220;Well there is one thing I could ask for.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Anything&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Let Dennis move in?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">He scowled at her grinning face. &#8220;Fine. Your pervert ghost can move in, but I think it&#8217;s totally unfair of you to use my guilt against me like this.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;You&#8217;re right. I feel terrible about it.&#8221; She shrugged. &#8220;But I&#8217;ll get over it. I&#8217;ll ask Spike to call Willow. I know she was close to figuring it out before&#8230;everything happened.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Why don&#8217;t you want to call her? She didn&#8217;t say anything to you, did she?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;No. She even called a few times to see how I was holding up. I just..she lives with..I&#8217;d rather not..Willow and Rupert were both supportive.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Giles called?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Yeah. He offered to fly in from England but I told him it was probably a bad idea. I didn&#8217;t think it would be safe for him to be near me.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;You got that right. I mean now that I have my soul..I wouldn&#8217;t..but there&#8217;s no reason for him to come here now.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Angel&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Unless you want him to come for a visit.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;There&#8217;s my sweet manpire. Right now I think we should focus on our family. You didn&#8217;t do any taunting or play any mind games so there shouldn&#8217;t be any problems with welcoming you back. The lawyers were the ones that did the real damage.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Cor, I..&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;We are not going to start the blame game again nor will I allow you to apologize for what you did to protect me. I wish things hadn&#8217;t..gone like they did but Lilah is responsible for the choices she made. We need to put this behind us, all of us.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">She lifted his chin. &#8220;Unless you need to talk about it. I don&#8217;t know exactly what you had to do to rescue me from Wolfram and Hart and I don&#8217;t know what you did for blood until you reached Africa. I&#8217;m sure the trials were pretty harsh. You probably needed a lot of blood to heal afterward. I want you to know that I&#8217;m here for you if you need to talk about any of it. I don&#8217;t want you to hold it all in. I won&#8217;t judge you. We can take it slow if that&#8217;s what you need.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;I&#8217;ve been here for less than an hour and you&#8217;re already trying to take care of me. I don&#8217;t want you to ignore what you&#8217;ve been through.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;I&#8217;m not. I will deal with my baggage at my own pace. I would like to let myself be happy right now. Is there something wrong with that?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Of course not. I want you to be happy too.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Good. We&#8217;re agreed then and as I&#8217;ve told you many times, taking care of my family makes me happy. I have spent the last two weeks wallowing in self-pity and self-doubt. I&#8217;m ready to focus on someone else now.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;OK. Have you called them yet?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;I was just about to try Wes&#8217;s cell phone. Nobody answered at the apartment.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Whose apartment did you call?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;We leased an apartment as a temporary office. We helped the owner out with a demon problem so he looks the other way while we operate a business out of a residential building.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;An apartment?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Yeah. An office doesn&#8217;t require an invitation. I didn&#8217;t want them to use any of their apartments because&#8230;you could just set the building on fire to force them out. Plus they can live and work out of an apartment.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;That makes sense in a frightening sort of way.&#8221; He tightened his arms around her waist. &#8220;I&#8217;m sorry I made you worry so much. If I had told you I was&#8230;&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Stop. What if&#8217;s are pointless. We are focusing on the good right now. Let me up so I can call our family and tell them you&#8217;re back.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">***<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Summers&#8217;s residence&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Hi Niblet&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Spike!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Yeah. Is big sis around?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;She&#8217;s upstairs. I miss you. How&#8217;s Cordy?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;I miss you too. I need to talk to Buffy.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Is something wrong? Did something happen?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;No and yes. Can you get her for me?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Is Cordy okay? Nobody&#8217;s hurt or dead, are they?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Cordy&#8217;s fine. Now let me talk to Buffy.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;OK. BUFFY! SPIKE&#8217;S ON THE PHONE!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">He winced at the girl&#8217;s lung power. He could hear shuffling.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;What&#8217;s wrong? Did Angelus kill someone?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;No. Everyone&#8217;s fine. I wanted to let you know that there&#8217;s nothing to worry about anymore.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;He&#8217;s dust? Oh god! I knew..&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;No, Luv.&#8221; Spike cleared his throat. &#8220;I have great news. Peaches is back and he&#8217;s all soul-havin&#8217; again.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;What? You guys found a curse that worked? That&#8217;s great! I want to see him. He&#8217;s gotta be broken up about what Cordelia did. I&#8217;m sure he could use a friend right about now.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Slow down, Pet. Take a breath.&#8221; Spike took a deep breath as well. &#8220;We didn&#8217;t curse him. He just returned from Africa.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;I don&#8217;t understand.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Angelus did the same thing I did.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;But why?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Spike took another deep breath. &#8220;For Cordy. He knew it was the only way they could be together.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;I don&#8217;t understand. If he got his soul then Angelus wouldn&#8217;t really get to be with Cordelia. Angel would and why would he think Angel would still want Cordelia after she cheated on him?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;I tried to tell you before. Angel is Angelus.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;That&#8217;s not true.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;I know it&#8217;s hard to accept. The whole thing is complicated and pretty damn confusing.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;How is he?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;He&#8217;s&#8230;Luv, he&#8217;s angry about..&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;I&#8217;m sure he is but don&#8217;t worry. He won&#8217;t hurt Cordelia. He&#8217;s got his soul now. Betrayal isn&#8217;t easy to get over but he&#8217;ll..&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Buffy, he isn&#8217;t angry at Cordy. Angelus got his soul for her.&#8221; He decided to be blunt. &#8220;Angel asked Cordy to marry him and she&#8217;s accepted.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;You mean he&#8217;s already forgiven her? Maybe he doesn&#8217;t remember. It takes a little time for everything to come back.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;There&#8217;s nothing to forgive. Well except for the part where he left without sayin&#8217; anything.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;But she cheated on him with Angelus.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Pet, having a soul doesn&#8217;t mean I&#8217;m no longer Spike. I&#8217;m still a demon but now my soul controls that demon. It&#8217;s the same for Angel. He&#8217;s still Angelus, only now his demon doesn&#8217;t make all his decisions. Cordy didn&#8217;t cheat on Angel. She was with Angelus because he is a part of Angel and she loves Angel completely.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Spike took another deep breath. &#8220;Angel knows how lucky he is to have a woman that loves every part of him and so does Angelus. Angelus chose to accept his soul so he could be what Cordy needs him to be. It&#8217;s hard to explain. Basically Angel can be Angelus because he is Angelus but Angelus can only try to be Angel.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;So you&#8217;re saying that Angel isn&#8217;t mad at Cordelia for sleeping with Angelus?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Exactly. He never dreamed it was possible for her to love that part of him.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;But isn&#8217;t that part..I don&#8217;t know..gone now?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;No. Angelus isn&#8217;t another person. He&#8217;s the demon, the vampire. Angel may have a soul now but he&#8217;s still that same vampire.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;So you&#8217;re saying that he&#8217;s the same vampire who killed Miss Calendar and tortured Giles?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Yes and no. He is the same vampire but not. His soul would never allow him to do those things. Well&#8230;let&#8217;s just say, soul or no soul, it&#8217;s a good thing Rupert stayed in England.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;I don&#8217;t understand. If Angel is Angelus then why did I get sick games and Cordy got&#8230;why didn&#8217;t Angelus love me? Angel loved me.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Angel is Angelus but Angelus is only a part of Angel. Angel&#8217;s soul was very much in love with you. The demon..wasn&#8217;t.&#8221; He could hear her sniffling. &#8220;I&#8217;m sorry, Luv.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;I don&#8217;t know what to think.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Look at it this way. I tried to be the man you needed but I failed because I wasn&#8217;t a man. I was a demon. Loving you, made my demon want to be a man so I got my soul. Angelus went through the same thing.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;I don&#8217;t..&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;I know. The fact that Peaches likes to use two different versions of the same name doesn&#8217;t help.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Wait. You said Angel is angry. If he isn&#8217;t angry at Cordelia then who&#8217;s he mad at?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Oh..um..Luv, he&#8217;s angry about what you said to Cordy while he was in Africa.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;I&#8217;m sure she didn&#8217;t waste any time telling him.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Actually she didn&#8217;t say anything.&#8221; He cleared his throat. &#8220;Angel said something that gave me the impression he knew so I started to defend you. By the time I realized my mistake, it was too late. He demanded to know what happened. I&#8217;m sorry.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;So Cordelia slept with Angelus and he&#8217;s mad at me?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">He shook his head. The slayer still didn&#8217;t understand. &#8220;Yes&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Maybe I should talk to him. I could be there in a couple of hours. He just doesn&#8217;t understand.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Pet, I don&#8217;t&#8230;he asked me..it would be best if you gave him some time to cool off.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;No. We need to clear the air. Once I explain, he&#8217;ll..&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Buffy, he said you&#8217;re not welcome in his home.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;What?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Give him some time. I&#8217;ll talk to him. So much has happened. He just..needs some time. It will give you an opportunity to work out the whole Angel\/Angelus thing.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;I can&#8217;t believe he&#8217;s mad at me.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;It&#8217;ll be okay.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;I have to go.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Buffy&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;I&#8217;ll talk to you later. I need to patrol. I suddenly feel the need to kill something.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Ask yourself this. If Angel isn&#8217;t Angelus, if he isn&#8217;t the vampire who killed Miss Calendar and tortured Giles, then what&#8217;s the point of his mission for redemption? According to your philosophy, he isn&#8217;t guilty of any of Angelus&#8217;s crimes.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Good bye&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">He heard the phone cut off. &#8220;That went well.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">***<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Stop that!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;It&#8217;s my shirt. I&#8217;m just taking it back.&#8221; She slapped his hands away. &#8220;It does look better on you though. Have you been sleeping in my shirts and boxers?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Yes&#8221; She struggled to keep said shirt closed and on her body. &#8220;They&#8217;ll be here soon.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;I want to get some food in you so I asked them to stop and pick up a ham and pineapple pizza from Sal&#8217;s. We have some time.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Are you suggesting we have enough time for a quickie?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;I&#8217;d rather not rush but waiting sounds like torture.&#8221; He gave up on the buttons and slipped a hand under her shirt.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Angel, I want to make love too but our family will be here soon. Spike is downstairs. I&#8217;m sure he&#8217;ll be up here once he&#8217;s finished talking to Buffy. So unless you want an audience, I suggest we wait.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">He rolled onto his back and pulled her against his side. &#8220;Okay but waiting means our family gets five minutes to say &#8216;I&#8217;m so glad you&#8217;re back&#8217; before I kick them out.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;You&#8217;ll do no such thing. We are ALL going to celebrate. We&#8217;ve been through a lot. It&#8217;s time to be happy.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;I&#8217;m trying but you won&#8217;t cooperate. Don&#8217;t forget my demon got to have you but the rest of me is still waiting.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Does that bother you?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">He thought a moment. &#8220;No. I remember every touch, every taste, every wonderful second. I look forward to doing it again and again.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;So you&#8217;re not upset that our first time together was when you were soulless?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;No. Were you worried I would be?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;A little. Most of my decisions were based on assumptions and opinions. I was sure I understood..&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;And then I left?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Yeah. Even though I know why you left now, I can&#8217;t help second-guessing myself.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Well stop. If you hadn&#8217;t been the loving, accepting woman you are, I would still be soulless or dust.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;That&#8217;s true. Okay so sex was of the good.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;I&#8217;d say hell yes to that.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;What about the biting? Are you mad about that?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;What?&#8221; Angel turned and stroked his mark. &#8220;I didn&#8217;t exactly give you a choice.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Not that. My doubts about that disappeared the moment you said you were okay about it. I meant the other bitey sex.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;That was definitely part of the good.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Really? You said you&#8217;re soul would be furious.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;If the situation had been different, I would have.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;You mean if you hadn&#8217;t been in love with me?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;That too but I meant the whole glowy power. You weren&#8217;t really in any danger.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Yeah that really did make a difference. I wasn&#8217;t afraid of you but more importantly, I wasn&#8217;t afraid for our family. I knew I could protect them.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;If you&#8217;d been completely human, I would&#8217;ve been furious with you for endangering yourself.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;So now that you have your soul, will the sex still include biting?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Well&#8230;I don&#8217;t want you..I would hate&#8230;it doesn&#8217;t&#8230;if you..&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;I only ask &#8217;cause you said the marking thing was what your demon wanted. I kinda liked the biting but if you don&#8217;t want to that&#8217;s..&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Are you kidding?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;So that&#8217;s a yes for biting?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;That would be a hell yes but only if you&#8217;re really okay with it. I don&#8217;t want you to do anything you don&#8217;t want to do just for me.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Which part of &#8216;I kinda liked it&#8217; was confusing?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;It&#8217;s the kinda that concerns me.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Well it&#8217;s just..&#8221; She sat up to face him. &#8220;It&#8217;s going to effect my wardrobe.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;I&#8217;m sorry. What?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Cordy opened her shirt enough to reveal the curve of her breast. She smiled when he licked his lips. She pointed to the faded bite mark. &#8220;Not all of my shirts and dresses will cover these.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">His fingers lightly stroked the healed wound. &#8220;I would hate to prevent you from wearing what you want.&#8221; He cupped the once injured breast.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Her breathing grew heavy. &#8220;If you could bite like an inch this way..&#8221; She directed his fingers. &#8220;My wardrobe would be very grateful and so would your credit card.&#8221; His thumb teased the hardened nipple.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;I could do that.&#8221; His free hand finished unbuttoning her shirt.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">She glanced down at his busy hands. &#8220;What about my neck?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">His hands stilled for a brief moment. &#8220;I don&#8217;t have to bite you there.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Cordy cradled his face. &#8220;Yes you do.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Cor&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;It&#8217;s important to you so it&#8217;s important to me.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;What about your wardrobe?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;I don&#8217;t own any turtlenecks so we&#8217;re gonna have to come up with an answer to the inevitable questions. We can make the gang understand. I&#8217;m more worried about strangers asking why I have what looks like a bite mark on my neck. A faded white scar is one thing but that would mean you&#8217;d have to stop biting me there. We&#8217;ll figure it out later. Right now I want to make love.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Angel pushed the material off her shoulders. &#8220;I thought you wanted to wait?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Patience is overrated, but if you&#8217;d rather wait then..&#8221; She giggled as Angel pulled her down and rolled her under him.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">He whispered against her lips. &#8220;No more waiting.&#8221; He used her moan to invade her mouth.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Cordy yanked on the edge of his shirt, desperate to touch bare skin.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">He pulled from the kiss to remove his shirt. &#8220;Don&#8217;t worry. I&#8217;ll go with the discreet bite this time.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;No&#8221; Hazel eyes locked with warm brown ones. &#8220;I want you to claim me again.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Cor, you don&#8217;t have to prove anything to me.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;I know that.&#8221; She cupped his cheek. &#8220;I want you to.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Are you sure?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Yes&#8221; She hooked her leg around his hip drawing him closer. &#8220;Now shut up and make love to me.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;I can do that.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong><a href=\"http:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/index.php\/2015\/06\/28\/baby-im-back-12\/\">Part 12<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;What?&#8221; &#8220;The others? Why didn&#8217;t they return with Spike?&#8221; &#8220;Because I sent them into hiding. Don&#8217;t look at me like that. 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