For better or for worse [cw]

Hearing him whisper her name like that sent shivers down her spine, a warm feeling in her stomach as she felt his length in her hand, stroking it carefully even if the angle of it was a little awkward. She was just happy to feel him again, hear how his breath staggered when she touched him the right way, or feeling her own moans just being forced out of her chest. His hand was warm, the slight scrape making her arch her back a little, just to be closer to him.
She shook her head softly at his words. "You haven't neglected me ... You've neglected us," she corrected him in a soft voice. She had to let go of his member as he moved around and down to remove her pants, but she hoped it wouldn't be for long. She lifted her butt a bit, helping him get the trousers off of her, spreading her legs for him. The hand that had been touching him moved to play a little with the seam of her underwear. It wasn't really anything fancy, but in the grand scheme of things it didn't matter because he made her feel sexy in anything. "What are you thinking?" she asked, removing her shirt in a rather smooth movement. Buffy still felt like she had some work to do with her body after the pregnancy, but alas Churchill wasn't built in one day. Her hand slowly started crawling down the front of her panties, whimpering softly as she could feel the dampness of the fabric.

Buffy couldn't help but blush at his statement. He really thought that still? Part of her found it hard to believe, but she had to trust him in this. Feeling him tug at her bra made her smile, closing her eyes half way as she felt her own fingers drawing in light circles over a small wet patch as he kissed her along her collarbone. She hummed at his words, nodding at his whisper, looking at him as her lips separated slowly. She wasn't doing anything crazy, just touching herself through the fabric, looking at him and feeling him in the room with her.
His confession made her smile, removing her hand from her parts to take his that was playing with her seam. "How about you just touch me," she said, it wasn't an order, more like a playful suggestion. She moved his hand down between her legs, moaning softly just feeling his fingertips, and she knew she would crumble as soon as he touched her for real. "And maybe kiss me some more," she whispered, letting go of his hand to slide her underwear out of the way for his fingers to get easy access. She leaned up, connecting their lips, a bit of eagerness to her but it was only because his stomach felt so full of butterflies.

Buffy was prepared for a lot in her life, she was prepared for tomorrow's activities, had a dinner plan figured out, but she was not prepared for this feeling. Her body shivering as he wet his fingers, just a small stroke of her sensitive bell had her moaning his name. His finger pushed in to her and she groaned softly. It didn't hurt, frankly she wanted more, but she didn't want to overwhelm the two of them more than necessary. She moaned against his lips as his finger started pumping, her toes curling slightly from the sensory overload she felt, but she managed to breathe at least. His whisper was teasing her, because couldn't he hear it? "Mmmhmm-yeah she hummed in bliss, her hips moving to greet his touch. It had felt like ages since she had felt herself on edge this fast. "Another ... Please," she whispered against his lips, her breath having become more fast in the mean time. She wanted to have another finger of his inside of her, frankly she wanted his member more, but they needed to indulge in this moment and not just get it over with. If he did, she could feel how her walls were cramping up slightly, groaning under her breath as she was adjusting to the next digit. "There, right there," she whispered, sounding out of breath but it was only because his fingers had curled just the right way to make her tremble with delight. She kissed him again, moaning against his lips as he was slowly but surely getting her to her climax.

Holding back? Yeah, she was trying so hard not to crumble just from the way his thumb kept attacking her from what seemed all sides. The bites made her moan a little louder, but she was also getting closer, her breaths almost moving in and out of her in hiccups. She couldn't even reply as his fingers just hit that spot inside her, her head rolling back as her body got more in to the feeling. She whimpered softly, feeling like she was going to combust before the waves washed over her. Her walls clenching, her thighs shaking almost in cramps as she moaned his name almost on repeat. She felt her eyes water, looking at him in pure disbelief, her gaze still a little hazy and she was clearly not down from her high yet. "I want you ... Belial please, I need you," she whispered, her hands holding on tight to his arms. She wasn't restricting his movement, it was more a fact of her not knowing what to do with her hands while he was pleasing her like this. She could feel his fingers still moving, guiding her down from her high, but she also felt more ready than ever.
"Take off your pants," she complained, clearly it was of the utmost importance that he removed his clothes and just took her right now.

A gasp left her lips as he removed his fingers, whimpering softly because she now felt so empty. He removed his clothes, and she managed to slip out of her bra and underwear despite shaking a little still. Feeling him join her on the bed, pulling her closer and making it comfortable for her. His words made her blush, but mostly because he sounded so blown away. She moaned softly as he grabbed a hold of her chest, wanting to move her hips and feel him already. Then he mentioned condoms and she blinked a little, thinking about it. "Uhm, top drawer of the night stand," she said, not knowing if they were even still in there, and she felt a small panic at that fact.

By Faeth she felt relieved to hear that they actually had condoms. Having gotten this far only to stop would've driven her mad for sure. Returning his kiss, she smiled as she looked at him, feeling nervous all of a sudden. What if he didn't feel the same? What if he couldn't handle it after all? But as he started teasing her with his covered tip she moaned softly, pressing her hips against him, wanting to feel him. It felt like all of the air was pushed out of her lungs and only once he was fully inside her could she breathe properly, moving her arms up and around him, hugging him close as she felt her eyes water. It felt good. No it felt better than good, it felt out of this world. She had missed him so dearly, and just feeling his whole body pressed against her own made her shake a little.
He started moving, slow and caring; The kind of lovemaking that she had missed. "My Belial," she replied to his moan, pushing her hips to greet his in this tender dance on their shared bed. It felt like a dream, and if it was, it was rather cruel. She felt complete for the first time in so long, she felt like everything in her was back to the balance it needed to have. "I think I've forgotten just how far in you can reach," she chuckled under her breath, letting out vulnerable moans as he slowly stroked her insides. It felt heavenly. Part of her were grateful for the condom, mostly because she wouldn't get pregnant, but also because she knew they both wouldn't last long without it. The house was quiet around them, the bed creaking softly to the rhythm of his thrusts. "Belial," she moaned against his ear, leaning her head to his as she just pressed herself close to him.

Maybe it didn't feel like enough for him, but she felt how he was filling her out for every thrust, and it was building on her rise to her high. The fact that they didn't have to worry about being too noisy made her feel more at ease, hearing how their skin hit each other once they collided made her moan, feeling how wet she had actually gotten. It was a good sign, not only was she turned on, but her whole body was clearly relaxed enough to the point that he could freely slip in and out of her. His question made her bite her lower lip, nodding because she was already on edge from these slow movements.
It didn't need to go fast for her to cum, no as long as he made her feel his length push in to her and hitting her specific spot over and over was more than enough. She felt a little sweaty, not dripping in it, but a fine layer on her skin from the heat and friction. Then it felt like the high rushed over her from nowhere, making her walls cramp, her thighs tensing up and shaking as she moaned his name on repeat. She wasn't ready for it to end, but it would be a lie to say that she couldn't feel how on edge he was himself. Still not fully over her high, she turned them around, being on top like she liked. Her hands shaking a little as they ran down his chest, clawing slightly at him before she started riding him. He was hitting her just right for every movement of her hips, making her moan a little louder. She wanted to make him feel the release she had, riding him a little faster than he had been thrusting in to her.
Fuck she was already close again, but she knew what would put her over the edge, moving a hand down to rub her sensitive nub in the rhythm of her riding him. "I'm close again," she whimpered vulnerably, but she didn't stop her movements, looking down on him with lust filled eyes, her flames so bright. "Cum with me," she pleaded.

This was unexpected, she had thought they would spend their day just talking, but this was a nice surprise. He pulled her down, his warning making her face turn vulnerable as he gave in. She felt his throbbing member, and it was enough to send her over the edge once again, moaning against his lips as she felt the shakes roll down over her body. Coming down from her high she just let herself lazily collapse against his chest, listening to his heartbeat as she looked up at him. Her face was a mixture of happiness and relaxed, just feeling her whole body in bliss.
She chuckled softly at his mumble, kissing his chest a few times. "I love you too," she whispered. They didn't have to be quiet, but it always felt like they had to be silent after their endeavors. Like a few silent moments just to come back to reality. Frankly she had gone so many months without him that she had feared how their first time once they were together again would feel like. However it felt just as good, if not better, as ever. She just listened to his heart and breathing pattern until she herself had calmed down for a bit. Her hands slowly moving up and down his sides, just feeling his body and hopefully helping him calm down as well. "You want me to move?" she asked softly.

She chuckled softly at his admittance. There was just something about that word that made her happy. Eventually she was allowed to move off of him, but he clearly wasn't done with having her close, which only made her smile that much more. Snuggling herself closer to him and his heat, she pulled up the duvet around them. Her hair was a bit of a mess, but she also needed to go get a haircut soon. She closed her eyes for a while, listening to him speak of course, but not interrupting. He was the same Baal that she remembered, and it filled her body with relief. So many nights she had laid awake and feared what might return to her, but seeing, hearing and feeling him like this was something that just made her sure of her choices. He was right in that. She was optimistic, just as much as she was stubborn, and frankly it had benefited them a lot of times when Baal had almost lost himself to fear of the unknown or doubt.
"And thank you for going home with me today," she whispered before their lips connected. She pressed herself closer, feeling so satisfied in the moment, but she had worried in the forest. She had worried that she had lost him completely to that doubt, to that fear lurking in the back of his mind. "It's always been a bit weird with us; How we just knew that we were going to end up together, how despite everything we're still together," she whispered, kissing him along his jawline, feeling the slight scratch from his scruff. "But I think you've said it in a way that I think makes sense; You call me your light, and if I'm your light then I'm supposed to see your shadows," she said, frowning as she wasn't sure if it made sense. Baal had always been the one with great words and immaculate sentences as if they were taken from a poem. "And if I can see your shadows, then I know what to do, what to say and how to comfort you," she said, smiling as her kisses moved up his cheek, nuzzling her nose in to his hair and breathing in his scent. "In this weird world of gods, goddesses and mystical creatures we found each other ... And I'm not letting you go now that I have you," she confessed in a soft sigh.

"You really dont have to thank me for that," he assured her with a small smile over his lips before he felt her lips against his. He made a small sigh and just took a moment to feel her lips before the kiss broke off. Her whisper made him chuckle faintly which sounded more like a scoff because she was right. He had called her his light so many times over and it was because he believed she was the one who could pull him from even the darkest thoughts in his mind. He ran his inked hands down her back, feeling her soft skin on his palms while he just felt completely relaxed, which had been something he hadnt felt in a long while. "I really am the lucky one here," he said in full confidence, leaning away to look at her as he lifted a hand to place against her cheek. He shifted between her green eyes and watched the bright flame behind them before he made a deep sigh. "I cant say what will happen from here, but I promise to be here for solstice. For you and for our daughter," he said but in his mind it was only the least he could do. "It might not be as we both hope it to be, but at least I'll be there and be with you both," he said with a sigh. The thought of doing something that he would come regret was still lingering in his mind, but he did feel a little more courageous now. Maybe it was the effect of being so close to the one he had bound his soul to.

Buffy was just taking this moment to breathe in, feeling his hands move along her body just helped her calm down that more. All of that tension she had felt, all of those lonely nights were gone in this moment. Erased by the fact that the one she had been longing for was by her side. She didn't know how to feel when he promised to be there for solstice, mostly because she worried that something would go wrong and they would be left sitting and waiting. It was a horrible thought, but she couldn't let herself get carried away by this promise, although it did make her smile. Buffy loved this family, and she was sad that Baal had been pulled away from it for so long. "I think that would make Saoirse very happy," she whispered, smiling softly, but she wasn't going to tell their daughter anything yet. Looking at his exposed torso, she wondered if she would ever get to follow every single line with her fingers, but perhaps not. "We really should get dressed ... I have to prepare dinner," she sighed, groaning a bit as her body felt a little sore. He had been hitting all the right spots, but they both had been so eager, that she could still feel her walls being expanded. Sitting up with a slight whimper, she gave him a warning gaze. She knew he loved seeing her like this, but it could also make him want to grab her and do it all over again.
Getting to her feet she was a bit unsure on her feet until she felt like she had regained some balance. "Why do you always want to reach so deep," she sighed with a slight chuckle, not that she was complaining. Gathering up her clothes, she got dressed once more, her body still a bit sore as she sat down on the edge of the bed to put on her socks.

Just then the front door swung open, Saoirse came running through the hall. "Don't talk to me Amos," she yelled, running to her room before she slammed the door after her, locking it.
She had seen him down town, seen how that girl had her arm in his, how they both seemed to be smiling and joking, and how her stomach had cramped so badly from seeing it. Connor had barely been around, he didn't say why, but deep down she knew. And now Amos too? Was she losing them like she had feared? Had she actually been holding on to them too hard? She had caught Amos' eyes and just ran home, her breath hasty and she slid down the side of her door until she was sitting on the ground, hugging her legs as she was trying not to hyperventilate.

As much as he just wanted to lie around and feel her closeness, she was right; They did have to get up. It was uncertain when Saoirse would be home and surely the last thing she wanted was to discover that her father had returned to only stay in bed with her mother. He sighed at her remark and shrugged. "I cant help it," he said with a sly smile over his lips, but got up to get dressed to. He barely managed to slip into his pants as the door opened and he heard his daughter yell, followed by Amos trying to explain it all in a desperate voice. He frowned a little and pulled his shirt over his head before he went out in the hallway to see Amos bang on the door while he was begging Saoirse to open up. "Please, it's not what you think. Come out and let me explain dammit!" he begged in desperation. Baal walked up next to him, knocking lightly on the door. "Saoirse, please come out," he said, though he wasnt sure how he was going to react when he saw her. He just had to shove whatever feelings that would come far down to where he wouldnt feel them.

Buffy heard the commotion, stepping out in to the hallway with Baal, seeing Amos all riled up. Unsure of how to proceed, she decided to go out to the kitchen and put on the kettle. It wouldn't help if they were all yelling at her, but she would come help if something went wrong.

Saoirse felt tears escape her eyes, running down her cheeks and ruining the make up she had been wearing. She didn't wear make up often, but on days when Amos or Connor was coming over she always dressed up a bit. Then she heard her father's voice, frowning as she thought she might've misheard, but no. She knew her father's voice too well. Pushing herself to her feet, she turned around to face the door. "What are you doing here?" she asked through the door, her emotion rather vague, but there was no spite to be found. Much rather it was confusion. He had been gone for so long and she had lost all hope that he was ever going to get back. She shook her head, touching the door handle. "Go away both of you!" she cried, slapping her palm against the door, but only to realize how much that hurt. She paced, walking over to her bed and sitting down. She was in distress, but she had no right to be. Amos had said it himself, he was free. Connor was free too. But why did they both have to leave her at the same time? Couldn't they have eased her in to it first?

Buffy sighed, coming out from the kitchen as she looked at Baal and Amos with a small sigh. "She'll come out when she's hungry, which will be as soon as I start cooking," she said. She didn't know what had happened, but she assumed that neither of them would leave until this was resolved. "Amos, come help me in the kitchen," she said, smiling at the daemon. Buffy didn't pretend to be anything but a friend to him, she had never given him any orders, but she was also really good at reading his body language. Right now he was probably unable to do much else than be sour, but he just needed time to think through his emotions.
If Amos did as she suggested she walked over to Baal, taking a spare key from her keychains and unlocking their daughter's door silently. "Go sit with her," she said. Saoirse rarely needed to be lectured, but Buffy had found that just sitting with the girl she would eventually spill everything that was wrong. Buffy returned to the kitchen, keeping her and Amos busy as they prepared food.

It wasnt the best way to announce his return but he thought it might make her come out and talk. "I'm home for a day or two, so that's why I'm here my little light," he explained, but maybe it was better to save all that for when she decided to come out. Amos frowned and shook his head. He opened his mouth to say something but Baal's hand on his shoulder made him close his mouth and just make this sour expression instead. He looked at Buffy as she came out of the kitchen, sighing deeply. She was right but he felt like the longer there would pass the more the problem would just grow. He already felt bad that he hadnt told her before and that she had to find out this way. He shrugged the summoner's hand off of him before he went to join Buffy in the kitchen.
Baal looked at the key that Buffy used to unlock the door before he mumbled a quiet thank you and looked at the handle. He made a deep sigh and carefully opened the door to peak his head in. "Is it okay that I come in?" he asked because the last thing he wanted was to intrude on her. If she allowed him, he'd enter and go to sit next to her. He was feeling the intrusive thoughts that the natural urge to just harm her was just there, but he was trying to think of it as the fact that she was his daughter and in distress. He carefully reached out and grabbed her hand to hold it, unsure if he was supposed to say something first or if she'd rather have the opportunity to ask first. But he quickly thought that just saying nothing would make her feel like he didnt care. "I know I've been gone for a long time. Truth is, before you were born, something happened. And I feel like as much as I cant tell you all of it, I can tell you some," he explained, looking at their hands. "A man wanted to take you away from us, if you were born with the same marks as me. And neither Buffy and I wanted to lose you. He wanted to punish me for loving your mother and forced me to swallow an artifact that came from the Abyssus itself. And ever since, things just havent been what we hoped for," he explained, hoping it was shedding some light on her confusion. "I'm trying to figure out what's happening to me so I dont end up hurting you or your mother,"

"I'm sick of it. Being painted like a villain when it's not even something I've chosen. She thinks I really want to be with someone else?" Amos hissed, drying off some dishes to keep his mind busy.

Saoirse just whimpered a silent yes, but luckily it seemed like her father managed to hear her through the closed door. She knew her mother had an extra key, because she wasn't really supposed to lock herself in. As her father sat down beside her she was still sniffling, wiping away her tears as she was contemplating what to do. However as soon as he placed a hand on hers, she leaned against his shoulder, closing her eyes as she cried softly. She had just missed him. She didn't care that he was gone, she was just so confused, and with everything with Connor and Amos, she was really starting to think that she was unlovable. That no matter who it was in her life, no one was ever going to love her, that she would eventually push people away. Her crying died out, just sitting with her head against her father's shoulder, letting him hold a hand over her own, listening to him speak. It was all a lot of information for her to take in, and honestly she wasn't sure if she understood it all. People hurting her? Wanting to take her away? She had never heard about that, but Baal's words about hurting them made her look up at her father with teary eyes. She had inherited a mixture of Buffy and Baal's old eye color, her cheeks a little puffy from crying, but she was looking rather seriously. "I thought you didn't like me," she whimpered, beginning to cry again as she nuzzled her face in to his chest.

Buffy sighed at Amos' words, but she had spent enough time around him that she knew how he felt for her daughter. It didn't make it less strange, but honestly seeing the joy the two of them had when they were together was just something else. Of course there were a lot of things wrong with what they were doing - at least considering societies norms - but Buffy believed that Amos was treating her daughter well. "She's very insecure, and from what I've heard from my aunt, Connor has found a girl he's seeing a lot ... It has really taken a toll on her," she sighed. How many nights had Buffy not had to get up in the middle of the night to comfort her crying child? A child that was not crying because of hunger or an injury, but from heartbreak. "She's been trying to give you guys space, but with Baal gone most of the time, she's afraid to lose more people ... The other night she asked me if I would ever leave her," Buffy said, feeling her emotions choke a bit in her throat. It had hurt, because Saoirse had been serious in wanting to know. The girl was lonely, she wasn't good at keeping friends, and as far as she knew, some of the kids were starting to distance themselves from her because of her smarts.