Going through changes

Feeling him touch her she felt more at ease, not to mention the fact that he actually agreed with her. She nodded, agreeing that they needed to prepare and leave as early as they could. "Perhaps it would be best if you went on ahead with the kids," she pondered, lifting her head to look at him. He wasn't in a great shape, his body still trying to heal and process what had happened here tonight. "If they see us all leaving at once, it might end badly, and neither Amos, you or Saoirse is in any state to stand your ground," she argued. She knew it wasn't nice to be split up. They had promised to never leave each other's sides ever again, but this was needed.

"I'm sure we could set something up; You and Amos did so well while I was gone, we just have to find another method," she smiled, although she wasn't sure how to. Things could get heated, but they needed to do this. Even if their daughter was dependent on her, she also knew that she was stronger than she let on. Lifting her head she looked at him as he cupped her face, smiling softly to him as she turned her head, kissing the inside of his palm gently. "Always," she promised him, but they had very little time to prepare. "You will need some rest too, my love, so sleep - I'll make the preparations," she promised him, getting up but not leaving him. She instead took his hand, guiding him over to their shared bed that seemed so small right now. Giving him a light peck on his lips she left to prepare. Although she was so tired herself, she knew she had to do this.

Saoirse awoke as Amos touched her chest, blinking tiredly in the darkness. "Everything alright?" she asked, placing her own hand over his, holding it close to her chest. She was scared, had he heard something or was it just a bad dream? Lifting his hand to her lips she kissed them carefully, not wanting to upset him further. "It's alright, you can talk to me," she promised him.

He tried to assure her that it was just a bad dream she just felt a little uncertain. Did he dream of things like this often? He pulled her in, but she crawled up a bit, cupping his face between her palms. "Don't shut me out," she pleaded. She knew the last thing he wanted to do was worry her, but staying silent was almost worse. "And since when do you tell me what to do, ahuvi?" she smiled softly, leaning in to kiss him rather carefully. Saoirse wasn't trying to stir up some underlying emotions, but he had always been more at ease when they were physical.

The way he described it it did indeed sound like a bad omen, but they couldn't be sure who it was, right? He took her hands, but she kept laying close to him, just watching him in the dark. She wish she had something to tell him, something that would make it easier on him, but at this point she didn't know what to say. "Is there something I can do to make you feel better?" she asked, having a feeling he had a specific answer, "besides sleeping."

How she was feeling should've been an easy question to answer, but she wasn't sure how to describe it. She smiled at his addition, because he was worried as always. "Honestly, right now I feel really good," she admitted, smiling at him. Maybe it was because she had slept for a bit and the fact that he was close always made her feel so much better. "You and dad did great; I think mom might need the break from time to time ... She doesn't say it, but I know it's very straining on her," she said, leaning in to kiss his nose. "But I still miss kissing you like we used to ... And all the other stuff," blushing in the dark.

She just missed being carefree, maybe ignorance had been bliss, but she just felt like she had lost a part of herself. His question made her smile, hiding her face away in to the pillow, giggling a bit. It felt like ages since she had felt like this. "Your hands against my skin," she muttered in to her pillow, eyeing him carefully as she just felt a little sad saying it out loud. "How full and whole it would feel when you were ..." she said, blushing harder as she found it hard to even say the words. It felt like such a long time since they had done anything but steal a kiss from one another, and now he wanted to know what she missed the most? "I miss that raw emotion in your eyes," she sighed, closing her eyes and feeling a bit embarrassed.

"I-I'm not embarrassed," she protested, looking at Amos in the dark. He looked a bit better himself, the spark in his eyes there as she felt her heart skip a beat over how he spoke about their endeavors. Deep inside of her. She felt her body react so strongly to that sentiment. He confessed that he missed it too, and she looked down at his chest. "You just make me feel confident whenever we're going at it ... I don't know, it feels like you just pull another side out me out; a side I really wish I could access more daily," she said, moving closer to kiss his chest carefully. Just smelling him made her happy. "Could we ... Try?" She asked carefully. She knew in her state she got tired pretty quickly, but just trying a little bit could perhaps make both of them feel connected more.

She knew he didn't like being this conflicted, but just trying would mean the world to her. Besides, he wasn't the only one with needs. He seemed to give in, taking her shirt off she felt a little naked. She wasn't ever going to get too comfortable with her body, was she? However he was quick to compliment her, make her feel at ease, his touch making her body react rather strongly, trying to hold herself still. But keeping still when he was touching her was the same as asking her not to breathe.
"I've missed you," she admitted, moaning softly as she felt her breath hitch and getting caught in her throat. Her own hands moved gently up under his shirt too, her fingertips digging in to his skin, but it was clear she wasn't as strong as she had been before this illness. She just wanted to ignore being sick, feeling good like this.

He didn't have to say that twice, digging her nails in to his skin, scratching him lightly. Gods have mercy on her. He guided her hand and her back arched as he latched on to her nipple, whimpering in pleasure as she grabbed a fistful of his buttcheek. She wished she was stronger, or at least just strong enough to pull him closer. Her hand moved from his chest and up to his hair. It had gotten a little shaggy, but he still had some curl to it. Running her fingers over his scalp she pressed him closer lightly. Not that it was doing much, but she just wanted him to know she liked what he did. Even though her moans and sighs of pleasure probably gave it away. "Ahuvi," she moaned in to their small room. She didn't care who heard them now, not when it felt this heavenly. Who was to deny them this intimacy anyways?

He had definitely missed having her this close and just hearing her and feeling her body react to his touches. He was careful unlike he otherwise would have been, had she been stronger. He had a feeling that she liked that as much as he did anyway, so this felt a little more tame. It was intense either way. Her moan sent soft shivers down his spine and he almost fell the wave of goosebumps run through him. She was just made for him wasnt she? He released her breast and started kissing down her body, moving slow and carefully. He just couldnt get enough of her. However as he reached halfway down her stomach, a knock was heard, making him stop as he frowned and turned his head. He was so tempted to just continue, but the greed in him wouldnt like someone to be lurking around outside, able to hear her beautiful sounds. He got up and went to the door. Opening the door, he frowned at the sight. "Why are you here?" he asked.

There was no time to explain, so he wasnt going to go too far into detail. It was enough that he had been able to hear their doings before he had even gotten to the door. "Save your questions." the summoner said, looking around before he looked a little stern at his son. "Get dressed, both of you, we are leaving this place." he said, handing the young daemon some capes. He could feel the defiance in Amos' look but he didnt seem fazed by it at this point. "Make haste. You two were the ones so adamant on going home." he reminded him before he told him where they had to go and meet him before he abruptly made his leave. He still had things to do before they could go, at least if they were supposed to make it out in a stealthy manner.

Arching her back slightly, because it just couldn't be helped when he was moving down her stomach with his kisses so needing in nature. Of course she was trying to lay still but it was hard when her heart was beating so nice and fast. She felt alive, felt like she wasn't sick. But that was when she heard the knock, squeezing her eyes together as she felt his breath linger at her stomach. He was clearly considering continuing, but she wasn't one for spectators. Covering herself up, she put on her shirt, feeling a little winded as her cheeks were flushed.
She could hear who it was; their father. She swallowed, hiding away in the bed, knowing he had probably heard what they had been doing. It wasn't like the rooms here were sound proof or anything, but they had kept it down. But then she heard him speaking about leaving. What was going on? She felt worried, sitting up as Amos returned with the capes. Already sitting up, but clearly not good at moving fast she slipped on her leggings, socks and shoes before getting a hand to stand up. The cape was wrapped around her shoulders, the hood over her blonde hair as she looked at Amos with a worried frown. Had something happened? And what about her mom?
They headed out towards the hallway, spotting her mother standing by her father she felt a rush of relief, but Buffy wasn't dressed like they were. "Mommy?" she asked, and the former fenix was by her daughter in no time, cupping her face, hushing her. "What's happening?" she asked, but Buffy just shushed her, shaking her head. They couldn't speak right now, and Saoirse just nodded, even though it was killing her to do so. Buffy handed Amos a scroll with instructions for Saoirse's healing.

"Safe travels," Buffy whispered, not lingering on saying goodbye as it was better that they got out now. "Take care," she said, ushering them out the door, following them for a while until they reached the gate. Closing it after them she turned around, looking around to make sure no spies were lurking about.

There were probably a lot of questions that the two kids wanted to ask, but now just wasnt the time to do it. As they approached the exit where he stood with Buffy, Baal was dressed in his own cloak, his missing arm yet to be uncovered. He was still contemplating their course of action, but he at least had a hunch on where to go for starters. "I know a few safe points, until we make it to the city." he just told them as they were outside. He nodded and went ahead, mindful of their speed though it wasnt like he was the fastest himself. There were still a great imbalance in him that seemed to be stirring slow.