Forbidden desires
Spoilers: this is a stage is just after their wedding, they can't wait any longer for their wedding night. There is sex.
Pairing: Chummy and Peter, with a hint of Trixie.
We manoeuvered through the Nonnatus house halls up the back stairs and into my room, closing both doors quickly as we could before anyone noticed that we had slipped out of the party. The noise of their party was heard through the thin walls, this gave us a chance to be alone as we've been married for no more than an hour. He had slipped my glasses off and onto the bedside table. I was out of my wedding skirt suit in seconds, and he slips out of his trousers, and jacket. I think we both were nervous as I rolled on top of him, smiling the whole time. "Peter, in Nonnatus house, how delightfully wicked."
We make light work on the rest of our garments, throwing them wherever they land. We got to be fast, as someone will come searching for us any minute now. So, he rolls me so he's on top. Our lips touch, softly at first but the heat intensifies when I felt him grow against my thigh. "Condom?" he questions.
My hand pulls away from his neck, reaching around the nightstand and found one, hands it over to him, he handles it quickly enough, and enters me. I close my eyes and take a deep breath in the slow release. I could hear myself moan under soft giggles, still thinking this was quite a wicked way to start our honeymoon. He pushes me up a bit, allowing to angle deeper and causing me to gasp louder anyone searching for us would have known what we were doing right then and there. I open my eyes to meet his gaze, his pupils were dilated and he calls my name in his thick voice. "Camilla" He pants.
I egg him on with my legs pulling him in tighter, I want to feel him harder as he pushes once more deeper than before. We've made love many times since our reunion, but this was full of forbidden love, this was in a convent. I join him in groaning, with heavy pants and I push up to meet his last deep thrust. He covers my lips with his to stifle my noises. I've never felt this connected with him before. My fingers dig into his back as he collapses onto me. "Peter, I love you."
It was Trixie we heard in the hallway by my bedroom door. "Well, I think they're busy." She turns to leave allowing us to have one last private moment before we dressed again.