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Remember, this is fluff, NOT smut!
Wyatt put her down on the bed, never taking his lips off of hers, and straddled her. She twisted her hand in his hair. He pulled away.
"DG, are you sure you're up to this?" She pulled his lips back down to hers and kissed him.
"Positive." She said against his lips. Apparently that was all he needed, because he jumped in right where they had left off.
DG decided that if this was the way it felt to be in bed with her husband, she should have realized her feelings a lot sooner. Soon clothes were ripped off and they had collapsed on each other.
"If that was what I was missing, then..." She trailed off, panting.
"Same." He was just as out of breath as he was.
"Do you realize that now, we're officially married?" She turned and rested her head on her arm.
"I should hope so." He laughed. She liked his laugh. She liked this Wyatt in general. Not the commander of the army Wyatt who was stiff, and didn't laugh or show his emotions. " He opened his arms. "Come here." She wiggled over and rested on his chest and before she knew it, she was asleep on his chest.
DG woke, feeling the rise and fall of her husband's chest under her face. One of his hands was resting on his shoulder, the other was on her upper thigh, his thumb just under the bottom of her hip bone. She felt that had stretch and return to her hip, his thumb making circles on her bare skin. She moaned a little.
"Your hands are a little cold." He took them off of her body. "No. I like them where they were." She smiled and snuggled closer into his chest. He didn't return them to her body. "Wyatt Cain, put your hands back where they were." She commanded. His hands returned to their original positions and laughed.
"I like it when you laugh." Her voice returned to being soft
"Well, then I'll try to laugh for you more often, princess." He smiled. "So, princess. How does it feel to be officially married?"
"Amazing." She smiled and rested her chin on his chest. It felt more than amazing. It made her feel different. It made her feel whole. And she loved that feeling almost as much as she loved the man who her gave her that feeling. "And if I had known it would feel this good," she kissed him quickly, "then I would have done this," another kiss, "much, much, sooner." She kissed him again and this time didn't pull away.
"DG..." His hands slid along her body and rested on the small of her back and she heard a little groan come out of the back of his throat. He pulled away. "What the hell are you doin' to me, kiddo?"
She smirked. "Why don't you tell me?" She let herself be pulled back into the kiss, when the door opened.
"OZMA!" She heard her father swear as he slammed the door shut and she pulled away, hiding under the covers. "Sorry!" He called through the door.
"What do you want, Dad?" DG yelled.
"Your mother set up a rehearsal coronation right after lunch." His muffled voice was full of embarrassment.
"Thanks, Dad. Now could you please leave?" All she heard was the outside door slam and she came out from under the covers. One look at Wyatt and she started to laugh.
"I don't see what is so funny, DG." He looked mortified.
"Well, I just got caught sleeping with my husband. By my father. The level of embarrassment in this room is what is so funny." She started to laugh again and felt Wyatt relax a little under her. When she stopped laughing she looked back down at Wyatt. "Would you like me to lock the door?"
"Why?" He cocked an eyebrow in confusion.
"So we can continue where we left off?" She smiled and locked the door with the little magic that she had from her rest the night before.
He sighed. "I love you."
"I know." And with that he rolled them over and began their morning all over again.