Reader, I married him, and almost instantly. It took all my negotiating skills to cause him patience for the week it took Mrs Fairfax and my new cousins to travel down. A small family it may be, but it was mine and I wanted all to witness my long-awaited happiness.
Those seven days were torturous. Edward's impassioned glare seemed to have lost none of its ferocity despite his blindness. And now he had begun to wear me down with every one of his other, now heightened, senses. When he wasn't tasting my lips he was pressing his ear to my chest and humming along to my heartbeat while I laughed and tried to push him away – in vain, even with all his injuries he was much stronger than I. Or he would bury his head in the crook of my neck and breathe me in, while running his good fingers down the small of my back.
He always did this on an evening before we parted into separate chambers for sleep. We would stand in near darkness, but for a single white taper candle, which he would rest on a stand before reaching greedily for me. Away from peering eyes we would press against each other, my tiny fingers twisted into his long unkempt hair. I kissed him with all the passion my nubile lips could muster. His own skilful mouth would conjure soft moans from me, his fingers clenched on my lower back pressing me hard against him. When I ran out of air I would pull on his hair, forcing his face away from mine. But he never stopped, only moving his kisses to my neck, which he caressed with such love and intensity I would shudder in his arms and pant.
It was about this time that I felt his excitement; or, rather, that his hands would travel farther south onto my hips, which he would then thrust against his excitement. Without my years of puritanical self-denial it would have been impossible to step away. Indeed, Reader, it took all my willpower to push on his chest. I am too small to cause him to move myself but he always stopped when I wanted him to, and stepped away; albeit begrudgedly and with a throaty moan that made me want to jump right back into his embrace.
We would stand apart from each other, only my hands placed on his chest, trying to control our breathing and our bodies in the darkness.
'Please, Jane,' he would breathe, the throatiness still in his voice.
I would sigh and lift my hand up to cradle his face. 'We've come this far, Mr Rochester.' His old name would make him frown. 'I shall call you Edward when we are man and wife, which will be very, very soon. Please have patience, my love, and wait.'
'I have waited long enough already, you witch,' he would growl. But the next second he would lean down and brush my forehead ever so lightly with his lips. 'Goodnight, love. I pray that this night will pass quickly. I am impatient for that time when we may never separate.'
'As am I, Mr Rochester.' And with this we would separate, turning away to enter our opposing chambers. Silently I would watch him in the shadows. He felt for the frame of his door and then, every night, upon closing it changed his mind and left it open with a hopeful glance at my room. I smiled and closed my own door fully. Not long, not long.
So now this tortuous week has ended and I write the last in my journal. I have just changed out of my wedding gown and can hear Edward pacing outside my door to escort me to dinner. Mrs Fairfax has explained to me what is essentially required of my tonight and while it does not sound very appealing, my body is alight with excitement for what is to come. For Edward and I belong together, forever, and this next chapter of our lives is ready to be written.
Jane.
Sorry for the long preposition but there are next to no lemony fan fics for Jane and Edward and I really want to try and do them justice. Reviews are love!