The day's events had been mindboggling to Henry. He had gotten up that morning, somewhat frustrated over the last week's events, or lack there-of in his love life with Vicki, he had dressed for a "photo shoot" or so he thought and ended up marrying Vicki, in a church no less, with just a few family and friends.
He was still in shock. Gwen had taken the children home so Vicki and Henry could leave for their honeymoon in the morning.
"So, you really do have everything, down to the last detail?" Henry asked Vicki in the back of the limo, the one that had been waiting outside the church.
They were holding hands, like young lovers on their first date. Vicki had a big shit-eating grin on her face. Not only had she managed to pull off the secret wedding, she had also planned their trip to London.
Henry would decide on where to go in London and where they would be staying. He was much better at those things.
"What about passports?" he asked.
"You have a current one, I got mine a month ago." she answered quickly.
"Airplane tickets." On cue, she whipped them out of, well he didn't know where, smiling at him.
Hmm, "Clothing?"
"Packed and ready, anything I forgot, we can buy." Man, she was good.
He snapped his fingers, he knew one thing he was sure she had forgotten.
"Blood, how will I get my supply for ten days?" He knew this was it..
"Will has is set up to be delivered to wherever we stay from his contacts in London."
He was stunned at this point. He bent over and kissed her fully this time, using his tongue to explore the very depths of her soul, or so it felt. She released his hand and put her hands in his hair, running her fingers through the curls. Henry reached over, without ever letting go of Vicki and rolled the smoked glass up, the limo driver grinning at them in the rearview.
"Henry, if you start this, I don't think I can stop." She pulled away enough to breath out.
"Maybe I don't want to." He growled back at her, moving his hands up to her neck, caressing it ever so gently.
Then he pulled away and remembered that she had held out for six whole days.
"Is that why you shut me down for six days?" he asked, smiling at her.
She laughed and put her head down, nodding.
"You are sly aren't you. By the way, if we arent' leaving until tomorrow, where are we staying tonight?" He had forgotten to ask.
"Oh, I thought we could just stay at a cheap motel and wait until tomorrow night to consummate our marriage." she gave him a serious look.
"Not likely Mrs. Fitzroy." he said back, he was serious. That sounded good, Mrs. Fitzroy, Vicki thought to herself.
"I'm kidding," she said reaching down to caress his leg, then slowly moving it closer to his groin said," do you think I could hold out another night?"
She rolled her eyes slowly up to his face, they were heavy with desire.
Henry told the driver," Quickly," using his skill to make the driver listen.
"I don't want to rush this tonight Henry. I want it to be special, okay?" she looked longingly into his beautiful eyes still moving her hand sensually on his leg, teasing him.
"Yes, my lady, and I want to hear all about the planning. Where did you find this dress? It seems so familiar to me?" he was looking it over, eyes searching for some sense of knowing.
Vicki smiled at him, he would be so surprised and happy she hoped. They decided to keep their hands to themselves or it was going to happen right there in the back of the limo.
They finally arrived after what seemed like an eternity. Upon exiting the limo, Henry saw they were at a romantic little Bed and Breakfast called the Queen Anne's.
"You really did this by yourself?" now Henry was skeptical.
"Well, Coreen helped with the small details, but yeah, I picked out the big stuff. I can do girl stuff, but since it's unlikely to ever happen again, you should probably take pictures." she grabbed his hand, nearly dragging him up the walkway. Thank goodness they really had taken pictures at the church or there might not be recorded proof that Vicki had done this.
Their bags were carried to their room that was on the second floor. They had the whole main house to themselves. Vicki knew they would need to be alone, she knew they would not be quiet this first night for sure.
Henry closed and locked the door of the master bedroom. It was huge having a king-size bed in the center, a bathtub with claw feet in an alcove close to the bathroom, which had a standing shower, vanity and toilet.
Vicki felt strange. This was Henry, the father of her children and yet, she was somewhat apprehensive. She had no idea why.
Henry walked across the room, taking her in his arms, running his hands up and down her them as he kissed her.
She wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him closer to her. She wanted so badly to be out of that dress and to have him out of his clothes but she was going to enjoy it, he was going to enjoy her.
She suddenly stopped kissing him and pulled away.
"What is it?" he asked, not pleased she had stopped.
"Take your clothes off, all of them." She growled, her voice full of desire.
Henry smiled, he didn't have to be told twice..