Title: Bliss
Author: The Blue Wire
Rating: R
Description: Emotions flow on Lee and Amanda's wedding night
Time Line: The wedding night--4th season
Disclaimer: The Characters belong to Shoot the Moon Productions and
Warner Brothers. The Story is mine and may not be reproduced
without my express permission.
Twilight had set upon Marion County. But in the far reaches of the
sky, where the gloaming had yet to overtake the horizon, there was still an
amazing watercolor-wash of swirling hues, gilded in bronze and ochre, with ever
infusing bands of velveteen purples and rich azure blue. The vivid hues
mingled in a forever-changing dance of eternity.
*****
As the chambermaid gently closed the door, their anticipatory lust was
unleashed. Quickly, they moved as clothing was thrown down and arms and
legs thrashed about. They hit the bed with thunderous desire. Their
mouths ravaged one another as their hands explored each other in a manner of
desperation. It was all so fast, too fast.
They had waited for so long, and at this rate, all they had anticipated would
be over in just a few fleeting moments. That realization fell upon both
of them at the same moment. Chests heaving with ragged breaths, they
stopped abruptly and sank into the bed. This wantonness was exactly what
they had tried to avoid. Pure lust was not what either had wanted to
express the first time they shared in each other this way.
"Amanda."
"I know."
Both rose from the bed. Lee zipped and buttoned his slacks. He sat
on the bed as he watched Amanda donned her blouse, set her shoes neatly beside
the dresser, picked up Lee's socks, set his shirt on the bed, and hung their
jackets in the closet.
*****
This busy work filled a few moments in time where Amanda had been hoping to conceal
the sudden trepidation she felt. The importance of this event was weighing upon
her in such a burdensome manner. She almost wished they had just
succumbed to the lust. At least then it would be over. They
would have been lovers by now. Instead, she was picking up socks and
trying to avoid eye contact with her very new, very experienced husband. She
was painfully aware of how many women he had been with, yet the fear she felt
seemed ridiculous to her. She was in her late thirties for heavens sake.
She had two sons and a romantically fulfilling marriage behind her.
Why was this gorgeous hunk of man, and his experiences, reducing her to
such insecurity?
The time for contemplation was long gone. She'd had several months for
that. This was the time for action, just not such hungry, animalistic action.
She picked up her overnight bag and headed towards the bathroom.
*****
"Lee," her voiced cracked, "I think I'll just go in here,"
she gestured shakily towards the bathroom, "and change into a little
something." She ended the sentence in a nervous mumble.
He turned his gaze to her, from the pattern of the bedspread, which he had
begun tracing quite diligently with his finger. "Oh, how little is
the something?" He was trying to sound jokingly sultry to lighten
the suddenly heavy air, but his voice too, was shaking beyond any hope of
sounding at ease.
"Cute, Stetson!" she replied. It was quiet but emphatic.
Lee's attempt at levity may have worked after all. It had suddenly
gotten easier for both to breathe.
"Oh yeah, Mrs. Stetson?" He grabbed her arm and turned her
towards him.
"Mrs. Stetson... say it again." She was melting into him.
He put his hungry lips to her ear and let out in a small drawn out purr,
sliding on the S's, "Mrssss. Ssstetsssson."
"Mmmmm." She was resting her entire body against his, relishing in
the feel of his soft skinned, bare chest against her own smoldering flesh.
"Say that again and I'm a goner," she slowly exhaled.
Her words were hot against his chest, causing him to straighten his
stance in titillated response.
"Mrs..." He began to tease as she quickly withdrew from his
embrace and touched her fingers to his lips.
"Ah... ah... ah... Now let me go change." Once again, she
set off for the bathroom. She was knocked off her feet, as she was about
to step across the threshold. Lee had swept her into his arms and carried
her over it.
"I believe we forgot this little tradition when we arrived," Lee
stated as he set her down in the ample space of the bathroom.
"So we did." She chuckled and gave him a light kiss. "Now,
out, so I can prepare myself for my husband."
"You must have some chump for a husband if you think you need to do
anything for him to want you." He stood behind her, letting his
hands do all of the thinking as they roamed her body and his mouth nibbled at
her neck.
"Lee. Lee, stop." She swatted at him, feigning irritation.
"Lee, I want to do this! Now, go!" Her slender finger
bossily directed him to the door.
He reluctantly stepped away, pouting a bit. Imploring with his words and
his eyes, Lee spoke, "Only if you promise me we can make good use of that
later," He was pointing to the double bath tub.
"Whatever you desire, husband, whatever you desire," was Amanda's
amicable and pointedly 'wifey' response.
He stepped back up behind her and continued nibbling away. "Well, in
that case, let's..."
Again she stepped out of his embrace. "Out husband! Out!"
Amanda relished the ability to connect the word husband with the glorious
man before her. She tried out the new label as much as possible.
Even the second time around, she was a giddy newlywed.
"Go."
"Okay, okay. I should have known you'd be as ironfisted a wife as
you are a partner." He teased her and then savored her response.
"Very cute." She grabbed his firm, yet squeezable, behind and
shoved him over the threshold.
"Ohh. I think I like having such a domineering wife." He turned
in the doorway to face her, a chuckle in his voice and a Cheshire grin spanning
his adoring face.
The slamming door drew wind through Lee's hair as she replied,
"We'll see in a few hours, husband of mine. We'll
see."
*****
She had really piqued his interest now. Lee paced back and forth
pondering the implications of that comment till he decided to change into
something else, as well. He made quick work of removing what
remained of his wedding attire and slid into a pair of deepest green, silk
boxers. He sat on the edge of the bed clasping and unclasping his hands
for what seemed like an eternity.
*****
Amanda was spending her own eternity in the bathroom. It was daunting to
think of herself as the one woman who had to keep Lee Stetson happy when so
many others could not. She readied her body quickly then sat on the
edge of the big bathtub and prepared her mind to embark on her most awaited,
most important journey.
*****
Finally, Lee looked up and saw the door handle begin to slowly turn. This
was it. Suddenly, he could not breathe. It had been so long in
coming. This moment had been building up in his mind for months. At
last, it was here and he felt he was about to die of a heart attack. He
had to consciously remind himself to take each breath.
Out of the darkness stepped a vision beyond anything he had ever dreamed.
She was an angel... a goddess... she was life itself. The truth was
she was the absolute love of his life, his wife, revealed to him as never
before. Her hair was down in soft curves around her long graceful neck
and her face beamed. She wore only her wedding rings and a small,
angelic, white negligee that was more like an enchanting whisper than a
garment. 'Breathe... breathe... breathe.' His head surely had
reached straight into heaven, or he was about to pass out, fore she was a
vision, not something that could exist in the reality of this world. No
person could possess such spiritual grace in such a small frame.
He had seen so many bodies so similarly attired and similar of form. He
had merely used their skin to bury his secrets. Amanda, though, was
completely different. She seemed to be of another design… an
angel-possibly, his most earnest prayer-certainly. He was free with her.
He would be free within her.
It was not just her lithe body that had him in this trance; it was her, all of
her. It was simply radiating from her body. Her soul was glowing
off her supple, lightly bronzed skin. He felt like he could see every
measure of her existence. 'Breathe...breathe...breathe...'
Finally, his heart eased its grip on his vocal cords. His glossy eyes began to
swell as his mantra formed upon his lips. "Amanda." It
was a sincere and serene invocation. His heart was barely able to let it
out as a tear began to stream down his flushed cheeks. It had hit him
that this person, his most beloved, was the one who would stay with him for the
rest of his life. She was his permanent companion. The core of
loneliness was forever gone. He would keep nothing of himself from her.
*****
The sound of Lee's strained voice brought a tear to Amanda's eye, as well.
She had been standing in the doorway letting her husband drink her in as
she admired his choice in attire. She loved him in green and seeing him
on their honeymoon bed, wearing only a pair of dark green, satin boxers was a
sight to behold. She had been rendered speechless. His body was
always something she had admired, but now, here, he was an Adonis. Every
muscle was perfectly toned and held so nicely by his silken skin. She
admired his massive form. So much larger than herself, she always felt
secure when near this man. Now and always, she was safe with him.
Not only was it physical safety, but also safety of her heart. He would
protect her and share with her, always. She moved toward him as if in
slow motion, the significance of this night felt in her every molecule.
Bridging the distance between them, Amanda stood directly in front of
Lee. He was still sitting on the edge of the bed staring at his
bride with a sole tear track staining his cheek.
*****
"Lee," she whispered softly and held out her hand to him.
"Amanda." It came out just as softly and reverently as before.
He took her hand in his and drew her closer still.
"Lee," She knelt before him and wiped his cheek, staring
directly into his eyes. "I love you." She knew she
should not say more. She could not say more. Looking into his
fervent eyes, the magnitude of the day flooded her senses too.
"I love you." They spoke together. A few tears streamed down
their faces, each drop a testament to the sanctuary each had become to the other
and the import of the vows they had just shared.
Lee guided his bride up from the floor and then down upon their ceremonial bed.
This was how it was supposed to be. Everything each felt for the
other was pouring from them at every place it could find escape. Their
tears mixed as they kissed with profundity. Steam arose as they slowly
caressed each other. Lee held Amanda's face in his hands. She lay
gazing into his eyes and felt the only sign of her existence in this reality
was the reflection she saw in his glossy pupils. He held her there
staring intently, memorizing every freckle, stopping at each one, consciously
cataloging it away in his swimming mind. He lost his count as Amanda
pulled his head down and began to kiss his succulent lips. It began
softly and slowly. Soon, Lee opened to her and Amanda drew his upper lip
into her mouth suckling and flitting her tongue across it slowly, savoring each
second. Lee responded in kind. Each action was studied and
unhurried as they kissed. Their tongues now darted in and out of each
other's mouths, heightening the passion. As their lips joined them
together in intense thirst, their hands began to move in smoldering circles
over every inch of skin even remotely reachable. They deftly undressed each
other without forethought. Their actions took them from moment to
moment.
This journey was one to be savored with all the piety it deserved. Time
seemed tilted off its axis as they explored one another. Their senses were
heightened as never before. Her hair was thicker and softer than it had
ever been. Without the restraints of clothing between them, his arousal
pressed into her felt much more powerful than it ever had in the past.
Her skin was softer. His eyes more green. Her breasts more
alert. His buttocks seemed more... well, there just seemed to be more of the
luscious flesh to grab hold of. All their nerve endings were awake and at
attention, saluting the majesty of this coming together of mind, body, and
spirit.
At the culmination of this event they stared into one another's eyes.
It was the first time they truly shared everything. There
were no more secrets. Permanently locked into each other,
they were living pure honesty. Together they glided off the precipice of
desire into the calm air and warm security of eternity.
Bliss was theirs. They had taken the final step to forever. Locking
their pinky fingers together, they snuggled and tranquilly drifted off into
hours of untainted slumber.
*****
Out the window, at a great distance, dawn was waking. Fiery reds crossed
with cheery yellows to fight with the shades of night. Rapiers of
gold increasingly shot out into the ever-decreasing darkness, demanding
retreat. Victory would soon be claimed and the secrets of the night would
be exposed by glimmering rays of light.
The end... of their beginning...
