First Murdoch Mysteries and I don't know. Be kind? But truthful, because I'm only going to get better if you guys give me a hand.
"William!"
Every muscle clenches, colours pass before her eyes and she thinks maybe she hears him groan. Everything goes white and all her brain can do is remind her to breathe as the pleasure floods her body. Eventually, her fingers release the sheets – they've cramped, she realizes, because it takes her some time to manage it – and her body relaxes.
"Oh, William."
He's grinning up at her from where he's rested his chin just below her bellybutton. For a good Catholic man – and he is because they've waited so long for this moment – he certainly knows her.
She laughs a little, her head tilting back into the pillows, her curls spread around her head. The beautiful, intricate style Emily had worked so hard on is a mess, she can feel the pins beneath her head where they've come loose, but she cannot care. She does not care. It's her wedding night after all, hers and Williams, and it's already so much better than her night with Darcy.
"Where did you learn-" She lets the sentence trail off as she looks down at him again, feeling the way his broad hands bracket her hips. How considerate, she thinks absently, that he's letting her recover. Again. Never had she realized just how wonderful his legendary restraint would be in this setting.
"I read," he says, his voice low. It makes her shiver with aftershocks and he watches her body react like he's never seen her before. "Julia."
She whimpers, her fingers tightening in the sheets again, her eyes fluttering closed. She still wants him, still needs him. "William."
He presses his mouth to her skin, sliding up her body with the lightest of brushes. Her body rocks against him without her conscious permission. It's just been so long and as many times as they'd gotten carried away, it had never been like this.
He's finally hers. And she's finally his.
She kisses him with abandon, wraps her arms around him and makes the promise with her body that's she's already made with her head and her heart.
Forever.
I feel like I should tell you guys that this was a bit of a battle? I honestly can't decide if Murdoch's Catholicism would keep him and Julia from sex long before this. Part of me says yes, because he's questioned that faith when it comes to Julia so very often, but then he has this unequivocal belief that makes me wonder if he'd wait. And then of course there's the question of whether or not they'd do anything before hand.
So I don't know.
Reviews would be darling. I don't usually ask, but as my first MM, I'm a little nervous? Maybe it's just because I don't really think that my head canons are fully developed when it comes to these two.
Thanks in advance!