The big moment was finally here. The toasts had been made, they had danced their first dance as husband and wife, all of their friends and family had given them their best wishes. They would be taking their honeymoon in New York City, but tonight, it was just the two of them in their house for the first time as husband and wife. Bobby parked the car in their driveway and pulled Krista out of the passenger's seat so quickly she could barely get her belt unbuckled, "Bobby. BOBBY!" she laughed as she attempted to keep up with his longer stride, a nearly impossible task in both heels and a wedding dress. He struggled to open the door, his nervous anticipation causing him to drop his keys in the process, "Bobby," Krista chuckled, covering her mouth.

Bobby picked up the keys from the ground and finally got the door unlocked. He scooped Krista into his arms and carried her over the threshold, "Welcome home, Mrs. Martin," he smiled. Of course, they had actually been living together for about six months, but now that they were officially married, it somehow felt even more special.

Krista smiled and kissed him, "Welcome home, Mr. Martin," Bobby placed Krista down on the floor and Krista made no hesitation to resume their passionate kissing, "So, Mr. Martin? Do you want to officially make me your wife?" she smirked into the kiss.

"Hey, it took me forever to make you mine. You don't think I'd back out now, would you?" he ran his hand up and down her back as he bit her lower lip affectionately.

"I thought so, but just checking to make sure," she grinned seductively, playing with a few of the buttons on his tuxedo. She unbuttoned the first few before he stopped her.

"I think we should take this to the bedroom, Krista Martin," he groaned.

"You're going to use my new name every chance you get, aren't you?" Krista teased.

"You bet I am, Mrs. Martin," grinned Bobby, scooping her into his arms and carrying her up the stairs. The couple reached their room and once Bobby had gently set Krista down on the bed, he crawled on top of her and kissed her passionately. He rubbed her cheek and smiled, "Happy wedding day, Krista."

Krista smiled back and whispered, "Happy wedding day, sweetheart. Now why don't you show me how much I mean to you?"

"Gladly," Bobby whispered in her ear, sending chills of anticipation down Krista's spine. Sure, they had made love plenty of times before, in this very bed even, but somehow, the thought of their first session as husband and wife made her even more excited. The couple resumed their effervescent kissing and Bobby slid his tongue against Krista's lips, silently begging for entrance. Krista allowed his tongue to slide into her mouth and soon, their tongues were dancing around each other in perfect harmony. Bobby nibbled her lower lip affectionately, "I love you Krista," he moaned.

"Then show me," she whispered softly.

Bobby didn't say anything, but instead, gave her usual half-grin that made her legs feel like jelly and turned her on even more, "Gladly, Mrs. Martin."

He ran his hand along the seam of her dress. His hands silently begged for entrance under the fabric. Krista sat up so Bobby could reach the zipper of her dress, though he could only get it unzipped halfway due the positions they were in currently. Krista gave a mischievous smirk and rubbed her hands over Bobby's chest, "Tell you what? Why don't you unzip me the rest of the way and then I can change into something a little more appropriate for tonight."

Bobby groaned, already fantasizing of what he might see his beautiful wife wearing in a few moments, "If you insist," they both stood and Bobby unfastened Krista's dress the rest of the way, slightly disappointed that her bra and underwear weren't overly revealing. He knew it would be worth the wait though. If it was once thing he had learned about Krista Ivarson, no, Krista Martin over the years, it's that she was always full of surprises, "Take your time, because I'm sure it'll be worth the wait."

"Oh you can bet on it," she smirked and disappeared into the bathroom. Bobby didn't really know whether to undress or stay in his tux, but soon, he decided to undress since his tux was getting a little uncomfortable and he figured his pants would become a little…tight in a few moments. Bobby stripped down to his underwear and paced, really regretting the fact that he told Krista to take her time. He knew they both wanted this night to be special, but damn, she was taking her good old time getting ready. He finally knocked on the bathroom door, "Krista, is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I'll be out in a minute!" she called from the other side.

"Alright," sighed Bobby. He was getting a little impatient. He just wanted to be making love to his beautiful woman already. Making him work hard and wait for things was certainly one of Krista's strong suits. It might even be natural born talent, who knows? He finally heard the bathroom door open and Krista clear her throat loudly. He turned around to face her and his eyes widened when he focused on his new wife in front of him, "Whoa!"

There she was, clad in nothing but a black chemise. It barely covered her figure as he could see most of her breasts pretty clearly. The bottom of the nightgown barely reached mid-thigh, and he was pretty sure she wasn't wearing any underwear, "Bobby," she sing-songed, raising an eyebrow, "Are you going to say something?"

He had no clue why he was at a loss for words. It's not like it was their first time having sex with each other and they had screwed in this very room plenty of times before tonight. Hell, they had even gone through a honeymoon period when they first moved in together right after they had gotten engaged. Seriously, they had been going at it like rabbits every night, sometimes twice a night. It's not like tonight was new territory.

But in some ways, it was. Tonight, they would have sex and it would officially consummate the marriage. They would officially be husband and wife. And somehow, that made him want her even more, because she would be officially his. And that was the best feeling in the world, "Wow, Krista, you look…" Bobby trailed off.

Krista sashayed over to him and laid a hand on his bare chest, rubbing it over his toned muscles. God, was he sexy. She really was the last person at Arctic Air that figured out they were destined to be together, but she wouldn't change it for the world. At least they were here now about to become husband and wife, "Well, Mr. Robert Martin, there's only one thing left for you to do to make me your wife," she teased.

"What's that?" he asked. He knew what, but he wanted to hear her say it.

She stood on her tip toes to reach his height better and whispered in his ear, "Fuck me."

Bobby groaned, "Prepare for takeoff, Krista Martin."

The couple fell against the bed, practically attacking each other with a passion like no other. Bobby didn't waste any time preparing her either. Krista could feel against her abdomen that he was all ready to go, but all he usually had to do was think about her naked to get an erection, so it didn't surprise her in the least, "Just make sure your engine is revved up before you take flight, pilot," she affirmed.

"Oh, I plan on it," he smiled. Surprisingly, he usually didn't say much during sex, less their cheesy innuendo. They were both fairly certain that if anyone at Arctic Air got word of their most commonly used method of foreplay, then their co-workers would never fly with them again. They carried on their zealous smooching, Bobby also taking the opportunity to kiss her neck and collar bone, "I don't think I've seen you wear this before," he commented, running his pointer finger over the lace of the negligee.

"I bought it just for tonight. I wanted to wear something extra sexy so you'd really enjoy making me your wife," she smiled, "Now keep up that kissing and fondling. The engine is starting to get revved up."

"Yes ma'am," Bobby agreed, sliding his hands under the fabric of her sleepwear, cupping her breasts and squeezing them. He knew Krista was enjoying it by her moans and cries of pleasure and he hadn't even gotten to the good part yet, "You know I'm only just getting started," he teased. He liked to make her wait, just like she enjoyed doing to him. He circled her areolas, her nipples getting harder with each loop around them.

"Bobby," she moaned, "Don't…stop."

He gave her nipples a few twists before he dove for her chest, kissing along the lace and fabric of the nightgown. He was leaving wet spots, but Krista didn't care as they both knew the material wasn't going be in the way much longer. Krista's hands drifted down his physique and she reached under the waistband of his boxers, eliciting a moan of pleasure from her husband when she grabbed his cock, "Take them off," he said against her lips.

"Well good. You finally got the idea," said Krista, yanking Bobby free of his boxer shorts. Bobby helped Krista pull her apparel up over her head and he quickly put both of her eager breasts into his mouth. His tongue continued the same work his fingers had been and Krista dug her nails through his dark, brown hair. Bobby continued to kiss down her abdomen, letting his tongue run over her soft, bare flesh. He wanted to make sure he kissed every part of his beautiful girl, "Bobby," she moaned his name. Bobby finally reached her special area and he was just now noticing that he had been correct in his first assumption; she definitely wasn't wearing any underwear.

"It sounds like the engine is all ready to go, but I want to a final inspection before takeoff," he grinned again and Krista couldn't help but give a small smile as well. They really needed to get away from the tacky airline talk. Bobby dove down between her legs, provoking loud moans of desire from Krista. He found her clit right away; thankfully, he had improved on that aspect from their first time (whether that was high school, when they dated the first time, or when they officially got together and stayed together after she broke up with Tag, they didn't know. They had never really decided). Krista could feel the contractions building in her pelvic region and she knew Bobby could taste how satisfied she was right now.

"Bobby, I'm so close. So fucking close," she cried out. Bobby stopped his work with his mouth and played with her openings for several moments, letting her arousal soak his fingers. He brushed up against her clit and before he knew it, she was sweating, shaking uncontrollably, and crying out, "Oh yeah! Just like that! Damn, that feels so good!" Krista felt her orgasm build in her pelvis and rise up through the rest of her body, releasing all of the tension building up inside of her in one big wave. She was breathing heavy, but Bobby knew she wasn't done. She flipped him onto his back and groaned, "I need you to fuck me now!" It was official. They were in flight with no landing in sight. She stroked his cock from the head down the shaft, though he really didn't need any more stimulation. She straddled his lap and they kissed some more as she positioned herself, "Ready for takeoff?"

"Do you need me to get a condom?" he asked.

Krista shook her head, "No, I've been taking the pill religiously."

"Then all systems go, Mrs. Martin," he said, "Though I think one of us is already in the air."

She smiled seductively as she slowly sat on top of him, her walls tightening around him. Quite frankly, Bobby was used to Krista being on top at this point. She hated the missionary position. He figured it was his dear wife's need to be in control of things. But he didn't mind since her skills in the bedroom were almost as good as her skills in the air. She anchored her hand on the wall for support as she continued to grind against him. She could feel herself coming again and she could tell by the look in his eyes that Bobby was coming too, "Bobby…I can't…hold….back…much…longer," Krista whimpered.

"Don't hold back for me," Bobby muttered, "Just try to keep up your pace."

It wasn't long before Krista climaxed again, but she refused to stop until Bobby was satisfied. She felt him release his seeds inside of her, another wave of pleasure washing over her as it always felt good to her when he came. Soon, her arms and her legs couldn't hold her weight any longer so she gently flopped down on top of Bobby and then rolled over back to her side of the bed. They were both panting heavily, as they could both barely breathe. Finally, Bobby took a long, satisfied breath and smiled, "And the plane has successfully landed."

Krista shook with laughter. Leave it to Bobby Martin to attempt to bring humor into any situation. She didn't mind though. It was one of the many things she loved about him. She rolled over and kissed him, "You're such a jerk, you know that right?"

Bobby propped himself up on his right arm and said, "But I'm your jerk and now you're stuck with me. Forever," he held up his left hand and pointed to his wedding band.

Krista looked down at her own wedding rings, the diamonds on both her engagement ring and her wedding band glistening in the moonlight, "Yeah, I guess I am. But it took us forever to figure out something everyone else already knew, so I guess I'll keep you."

Bobby waited for Krista to finish in the bathroom before welcoming her back into his strong embrace. He could hear Krista's breath getting heavier and heavier as she drifted off to sleep. He kissed her temple and she stirred but didn't say anything, "Happy wedding day, Krista Martin. I love you."

She didn't say anything, so he figured she had fallen asleep completely until he heard her say, "Happy wedding day, Bobby Martin. I love you too."