A/N: I'm sorry updates have taken so long. After the make out session under the tree in the final episode, I knew there would be a flood of Maddy/Mark smut so I let it slow down a bit.

I had intended to wait and publish this all at once, but it's taking a long time so it will be in pieces. For those not wanting their smut interrupted, wait a while longer before reading this.

No beta so all mistakes are mine.

Maddy slid Mark's shirt off his well-muscled shoulders and down his perfectly formed biceps. She knew each muscle in his body by name from her studies but also because she'd either mapped them with her hands or her eyes. As for those hidden, her vivid imagination had pictured those too. Now I get to see and touch them for real.

She felt herself flush.

"What are you thinking?" Mark asked, his voice barely more than a whisper. His hands remained stationary on her sides while he let her touch his upper body. A shiver would go through his finely tuned body every few seconds and a few soft sighs. All of these signs of arousal made Maddy feel an intense coiling of muscles deep within her abdomen.

"That I'll finally find out what all those romance novels and my friends are talking about." She looked up to catch his eyes.

Mark smirked and moved his hands to her shoulders. "Those bodice-rippers as Carter calls them?"

"Can we not talk about Will Carter on our wedding night?" Maddy said with a laugh. "I'm sure he gave you a dissertation on how to please a woman, but I'd rather pretend that you figured it out on your own."

"Why Madelyn Reynolds did you just issue me a challenge?" Mark's eyebrows rose up his head and a shocked expression filled his face. "You doubt that I know how to pleasure you on my own?"

"You just said this would be awkward. We'll be trying to figure things out for the first time," Maddy said, emphasizing awkward. "You want this to be perfect, so I know you asked someone what to…"

Maddy was cut off as her husband cradled her face between his hands and pulled her in for a toe-curling, soul-searing kiss. His lips and tongue worked their magic with hers, increasing her arousal.

Mark's hands slid into her hair and used her tresses to tilt her head back. His lips blazed a trail along her jaw and down her neck. His tongue scorched the flesh it tasted.

"Mark! Oh, Mark, wha…" Her words were cut off because his mouth reclaimed hers.

The intensity of the kiss was there, but his lips moved at a slower pace now that he'd turned her into putty in his hands. His powerful hands slid down her spine, tracing it through the satiny material of her wedding dress.

Mark pulled back from her, panting in sync with her. "T-turn around," he directed.

Maddy's hearing was shot because of the blood pounding through her veins. The only sounds that permeated were the groans and moans of their passionate kissing. "What?"

He kissed her swollen lips and moved his hands to her shoulders, his thumb rubbing the skin of her collarbone as revealed by her low bodice. "Turn around."

"Why?" Maddy was quickly cooling off. She knew there were multiple positions for sex but never imagined that Mark wouldn't want to see her face the first time.

"Trust me," he said, his blue eyes seeking hers, pleading with her to have faith in him.

"Okay," she said and she turned so her back was facing her husband. "Do you want me to lie down or…" She stopped speaking and thinking when Mark undid one of the clasps holding her dress together.

Her husband carefully unhooked the delicate fastener; kissed the skin it revealed and repeated the process, pausing to unhook her lacy bra, all the way down her back. Maddy cried out when he ran his tongue up her spine, retracing the path of his kisses.

"I just thought of that on my own," Mark whispered into her ear before capturing her ear lobe.

"Okay. You obviously didn't need any advice," she replied as she spun around to claim his mouth.

Mark could barely breath after he tasted Maddy's flesh. He was so aroused that he was certain the seam between the legs of his pants was splitting.

When Maddy said that he needed guidance on how to please her, it spurred him to prove to himself more than Maddy that he could do something creative. Removing her dress and kissing a path across her back appealed to his practical nature – the dress had to come off – and his playful side – he'd love it if she licked every inch of his flesh. Wrong thought if you want to remain in control.

When she turned and claimed his mouth, he moaned. As soon as she kissed him and slid her hands around his waist, the dress fell below her breasts so they came into contact with his own naked chest.

Maddy gasped and started to pull back, but Mark's arms stopped her. He opened his eyes and looked down at his beautiful bride. Their chests were pressed together so he couldn't see her breasts, only the wonderful cleavage formed by their closeness. His eyes sought hers.

Her beautiful tawny eyes were the color of dark chocolate. Her skin was flushed a darker hue than normal and her luscious lips were swollen and wet. Everything about her spoke of her desire for him. That knowledge tempered the powerful arousal he had for her. Pleasing Maddy Reynolds was more important than his own pleasure tonight. Not that finally burying himself deeply in his bride wouldn't bring him more pleasure than he'd ever imagined.

"You're beautiful, Maddy." Mark gave her a gentle kiss. "And there is no way I'd ever think your breasts were anything less than perfect."

He moved back so their chests weren't fused any longer. The wedding dress had fallen so far down her arms that it was pooled around her lap. His eyes slid from her narrow waist up to her pert breasts. Mark's breath caught in his throat and his hands itched to grab her.

Slow down. You don't want to scare her.

His eyes met hers and he saw the shyness that he fell in love with in her eyes. Mark smiled and leaned in to kiss her. His hands slid down her back and up her sides.

When his fingers encountered the soft flesh of her breasts, he didn't stop like earlier. His hands continued until they engulfed her tender flesh. Both of them moaned and the intensity of the kiss changed.

As his hands stroked her, he felt her nipples hardening under his touch. The areolas puckered and begged for a more heated contact. Mark slid his lips along her jaw and down her neck, pausing to nuzzle a particularly sensitive spot behind her ear.

Maddy had somehow gotten her arms out of the sleeves of her dress and wrapped them unimpeded around Mark's neck. She kissed his cheek, jaw and finally settled for kissing along his strong shoulder while Mark continued his downward journey over her body.

His lips and tongue mapped a path he would follow again and again when they made love. Maddy's cries were getting louder as his mouth moved over the top of her breasts.

They both knew where he was going to end up, but the anticipation nearly undid him.

"Mark!" Maddy cried when his lips ghosted over her hardened nipple. His left hand continued to kneed the other. "Mark, it feels so good."

He smiled against her chest and kissed her breast a little harder. She squirmed and cried out. Mark could feel Maddy's heartbeat increasing.

Mark would never admit to his wife but he did get quite the explanation of how to please a woman from his best friend. The freshly promoted Sergeant found it nearly impossible to look at Will's wife at the wedding without his face burning.

Because of that conversation Mark had an inkling of what was going on inside Maddy's body and it excited him like nothing before. He gently but firmly pressed her back into the mattress. His mouth still ghosting over her sensitive breast.

"Mark! Oh, Mark," Maddy cried again and he had to give her what her body was craving.

Mark's tongue circled her right nipple and then he moved to the left breast. Her panting and writhing increased so he rested more of his body over hers, his leg landing between her own. Exerting a control over himself born from years of martial arts and fighting, he ignored his own erection, dying to be ground against the sweet body of his wife, and concentrated on Maddy.

His mouth finally sealed over her breast and his tongue lavished its full attention on the hard peak.

Maddy bucked beneath him, rubbing her core against his heavily muscled thigh. Her hands grabbed at his head, pulling at his short hair and squeezing his shoulders. His name became a mantra as Maddy felt the first waves of an orgasm wash over her body.

He longed to look at her face, but was content to listen to her cries as he continued his worship of her breasts. Finally her cries were so loud he had to do something about it and pulled his mouth up to cover hers.

She shuddered and moaned for a while after he left her breast so he continued to press his thigh against her and kiss her intensely. I gave Maddy her first orgasm. It was a heady rush unlike any he'd felt before. For once Mark understood the smiles that lovers shared, that secretive look that held both promise of things to come and gratitude for things that did.

When he pulled back to look into her flushed face and glazed eyes, he saw true beauty.

"That was… I can't… No words…" Maddy stammered as a shudder swept her thin frame.

"For once I made Maddy Shannon speechless."

"Reynolds," she said, her eyes narrowing.

"Maddy Reynolds. It will take some getting used to," Mark replied. "Sorry, but you've been my Maddy Shannon for the last two years."

"And I'll be your Maddy Reynolds for the rest of our lives," she replied, her arms tugging him to her eager mouth. "Let's do that again."

"Yes, ma'am," he growled as his lips claimed her. The competitive nature that was ingrained in him wondered how many of those he could produce on his wedding night.

TBC

A/N: Sorry to stop in the middle, but I'm still brushing off dust from not writing smut the last year.

For those of you reading my OC-centered story, Seeing the Light, there were some spoilers in here but I don't think they'll ruin the other story for you.