Chapter 7


The months had rolled by quickly. Dresses were fitted, altered and finished. Suits were ordered, fitted and finished. Reservations were made. Friends and family from all over were invited and RSVP'd. A banquet hall was reserved and was now waiting patiently with the caterer's on hand. The church was filled with guests and the music had begun. A groom waited nervously as the doors slowly opened and two mothers were escorted to their seats, one on each side. One by Lory Takarada and the other by his own father. Next came the bridesmaids escorted by their counterparts, all lining up by height. Kanae with Yukihito, and Chiori with Marshal. The ring bearer accompanied Maria as the flower girl, a Kotonami male and the heiress to the Takarada Dynasty. Lory's eyes were flooded with tears from everything that was happening around him. The wedding party was dressed to the nines in sapphire and light blues. Roses, Stephanotis, and Sweet Peas, symbolizing: Love, Marital Happiness, and Lasting Pleasure laced throughout the large room with their fragrant scents, setting the mood for the occasion.

Finally, the bride was escorted by her new step-father, Susumu Todoh. Kuon's eyes went wide as he watched his bride approach in a dress that could only be described by him as something that would be quickly removed shortly after the ceremony, {but for the readers I will describe it}. The white silk flowed over her curves like liquid to hug her closely and finally flow out from the bottom in a long white trail of lace and silk behind her, beaded with pearls and little sparkling rhinestones that shimmered with her every move, giving the effect of little water droplets. Her arms were covered in lace and the neckline was modest, but it was the plunging back of the dress that caught his attention as it fell just far enough down her back to reveal the little tantalizing dimples just before her pert derrière. His only thoughts as he inwardly groaned in agony? There was no way she was going to leave Los Angeles a virgin. He surmised that their bed would definitely need to be replaced when they got back, because he was breaking it tonight. A bead of sweat surfaced as his thoughts ran rampant and he fought to control his more lusty side in front of their friends and family.

He had planned on the most modest and chaste kiss, but as soon as his hand felt the bare skin of her delectable lower back, it turned into something a bit more primal and hungry. She wasn't helping the situation with the soft whimper of long awaited pleasure. He felt Yukihito pat him on the back and remind him that they had onlookers. Both pulled away, blushing furiously as the priest introduced them as the newly married couple and congratulated them. Only three more hours and they could finally be alone. All they had left was the wedding reception, then they could go home and enjoy each other before they had to catch their plane in 24 hours.

The limousine ride on the way to the reception was the most grueling test to his self control that he had ever had to endure in his entire life. He was a bear and she was the delicious honey sitting quietly in his arms. Oh how he wished that he could have stripped that dress off of her and taken her there on the spot, but they had their duties. He would and could wait the three hours of celebration, unless there was an empty broom closet and a little spare time. No... no, he would not do that to her. He wanted her first encounter to pleasant and memorable. He would not ruin this because he was an animal that wished to completely devour her. He shook his head at the naughty thoughts and scolded himself.

"Kuon, are you alright?" She asked a little worried.

He chuckled. "I'm fine Love. Just a little nervous." He admitted.

She relaxed completely. "Me too." She blushed and whispered.

He stroked her cheek and gently kissed her lips. Her admission helped him rein himself in. "We don't have to do anything you don't want, Sweetheart." He assured her and she blushed darker.

"I... I want to. I'm just a little nervous about it." She told him quietly as she worried her lower lip.

He held her closely and rubbed her arm as the limo came to a final stop. "Don't worry so much. I'll take care of you." He nuzzled her and kissed her temple.

She nodded and she did feel more relaxed. She felt more at ease with his assurances and his promise. Their door opened, he stood and helped her out and the festivities began.


The entertainment had been excellent, thanks to Lory and Kouki. The food had been personally picked and tested by Kuu and thanks to his black hole of an appetite, there were ample servings for everyone, out of fear that they would run woefully low. Pictures were taken by some of the best photographers in the world, thanks to Julie and thanks to several of their closest friends and supporters being directors, the wedding video collage was almost epic. Children laughed and played, female friends cried out of happiness and a little jealousy and mother's stood by proudly as they watched their son and daughter dance across the floor in each other's arms with love in their eyes. A best friend and Maid of Honor fought like an Amazon to keep hold of the bridal bouquet after she had caught it. A bride blushed at least 50 shades of red as her new husband knelt before her, ducked beneath her skirt, slid his hand slowly up her stocking covered thigh to her thong covered left cheek and she felt his lips nibble their way up to her garter, then remove it with his teeth after leaving a tiny love bite in its place on the inside. A Best Man would catch said garter in a fashion that would put any quarterback to shame and later would slide it up the very delectable leg of the Maid of Honor with the light touch and finesse of a master craftsman, which would later result in a very heated make-out session in the ladies powder room after four glasses of champagne.

Finally a bride was wrapped warmly in her matching white cape edged with fur and escorted to the limo by her new husband where they would be carried home to rest and enjoy the spoils of their long awaited victory over being alone.