Quick Info~

Hey, loves! Chapter 7 is here and I will warn you THIS ONESHOT IS RATED M. If you don't want to read lemon/smut/sex, then please do not read this chapter as it contains just that. However, if you would like to read it, then please continue! :) I am dealing with Frey and Leon's first time together after marriage. I like to think that, while he can fluster Frey to bits, he has a difficult time with the whole sex thing. There isn't exactly a lot of time for that when you're frozen in time in Leon Karnak, you know? So yep. This is a smut fic, but it deals with emotions just as much as it deals with their physical relationship. Also, as cliche as the song is, A Thousand Years by Christina Perri is an excellent song to go along with this oneshot (hence the title, haha). I really hope you guys enjoy as I am nervous about posting this one and thank you again for all of the reading and reviewing!

Title: A Thousand Years

Rated: M (smut and adult situations/post marriage event spoilers)

Start~

Leon had no problem with marital customs. In fact, he was relieved when Frey explained to him that they weren't much different from the customs in his time. Living in Selphia from another age, he had grown used to watching the people he knew since birth grow up and get married. Selphia from the present had the same feel, except he and Frey were the first to take the plunge.

He carried her across the threshold and the feathers, roses, tulle, and other various materials on her dress that he had no name for threatened to suffocate him in the process. Her laugh filled the air as he kicked the door to her-no, their-bedroom. He set her down when they were safely inside, but she clutched to the lapels on his tuxedo and stared up at him with those big green eyes he had fallen so deeply in love with.

He stared back at her for a moment before he realized that the look she was giving him was not one of complete content, but one of expectance. While he had no problem with the ceremony of marriage itself, he had been a tease for far too long and found his cheeks heating at the mere thought of actually going through with what he had poked and prodded her about.

Unsure of how to get around the pending topic, he decided to not even bring it up and hoped that she would let it drop. "Well goodnight, love," he said, shifting uncomfortably in place, praying that she would simply crawl into bed with him and forget about the whole 'consummating the marriage' thing.

Frey shot him a momentarily quizzical look but it quickly softened. "Leon, you don't have to be afraid anymore. We're together forever now. It's okay."

He knew exactly to what she was referring and just the thought of it made his stomach flip flop nervously. Teasing her to the point of no return was one thing, but this was something entirely different. This was the real thing. He had no excuses anymore.

His eyes widened in surprise and she lazily wrapped her arms around his neck. The fluffy strap on her wedding dress hung dangerously off her shoulder.

"You're seriously tempting me right now," he whispered, letting out a long, lustful sigh.

Frey took a step back and shrugged out of the sleeves on her dress, her cleavage prominently displaying itself for her new husband. "That's kind of the point of the wedding night," she said, laughing in a manner that made her chest rise and fall bouncily.

Leon let in a sharp breath and turned away from her. The ache in the pit of his stomach was glowing warmly and suddenly his pants no longer fit properly. She was his wife so it was perfectly acceptable for him to have his way with her. She loved him and he finally, finally was able to say it back. So what was the hold up?

"Love, I have a confession," he blurted and immediately cursed himself for saying it.

"And what's that?" Frey asked and Leon could tell from her tone of voice that when he turned around again, she would be much more...exposed...than she was before.

"I have a lot of pride," he started, crossing his arms and still refusing to look at her. "So this is hard for me to say. As good as I am at teasing, that's where my experience stops."

He cringed, imagining Frey's smile drooping into an unsatisfied frown. The feeling of disappointing her already was too much to bare and, although he prepared himself to have a hole the size of a baseball in his heart, he opened his eyes to finally look at her.

In all of her beauty, Frey stood in only her undergarments before him. Her milky white skin, flushed with nervousness and heat, lacked no evidence of disappointment. Instead of frowning, she was beaming at him with a look of love that he never thought he would see after Maria.

She walked up to him and placed her hand on his cheek gently. "I love you," she said. "That will never change. You don't have to be nervous because I'm just as inexperienced as you are. We vowed our love for each other today in front of everyone we know. Leon, you're the one I want to be with forever. You're the one who was meant for me from the beginning and that is worth more than all of the experience you think you need."

His eyes softened at her words and he pulled her in for a kiss. His lips were soft against hers and she felt the tension release from his body. He tangled his fingers in her hair and he pressed her closer to him.

As he began to back her up against the bed, she fumbled with his tie and collapsed onto the sheets. He hovered over her, smiling at her as their hearts beat in a synchronized rush. She popped open the buttons on his tuxedo, biting her lip in concentration as he shrugged it off.

"I love you, Frey," he whispered next to her ear.

Clothing hit the floor in a heap as the room began to heat with their increased motion. He planted kisses all over her body, her soft skin silky smooth against his calloused hands. He ran his hands up her thighs and hesitated as his fingers grasped the lacy fabric of her underwear. She sighed happily and he found himself grinning once more. Damn, he loved her so much.

The panties slid off easily and joined her bra and his clothes on the floor. Even though the air in the room was warm, Frey shivered at her exposure. The smell of vanilla honey perfume and Leon's cologne mixed in the air above them.

He positioned himself above her and began to trace circles around her hardened nipples with his finger. She squirmed at his touch and he chuckled, feeling the fire in his stomach ignite in a way that it never had before.

Sucking, biting, squeezing, and caressing. Moaning. Heat.

"L-Leon," she breathed as his lips met hers in a heated race, his tongue twirling around hers.

Her center was warm and wet for him as he pulled away from her lips and inserted his fingers inside of her. Her hot flesh pulsing around his fingers was enough to drive him insane. He teased her to the edge, her whimpers becoming more and more prominent as she left herself defenseless against his touch.

"You will be the end of me," he said, his voice hazed and husky with lust.

She sat up and gave him the same coy smile that he had previously mastered. His eyes widened as she let her fingers trace down his chest and into his pants. The faint sound of the zipper coming undone was muffled in comparison to the gasp of relief he let out when she had her hand on him. She hesitated and he gave her the same loving smile she used to reassure him. Gently cupping his hand around hers, he showed her exactly how to move.

While she was no expert by any means, the noises of satisfaction erupting from Leon's mouth was enough to let her know that she was heading in the right direction. She wasn't sure how long they had gone on like that, but the aching in her arm and wrist was building and she hoped that he would be able to finish soon. But before he got a chance, he placed a shaking hand on top of hers.

"Stop," he panted. "I'm not done yet."

She looked at him knowingly and laid back down as he lifted her hips towards him. Slowly but surely, she felt him push himself inside of her. She grimaced for one moment, then two, and when the initial pain and shock had faded, a wave of pleasure washed over her. His movements were slow at first, allowing them both to get used to the sensation.

She found herself gripping the sheets, her manicured fingernails scraping against the fabric as he sped up. His abs glistened with sweat as they flexed with every thrust and he threw his head back, moaning a variety of colorful words. As she began to reach her peak, his name rolled off her tongue breathily, over and over as she writhed beneath him.

As she contracted around him, she felt his hot liquid jet inside of her. His hands clenching and unclenching the sheets next to her head as she curled her toes with the release of their combined pleasure.

He collapsed beside her, careful not to crush his new bride. Their chests heaved as they stared at the ceiling. If Leon could've made coherent thoughts, he would've remembered the first time that they met. When she saved him. Those big green eyes that he had the thrill of looking into every day since that first day. The way they would light up whenever he would approach her and all of the love they held even when he was unable to find the words to express how he felt.

If Frey could make coherent thoughts, she would've remembered the first time they kissed. The way the pleasant spring had allowed her to bring him the ripest strawberries of her harvest. She would've remembered his surprised eyes when she smashed a berry against his lips and beat him at his own game. That feeling in the pit of her stomach when she knew that he was different than any other person she'd ever meet.

And if words could somehow express how they were feeling in that moment, they would recall how much they had been through to make it to this point. She would tease Leon about not wanting to marry her and he would pull her into his arms and tell her how much of a mistake that decision was.

But words and thoughts could not be filtered through the bond that now held them together. An invisible cord made of the strongest type of material now tied their lives as one. No matter how many years it took him to find her, she was here in the present and that was all that mattered.

"My beautiful bride," he chuckled, turning on his side and tucking a stray strand hair behind her ear. "To think I waited over one thousand years for this."

"Was it worth it?" she asked quietly, closing her eyes in content and snuggling up next to him.

"It was worth every second," he murmured, pressing his lips to her forehead and settling in with her.

All of his fears, anxieties, and qualms about love were only a distant memory as he held the very essence of love in his arms. The stableness of her breathing as she slept on his chest lulled him into dreams and satisfied the previously unquenchable fire within him.