The Charred Remains

Chapter 10: This Is Our Beginning

A/N: I'm so sorry this took so long, but I got laid up with Bronchitis, and then I truly thought I was going to die. It was horrible. I am much better now so I will update a lot quicker! There is also smut in this chapter and it is also rather a long chapter. This is also the last letter. More notes to follow at the end of this chapter! Also, you should all be happy to hear, I have the next three chapters written, they just need to be betaed! Please excuse any mistakes, I went through this as carefully as possible since my two gorgeous betas are very busy ladies, so any mistakes within are all my own!

My Dearest John,

This is the letter I have been working towards. I know it's been a bit of a journey, and I know you didn't heed all of my requests that you rest after each letter, but I find I don't much care about that now. Following is what I have proudly labeled the happiest day of my life; our wedding day.

Now I know this letter may still come as a shock to you John, but I want you to know, that when we see each other again, I do not expect you to be so accepting of me. I have readied myself for nearly any scenario when I come to see you again. I do not expect us to be how we were in these letters, so I want you to know that there is no pressure at all. Please remember all of this John, because you are the most important part of my life, and I am prepared to do whatever it is I have to in order to have you back.

We spent seven months engaged. I was surprised at how involved I wanted to be in planning the wedding. You were a pushover when it came to the wedding, citing that you just wanted to marry me while the rest was just an added bonus. I took many liberties in creating a beautiful ceremony, nothing too flowery or feminine, but something that would be memorable to the both of us. Now, I say wedding, but since same sex marriage hasn't been legalised in London yet, what we partook in was a civil union. No matter the name John, what we were participating in that day would mean no less to me, and I'm confident you felt the same way.

June seventh was the day we chose to bond ourselves together.

We had agreed on a small, intimate wedding held in a small country church, the church in the village where your grandfather's farm is located. You were once close to your grandfather, helping him on his farm to escape your father when he was alive. You fell in love with the countryside. I wanted you to feel close to your grandfather, so I booked the church in his village.

The morning of our wedding my mother insisted we stick to traditions, even though we were both males. You spent the night at the old farmhouse with your sister and a few friends. My mother, brother, and a few family friends stayed with me at the Inn. It was near torture not being with you the night before we would be wed. I endured it the best I could, even with my brother's awful stag party. I couldn't wait until the morning to be rid of all these imbeciles and to just have you. I could only hope that you were faring better than myself with your own situation, though knowing Harry, I'm sure she put you through the ringer. I never learned what you lot got up to before our wedding night; you refused to talk about it, though you reassured me nothing too horrible happened.

I trusted you, so I never pushed the subject.

The next morning came slowly. I woke well before the sun had risen, nerves making me feel jittery. I could only imagine you must be feeling the same way. Our wedding day is a day I had resigned myself to never expect in my life. I never thought I would ever find someone I would want to spend my life with. I had paced my room while the sun rose, nearly exhausting myself as I churned through all the thoughts, doubts, second guesses, and memories of the two of us; our past, present, and future. I did, for only a second mind you, think of running away.

I was hit with the sudden thought of my future consisting of my life with you. I started to get a bit scared. I didn't know if I could accept sharing the rest of my life with someone, but then I remembered that someone was you. I then thought of what my life would be like without you, and all I could feel was a sharp pain through my chest. That's what convinced me I could go through with this. I love you John, and I was not going to do something so pedestrian as run away from my wedding when I was going to link myself to the only person I love for the rest of my life.

With a smile on my face, I went into the bathroom, humming a Vivaldi tune under my breath. I started to put myself together for the wedding that would be taking place in a matter of hours. I had been in the bathroom near an hour when I heard someone knocking on my door. I figured it was my mother collecting me for breakfast, so I threw a towel around my waist to open the door.

"Give me a minute mum, I'll be dressed soon," I said as I pulled the door open, only to be gob smacked because you were standing on the other side, looking a bit ruffled by sleep.

"Morning…almost husband," you greeted in a hoarse whisper, stepping into the room and kissing the corner of my mouth.

I grinned, shutting the door behind you. I turned to follow you into my room only to watch you immediately lie down on the bed. You made a content humming noise as you burrowed your head into my pillow.

"I slept like shit without you," you stated, your impossibly bright blue eyes cracking to look at me, a lazy smile curling your lips.

I grinned at you, moving to the vacant side of the bed to crawl in next to you. I slipped my hand under your white sleep shirt, gently caressing the planes of your slightly rounded stomach. I nuzzled into your neck.

"Hmmm, it's bad luck for us to see one another on our wedding day…before the wedding," I teased, placing an open mouthed kiss along the tight chords of your neck, my arm tightening its hold around you.

"We're not a bride and groom you berk. That rule doesn't apply to us. I wanted to make sure you were still here," you turned your head to look at me, the light from the window turning the blond locks atop your head a shimmering gold.

"Nonsense John, I'd never run from this day with you. You're about to be mine, only mine. I would never pass up a chance to show that off," I murmured, ducking my head to place a slow, closed mouth kiss to your lips.

"Mmm yes, anything to further demonstrate your possessive personality is right up your alley. I should have known," you said, yawning as you brushed your nose along mine, your lips brushing over mine too.

"Thought you knew me better Johnny boy," I teased, using teeth this time when I kissed you, gently nibbling your lower lip, my favourite way to gain entrance.

You giggled, letting my tongue seek out yours in a play of dominance for a few heated minutes before you pulled back, your hands holding either side of my face as you gazed into my eyes.

"I know you better than I think you know yourself," you purred, ducking in to claim my lips in a kiss.

I groaned, rolling over so that I was on top of you, my arms bracing me on either side of your head. I pressed my lips harder to yours, licking my tongue through your mouth, groaning as you sucked on my tongue. I felt your blunt nails against my skin, a sweet nip of pain as you scratched along my back. I pulled my head back just slightly, the very edges of our lips still against each other.

"I believe you are ri—"

"Jim! Oh Jim darling," oh god…I forgot my mother was coming to my room that morning. I could have slapped you for the grin on your face as my cheeks turned to burning pools of red.

"Jim darling, how will you greet your mother now?" you snarked, jutting your hips up to remind me of your, as always, impressive hard on.

I growled low in my throat, "I will kill you," before quickly jumping from the bed, taking the sheet with me to intercept my mother at the door to keep her from seeing you in my room.

I glared once more as I heard your giggle before pulling the door open to greet my mother, who immediately smothered me in a hug.

"There you are, and you're starkers! I thought you'd be dressed by now," she scolded, pushing past me to have a look around my room, no doubt searching for you.

"Mum, please, wait in the hall while I finish dressing for breakfast. Then we can come back here and you can fuss all you like," I said, attempting to shoo her away from venturing further into my room.

"I gave birth to you son; you haven't got anything I haven't seen already. I used to clean all your bits for you anyways. Drop the sheet and get some clothes on," she demanded, her tone brokered no arguments, but the smile ever-present on her face spoke of her true feelings.

I also couldn't help but flush at her remark, pulling the sheet even tighter to myself, "Mum!" I scolded rather lamely, but turned on my heel and went to the bathroom. I dropped the sheet and proceeded to pull on a pair of tracksuit trousers with a white tee shirt.

"God Jim, your mum will be the death of me."

I jumped, knocking my comb from the counter when I heard you speak from behind the shower curtain.

"Jesus Christ John!" I gasped, grabbing the curtain and ripping it back so I could glare at you.

You curled your arms around your stomach, doubling over to laugh as quietly as you could. I pulled the curtain shut once more, leaving you alone as I exited the bathroom. You really can be such a child sometimes John…but it just endears me that much more to you.

By the time I got back to my room you were gone. I did find a quickly scribbled note from you though, which just made me smile. I folded it and put it in the breast pocket of the jacket for my tux. I looked at the clock on the table next to the bed, which told me I had about an hour to get ready.

It is quite spectacular how quick time can run out when you're getting ready for the biggest day of your life. I felt like it had been mere minutes since I'd last seen you when my mother and brothers came in to hurry me from my room. They had a car waiting at the kerb to the Inn. They shoved me into it, my mother accompanying me as it pulled away towards the small church.

There is a lot of drivel I could add at this point in the letter, but it's all unimportant. Everything I could say here still leads to the inevitable moment where we stand before the minister and pledge our lives to one another. The moment we exchanged vows was the happiest I had ever felt. You were mine, and I yours. You looked devastatingly handsome in your Army dress outfit; while you assured me I looked utterly smashing in my pristine, white tuxedo. The rest of the night passed in a blur of alcohol, relatives, dancing, shouting, some fighting, and a whole mess of decorations scattered all over the hall we had rented. All in all, it was a typical wedding, but our wedding night only made it all the more better.

The most important part of the night is what followed when we were finally permitted to share a room at the Inn. We stumbled over each other up the stairs, giggling and interrupting the giggling with soft, sweet kisses. We finally made it to our door. We each propped ourselves against the doorjamb as I fumbled with the keys.

"Oh, I married a man who can't even open a door for his husband," you snarked, blue eyes glimmering in the low, hallway light.

I gave you a very pointed look, or rather I think I did, I'm not entirely sure as the champagne I consumed during the whole affair was wreaking havoc on my entire nervous system. "Well, you were the one…smart enough to marry me…husband," I snapped playfully.

A low growl emitted from your throat as you pushed off the wall, stumbling into me, your hands coming to twine into the soft hairs at the back of my neck. Your breath smelled of champagne and sweet cake. I grinned, leaning forward to nip your bottom lip, "And look, I'm smart enough to get this bloody door…open," I muttered, my voice husky now, my brain speeding ahead to the activities we were about to embark on as a married couple.

"Well look at that, I did make the right choice after all," you purred, spinning a little on the balls of your feet and dragging me across the threshold.

You slammed my back against the door, your hands branding to my hips, pinning me. You moved quickly, lips descending onto mine, pressing hard, tongue flicking out to seek entrance into my mouth. I opened to you, my own tongue pressing against yours, swirling and tasting, a low moan sounding between us.

"Husband of mine, we should move this to the bed," your voice was a few octaves lower and connected right to my cock.

I made some sort of inhuman sounds, my hips jutting forward, yours meeting mine in the small space between us, "Bed, yes," I agreed readily, winding my arms around your waist, starting to walk us towards the bed.

You nuzzled into my neck, your teeth gently nipping, pulling sounds out of my lips. At one point, I felt you lick a stripe up to behind my ear where your teeth scraped along the sensitive skin there. I shivered, my fingers stuttering in their hold against your suit jacket. I growled then, realising all the layers that lie between me and feeling just you. I looked up, seeing the bed right behind you so I pushed you roughly down onto the duvet.

"God you look divine," I growled, shrugging out of my jacket. I folded it and set it on the chair next to the table across from the bed. I looked up, you were supporting yourself on your elbows, the grin on your face; positively devilish. Your tongue poked out, wetting your lips.

"I'm waiting for you…Mr. Moriarty-Watson," you purred, scooting back some to make room for me.

The corners of my mouth curled. I started to slowly unbutton my shirt, walking towards you. I came to stand between your legs, my shirt easily falling from my shoulders to pool on the floor. I saw the way you eyed me before settling your gaze on my crotch. Really quite obvious John, but it hurried me along anyways. I unbuttoned my slacks, shimming them down my hips, letting them fall the rest of the way down my legs before stepping out. I could already feel my cock aching for you.

"Jim, you're really playing with fire…don't play coy anymore love," you growled, a fierce look flashing in your deep blue eyes.

I chuckled, pulling my pants down before crawling over you. I braced myself above your prone body, grinning hungrily down at you. Your hands came up to gently stroke along my sides, causing a shiver to prickle my skin.

"I'll play with you for as long as I like love, and right now you are wearing far, far too many clothes," I growled, lowering my head to nip at your lips, urging them to plump up before tilting my head and covering your mouth with mine.

I swallowed a moan as your tongue came into my mouth, caressing my palate, sliding over my teeth, flicking to drink me in. I hallowed my cheeks, sucking gently on your wet muscle before pulling my head back. I slid one hand up over your chest, pulling your dress shirt from your trousers so that I could streak my palm under to feel your skin. I loved the tight, smooth feel of you, sometimes interrupted by course curls.

"You'd best do something about these clothes then Mr. Watson-Moriarty," you growled, moving your arms to rest below your head, smugly looking up at me.

I nearly snarled at you before catching myself at the last second so as not to ruin your dress shirt. I hurriedly undid the buttons. I pushed it down your shoulders, glaring at you before you pushed up and threw the shirt to the floor. I took advantage of your slightly raised position to violently pull your undershirt over your head. I pushed you back down, shimming along your naked torso, lowering my head to gently caress your collarbone with my breath.

You shifted below me, your breath beginning to stutter from your lips. I placed my lips against the flesh covering the spot where your neck gently slopped into your shoulder. You shivered, I grinned, opening my lips very slowly to taste your skin. I flicked the tip of my tongue into the little groove. I felt you arch your back, your chest coming into contact with my own. I pressed down against you, my lips dragging along your shoulder, nipping, licking, sucking, and kissing down towards your clavicle.

It surprised me, the first time we'd slept together, how receptive you were and how sensitive your body was to my ministrations. I could play you liked a well-tuned instrument. It made my blood sing. I closed my lips around your left nipple, laving my tongue against it to coax it into a pert peak within my mouth. I gently closed my teeth around it, pinching it slightly. You stuttered out a gasp above me, your back leaving the bed to press closer.

"Jesus Christ Jim," you groaned, fingers digging into my scalp as you fought to keep control over your body.

I pulled my teeth over your nipple, grinning up at you. I moved up, capturing your lips into a heated kiss while one hand skimmed down your chest. Your muscles were deliciously tight, straining against your skin, begging to be touched. I rubbed your erection through the cloth of your trousers, a hiss emitting from your lips as your zipper dug into your cock. I leaned up then, straddling your waist, my cock jutting up, throbbing against my slim stomach. I reached down, stroking myself slowly.

"God you're gorgeous, and all mine," I murmured, circling my thumb over the head of my cock, collecting the bead of pre-cum.

"I want my trousers off now, or I'll revert back to my te-"

I didn't let you finish. I slipped off your body, popped the button on your trousers, then slowly…sinfully slow, I pulled your zip down. I looked up when you groaned your head flopping back to expose the thick, chorded length of your neck. My mouth watered.

"John," I breathed, a sudden wall of sentiment hitting me. I removed your trousers and pants before climbing back up your body, kissing a trail to your neck. I needed my lips and teeth on you. My tongue flicked out, your taste something I would never get enough of, not for as long as we would live.

The pale scar on your left shoulder, a starburst of white in a sea of tan, beckoned me. I hovered above it, licking my lips. You were so sensitive there. I lifted my gaze to your eyes, a feral look in them as I sunk my head down, tongue dipping right into the middle of the scar. The new skin there was smooth, its story was still being written. I groaned, my lips fitting over as much of the scar as they could. I shivered at the feel of your blunt nails scrapping against my scalp as you held me in place.

"J-Jim, God, please," you keened, hips jutting up, your cock slapping almost wetly against my hip.

I grinned against your skin before lowering my lips to your collarbone. I nipped across the length of the protruding bone, my tongue flicking into the small indent between both bones. I sucked a mark above your heart before continuing my trek down your body. I felt your muscles quiver beneath your skin whenever I grazed my fingers, lips, or tongue over you. I looked up, my chin at your navel, to see your still tanned skin glistening with beads of sweat. I turned my head down to nip at your skin, grinning as you hissed, your fingers curling into the sheets. I felt your cock throb against my chest.

"Christ, I didn't marry you to be tortured," you growled, bending your legs to further open yourself to me.

Finally taking the hint, I moved down, on my knees now between your stretched legs. When I glanced up at you, all I could see was your gaze…love and trust…well and a bit of lust, but those first two are the most important. No one, aside from my family, had ever looked at me with such trust and love. It nearly took my breath away. I smiled, leaning up to steal a soft, sweet kiss from your reddened, swollen lips. I groaned before pulling off and going back to where I was.

"No more torture my love, I promise," I whispered, bending now to let my moist breath caress your engorged member.

A bead of pre-cum had collected in the tip of your cock. I licked my lips, suddenly hungry for all of you. I flicked my tongue out, rolling the tip to collect the salty liquid. I heard you groan, the muscles of your stomach bunching with your restraint to keep your hips from bucking. I grinned at the sight before parting my lips, easing the head of your penis into my waiting mouth. Instantaneously my tongue wrapped around the mushroom shaped tip. I hallowed my cheeks, sucking you in, my tongue curled around your shaft. I traced the tip of my tongue along the vein on the back of your penis, flattening my muscle against your organ. I smoothed one hand up your calf, then through the soft hairs of your thigh. I scraped my nails along the inner part of your thigh before finally taking your balls into my palm.

You jumped just slightly when I pressed my thumb between them, rolling them slightly, their heat leaking into my palm. I swallowed all of you down then, your head hitting the back of my throat. I swallowed around you, squeezing your shaft. You whimpered; your hips stuttering as they lifted from the bed. I grinned, moaning around your cock, making you feel even more pleasure. It didn't take long for your hands to find my head once again, your fingers curling and pulling at my short strands.

I pulled my lips back up your shaft, teeth very gently scrapping along until just your head resided in my mouth. I lifted my free hand to stroke along your shaft while I sucked on your tip, drawing even more pre-cum down my throat. I flattened my tongue over the hole in your slit, my lips clamping down as I sucked you fiercely.

"Fuck! Jim! If you don't stop…I-I'm going to…f-fuck…I'm going to c-cum," I looked up to see the almost pained expression on your face as you fought to keep from cumming.

I pulled off of you with a pop, spittle and pre-cum making your cock and my lips shimmer in the muted light of our room. "I want you inside of me John," I sighed, crawling up to position myself over your rigid cock.

I held it at the base, guiding it towards my puckered hole. I looked up when you slapped against my thigh.

"Wha-? Jim…aren't…don't you have to prepare?" you stuttered out, a look of worry flashing in your cerulean eyes.

I smirked, "Not tonight…I've been waiting too long for this night John, I just want you and the burn of you as you enter me," I breathed, lowering my arse so that just the top of your head rested against my opening.

"Oh Jesus fuck Jim," you groaned, your head digging down into the pillow as your hands came to clasp down hard on my hips.

God I love when you're vocal. I didn't need any more initiative so I sank myself down, slowly, onto your cock. Fuck did it burn as I took you in dry, well with my saliva paving the way. It felt so fucking amazing. That slight sting caused my own cock to jump with pleasure. There was already a mess of pre-cum stuck to the course hairs that lead down my pelvis, but I didn't care about that, all I wanted was to fuck you. I missed you last night, and I couldn't help the neediness I felt as I began to ride you. I lost myself in the obscene sound of our flesh slapping together as I slammed down on you, and you surged up to meet me. I leaned forward, my hands curling, biting into the flesh above your pecs, my mouth hanging open as moan after moan was ripped from me.

"Oh fuck J-John," I groaned, angling myself just so, the head of your cock connecting with my prostate with each thrust into my hole. You felt to so amazing, so it's really no wonder that it didn't take either of us long to fall over the edge.

I didn't even have to touch myself, just the sheer pleasure of having you inside of me, the events of the day, and just knowing you and I were married had me spilling my seed over your stomach and chest. I fell forward, my hands catching me on either side of your head. I soon felt your own cock throb inside of me, your sticky liquid coating the insides of my walls. I couldn't hold myself up any longer. I collapsed against you, my own cum smearing over my chest as well. Your arms came up to wrap around me.

"Oh God, Jim…" you moaned, turning your head to bury your nose into the crook of my neck. I smiled faintly at the feel of your lips brushing against my skin.

"That was fuck…fantastic," I grunted, turning so that I could brush a kiss to your forehead, my body beginning to feel boneless.

You chuckled beneath me, the movement causing your cock to slip out of me. I shivered at the sensation, sighing as my eyes began to flutter. Everything from the day was catching up to me, making me feel heavy. It took a lot of willpower to peel myself away from you to stagger into the bathroom and grab a wet flannel. I cleaned myself up before coming back out to do the same to you. After we were both cleaned I wrapped myself around you, nuzzling into the soft hairs over your temple. I pressed another kiss there as you turned towards me. You tangled our legs together, your lips finding my forehead to press a kiss there before letting out a soft breath.

"That was amazing John," I murmured, my eyelids beginning to droop.

"It's always amazing you twat, but this was…it was better," you agreed softly.

I could hear the tiredness seeping into your own voice, so before we both fell asleep I nestled more comfortably into you and whispered very softly, "I love you John."

I felt your smile as you nuzzled into me, "And I love you Jim," your words were a mere breath, but they washed over me all the same.

From that night forward, I knew, as long as we had each other and our love, nothing could come between us. This accident, the memory loss you're currently suffering, those only serve to make us stronger. This letter serves to prove to you just how much we belong together and how much I need you. When you've finished this letter, and have gotten enough rest, then I will come and see you.

I love you John, and I am beyond excited to see you again. Get some rest. I will be seeing you very soon.

Love Always,
JM

A/N: So, let me know what you think? Also, I know there are only ten letters, but actually there are about twenty five. I might make this a series and post up random letters not included in this fic, but only if you guys are interested in that? Please let me know any thoughts or even suggestions for additional letters in a comment! Love you all so much!