I want to thank the amazing beta, Giwu, for graciously editing & advising me on this chapter. I haven't written many sex scenes. I really wanted this one to be worthy of Jack and his reputation. Thank you, Giwu for making that happen, so tastefully.

December 23, 1979: 12:32 a.m.

The couple moved quickly to the waiting limousine. They carefully made their way through the shower of rice and across the icy sidewalk. The cars presence was a pleasant surprise, provided by their absent boss. D A Alfred Wentworth's way of wishing the couple well.

As the car left the curb, McCoy conferred with the driver. His bride removed off her heels and closed her eyes. Smiling as she reflected on the roller coaster ride, that had been their wedding day.

She almost laughed out loud, remembering her husband's face when Judge Stone referred to them as: Mr. and Mrs. John McCoy. The goofy grin. Goofy wasn't a word often used to describe Jack McCoy. But this time it applied . Goofy and sweet. Grinning from ear to ear. A look of sheer wonder and total bliss.

Her only regret was not having a camera. Knowing she was the reason for that look, meant more to her than any wedding ceremony ever could.

She felt the warmth of his hands rubbed her achy feet and opened her eyes.

"Getting tired?"

She shook her head as she opened her eyes. "I'm wide awake. Just thinking about my wonderful husband."

"You think I'm 'wonderful'?"

"I'll bet Judge Stone's staff thinks so, too. Sending the left over food and cake down to night court was the perfect-"

"We're alone now Liz," he snapped. "You can say it."

She shook her head again.

"Say what? Jack, I don't-"

"You're not angry? Or disappointed," he asked sullenly. "Maybe you should be. I appreciate what Judge Stone did. Still, it's not the kind of wedding you should have had. As for the reception…there was barely time to cut the cake and toss your garter. If I had just-"

"Stop it. Stop beating up on yourself. I swear, I think you're the one whose disappointed," she smiled and touched his cheek."Jack?"

"I adore you," he said earnestly. "I wanted the world to know it - or at least - our world."

She sighed as she removed her earrings, pressing them into his hand.

"Do you recognize these?"

He stared down at the delicate earrings, holding them up to the light.

"Nana's earrings," he said staring at her. "I thought...How-"

"They arrived this morning, along with this." She said handing him the envelope she had removed from her purse.

She watched his face go through a kaleidoscope of expressions, as he read the note from his sister. The words expressed the love and pride Jack's siblings had for their older brother, who had spent his childhood in the role of protector. A brother whose time for happiness was well over due. Wiping his eyes, he placed the note along with the earrings in his jacket pocket.

"The people that count, know Jack."

He pulled her to him, holding her tightly.

"I don't know what I did to deserve you," he whispered as he kissed her mouth.

Minutes passed before she gently pulled away from him.

"Besides, were getting to the part of the evening I was looking forward to the most," she said in breathless anticipation.

McCoy gave her a sideways glance as he pulled her back to him.

"Expecting me to live up to that reputation of mine are you, Mrs. McCoy," he asked suggestively.

The moment the porter closed the door, McCoy's mouth was back on hers. Wedding night or not, they had been lovers too long for any hesitation in their affections. The last several hours had been full of anxiety and now their bodies desperately needed and ached for each other.

"God, I love you," he said with a deep, contented sigh. "I thought this night was never going to end."

Elizabeth McCoy looked at her husband, as she moved the comma of dark hair from his eyes.

"I love you, too. Now that were alone at last, exactly what did you have in mind?" she asked teasingly.

Jack McCoy looked into the eyes of his bride and saw his own desires reflected back at him.

His hands pulled her to him, and he responded to her question with a suggestive laugh. His body pressed her against the wall and she was willingly trapped in his erotic embrace. His hands traveled to her back, anxious to perform the task he had anticipated the first time he had seen the back of the chiffon gown she wore. His fingers traveled to the place where the spaghetti straps hooked. Skillfully, he set them free, the delicate bodice falling forward exposing her full breasts. His mouth moved swiftly to tease the already hardened nipples.

He could feel her arch her body into his and call his name. Her hands began working first on the bow tie, then the buttons of the stiff white dress shirt. He had already removed the tuxedo jacket and now she started to slide the suspenders down his arms. She attempted to slip the shirt off but was thwarted when it would not go past his wrists. Impatiently she opened her eyes, spotting the cause of the delay.

Since she had been focusing more on the skillful teasing of his mouth on her breasts; she had forgotten about the cuff links. She gave up momentarily after fumbling to remove them from the shirt that was now inside out and confining his arms. She could feel her knees start to buckle as his mouth insistently increased suction on her nipple. Her hands instinctively clutched the broad shoulders she found so exciting. He smiled up at her and paused to undo the cliff links. The shirt fell to the floor and he returned to her.

His left hand went around her back, pulling her to him. He closed his eyes, aroused by the sensation of their bare chests rubbing against each other. Liz began to work her way down his neck with her lips. His right hand moved to slowly unzip the remainder of the dress. She stepped to one side and the dress fell to the floor.

He opened his eyes slightly and they widened upon the sight of the black lace garter belt that held her stockings and it's matching g-string. He stepped away from her slightly, lustfully taking in the view of his nearly naked bride. Silver stilettos, completed a ensemble that made his throbbing cock ache to be free.

"If I'd known what little was underneath that dress, I would have taken you someplace private at the reception," his deep voice whispered hoarsely. He moved a hand up her smooth thigh and between her legs. The liquid warmth of her was flooding his senses.

Before she could retort a reply, he made her gasp as he tweaked her clit. She started breathing sharply as his hand began tracing a path it had come to know so well. She arched her back, as his index finger slipped inside her.

Her hands eagerly opened his trousers, sliding them passed his smooth, tight ass, along with the cotton briefs. The feel of her body clamping down on his finger, combined with her hands manipulating him, made his penis involuntarily pulsate and twitch in her capable hands.

Her legs trembled and she tried to sink to her knees after he inserted another finger, slowly caressing her clitoris. He wrapped his free arm around her and supported her when her own legs would not.

"Oh, God…Jack….can't stand it," she blurted in almost a sob. She was now moving her body in rhythm to the thrusting of his fingers. "Bed… take me to bed."

He gave her that deep, throaty, chuckle. The triumph in it unspoken.

"Not yet," he whispered. "Not until I'm sure you're ready."

She took his shaft in one of her hand meeting his thrusts, unwilling to release him, the other hand played with his balls. She smiled as his breathing became more rapid, knowing it wouldn't be long.

Liz back moved back, just enough to cause his fingers to momentarily slide out of her. She successfully lowered herself, bringing her lips down on his penis. Jack moaned with pleasure, his cock involuntarily thrusting forward.

"God, Liz you're killing me," he whispered.

Suddenly, without warning, he pulled her into his arms. He lay her down on the bed, while at the same time he removed the remaining garments. He used his knee to open her legs until he was ready to slip his head between them.

"Jack, no…no," she moaned, writhing on the bed. His hands tried to hold her in place as he plunged his tongue inside her. Her ass was rising and tensing as she began to loose control. "I can't stand it…can't.."

He paused and she whimpered loudly. "Do you want me to stop," he whispered.

Her hand pressed his head back down in response.

Just as her orgasm began to build, he moved from her. Before she knew it, he had her on her feet and had moved her so she was facing the wall. He gripped her from behind. Her hands reached out to the wall as he entered her, one hand massaging her breasts. The other with exquisite slowness, caressed her button between her legs.

"Son of a bitch," she murmured, her hips meeting his thrusts with a slow, sensual beat.

"That I am," he said seductively, his lips moving to the hollow of her neck. "Before I'm finished, I'll be the son of a bitch you beg to fuck you."

Liz shivered, anticipating what was coming. The sensation of his lips devouring her neck, along with the skillful torture of a set of fingers on her tits, while the other set methodically rubbed her clit, was too much.

"Damn you, Jack…oh God, let me…do it," she babbled.

"What do you want me to do?"

Almost incoherent with desire, she pleaded. "I want to feel your cock fucking me…I want you, Jack... please...I want you to fuck me."

McCoy spun her around and started thrusting deep, powerful thrusts. He slowly increased the rhythm until he felt her stiffen. Her back arched sharply as she cried out her release. He held her tightly as he thrust violently into her. Jack's lips crashed down on her mouth, seconds before he was engulfed by the intensity of his climax.

It was just before dawn when the room service order arrived. While McCoy signed the bill, Liz returned from the bathroom wearing a long pink satin robe and picked up a glass of orange juice. She took a sip and waited for McCoy to usher out the waiter.

"You probably need this more than I do,"she said smirking."Don't want you getting dehydrated."

McCoy took the glass and downed it. "I wouldn't be such a smart ass, if I were you,"he said smugly producing a pair of hand cuffs from the pocket of his robe.

"Where'd you find those,"she sputtered.

"The bag Danielle gave you,"he said moving towards her."If you're too much of a wise ass, I might have to use these."

Liz dashed towards the bathroom.

"You'll have to catch me first."

McCoy sprinted after her, the couple laughing as they struggled against the bathroom counter. Jack finally able to wrestle her to the floor, inadvertently knocking over the small bag of toiletries that had been on the counter.

The pair froze staring in shock, first at the diaphram that lay across from them, then at each other.