Okay… I finally finished it. I've been spending all these days looking for the perfect song, and I finally found it. It was on complete accident that I found this song to. I was reaching across my bed to grab my iPod, but grabbed my brothers instead and when I went to put it back my thumb brushed against the play button and this song started. I haven't heard this song in so long that I sat there and listened to it; about ten seconds into it… I knew. This was the song!(:

I know I usually put the disclaimer in the end, but I figured I'd put it here to give you guys a warning at the same time. I do not own Boyz 2 Men, nor do I own; I'll Make Love To You, but I truly wish I did, especially with Draco by my side(;

Warning: This little 'epilogue' is the honeymoon. Right after the wedding! So this chapter is truly why this story is rated M and it has lots of smutty goodness that would make my mom blush...

I'll Make Love To You

Close your eyes make a wish

And blow out the candlelight,

For tonight is your night.

We're gonna celebrate all through the night…

Their arms were wrapped tightly around each other. The faint sounds of love songs were singing to them, but they were too busy staring into each other's eyes. Rose had her arms wrapped around his neck while Draco claimed her waist in a hug. All around them, their friends and family were dancing as well; occasionally glancing over at the newlywed couple. Blaise and Ginny's two year old daughter; Serena was dancing off in a corner with her cousin Louis. There were fireflies lighting up the night's darkness, surrounding them all with a candle like glow.

"I love you so much," Draco stated.

Smiling up at her husband – something she never thought she would ever get used to saying – Rose nodded her head, "I know Draco. I love you too."

"Sometimes," he told her, pulling her in even closer against him until her chin was resting against his chest, but abled her to still look up at him, "I don't believe that any of this is real."

"I know what you mean," she chuckled lightly, allowing him to feel her throats vibrations, "Like one day we're going to wake up and find we've been in some deep coma for all these years."

"I've never thought it would be possible for me to be as scared as I am when I'm with you," his eyes were gazing through her, reading her emotions and sensing her thoughts. "Every second that I'm alone with you, I keep a close eye on you, scared that one day you'll open your eyes and realize you deserve better than me."

Laughing, Rose winked. "What can I say, Malfoy? My mum always told me settle for second best, because the best is always too far out of your reach."

"I never thought I would ever appreciate your mum basically giving you the worst advice ever," he smirked then started to laugh.

The group all gathered off in a close distance; watching the scene in front of them. They could tell from the glint in Rose's eyes and the smirk on Draco's face that they were teasing each other. Even on their wedding day, they just couldn't resist teasing. Blaise was holding Ginny from behind with his chin resting on her shoulder, while Seamus did the same with Pansy. Lavender and Luna were leaning against the other while their husbands stood with Dean and Hermione.

"We need to ask them," Hermione said.

Pansy shook her head, "Isn't it obvious enough? We won the bet. Draco caved first. He was the one who went into the office that morning, and spilled his heart out first."

"Not to mention he stayed celibate for four years just to prove he loved her," Blaise added in.

"No way," Ginny shook her head, disagreeing with her husband. "We won the bet. Rose chased after Draco the next morning; refusing to let him leave."

"But he wasn't going to leave her," Harry pointed out. "He was just giving her time to think about his confession. He was planning on seeing her again the next week so they could talk about it."

"Well Rose was the one who asked Draco to move in with her," Lavender pointed out.

"Draco's the one who proposed," Seamus counter argued.

"Rose accepted," Luna pointed out.

"Because she loves him; of course she accepted. The bet wasn't to see who didn't love the other one. It was to see who caved first," Ron reminded everyone.

"Did anyone find out who really made the first move that day at our engagement party," Blaise asked them. "It really all started then."

Draco and Rose were standing there, amused at what they were hearing. They knew that there were bets based on them, but they didn't imagine the bets were still going on after four years. Leaning against Draco's chest, Rose cleared her throat.

Turning to face the couple in question, Hermione was the bravest one of the group. "We need to ask you guys something."

Chuckling, Draco shook his head. "I started it," he replied.

"Pardon me?"

"We've been standing here for a minute now," Rose clarified, smirking when she saw them all turning bright shades of red. "Honestly, we thought you guys settled this bet already."

"How could you give in first, Draco?" Ginny glared at him, "Now I owe them all thirty galleons."

"Well nobody told you to bet against me," Rose said, trying to keep a straight face. "At least Pansy was smart enough to know I always get what I want in the end."

"I may have been the first one to cave in four years ago," Draco whispered in her ear, "But we're married now; tonight we finish what I started."

Shivering at the deep lust in Draco's voice, Rose smiled at her family and friends. "Well we must be going now."

"Yeah," Blaise smirked, earning an elbow from his wife, "I don't know how you managed to keep Draco celibate for four years-"

"Or how on earth you managed to not cave in yourself," Hermione added.

"-but it seems like you both have four years to make up for now," Blaise finished.

Grinning, Draco winked at all of his friends and in-laws, then said, "Close your eyes, love."

"Apparate me away, husband."

Pour the wine, light the fire.

Girl your wish is my command;

I submit to your demands.

I will do anything, girl, you need only ask…

Giggling as Draco lowered her to the ground, Rose automatically began to take off her heels. It was one of the first things he learned about her after a week of constantly sleeping at her flat. Her shoes were always the first thing off because she preferred her feet to be bare more than anything else. After a year of dating, and having Draco always sleeping at her flat, other than having him go home to his own place, Rose asked him to move in with her. After pleading with her to sell her flat and move in with him instead, Draco realized that this was the one thing she prided herself with. At only twenty-two years old, she managed to buy a nice place with her own money, and she refused to give it up, so he gave in and moved into muggle London with her. Honestly, he didn't care where he lived; as long as it was with her.

"What are you doing?"

Feeling the familiar dainty arms wrap around him from behind, Draco grinned as he pointed his wand at the room's fireplace and started the fire. "I'm giving the room a romantic feel to it."

"Are you trying to seduce me Mr. Malfoy?"

Turning around so that Rose was wrapped in his arms once more, Draco smirked, "Well after finding out my wife is already questioning about divorce, I'm determined to prove I can be romantic," he allowed Rose to see the teasing glint in his eyes and hear the joke in his voice, "Also, it's been four years since I've performed, I need to make sure that she'll still want me even if I don't prove…" he cleared his throat, "Adequate enough."

"Well I don't know," Rose teased back, roaming her hands along his arms, "I've gotten quite used to not having sex."

Growling, Draco picked her up in his arms, and hissed into her ears, "Tonight, I'm going to make your toes curl to the point that you can't walk for weeks. I'm going to answer your fears from that day four years ago. I'm going to love you all night and you're going to wake up in my arms."

The room was suddenly hot. Rose wanted to just rip off her wedding dress already and yank Draco down into the bed with her, but it seemed like he had other plans. Sitting on the edge of the bed where he placed her, she watched as he walked back to the fire place and poured two glasses of wine for them. Her eyes stalked him as if he were prey as he walked dangerously slow towards her. Accepting the glass of wine he was holding out to her, Rose took a long sip from it, watching as he licked the wine from the tip of his glass.

Watching her squirm in her seat, Draco grinned; "What do you want Rose?" he asked her. "You need only ask."

I'll make love to you like you want me to

And I'll hold you tight baby, all through the night.

I'll make love to you when you want me to

And I will not let go 'til you tell me to.

Her heart was racing and her throat was pulsating. Rose reached up and grabbed him by his tie. He really should have known by now to not wear ties around her. Tossing her glass all the way to the other side of the room Rose pulled him onto her; Draco released a grunt as his own glass crashed to the floor while he landed on her. He opened his mouth to say something, but Rose's tongue already invaded it; the taste of wine on her lips reminded him of the first kiss they shared. Bracing himself on the bed so that he didn't squash her with his weight, Draco drank her taste. Rose couldn't get enough of him. With one hand on his tie, she tried to tug on it some more while her other hand ruffled up his hair. Releasing a long moan of ecstasy when Draco began to suck on her tongue, she arched her body into his.

Draco had her in his arms at this point, his mouth removing it from hers much to her dismay, but before she could whine about that, he was gently nibbling on her chin; his long fingertips roaming down her body; feeling the lace of her wedding dress against them. "Draco," his name was nothing more than a breath stolen from her swollen lips.

Grinning against that vibrating point on her throat, Draco bit at it, making his mark for all the world to see she belonged to him, just like he did on that night four years before. This time though, she wouldn't be ashamed of it when she woke up. And this time, she wouldn't escape him. "Tell me," he told her in a seductive tone, "Tell me what you want, love."

Girl, relax; let's go slow.

I ain't got nowhere to go.

I'm just gonna concentrate on you.

Girl, are you ready?

It's gonna be a long night.

Rose was suffering. The past four years had been torturous enough for her, but she couldn't take this much longer. His lips were slowly nipping and sucking her neck. His fingers continued to brush against the lace of her dress; burning what little skin it touched through it. Mewling sounds were escaping her, and she was trying her hardest not to pant. She's had a lot of meaningless sex in her life, and most of them had even taken the time to slowly tease her, but this was different. And not just because it's been four years since she's last been touched like this, but because she was with Draco. This time it was Draco who was taking his time to touch her; this time it was Draco who was slowly touching her to brink of insanity.

"Relax, love," he chuckled, pulling away when he felt Rose trying to grind her hips against his thigh. "We have all night."

"No," she shook her head; her voice thick with desire and her eyes darkened with lust. "No time. I want you now, Draco."

"You have me," he assured her; allowing himself to be dragged down by his tie once more. He knew it was a good idea to wear it so loosely for the wedding. Blaise had tried to get him to wear it properly, but he knew what his ties did to Rose; how it aroused her to the point where she was pulling him into the nearest closet for a quick snog. His hair and his tie: those were the two things that made her weak in her knees.

Tracing Draco's lips with her tongue, Rose started unbuttoning his shirt. "But I want you right now."

"You have me all night, and for the rest of eternity," he promised her, pulling away after pressing a quick and agonizing kiss to her lips. "Right now, I want to just please you. It's gonna be a long night."

Throw your clothes on the floor,

I'm gonna take my clothes off too.

I made plans to be with you.

Girl, whatever you ask, you know I will do.

Rose was quivering at this point; her skin on fire and Draco sat above her; smirking, getting pleasure from the slow torture she was enduring. Slowly, he trailed his hands up her legs, painfully slipping the dress up from her thighs and leaning forward to softly kiss the top of her green lacy knickers. He was already hard; trying his best to ignore it from the moment he saw her kick off her heels, but once he saw her knickers, a loud groan of approval left him.

"Do you like it?"

Leaving his head where it was – inhaling the scent of her arousal and feeling how soaked she was – Draco rolled his eyes up to meet hers. Her cheeks were flushed, and she was panting; leaning up on her elbows and staring down at him; assessing his thoughts on her chosen lingerie. "I love it."

Proud of herself for causing Draco's voice to become hoarse and his lips to become dry, she shyly smiled, "It's another present for you."

"Anymore presents like this and I won't be able to do what I want," he replied huskily.

"And what to you want to do?"

"Seduce you."

Squealing out in delight as Draco's tongue suddenly licked the dampness of her knickers, Rose couldn't control it anymore. Bucking her hips up, she gripped the sheets of their shared bed and shouted out in agony when he pulled away from her; glaring up at the smirking Draco, she saw that his eyes were darkened with desire and watching her every movement. He continued his slow torture of removing her wedding dress; stopping every couple of seconds to kiss her belly and tug on the green snake colored navel ring with his teeth. If she thought she was being tortured then she had no idea what she was doing to him. Although he was the one administrating all of this, he was painfully hard in his trousers.

"Draco," she whined; needing to be touched already.

"We're almost there, love," he assured her, lifting the dress over her head and tossing it across the room, not caring about where it landed. He could always fix it up with his wand later. His eyes widened at the sight of her breasts. Because Rose didn't really trust herself, she suggested that they not see each other nude. Draco would walk around in his boxers and she would often change in front of him, but her most intimate parts were always hidden from view. The sight of the rounded globes staring directly at him with erect caramel colored nipples had his mouth watering.

Rose was squirming beneath him. One hand pinched at one nipple while the other was quickly engulfed in the warmth of his mouth. She tried to roll her hips, but it only stopped his attack on her breasts. "Draco," she whined.

"Almost," he promised her.

Rose watched in disappointment as Draco stood up off the bed. Soon though, she was grinning at what she saw. He was stripping. Temporarily ignoring the burning sensation to be touched, she watched him; her eyes hungrily assessing his every motion. His movements were quick and lucid. Most of his buttons had already been undone both from when she first saw him as she walked down the aisle mixed in with when she undid a few as well. He only had to release three buttons, and she was reaching out to touch his bare chest. It was smooth from where she refused to allow him any curls, all the way to the creasing lines of his abs until it reached the pale blonde curls leading to where she really wanted him to strip already.

Draco was enjoying this; watching the hunger in his wife's eyes as he took his time leisurely undoing his belt buckle, annoying her by taking the belt out from the pants, and then swinging his hips in a strip tease style while pulling down the pants. Rose lost her breath with the sight in front of her. She's always seen Draco in his boxers; it was how he preferred to walk around all the time, but never before had she seen it tented. He was just as excited as she was. The wet spot meeting the tip of the tented silver silky fabric told her so. He wanted her right now, just as much as she needed him.

Draco nearly lost his mind. Rose decided she didn't want to play it his way anymore and quickly took her own knickers off; tossing them across the room. "Patience, love," Draco chuckled, jumping back when she tried to pounce on him. "Tell me what you want," he told her; hunger in his eyes.

I'll make love to you like you want me to

And I'll hold you tight baby, all through the night.

I'll make love to you when you want me to

And I will not let go 'til you tell me to.

"You," she told him. "I want you. On. This. Bed. Right. Now!"

She was beautiful. The sight before him was definitely worth having no sex or foreplay for four years, and it was even more worth cutting out every other female from his life; Rose was definitely worth it. Taking out the pins from Rose's hair, Draco moved back to drink in her sight. Cascades of curls blended in with the pin straightness, painting the black and silver pillows an almost golden crimson color. With her hair sprawled around her, and her mouth hanging slightly open as she panted, Rose had her eyes half lidded with the ecstasy he wasn't giving her for the moment. The makeup was still on her face and her knees were bent, giving him an easier access to her. Grinning as he lowered his head, he saw that she still shaved. But unlike that moment four years ago when he last touched her, she now had a thin strip of caramel colored curls leading to her wetness.

He was curious. Everything about her reminded him of caramel; her hair, her eyes, her skin color, and now her pubic hair as well. He wondered if she tasted like caramel as well. "Oh fuck!" Rose hadn't been expecting that. The tip of Draco's tongue made its way through the wiry strings and over her clit. The tiny little pink bead was hardened to the point that Draco thought he could actually smell the blood pounding its way out. He allowed his tongue to explore her; getting familiar with her taste. She tasted of peaches, making him wonder if she rubbed her lotion there as well; it was intoxicating, making him drunk off the mixtures of her dripping liquids and her possible lotion. Above him, Rose was clinging at the sheets, trying to hold on for her dear life; not sure if she wanted to cry out in agony or pleasure. He was taking his time with her, but it felt so good.

Deciding that he would be kind – and rush the release of his own throbbing pain – Draco grabbed onto Rose's thighs, wrapping her legs around his neck then he dove in; eliciting a shriek of pleasure from above him as he nibbled on her clit. After a couple of seconds of sucking on it, Rose moved her hands to his hair; gripping onto it, pushing his tongue deeper into her heat. "Oh god…" she cried out, shutting her eyes and arching her back. "Draco…" his name spilt from her lips, sounding like a prayer. She could feel him playing inside of her: one minute he was licking her, then he was sucking her, then he was kissing her, then he would bite her; never sticking to just one thing, causing her toes to curl in sequence with her insides. "I'm…" she tried to call out, but her breath was so short, "Baby…" she wanted to warn him, but she couldn't find the words.

Draco knew what she was trying to say, and he could feel her tightening around his tongue; "Cum for me, love," he spoke against her, allowing his hot breath to add fire to the flames. That was all she needed. With one last lick along her slit, Rose thrusted her hips up against Draco's face and called out his name while her fluids soaked his face up. He was in heaven. After four years of not having sex; he found his wife was a squirter. Licking up every drop, Draco groaned his approval of her taste. Maybe it wasn't a lotion after all? Lotion shouldn't dictate what your juices taste like. Peaches were just the natural scent and taste of his wife.

Baby, tonight is your night

And I will do you right.

Just make a wish on your night;

Anything that you ask,

I will give you the love of your life.

Rose dropped her legs, and stared up at the ceiling. She tried to catch her breath, but it wasn't working. Draco was still licking her. Using what little strength she had left, she sat up and grabbed onto his hair. Grinning down at him when his eyes met hers, she roughly yanked him to her; attacking his mouth with hers. Draco almost came right there. Never before had any female offered to kiss him right after what he just did, but she didn't seem to give him a chance. She was kissing him with such raw passion that Draco almost felt like he didn't need the sex; almost!

"Take it off," Rose growled into his mouth, tasting herself on him. "Now!"

Not breaking the kiss, Draco happily obliged, kicking his boxers somewhere onto the floor. "What are you doing?"

Gripping the tie – the only piece of clothing left on the bed – Rose flipped them over so that she was on top of Draco. Smirking down at him, she slapped his hand away when he tried to stop her. She didn't care if he was trying to spoil her for their first time; it was his wedding night as well. He shouldn't be the only one doing all the teasing and giving all the pleasure. Diving forward again, she bit his bottom lip and pulled away; tugging it with her, causing Draco to make some sort of purring sound. Watching as his lip sprung back to his mouth as she released it, Rose leaned back in and started to suck at it; soothing away the pain she knew she must have just caused him.

Draco was writhing beneath her; he knew that she liked to bite when they kissed, but this time it was different. She wasn't only biting him during a kiss, she was claiming him. She kissed him with raw passion and bit him with even rawer passion. Her kisses and bites were mixed between lust and desire; need and want. Her lips traveled over that throbbing point right on his collarbone, and soon he knew he was marked. She was rougher than he was when it came to staking her claim, but he loved it; it had him thrusting his hips into the air, trying to feel some sort of friction. The soft tongue swirled over each tiny pink nipple; earning a gasp from him as she nipped at it before moving lower.

Draco tried to stop her; he didn't want her to have to do anything to him tonight. It was her wedding night; he wanted to spoil her, to show her what she would get every night for the rest of her life, but her hands were still wrapped around his tie, tugging on it every now and then. He couldn't say anything; every time he tried she would yank on it to the point that he would cry out. He could feel her tongue on his lower stomach now; just past his belly button; sucking and biting then licking to soothe the pain.

Rose reached her destination. He was beautiful; more beautiful than any other man she had ever seen before in her life. A trail of pale blonde curls started from the v-line, and the V went all the way to a patch of more curls right above the base of his erection. He wasn't the biggest she'd seen or even the thickest, but it was the only one she wanted. He couldn't have been more than seven inches long and an inch and a half thick, but her mouth was already watering for it. A translucent pearl of pre-cum sat at the top of him, and she licked it; he tasted of oranges and salt for some reason. It must be that new healthy fruit diet of his.

Draco jerked his hips when he felt her tongue. Just as quickly as it touched him though, it was gone. Looking down at her, he groaned out. Swinging her hips towards the shut door as she leaned over him, Rose was smirking at him. Watching him as she slowly took both her hands off his tie, and moved it lower, she kept her gaze on him; daring him to look away. One hand held down his stomach while the other continued lower. Rolling her thumb over his tip, Rose kept her eyes on his and Draco gasped. Rubbing her hand over him with the pre-cum as lubrication, Rose didn't even look down to see what she was doing, and his eyes were already slowly closing.

Satisfied at the reaction she got, Rose finally looked down at the task in hand; literally. Holding him down with one hand, she allowed her other to get used to his feeling. She learned over her years as a one night type of girl that guys all feel and taste differently. Draco was smooth like silk and it allowed her hand to caress him perfectly. Wanting a taste of him, she took his tip in her mouth and Draco bucked his hips again.

"Oh fuck!" he shouted, feeling the warmth of her mouth close over him. "Sorry, love," he quickly apologized once he realized he bucked his hips. Her only response was to hum and take more of him into her mouth, which caused him to only want to buck his hips some more. The hand that was stroking his base moved down to play with his balls, and Draco choked out words when he felt Rose take him whole. His hands moved to her hair and he ran his fingers through it, not knowing what else to do with his hands. Rose lifted her head up, trailing his entire length with her tongue along the way, before quickly dropping on him once more. She continued doing that until she felt him thrust into her mouth once more. "Rose," he gasped out, trying to move her away, "Love, I'm going to…"

"Do it," she said, looking up at him, "Cum for me baby. I want you to."

Screaming his wife's name out, Draco felt her graze her teeth along his length before quickly taking him whole again. She began to suck him deeply until soon her name was his own personal mantra followed by a few non-existent words, and he was shooting down her throat. Feeling the hot thick good pouring down her throat, Rose didn't stop her administrations on him; she milked him for everything he was worth, before finally pulling away. Licking her lips, she smirked up at him. Now he was the one panting out of breath and squirming on the bed. She noted that he tasted like oranges and salt; a taste she was craving again.

I'll make love to you like you want me to

And I'll hold you tight baby, all through the night.

I'll make love to you when you want me to

And I will not let go 'til you tell me to.

Draco yanked her up to him. Tasting himself on her lips; he found it was something he didn't mind. He would kiss her no matter what she just put into her mouth. Rose was smirking against his lips and he growled into her mouth, nipping her tongue and earning a moan of approval from her. Flipping them over so that he was on top again, Draco skipped the teasing. His hand went quickly past her breasts, and down to where he wanted to be the most. Feeling her with his fingers, he heard her gasp and he grinned. His tongue began to trace her lips; following the curves of her dimples and he thrusted his finger into her.

"Draco," she called out his name, arching her back once more.

It didn't matter that he just came the hardest he ever had before, Draco was still hard. "No more teasing," he told her, pulling his finger out, and trailing it along her belly. "I'm going to make love to you now," he said, "All through the night. Are you ready?"

"Oh god, yes."

Draco guided himself into her, and he watched as his wife's mouth formed the perfect little 'O'; clenching his cheeks to hold himself together before he erupted again so soon, Draco felt her warmth accept him in. She was so tight; too tight, that he could feel every pulsing motion from her; her wetness and his cum worked together to make the perfect lube so that he slid out quite easily. Rose's nails were clawing his back and he pushed back into her. It took a couple of seconds, but they got a rhythm together. Draco would pull out, and Rose would thrust her hips to meet him. Draco continued to suck on her bottom lip while sighs and shouts escaped her.

"Oh god," she shouted out, clenching her eyes, "Draco!"

Draco could feel her tighten around him as her nails burned into his back and she arched up, "Cum, love," he told her.

Rose heard him, and she obliged. "Draco!" she called out her husband's name as he continued to ride into her, allowing her, her orgasm.

"Rose!" he shouted her name a moment after. He tried to hold it in, but once he felt her lose control, he lost his as well. They met their orgasm together, both riding it out in ecstasy.

Rose felt the pressure from him join her own release, and she lifted her legs up; her toes curling, and her back pushing them both up from the bed. Draco moved his tongue from her mouth to her ear, and he was lightly nibbling on the lobe. Bringing their bodies back down, she wrapped her arms around him, not wanting him to move from her; he responded by lifting her up so that he could embrace her as well. The only sounds were that of their own heartbeats and their breaths trying to catch up with them.

"I'm ready to last longer now," Draco spoke up, breaking the silence.

Opening her eyes, Rose saw him watching her; his lips hovered right above hers. "And when I wake up, you'll still be here?" she teased.

Smirking, Draco lined himself up to her again. Just as his tip pressed into her, and she gasped, Draco whispered in her ear, "Who said anything about sleeping, Mrs. Malfoy? I told you already; I plan on making love to you all night."

I'll make love to you like you want me to

And I'll hold you tight baby, all through the night.

I'll make love to you when you want me to

And I will not let go 'til you tell me to.

There! This is it! The 'epilogue,' I'm a bit disappointed that it's pau now. I want to keep adding more to it, but then it'll just become a junk story… I hope you guys loved it and that this was worth the build-up that I had towards it(: I know it's a bit sappy, and a lot of smutty, but that's the only kind of sappy smut there is(: I cried while writing this because I know its pau now.

I love all of you who stuck with this story from the first chapter, and for all of you who reviewed, favorited, and alerted this story! I hope you all loved it! Thank you for reading it and erm… Squirrel!