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A/N: I've been reading on this site for a lot longer than I've been writing and I've always seen the author's notes with "please no flames." I've never put that on my stories because I've never had a problem and I never thought I would. I was wrong. I had my first flame after posting the previous chapter. Now I am actually a writer and I've gone through some pretty tough professional critics, but nothing could prepare me for the two rude comments this person made. And they made them anonymously, I might add, which did not even give me the decency to reply to their vulgar, disrespectful remarks. Now I know I have written some taboo things in this piece and some of it has even made me uncomfortable. But that is point of reading and writing: to stretch your boundaries. And for readers you may learn something that the writer wants to teach you, and writers learn things because they research their subjects. It is an equal exchange and one that I take very seriously. So please, you know who you are, I have six words for you: DON'T LIKE IT? DON'T READ IT!

Now that I have that off my mind, please faithful readers enjoy this next chapter. And, as usual, my thanks to my wonderful reviewers are at the end.

Chapter Ten

Confessions and Questions

"Sadie?" he repeated when she didn't answer him.

"Just," she started looking away from him, "give me a moment."

He released her from his grasp and she stood up. When she turned around he found his face grow as red as the naked bottom he was looking at. Did he really do that to her? He should have felt ashamed. Instead he felt strangely proud.

She pulled a silk robe off the chair of her vanity and wrapped it around her. Her mind was racing right along with her pulse.

"If we do this," she started shakily, "there is no going back. Things will never be the same."

He nodded in agreement. And though he was still obviously aroused, at this point he didn't care if they went farther that night or not. Because just seeing how she reacted to him made him feel like he was on top of the world.

She began pacing back and forth.

"What about Raphael? We should stop," he said as he tried to fix his clothing.

She stopped pacing suddenly and looked over at him as if she had forgotten he was even there.

Before she answered she sat down on the bed next to him.

"It's over between Raphael and me," she admitted letting out a long sigh.

He turned to her, "what?"

"He called me a few days ago. It had been the first time I'd heard from him in weeks. And all I could talk about was . . . you," she looked up at him, a tear rolling down her face.

"He pointed it out to me, accused me of cheating which I denied. Once we both calmed down he told me that it was okay if I was over him. He said that he was glad I had found someone else. I said no, that I loved him. He ignored me and then informed me that he had also found someone else and that maybe we should call it quits."

"That's terrible Sadie," he replied as he rubbed her back soothingly.

"That's not the worst of it. You were right," she said.

"Right about what?"

"That witness, Katie? He was sleeping with her. He had paid for her bail with the money we were going to use for our honeymoon and the two of them had been living together in a hotel in Paris."

"I'm so sorry. But you told you're parents the wedding was still on? You asked for that dress?"

"I don't know how to tell them. "

"Do you think he's going to come back to you and you won't have to tell them?" he asked, somewhat sympathetic and perturbed at the same time.

"No."

He had no idea what to say so she continued, "I didn't want to tell them because Raphael was right. And I did not want to admit it."

"About what?"

She turned away from him, "that I have found someone else."

He felt his heart swell as he inhaled sharply.

She looked back at him and with a small smile on her face, she finally admitted, "you."

He let a smile spread across his face as he leaned down to gently kiss her. It was the sweetest kiss she had ever experienced and even though she was sitting down, her knees felt weak.

The two of them fell back onto the bed, still locked in their embrace. As he felt her go for the waist of his boxers he broke the kiss.

"Are you sure you want to do this? You've been through a lot. Maybe you need some time to digest all of this. Maybe we should actually you know, date, before we become intimate." He was nervous, but mostly he was saying this so they wouldn't do anything she would regret in the morning.

She smiled wide, "You were never really my uncle."

He pulled slightly away from her, confused at where she was going with her comment.

"You were always my knight in shining armor, my prince charming. I have been in love with you for as long as I can remember."

And then she kissed him hard and long. It was a kiss of want, a kiss of promise. When he felt her working off his boxers this time he did not protest. He let her slip them down to free his erection. He pulled her shirt over her head and quickly removed the pink lace bra she had been wearing.

Taking her all in, words escaped him. It was a cliché, but all he could say was, "you're beautiful."

He then crawled on top of her, and kissed a trail down her neck to her chest, ending at her breasts. He took the right nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. When it was firmly aroused he shifted to the left one. She giggled as she felt his eye lashes brush the top of her chest.

He didn't want to move too fast. He wanted to take his time, savor this feeling, savor her. But just as he released her left breast from his mouth he heard her ask, "have you ever done this before?"

He looked up at her, shocked at her question.

"Done what?"

"You know, had sex?"

"Yes, yes I have. I may be a bit work obsessed but I didn't live like a monk all those years you were gone."

She nodded in acceptance, not wanting to ask him anything about how many times or who it had been with. She felt if he told her that, she may get jealous.

"But I've never actually done this before. And neither have you."

"What?"

"Made love," he replied kissing her again, silencing any reply she might have given him.

She let him lead as he pulled her farther up the bed and gently laid her head on the pillow. He kissed her as he let his hands lazily made their way down to her hips. Her breathing hitched as she felt himself settle between her legs, his want for her pressing against her soft spot.

"Does that mean you love me William?" she asked between kisses.

"I do," he said before attaching his lips to the skin below her ear.

"Say it? Please?" she begged quietly.

He lifted his head and looked her straight in her eyes, "I love you, my Sadie."

And then she felt him slowly thrust inside of her, filling her to her core. She arched up to meet him, her arms flying around his back to hold on tight. She moaned, never had she felt such instant bliss. When he felt it was safe to move, (for he knew she wasn't a virgin but all the same, didn't want to hurt her) he began gently rocking in and out. And as the friction built, so did the heat between them.

She brought her legs up around his middle, pulling him closer to her and he grunted in response.

"Oh William," she cried, kissing him deeply.

He smiled at her moans, and decided to use her youth to his advantage. In a flash she found herself straddling him on the bed. He saw her cheeks grow red as he looked her up and down. Her hair was mussed and small red marks were already making themselves known on her neck and breasts. She was a vision.

He bucked his hips a little to goad her on and she got the idea. She placed her palms flat on his stomach and began grinding hard into his lap. William's eyes fluttered closed, allowing him to enjoy every sensation. She bounced up and down the shaft, her curls falling about her bare shoulders. And as she felt herself grow close to her end, she moved faster and faster until her body began to convulse.

William flipped her over again, taking the pressure from her legs so she could really feel the pleasure as it washed over her. Seconds later a tingling sensation invaded her body and she let out a growl. Her tightness sent William over the age and he followed her immediately, spilling himself into her. They collapsed together, two sweaty, exhausted bodies intertwined. Sadie exhaled loudly before opening her eyes to see William, staring straight at her.

"I love you, my Sadie," he repeated.

"I love you," she paused, "my William."

She giggled like a schoolgirl over her first crush.

For a few minutes they remained like this, in perfect harmony.

It was Sadie who finally broke the silence.

"Well, I should probably tell my family the wedding is off," her tone was not one of sadness, just plagued by facts.

"Not necessarily," William replied, his eyes staring straight at the ceiling.

"I could never go back to Raphael, not after this, not after you," she pulled him closer to her.

"Well, then I guess you'll just have to marry me then," he said carefully.

"Quoi?"

"English please, my Sadie," he chuckled.

She reached over to his chin and turned it so he was finally looking at her.

"What?"

"I know there's an age difference, and we both have very different ideas about things, but . . .

He breathed deeply and then got out of bed. She crawled over to the side of the bed to see he had fallen to one knee.

"Cosette Sadie Bucket, my Sadie, would you do me the honor of becoming," he paused, "my wife?"

A/N: I'm evil, I know. This chapter is much shorter than my usual ones and then I leave with you with that cliffhanger! At least they finally had a love scene – I know you were all waiting for that ;-). As always, thanks to my reviewers: xBelekinax, Lori, Linalove, Sock-Thief-Bandit, Pearldrum, Piratecheif, ALICEXTARRANT4EVER, amy and Thy Blue Pen Cap. Thanks for reading!

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