AN: Spoilers: about a-year-and-a-half after the wedding in FNL S3 finale. These characters are not mine.

Ash and Tim's wedding reception went on through the evening. After a blazing sunset, everyone danced lazily on the patio under the clear night sky.

Ash's dad had given the couple a welcome gift—a deluxe suite at the Doubletree Hotel nearby. Billy and Mindy would watch Em for the night.

Much as they wanted to be with Em, the promise of a night in a nice hotel, just the two of them, was irresistible.

And, Ash's dad gave them a gift certificate of babysitting for whenever they could take a real honeymoon, maybe to Cabo, when Em got a little older.

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They both giggled when the hotel clerk asked their names.

Mr. & Mrs. Timothy Riggins, Ash said, giggling, after Tim gave her an inquisitive look. They hadn't really talked about what her married name would be.

Well at least for tonight. And for real, Ash whispered, sliding her arm through his, hugging his bicep.

Ah yes, the Riggins. Congratulations!, the man said. You make a lovely couple.

Tim shook his head in disbelief, kissed Ash's temple. They had done it.

They got to their room and Ash inserted the key card. The green light clicked and she went to push it open.

Ahem, Tim cleared his throat loudly. Uh, Mrs. Riggins? That is unacceptable.

He dropped their bags, swept Ash up in his arms like a feather, and drew her inside the room to peals of her laughter.

He kissed her deeply for the first time that day. There had been so much going on, so many people around.

He dropped her onto the bed, falling beside her, quickly smothering her with a breathtaking kiss. He traced a finger up her back to find the zipper tab on her dress.

Someone knocked on the door. Tim grunted.

Mr. & Mrs. Riggins?, a man said. Room service.

They giggled again. One sec, Tim yelled, smoothing his hair as he opened the door.

Sorry to disturb you folks, but your bags are still in the hallway and we wouldn't want them stolen or anything, the porter said. Also – champagne and truffles, compliments of the house. He set a silver tray down on the table.

Tim grinned at Ash as he pulled a bill out of his wallet and folded it into the guy's palm. Thank you, sir.

He hung the "Do Not Disturb" sign out, and went to pop the cork and pour some bubbly.

Ash dangled her feet off the bed and stuck out her tongue. Tim placed a truffle on it and handed her a glass, remembering that night after Billy's wedding when Ash was singing on the stage.

Just then, she started humming the song she'd written for Tim, like she was reading his mind.

He took her glass, set both on the nightstand, and licked some cocoa powder from her lips before kissing her softly.

He nudged her knees apart, drawing her head against his stomach. She unsnapped his shirt, slid it off his shoulders and hugged his waist, trailing her lips from his navel down.

He dropped to his knees, lay his big arms on her thighs, encircled her waist with his long fingers.

She wrapped her legs around his ribcage, pulling him to her, pressing his head against her chest. They hugged like they might never let go.

Then she felt him breathing deeply, erratically.

She pulled away to look at his eyes. He was crying. What's wrong, Tim?

I've never felt this way, Tim whispered. I never knew you could feel so happy. You and Em... I'm so lucky.

She wiped a tear from his face, stroked his hair out of his eyes.

My god, Tim. You deserve so much more than anyone's ever given you, and you don't even realize it.

She took his face in her hands, looked into his smoldering hazel eyes that flickered with gold, and kissed him with all her heart.

Tim felt delirious. He wasn't drunk, he was intoxicated with love and happiness.

They made love several times that night, each time more intense, more spiritual.

They didn't even use Mindy's gifts—a silk teddy for Ash and matching boxers for Tim.

In the morning, Tim was curled around Ash. He woke her with tiny kisses, whispering her name, pushing his pelvis against her, snuggling ever tighter.

I miss Em but this is… he trailed off. Heaven, Ash finished.

They made love again even more passionately, woozy from sleep, and woozy from their new dreamy reality.

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