The house was eerily calm. Through its empty rooms the sound of cheerful conversations and the clinking of silver utensils on ceramic plates echoed softly. In the wake of the ceremony, the guests had retired to the front courtyard of the house and were happily caught up in the celebratory atmosphere of the reception. Though they weren't terribly missed in the commotion, the bride and groom were no where to be found.

In reality, they had managed to slip away from their well-meaning guests for a few moments of peace and quiet. The servants' door to the kitchen swung quietly open.

"Do you think anyone saw us?" Jean-Luc asked conspiratorially, placing a hand on the small of his new wife's back and following her through the door. She walked to the window and peeked out, standing on her toes to see better. Her long red hair brushed along her back, just below the top of her ivory dress.

"I don't think so." She turned and smiled at him, walking towards him deliberately. A rush of desire washed through Jean-Luc. He took a step closer to Beverly and pulled her to him, arms tightly around her waist. She smiled briefly before grabbing the sides of his head and pressed her lips to his. Normally Jean-Luc would not allow himself this in such a public place, but today was different. He had been married for the better part of an hour and was fully prepared to take advantage of the situation.

The mere though that Beverly was now his wife elicited a fierce ache in him, an irrepressible urge to make her his physically as well. His lips worked savagely against her and hers against him. They met over and over, not hitting the mark fully each time, not caring. Jean-Luc's open mouth trailed across her jaw, over her lips, down the side of her neck, his tongue slipping out occasionally to taste her flesh. Beneath his mouth, Beverly's throat vibrated with a moan and she walked backwards towards the wall.

His trousers were stretched across his erection already, tightening with each passing moment. As they reached the wall, Beverly's hand closed around him, squeezing firmly. In response, Jean-Luc placed a hand on either side of her jaw, tilting her head back and licking a path up from between her breasts to the underside of her chin. She squeezed him again, her teeth closing around his earlobe.

He had to have her. To such an end, he began gathering the full skirt of her dress in his hands, sliding them under and pushing the fabric up around her hips. He lifted her legs around him, hands sliding past her knees, over her thighs, up her backside in search of her underwear. Venturing higher up her hips, he came to a startling realization: he couldn't find them.

It wasn't possible. In all the years he'd known Beverly, as far as he knew she always wore underwear. Always. He ran his hands once more over her, just to make sure. No. They weren't there. Pulling back, he looked at her, eyebrows raised.

"Beverly?" She smiled at him, eyes still closed, breasts pressing against his chest with each gasping breath.

"It's a special occasion." He let out a short laugh, kissing her full-on. Bracing her against the wall, he ran one hand between her legs, thumb running over the wetness he felt and firmly pressing against her clitoris. She pulled her mouth from his, fingers digging into the muscled flesh where his neck and shoulders met. Her other hand began stroking him in sync with the rhythm his thumb had set, the hard metal band on her ring finger pressing against him. She licked around, then over his ear, rolling her hips into his palm. He heard her murmur something against his skin and pulled away to hear her better.

"What?" He asked, breathing heavily against her chest as he bowed his head.

"I said you should stop now if you want to wait for tonight." She was as out of breath as he and still grinding slightly against the heel of his hand. She was right. Dammit, she was right. Their first time as husband and wife should be more than a heated, rushed encounter in the kitchen of his childhood home. It had all been good fun, but now was time to stop. He exhaled heavily against her skin, kissing her lightly before he eased her legs to the ground. She moaned slightly as his hand left her, but she straightened her dress.

Laying a hand to his face, she kissed his cheek softly. As she walked away from him, Jean-Luc smiled. He was in love, he was married, and if that was any indication, he was in for one hell of a wedding night