When Worlds Collide

Uncensored Love Scene

"Where are we going?" Daniel asked, trailing his beaming assistant, his best friend, his fiancee, his soon to be wife as she dragged him lightly by his fingers out the back door and past an old bench, into the darkness beyond. She had only a small flashlight in her hands, illuminating their way down a well trodden pathway at the back of the yard.

"To the gazebo, you'll see..." she replied, giggling, so happy, so very happy. He had to admit, he was too, he had expected to have to defend Adrienne, especially when the news of the baby came out, but he hadn't. Her entire family, including her uncle, were absolutely delighted and they had spent the better part of the following hour calling every Verdin and Rowan in Orleans parish and scouring the calendar for wedding dates, choosing a date, mid-January, Aunt Barbara assuring them that Adrienne wouldn't be showing very much.

"It's just ahead," she added, dropping his hand to lead the way to the edge of the water. Aunt Barbara technically lived in New Orleans, but this large patch of land off of Paris Avenue backed up to the preserve, and according to Adrienne, was one of the few rural areas left in the parish.

"It's amazing out here," he whispered after her, the glow of the city to the east bright but not enough to fade the sparkle of the stars, the winter constellations clearly painted overhead.

"Told you," she answered, still laughing as they arrived at a small white gazebo, Adrienne ducking inside.

"Come on," she ordered, "It's quiet, good view of the stars." Doing as requested, Daniel stepped in behind her, taking a seat next to where she sat, not looking at him but gazing up to the sky.

"I used to come out here as a kid. Daydream. Write stories in my head. I'd pretend that Han Solo was gonna land the Millennium Falcon right there," she said, pointing to a solid patch in the swamp ahead, "and take me away to fight for the Rebel Alliance."

She choked up at the memory, a part of Daniel wanting to joke or tease, but he didn't, just reached his arm around her waist, pulling her to him. He wasn't the leader of the Rebel Alliance, or Han Solo for that matter, but he'd like to think that the world they shared together was close enough.

"You know, I had my first kiss in this gazebo," she continued, as she lay her head on his shoulder, sniffing in.

"Oh really?" he answered, keeping it simple and letting her talk, she seemed to want to talk, to share, to open up to his about this past of hers that she never had avoided talking about per se but had never really offered up.

"Yeah, I was eleven. His name was Ryan, he was my first boyfriend, which pretty much meant he walked me to class and carried my backpack," she said, giggling, happy again, so wonderful, this was all just so wonderful, that work or not, fate of the world or not, he wanted this to never end. He wanted to sit here forever, holding her hand, holding her close and talk, just looking out at the stars.

"Did he have a great opening line or did he just go in for the kill?" he teased finally, turning his head to kiss the top of hers.

"No, actually, for eleven it was pretty good. He said he liked how my hyper color t-shirt was neon green when most of the girls wore pink," she laughed, squeezing his hand, "it made me different and he liked that I was different."

"Very creative," he mocked, laughing himself, a tiny part of him thinking that young Ryan had a point; Adrienne was different and was just another reason he loved her.

"Hush you..." she whispered back, not angry in the least. Paradise, he thought, this is what paradise feels like.

"Hey Ad?" he asked in the dark, sitting up from where he had rested his head onto hers.

"What cooyon?" she giggled back.

"I like how your running shoes are yellow and not purple and pink like the other girls..." he joked, unable to resist, wanting to hear her perfect laugh right now, wanting her to share in his happiness.

"Oh really?" she asked, giving him what he wanted, that laugh, that sheer delight.

"Yeah, it's cool," he replied, trying to do his best tough guy voice, receiving riotous laughter in return.

"Even though I have big man feet?" she countered quickly, looking over at him, cocking her head and raising her eyebrows.

"They look even better because of your big man feet," he tried, failing miserably and laughing at his own poor attempt.

"Not a good line back Indy," she laughed, looking back over at him, his kind face slightly lit in the moonlight.

"Yeah, I know not even close," he said quickly, reaching over to take her into his arms, kissing her slowly, holding her face in his hands. They kissed gently in the strangely warm winter Bayou air, Adrienne pulling back laughing.

"So, we decided just to go in for the kill?" she asked, running her fingers lightly down his jaw.

"Yeah because it's clear that no one will ever have a better pick-up line than Ryan," he retorted, expecting her to laugh, tease, but she didn't, instead she leaned over, taking his face in her hands kissing him again, with more passion than before, pulling herself to her knees and running her fingers through his hair.

"Ad, what are you doing?" he asked, pulling away lightly as she crawled slowly into his lap.

"I'm kissing my future husband, in the gazebo," she whispered back, moving her lips to his cheekbone, working her velvety skin ever so slowly to his neck. He lifted his head slightly, letting her peck and tease for a moment, feeling himself tighten in his pants before again realizing where he was, pushing her back gently.

"Adrienne, stop, we can't we're, well," he stammered, nervous more so by the fact his body was considering this an option more than anything else.

"Outside?" she teased, "Or at my aunt's house?" she added, continuing her advance down his neck as she reached between them, backing up to undo the top button of his jeans.

"Both," he choked out, peeking over his shoulder at the lights of the house in the distance, noting the lantern that Adrienne had brought and set at their feet was really the only light near them. She was pulling down his zipper now, slowly, reaching her fingers inside the fly, rubbing the hardness she found there lightly. Peering herself back at the house, she pulled her hands away only long enough to shove the lantern aside, changing the shapes of the shadows cast on the walls.

"There, no one can see now," she assured him, resuming her touching. She wanted to grind on him, to feel his hardness pressed against her, but he was hissing in like he would do, so she let her fingers toy, wanting to tease him longer.

Breathing in, the throbbing now starting, Daniel looked behind a second time, seeing that the side two window lights had gone out, presumably her aunt going to bed and returned his gaze to Adrienne, resting his palms on her hips.

"You've ruined me," he joked as he walked his fingers to undo her pants, laughing lightly as he did so.

"Pretty much," she replied, standing slightly to allow him access to the zipper, watching him pull it down slowly. Tenderly, he inched his digits back to her hips, reaching inside of the waistband, grabbing and guiding her pants to the floor of the structure. She smiled, stepping out of one leg, crawling back into his lap, sitting back on his thighs as she reached into his jeans, pulling him out into the open. Grinning, reaching for her waist, he brought their lips together, kissing her slowly while directing her entrance to his lap, bringing her onto him.

"Ummm...," she groaned out as he pushed into her, situating herself onto him, rocking the moment he was entirely inside. He always felt so good, she would never get sick of this, he filled her, he completed her, he made her feel like no other man ever had. Holding his hands tighter to her hips, she ground down, pushing him impossibly deeper and flicking her hips lightly.

He let her guide their lovemaking, gentle jolts of her pelvis and light squeezing, allowing himself to relax back despite the tight grip she had on his hands as they rested at her hips. She bucked on him a few times, sends waves of sensation through his body, before he slipped his hands away, reaching for her backside to pull her down further and closer to him, desiring her depth as well as the touch of her skin. Reaching underneath, he angled her body, a quick gasp escaping her lips, making her pull away from his, her cocoa eyes locked on his blue, keeping them joined as he pulled her forward with each snap of her waist.

Knowing she wasn't going to last much longer, the excitement of being outside, doing something forbidden, as well as the feeling of him rubbing against her, at an angle he knew sent her over the edge, Adrienne concentrated all of her efforts on clenching him tightly inside her body and picking up the intensity of her motion. He squeezed her bottom, his face telling her that he was close as well, his left hand hand working its way up her back, pushing her closer to him. He wanted her kiss, he wanted her lips, he wanted to be closer as the surge of pleasure started to grow inside of him.

"Adrienne," he gasped out and she smiled, diving for his mouth, loving nothing more than when he gasped her name is ecstasy, cutting him off from a second time as she moved her tongue into his mouth, kissing him feverishly, his mouth sweet with apples from Aunt Barbara's pie. She ground harder, faster, holding him, moving with and against him, until she felt the sweet release of pleasure, throwing back her head while she forced herself not to scream his name. He was grunting, moaning, burying his face in her shoulder until he relaxed in her arms, breathing out slowly, both of them holding onto one another panting and breathless.

"You do realize that we just made love at your aunt's house, in her gazebo," she heard him finally whisper, pecking her collar bone lightly. Adrienne giggled and hugged him tighter, kissing his head.

"Are you afraid of what she would say? You already got me pregnant and we just picked a wedding date, with her. I think we're safe sha," she joked, running her palms down his back, feeling him still lightly inside of her. She squeezed one more time, a part of her sad as she always was when the intimate moment was over, standing to reach for her jeans, but he held her in place.

"Are you ok?" he whispered, running his hands down her bare hips, gazing into her eyes. Giggling, Adrienne reached for his face, running her palm down his cheek.

"Yes, I'm fine. It was amazing, as always, stop worrying," she assured him softly.

"Alright, I just don't want to hurt him or her, I know Dr. Lam said it's fine but I still worry," he whispered, Adrienne giggling. This had become their new ritual afterward, Daniel worried that he had done something wrong, something to endanger either her or the baby even though his rational brain knew better.

"Trust me Daniel, you're not gonna hurt anything, I promise. In fact, it's good for me, it's good for the baby. You should feel it right now - " Adrienne started, stopping herself before he freaked out. She probably shouldn't have mentioned how sometimes, after they'd made love, the fluttering increased. It was going to scare him, he would panic like he did, but he didn't, just reached in between them, resting his hand on her abdomen.

"Now?" he asked, gazing back up at her. Adrienne paused, concentrating, feeling the flutter to her left, moving to guide his hand and press gently.

"There, but I'm only thirteen weeks sha, it's possible to feel but not probab-" she began to apologize, when his eyes lit up and she felt him press harder.

"Oh my god," he choked out, his jaw dropping, shaking his head, "oh my god."

Adrienne didn't need an explanation, between his expression and the wild motion inside, she knew.

"That's my child...mine...I've never. That's my baby," he stammered, smiling, the look on his face just as excited as when she had told him she would keep the baby, that she wanted to do this together.

She didn't answer, just nodded, smiling, watching his azure eyes sparkle in the dim light of the bayou moon.

"It is Daniel. That's your child. That's our child. More real now?" she finally said as he moved his hand gently around her lower abdomen.

"Very. I might have to reconsider that box and bubble wrap."