Extraordinary Girl

Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon, or its characters with which I am using. Inspiration for the story and title is Green Day's song "Extraordinary Girl". However, I do own some of the OC's I have given Ryo for family members. They are of my creation.

A/N: This story will not have the actual Digimon in it, just the Tamers of Season 3. Canon pairings: mainly Ryo/Ruki, but with hints of Jeri/Takato, and Henry/Alice.

I have decided to continue this as a multi-chapter story thanks to my readers. Thank you all.

**Dedicated to my fellow author and friend, Dolce Saito. This is for her! :D ~Eb [formerly Digi_Chick]

~Ruki's POV~

Chapter 12

I was nervous about meeting Brooke's mom. With as much as Ryo had told me, Brooke was like a sister to him, and her mother was more like a mom than an aunt to him after Cecelia's passing.

This was an important meeting and I really wanted to impress her. Amelia was her name, Ryo told me earlier. She was his mother's younger sister. Apparently Brooke's father had left while she was a young girl, similarly to mine, and Amelia had raised her alone with him completely out of the picture. Ryo said that Ronin, his father, had "adopted" Brooke, and Amelia gave her the Akiyama last name for support and recognition to his clan. They were really close, Ryo and Brooke; it was an endearing relationship. I admired them greatly.

Ryo and I sat in the truck, in the driveway to Amelia and Brooke's home. I twisted a piece of hair around my finger. It was a nervous habit I had picked up as a child, hence why I wore it up so much – preventing me from showing my nerves.

"Hey, are you alright, babe?" Ryo asked looking over at me. His cerulean eyes were curious and empathetic. I know he could see the nerves getting the better of me in this moment.

I felt his hand grasp mine and I shot him a small, meek smile.

"I'm fine; I just don't want to disappoint your aunt or you…"

"You won't disappoint her, and you could never disappoint me. Don't put so much extraneous, unnecessary pressure on yourself," Ryo kissed my forehead gently.

He was very talented at many things, and calming me down could be added to that list. I took a deep breath. Deep inside I knew I was being ridiculous, but part of me truly worried. I am a perfectionist in some areas of life, like instances such as now, and I didn't want anything to go wrong.

Ever since Brooke's phone call, my mind has been reeling and going over scenarios about the meeting. I had a couple dreams, at least one of which had been a nightmare and gone sour, and it was adding to my stress level. I was hesitating.

Then again, this was me over-thinking and over-analyzing the situation.

I jumped a little when the 'click' of the truck's locks popped up signaling that we were heading inside. Ryo chuckled lightly.

"Baby, relax please. It is not that big of a deal. My aunt is very nice. Brooke gets the majority of her personality from her mom. Everything is going to be fine. Brooke loves you, and you get along with her. My aunt will love you, too. I promise."

I shook my head out of frustration with myself.

"I know!" I opened the passenger door and stepped out of the truck.

Ryo followed, walking around the front of his vehicle to my side. He glanced at me.

"Come on, beautiful."

I stuck my tongue out at him, for good measure, and entwined our fingers as we made our way up the winding walkway up to the home.

The house was elegantly structured and built; it was a very traditional Japanese style home. It reminded me of my grandmother's residence, the house I grew up and lived in for so long. The only difference I could spot immediately was that Amelia had a different eye for artistry. There were statues all around the grounds of the house. The coy pond was beautiful. She had great taste. There was a mixture of traditional/contemporary and modern elements everywhere I looked.

Ryo knocked on the front door – obviously not as comfortable just finding the key and barging into his families homes as he was with his father's place. He kissed my cheek seeing the smirk that found its way onto my features.

"What's up?"

"Oh, nothing handsome." Was all I could muster before the front door swung open to reveal Brooke's, bubbly and outgoing, form.

She pulled us into a tight embrace together.

"You're here finally!"

"That we are; how are you, B?"

Brooke beamed. I smiled back at her. Her personality was so infectious.

"Fantastic, Ry. We were just finishing up lunch for us all. Come inside, please come in," she ushered us into the elaborate house.

I walked close by Ryo's side. We had slipped off our shoes, right by the doorway – which I was used to doing at home, so it felt very natural. I glanced around the home as we entered the family room that was connected to the kitchen and dinette area.

Brooke kept in step with me on the side opposite to Ryo. There is nothing like being sandwiched between the Akiyama "twins", as I have come to call them.

I think Brooke could sense my hesitation and nervousness getting to me. She gave Ryo an expression, one that would go hand-in-hand with silent conversing, and he nodded. Not only that, but he released my hand and went on into the kitchen without me.

I bit my lip and Brooke's hand gently brought me to a halt. I stopped right at the edge of the family room beside her.

"Hey, what's wrong?" she asked with genuine concern. "I can see something in your eyes. Are you worried about something?"

I sighed and gave a half-hearted smile. Boy was I out of my league when it came to Ryo's family.

"Damn, I used to be the best at masking my emotions."

Brooke cracked a return smile at my statement. "It's an Akiyama thing, even if I'm not a true blood Akiyama."

"You're an Akiyama as much as the rest, legally, mentally, everything. No one would ever doubt your heritage. Just like Ryo, don't doubt that Brooke." I laughed a little, "But you are right. It is an Akiyama thing. He was good at it back when he and I met, too."

Brooke leaned against the well, looking at me. The striking resemblance and her stance were uncanny. She was related to Ryo, in every sense. She was just the feminine version.

"Exactly my point; so spill the beans. What is bothering you?"

"I'm just nervous."

"Nervous about what? Meeting my mother?" She asked the question as though I was crazy.

I have to say that it made me feel even sillier than when Ryo asked about it. I simply nodded.

"Well, yeah…"

The next thing I expected to hear ringing through my head was laughter, but it never came. It was silent. I glanced over at Ryo's cousin. She was just smiling at me. It was a gentle, serene smile. I tilted my head at her.

"You really are an over-thinker, aren't you? It's okay. My mother won't bite. She is one of the least judgmental people that I know. Here," Brooke took my hand lightly, leading me into the kitchen.

When we walked in, Ryo was laughing and drinking from a coffee mug, right along with a woman that looked quite similar to the woman in the picture on Ryo's corkboard. She resembled Cecelia very much; they were beautiful women.

I took a deep, but silent breath in to release any nerves that were lingering in my body.

The swinging door to the kitchen creaked causing both my fiancé and his aunt to look our way. Brooke walked over to her mom and stood next to her.

"This is Ruki, Mom, Ryo's lovely fiancée."

Amelia's cerulean eyes turned to me, focusing. Her demeanor was kind, much like her daughters. It was warm and inviting, like Ryo's… and to think not a minute ago I was intimidated.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Ruki. I am Amelia," she walked over and held out her hand to me. Unlike everyone else on Ryo's father's side of the family, Amelia understood the boundaries of personal space. I shook her hand.

"The pleasure is mine, Amelia. I have been told many great things about you from Ryo. He admires you so."

Her smile softened even more, and she glanced at her nephew.

"Bragging again?"

Ryo shrugged nonchalantly. "I can't help it. I'm a bragger… It's in my DNA."

Brooke laughed, "Truer words have never been spoken, bro."

Amelia averted her attention back to me.

"Yes, it is a habit of his; he has praised you highly for as long as I can remember. My sister was right when she determined what kind of woman Ryo would marry one day. You're beautiful, confident, and many other things Ryo has described you as. Would you like to sit? Lunch is on us."

Ryo had walked over and placed his arms around me. I nodded, nudging him to maneuver us toward the table in the dinette as we followed Amelia and Brooke.

We sat opposite of them. It was comfortable.

The day was flying by, and I learned a lot about Ryo growing up. He was a rambunctious child, causing mischief with his "wingman" Brooke from an early age. There was not a lot that made me truly happy, but listening to Ryo's aunt tell stories about him growing up made my heart swell. I didn't think I could love him any more than I already did.

Ryo's face had also never been so red. He wasn't a guy that got flustered easily, but his aunt sure knew how to make him blush from embarrassing anecdotes. That gave me even greater satisfaction than I could have realized. I loved seeing him this way.

Amelia laughed, showing me a picture of Ryo and Brooke when they were five.

"Cecelia and I liked to take the kids to the park when they were younger. They both love being outdoors. One day when we were at the park, some boy that was much bigger than them was picking on Brooke. Ryo never cared much for bullies and he stopped that boy right on the spot before Cece and I could get to them. He's always been the "big brother" figure for my angel."

It was cute to hear. He has not changed; my husband-to-be was still protective and "Mr. Justice" back when he was a child, too. It made me smile.

Brooke looked about as red as Ryo was. "Mom, stop with the stories. I can't take it anymore. Ruki, no offense, will be hearing about this all throughout their marriage."

"Sorry, dearest, I'll refrain from more stories unless your cousin-in-law-to-be slash sister-in-law asks.

We laughed when she winked. Ryo's flush had diminished and he was gingerly tracing circles on my forearm; he was holding my hand gently and our fingers were entwined. His eyes were serene and complacent. It was very comfortable now – I was practically cursing myself for being so nervous when we arrived here. It felt like an extension of my family; I felt like I was home.

Amelia made her way into the kitchen to start cleaning up. Brooke grinned triumphantly and turned to us. "Aww, look at the lovebirds. You two are so cute."

I smiled gently, resting my head on his shoulder.

"Gush all you want… Just get it out of your system now," I teased.

Ryo grinned at my joke.

"Maybe you shouldn't suggest that. She will take it to heart."

Brooke's eyes sparkled in amusement. "Yeah, yeah bro. Well, I'll leave it until your wedding day then I'm going to lavish you with all this gushing you won't know what hit you."

I groaned playfully hiding my face from her.

"How miserable."

The three of us shared another brief fit of laughter. Ryo gently pulled me to my feet as Brooke was called into the kitchen to aid her mother with the dishes and clean up. She excused herself with a smile and told us to move about as we pleased.

And Ryo didn't waste any time taking her advice. He led me out into the backyard of the home where there was an old, now-rusting play set and a well-used tree house. This must have been the center of his amusement as a child.

I walked toward it without realizing until my fingers slipped from their attachment to Ryo's. I glanced at him, but he nodded for me to continue my advance on the play area.

I dragged my fingertips along the metal of the play set; I imagined the young, toothless Ryo with his perfect hair – then more untamed and wild – running around with his cousin as they played tag, hide-and-go-seek, and other childish games. I sat on one of the swings and it creaked in what sounded as though it was complaining against my weight.

Ryo was standing by me completely silent for a moment while I took in our surroundings. It was beautiful, full of memories – that weren't even mine – but were so obvious to me. I was mesmerized once again.

It took me a full turn about the backyard before my gaze settled on the tall mass that makes up my fiancé.

My face turned red at his expression.

"What?" I asked, though it was rather quiet so he had to kneel to hear me.

"Nothing you just look… you look fascinated."

"I am," I pointed out everything I was surveying and the thoughts and stories that were coming to mind from his aunt.

He smiled.

"Auntie Amie is the best story teller I have ever known."

"She is wonderful and animated, just like her little girl. My grandmother is a great story teller herself. I know we will get there one of these days. They are itching to share some things with you also."

"I can't wait. Now that you have the skinny on my childhood," Ryo's voice trailed off as he watched me. "What are you thinking about, really? Your expression keeps changing. I can't figure out what it is." He admitted.

I smiled genuinely, feeling a tingle inside that I couldn't place. Butterflies maybe.

"Our future," I responded as emotion caught up to me. I mentally cursed it and continued. "Those anecdotes of your life, do you know what they make me think of?"

Ryo shook his head, "No, but please enlighten me my love."

I swallowed as my throat became dry. Here were the nerves again, but this was for a completely different reason. This was legitimate, I think.

He was watching me, in his usual calm way, trying to gauge my reaction and response. This time I could tell he had absolutely no idea.

"I want a son… just like you. A rambunctious little punk, who's respectful to all his elders and adults, who protects those around him that he cares for so dearly, who stands up for what he believes in no matter what the outside world is telling him. Dark hair, brilliant blue eyes…" I blushed so deep I could literally feel, and I think I could see, the glow. "That is what those stories make me think of."

Ryo was still kneeling beside me; during my mini-monologue, he held his breath. Out of anticipation, surprise, I wasn't sure what or why. But the funny thing was, it didn't make me feel insecure or strange. Yes, I was bright red, but it didn't feel like I had blurted anything out. I just spoke my feelings. I want to have kids with Ryo… I really do.

When he finally spoke, his eyes were shining.

"We can work on that. I've always wanted a girl with your personality. Spunky, vivacious, strong-willed – though I don't know, as a father, how I will feel about that. But a son…" he scratched his chin, where a decent sized patch of facial hair was growing, in thought. "I've always wanted a son too. Babe, we're talking kids here."

I giggled, "I know… Honestly, I've been thinking about it for a while."

"How long?"

"Since… camp. Since you asked me to marry you. Since high school…" I held my breath, "For as long as I can remember."

His signature grin was plastered on his face. He really liked what I said.

"Hmm, all the way back, all that time…" Ryo chuckled. "Man, I'm glad we didn't have kids that young, but the fact that it was on your mind, really means a lot to me."

I reached up, cupping his face between the palms of my hands, and guided him toward me. He did so without any protest. I captured his lips in a searing kiss. Full of emotion, raw and unleashed.

Ryo moved forward in his crouched position, closing both fists around the metal chains of the swing holding me up, not breaking contact of our kiss. He pulled the swing, and me, closer to his body. Amazingly enough I was too far off in la-la land to be aware that he and I were making out in his aunt's backyard. In the place were so many of his childhood memories took place.

It brought back memories of my childhood, somewhat. My father had taken me to the park, as a very young child, where I used to love to swing. It was one of my favorite past times.

Now here with Ryo, it was even better – even more magical.

I ran my fingers through his hair. It was soft and full and honestly very sexy. He had a great head of hair. Thinking back when he told me about his being in the military, it made me wonder what he looked like with a shaved head. I'm sure he was just as handsome; it probably added to his ruggedness and made him appear less "pretty boy".

Ryo broke for air after what seemed like ages, and yet not long enough. I took the moment to catch my breath. He was staring at me, in that loving manner that has always been there.

"Were you fantasizing or something? You tugged my hair a few times," he asked with a knowing grin, "Not that I'm complaining, just curious."

My blush returned, though it was very faint this time. I was becoming more desensitized by the minute around him, which really just means that I am accepting our engagement. I want to be his wife, his lover, his friend, his companion, his all… Everything, and that includes being the mother of his children.

"Something along those lines…" was all I responded, playfully averting my gaze anywhere around the backyard but him.

"Care to explain?" he urged.

I just shook my head nonchalantly, which made him roll his eyes. He was on to my games and he wasn't going to let me get away with it.

Ryo took the edge of the old swing and pulled me forward and up, I had to grab the chains to keep me from falling.

"Ryo Akiyama!" I chided, but of course that didn't stop him.

He brought me pretty damn high, much higher than I expected that he could, and just grinned at me. His stupid perfect smile… still makes my knees weak. I can't imagine the day of our wedding yet, but I know that I need someone to walk me down the aisle… Otherwise, I'll be crawling the whole way.

The thought made me laugh aloud, which caught his attention.

"Something funny?" It was a prompt and an addition to his inquiry from before.

I bit my lip as I held on. I had upper body strength, so I may be able to hold my own for a bit. I can't just give in to him. Not like this. No way.

"Maybe."

He lifted the swing higher, then acted as though he was going to let go of the seat which made a startled squeak pass my lips. I cursed at him.

"That's so like you," I muttered trying to hide my smirk.

Ryo stuck his tongue out at me, much like I had earlier to him. "Please, like I would let you go without notice? I know I have tamed you a little, but Miss Wildcat is still inside you deep down, and I don't want her wrath right now…" he paused then, "Or do I?"

My eyes widened. "Don't you dare."

He gestured to let the swing go again and I lurched from the swing. In an effort to surprise him, I wrapped my arms around his neck, latched myself to him, and successfully knocked us down in the process.

It was a sudden whim, but it worked. Ryo looked very surprised as I moved to sit on him, with my legs straddling his torso.

"Maybe I should dare more often." He commented playfully.

I laughed, and he joined in. I can't remember the last time I laughed so much, or enjoyed someone's company. I know that my future husband was just the person that I wanted to be sitting in the grass laughing my ass off over some silly joke we were playing on one another. He was the one I wanted to grow old with, and be able to reminisce over the memories over the course of our life.

This moment, it gave me full confidence to go forth with the wedding plans. It was sooner than I expected that it would be; however, I just knew inside that it was the right time. Ryo was mine, and I was Ryo's.

Nothing was going to change that. We wouldn't be changing our minds only a couple years into our marriage because of circumstances that we couldn't control. He is not going to walk out on me, nor am I going to walk out on him. We won't be divorcing, and laughing here with him solidifies that. It is just that simple.

Somewhere out in the universe, we were created and this bond between us was formed before he and I even knew the other existed. It was definitely from a higher calling… Whatever that may be. Maybe all my bad karma over the years was made better and forgiven when Ryo came back into my life. Being with him gives me only the best feeling, the karma is good.

Ryo stroked my cheek and the cool breeze that blew by us made me realize that I was crying silently. His gaze was intense, but he didn't look worried. He looked… perfect.

"Why the tears, love?"

I swallowed hard, forcing back the sob of happiness that was coursing through my body, before replying to him.

"I can't wait to be your Mrs. Akiyama," was all I could muster. It was the only statement that could sum up all that I was feeling.

Ryo tilted his head thoughtfully at me' then he took my left hand and held it to his chest right over his heart. "I can't either; the day you do will be the most wonderful day of my life."

I smiled affectionately at him.

"It will be mine, too."

I glanced up, catching movement out of the corner of my eye, and I noticed Brooke and Amelia watching the two of us from the back porch. I shot them a sheepish smile and hoisted myself off Ryo, extending my aid to help him to his feet.

We dusted off and shuffled over to them.

"Well that looked fun," Brooke commented, picking a stray piece of grass from my hair. I nodded gratefully.

"It was… Something like that." I replied casually.

Amelia then stepped forward and embraced us both. I guess she sensed that we were going to be leaving soon, which I hadn't intended to show, but I suppose it is just her mother's intuition as my mother would tell me.

"It was wonderful meeting you, honestly, Ruki. I hope that we get to see more of you often. Brooke would love to have you visit, as would I." she spoke so genuinely, and without any boundaries. No hesitation. She spoke with emotion, right from the heart. I am willing to bet that Cecelia was the same way, and this side of the family is where Ryo got that trait.

"We will be around, I promise," I hugged her solely on more time, and leaned back to address them both. "I would love it if you would help me with our wedding plans. It would mean so much to me, and to Ryo."

Ryo's arm was around my waist. He pressed a kiss to my temple, as he watched the three of us interact.

Brooke's eyes shined. "We would be honored to!"

"Absolutely, please give us a call. We will be ready when you are," Amelia added in a tone that was almost as excited as her daughter's.

I was so relieved. I needed all the advice and input that I could get. My grandmother, mother, Jeri, and Alice would be helping me, but I really wanted some of Ryo's family to be included as well. They knew Ryo better than I did in certain areas, and although I want Ryo to be involved in the majority of the wedding plans, there were certain aspects that I did not want him a part of. Like the wedding dress.

"Thank you," I hugged Brooke, who squeezed a little too tight, but I let it slide. She was just so happy, and so was I. "I will be in contact with you both within the next few days, weeks, months, etc. I have a lot of planning to do and I need to get everyone together so that I can start."

With that, Brooke and her mother saw Ryo and me to the front door and waved us off. We drove in the most comfortable silence, just listening to the soothing music on the radio.

I watched the pavement pass by and let my thoughts drift. I couldn't picture my perfect wedding day with Ryo. Why? Because no matter what I create in my mind, the day of my wedding will be a million times better and more extravagant that I could ever dream of.

Ryo held my hand as he drove us back to the hotel we had been staying at.

"Something has changed in you."

I turned my focus from the road to him as he spoke. "I did?"

He nodded with a peaceful smile.

"In a good way?" Another nod from him. "What makes you say that?" I asked.

"You're just so relaxed. You've invited my aunt and Brooke to be an active role in planning the wedding… You're talking about the wedding."

The words made me smile, especially coming from his lips.

"I've embraced it, before I was still hesitant. I was happy to be engaged to you. It was what I wanted, but I was still leery on the idea of marriage. With everything that happened between my father and mother, and your aunt's story. Even your parent's tale made me feel cautious." I spoke, gazing at his handsome, tan face. He couldn't just look at me since he was the one behind the wheel, but he was listening and glanced over once and a while to smile at me. "But today, having lunch with your aunt, cousin, and you made me realize how silly I was being. I trust you and our relationship is nothing like any of our relatives' relationships. We're a unique couple, and that's probably what I enjoy most. Those things that happened with other people, won't happen to us. They just won't. Because we are fighters and deep down we know what we want." I squeezed his hand.

"And what do we want, baby?"

"Each other, we want to be married, to have children, and to grow old together." I smiled as my eyes filled to the brim with tears. Damn engagements and marriages are so emotional, if only I'd known I thought wryly. "So, instead of being cautious about us, I'm throwing caution to the wind. What happens will happen regardless; we will learn from it and move forward."

Ryo parked in the lot of the hotel. He leaned over the console and kissed me deeply.

"I couldn't have said it better myself," he got out of the truck and I followed his lead. We walked in and took the elevator to our suite's floor.

When we walked in, room service had already cleaned up. Our bed was freshly made, the bathroom was clean, and the kitchen had been tidied up. I smiled looking around our little, cozy space. It felt fantastic just being alone with Ryo, not having the constant interruptions of our parents, on either side of our families.

Ryo kicked off his shoes and stripped of his shirt. His back had red marks on it, caused by the grass and dirt in Amelia's backyard when I knocked him down.

I pulled my hair from its constraining band and let it fall, sitting on the bed to remove my shoes as well. If he was getting comfortable, I sure as hell was going to also. I unbuckled my belt and pulled it from the loops of my jeans, settling on the bed. After being made it was so inviting – there were so many pillows, and I popped the chocolate left of the pillow in my mouth. Hey, a girl can get used to a treat like that.

I watched Ryo disappear into the bathroom, and flipped the TV on. I heard the toilet flush and the water running and my mind drifted again. I have to reel myself in, this thought drifting is getting out of hand. I laughed softly.

From the bathroom, Ryo asked, "What kind of dress do you want?"

The question took me by surprise. What kind of dress did I want? What?

"What are you talking about, hon?" I responded with a hint of confusion. Ryo returned to sight and plopped on the bed beside me, causing my half of the bed to rise a couple centimeters.

He just grinned. "Wedding dress? You do want one of those, right? Because I'm sorry, we both aren't wearing a tux, even if you want a white one."

Oh, so now he was teasing me. Duh, wedding dresses, what other kind of dresses are there? I playfully smacked his shoulder causing the bed to shake with his laughter. I smiled, pecking his cheek.

"Damn, fooled by you yet again." I mocked, acknowledging his smart ass remark. "Yes, I want to wear a wedding dress. A tuxedo just wouldn't show off my curves the right way. Get into fashion a little, Ryo. Goodness."

He turned over so that he was facing me in the bed, and moved to place his head on my abdomen. For some reason, hmm I wonder what that could be?, my hands were drawn to his luscious hair, which he closed his eyes with a relaxed smirk on his face.

"Go on," he prompted.

"You want to hear about the dress?"

Ryo nodded his head in time with my fingers massaging his scalp. "Obviously, since I won't be able to see you in it before the wedding."

"I don't have pre-wedding superstitions, handsome. If you were to see me in the dress before the wedding, I won't be worried that something bad will happen and we won't be able to marry."

"Still, I want it to be something I only see you in on that day. I know you'll be the most beautiful sight to behold on the day of our wedding, but that goes without saying, because you're already the most beautiful woman I have ever seen on this Earth."

"That was really sweet, you're such an eloquent speaker," I leaned down to kiss him tenderly. "And you're sappy, which I never thought I would like in a man, but in you it's undeniably sexy."

Ryo grinned at that.

"Points for me, hell yeah," he sat up slightly to recapture my lips in another kiss; this one was more of a power struggle. We were completely alone and without any reservations. In one swift, and not so subtle, movement he flipped his position so that he was hovering over me. Then he broke the kiss gently, and whispered, "You think I'm sexy?"

I listened in a brief moment as our hearts pounded and our breathing slowed.

"Of course I do, I wouldn't want to sleep with you if I didn't." I think I shocked him by my reply, but he recovered quickly.

"I didn't expect that answer," his hands feathered up my sides, while pushing the fabric of my top higher.

My fingers hooked into the pockets of his jeans. "You weren't supposed to," I was the one to whisper this time around.

Recalling all the little clips and pieces of Alice and Jeri's advice on the day of the mall trip, I knew that Ryo and I were at that level. We were ready to take things to newer heights; we have already been exploring, but not over-stepping any boundaries. We are respectful of one another, but there is a newfound confidence in us both. I am noticing it even in the way Ryo is acting.

He has always been a little handsy. Ryo is a physical touch kind of guy, which most are, and it is what most girls like about them. But this touch, tonight, is different than it has been in the past. There are sparks flowing through us, electricity, it is an excitement. It's the start, the beginning of something exceedingly special.

My eyes found his in a moment that felt like everything around us paused. The fact that we were in a hotel room was irrelevant, the TV playing in the background was just noise. My phone buzzed with a call, and his buzzed later on with a few texts, but all of that didn't matter. It didn't register.

Ryo and I were together, just him and I, as an engaged couple.

Now, all I was focusing on were his actions. The hands that were pushing up my shirt not a minute ago were shaking so slightly I barely felt that. Our eyes hadn't left each other's, and we seemed to be holding our breath so as not to ruin the mood.

I lifted my hands from his pockets and gently enclosed them around his.

"Are you sure?" Ryo asked an unspoken question, but one lingering in my mind. Do I want to?

I kissed his lips ever so lightly. "Yes, I want to. I do."

The shaking stopped and the confident man that I've known for so many years reappeared with a new boost of energy. Our adrenaline was pumping.

It hadn't taken us long to get out of our clothing and under the covers. From there it was a whirlwind of touches and feelings and sensations that I could never have imagined experiencing, and never with anyone else but Ryo Akiyama. He was sexy with clothing on, but naked he was like a god he was so attractive.

After what felt like eons later, I was curled up to his strong form. We were still coming down from our state of euphoria… So that is what it feels like? My mother had always tried to explain it to me, but it never clicked until now.

Yeah it hurt a little… with being a virgin and all, but it felt amazing.

Ryo played with my hair that had turned wavy and stuck to my neck after our extraneous, but extremely fun, "workout". His expression was priceless as he stared down at me.

"Now that is where the term 'Wildcat' came from, I knew you had it in you all along," He murmured with a satisfied grin.

"You knew I was going to be a freak in bed?" I teased, still on my high. I traced the muscles of his torso. Being that close, becoming one intimately with him, brought a whole different perspective to our engagement and relationship. Everything was… it was perfect, just like him.

The chuckle that reverberated through his body made me smile.

"Of course I did, that was my first impression of you," he joked back. I loved every minute of it.

I yawned, now thoroughly exhausted from today, and laid my head on his chest. It was usually my pillow when we slept together, but since we opened up this part of the bed sharing it was going to be the only pillow that I use.

"Ha, ha, so that makes you a pervert?"

"Since you were what… twelve when we met? Yikes… That would make me a pervert. Okay, I take it back." Ryo relented jovially but just as tired, resting his cheek against the top of my head.

I laughed, "Yes I was. Wow, and to think we have come this far." I placed a chaste kiss on his chest. "And I forgive the comment, as long as you save 'Wildcat' for the bedroom, and use 'Kitten' in public."

The request made him open his eyes that had just barely shut to look at me, to see if I was being serious.

"Really?"

I nodded, yawning once more.

"Um-hmm, since you tamed me and all, in more than one way it seems."

"Yes, it does seem that way. 'Wildcat' in the bedroom and 'Kitten' when we're in public. It is a deal," he kissed the cheek that faced him. "Now get some sleep, Wildcat."

I smiled on the verge of sleep. I opened one lavender eye and glanced at him, "Goodnight, Hunkalicious."

He grinned, "Night."

Once we said our 'good-nights' the both of us were out cold. Nothing was going to disturb us, not after a day like we had. First I find my confidence and security in our relationship? Who knew that would be the key to sex with my gorgeous husband-to-be. I would have to thank Alice and Jeri later… Right now I was just too comfortable having sweet dreams of a sexy Special Forces, Digimon King.

A/N: Annnnnd I went there… :) Not in depth though, I know it may not be as satisfactory and lemony as most would want… But hear me out, I want the juicy details to come out with the honeymoon. It's just the way I see it in my head and the way it is going to be written.

This is just another step in the process of Ryo and Ruki's journey to becoming man and wife. Hey, I figured if I had the other couples be out with it, why shouldn't my main pairing, you know? ^^

So, yes, they've done the deed and Ruki has been deflowered so to speak. There were also the other details about their relationship that I threw in there, like the stories of Ryo as a child, and them talking kids.

Thank you again to all my readers and reviewers. This is for you all.

Dolce, girl! I hope you're doing well and that you like all that I have written so far. I can't remember where you left off, I know I have come a long way since then. I hope it has done you justice! Plenty more where it has come from.

Anon, thank you as always for your input! I get everything you are saying, and all in all, where I am coming from is the direction I will go with the story. I love to put in several suggestions you have given me (brilliant ones, too). :) So, let me know if this suffices. I promise I am far from being done with this story, and there will be more chances for juicy details.

LiiMakino, oh please! Of course I will thank you. You are one of my supporters and that is that. :) I am so glad that I answered any questions lingering from the story. I actually, honestly, just barely figured out what I was going to do and the direction I was going to go. When I started this story, it was a one-shot obviously so getting everything laid out was a challenge. But it is solidified now, for the readers and myself, and for that I am happy! Thank you.

Much love,

Ebony