A/N: Naughty wedding night Pt. 1
Chapter Twenty
Amy sat on the couch while the fire in the fireplace crackled and she opened the journal.
(Just so you know, my cousin Franklin learned about the whipping and took great pleasure in smacking us on the back whenever he saw us. As for the note…I'll let Daniel tell you about that.)
Dearest Amelia.
I guess I better explain the note. As you must know, I could not attend my twin sister's wedding, so I had written her a note expressing my happiness in her finding someone to love and spend her life with and apologized for not being there on her wedding day. I had also left a short note instructing James to give it to her on the day of her wedding and he told me that she was happy when she received the note.
I also expressed my happiness in having James as a brother-in-law. If things had been different, I know, deep inside, that we would have been great friends. We are, but it isn't the same when one is a ghost and cannot participate in certain activities. It takes too much energy to write even a short letter, let alone become solid enough to, say, hold a baby or play with my nieces and nephews.
So, no tears, please, I am happy the way I am. I truly am.
Your humble servant,
Daniel
Amy smiled as she nodded then turned the page.
23 August 1751
The kirk is located at the back of the castle and the stain glass windows on the left side of the kirk represented the story of Noah's ark. I did remember sitting near the window that represented the animals going into the ark and noticed that whoever made it forgot one of the pigs. Andrew told me that one of the lions ate it and his father smacked him on the back of the head.
"What are you looking at?" Andrew whispered while we stood at the alter and I blinked, nodding toward the window.
"Had no one ever noticed the mistake?" I asked and he smiled.
"Nay, they havenae noticed."
"Hmm," I said when the priest walked closer and we nodded our heads to him. My great-uncle had invited the entire clan and some of the neighbors to the wedding as I looked at the people sitting or standing in the small chapel and my hands were slightly shaking. Lady Pamela nodded at me and I smiled at her, but wondered if she could tell how scared I was. She just smiled when the pipers started playing and I looked toward the door to the chapel. The door opened when Commander Watertin, dressed in his uniform, led Anne down the aisle and I swear that my heart had stopped at the sight of her.
"Blessed Saints," I whispered as Anne held onto her father's arm and carried a bouquet of white roses in her hand. Her gown was a snow white color with lace and pearl trim and a long train was being carried by two handlers. The sleeves of the gown were long and ended at her wrists and had little pearls sewn into them. The collar of the gown was buttoned at her throat while a small brooch was pinned at her throat and the veil with small white flowers covered her face. She also had white slippers on her feet and she seemed to glide down the aisle, her smile, which I could just see, growing wider as she came toward me.
"Steady, Cousin," Andrew said as he placed his hand on the small of my back and I nodded, knowing that my legs were turning into water and smiled at Anne. The priest stepped forward when they arrived at the end of the aisle and held the bible close to his chest.
"Who gives this woman to be married?" he asked.
"Her mother and I," Captain Wartertin said as he nodded to Lady Pamela and Anne held her hand out to me. Taking her hand, I led her to the priests as we knelt down and he said the blessing while crossing his hand over us then we stood up. The rest of the service was beautiful as we said our vows then I remembered something and started biting my nails, a habit I stopped doing years ago.
"Father, if it's alright, I want tae explain what you're going tae do next," I said and he nodded. Turing to the others, I sighed then looked at the floor and placed my hands behind my back. "This is the part of the ceremony where Anne and I swear a blood oath to each other. What I mean is we are going to pledge our lives tae each other. Tae do that, we have to share each other's blood by a slit in our wrists."
"What?" Commander Watertin said with a shocked look on his face and Lady Pamela looked like she was going to faint.
"I will not cut them too deeply," the priest said as he tried to assure them that what we had to do was necessary and Commander Watertin sighed, nodding his head. I removed my dirk from my belt as I handed the dirk to him with the blade pointing straight up and felt Anne's hand trembling in mine. He blessed the blade then pour holy water over it and waved the blade over the flame of the candle on the alter. He walked to me when he grabbed my right wrist and slid the blade over my skin. The blood ran from the cut when he took Anne's left wrist and cut it. Placed our wrists together, he wrapped them together with a white cloth and tied our wrists together. Anne held tightly onto my lower arm as I smiled at her and nodded. We pledged ourselves to each other as the priest nodded then untied our wrists and wrapped two strips of cloth around our wrists and winked at Anne.
"Very good, Lass, I thought you were going to faint there for a second," he teased and she laughed. The priest finished the service then I lifted the veil and kissed Anne's lips. The entire chapel echoed with cheering as I placed my forehead against her forehead and she smiled at me.
"Man, I don't think Rory would have gone through with the blood oath part. Believe it or not, he's not big on blood," Amy said and the TARDIS grumbled a laugh while Amy turned the page.
(Now, I normally don't talk about my sex life, but I trust you enough not to tell anyone about what happened on my wedding night.)
"Yeah, sure I won't," Amy teased and the TARDIS grumbled a giggle.
The wedding feast lasted until the wee hours of the morning as I danced with my bride and would hold her on my lap during the celebration. Tried, but excited, we headed up to my room when I opened the door and picked her up, carrying her into the room. The fire was lit in the fireplace as candles cast a dim light around the room and a cool breeze came from the open windows. I closed the door when she wrapped her arms around my neck and took my piper hat off, tossing the hat over her shoulder.
"Hey," I said, but shrugged as we kissed and she moved her fingers through my hair. I held her head in my hands when I felt her tongue brushing against my lips and I opened my mouth. Our tongues met as we kissed and she moved her hand down to my kilt and she stroked me through the thick material. Moaning, I pulled her closer while we kissed then I moved back and she smiled at me. "Where did you learn how tae do that?"
"Susan told me that Luis loves it when she does that," she said softly and I smiled. I watched when she started undressing me while my clothes fell to the floor and I lifted my legs so she could take my shoes and hose off. Standing naked before her, I watched her moving her hands over my neck and shoulders, kissing one shoulder than the other, then moved her hands down my arms and picked up my right hand, unwrapping the bandage around my wrist. Kissing the cut, she kissed up my arm while cold shivers moved through me and she placed her hand against my chest near my heart. Moving behind me, she kissed the scars on my back as I arched my head back and sighed.
"Come here," I growled as I turned around and gently pulled the veil off her head. My body was aching for her as I fumbled with the buttons at her neck until she helped me and I brushed her hair out with my fingers. Kissing her neck, I fumbled with the buttons on the back of the gown when I got frustrated and picked up my dirk, removing it from the scabbard. Sliding the blade into the slit where the gown closed, I cut off the buttons as she giggled and removed the gown. Stepping out of it, she finished undressing until she was standing naked before me and I placed the dirk away, walking to her. "Aye, that is much better."
"Mother is going to be angry that you ruined the dress," she teased, but I shrugged and kissed her neck. She moved back while I untied the bandage around her wrist and kissed the cut. I stroked her cheek then kissed her again and she placed her hand against my chest. My hands moved down her back to her bottom while we kissed and her smooth skin tingled under my fingers. Her right hand moved along my stomach until she took my cock in her hand and gently stroked the underside of it.
"Och, you're nae wasting any time, are you?" I asked and she shook her head. Picking her up, I carried her to the bed when I tossed the bedding onto the floor and half tossed her onto the mattress. She giggled after landing on the mattress and I climbed onto the bed, kneeling over her. I went to kiss her when she placed a hand on my chest and I looked at her. "What's wrong?"
"I need to know something," she said with a serious look to her face and I blinked. "Are you a virgin?"
"Why?"
"I just want to know if I am the only woman you've been with," she said and I could see that she was serious. It is true that I had kissed lassies and did a little cuddle and spooning, but I never had sex until that night and smiled at her.
(Just so you know, I did fancy Victoria and Zoe, but I never spooned with either of them. Cuddled once with Zoe, but that's a story for another day. And I have kissed a lot of girls from traveling with the Doctor as you know.)
"Yeah, Sugar Lips, I know all about you kissing Peri. Get on with it," Amy said when a blast of warm air alerted her and Amy placed the bookmark in the journal while the Doctor walked toward her.
"Want to come see something cool?!" he asked with a childlike look in his eyes and she smiled, nodding her head. Placing the journal on the couch, she took the Doctor's hand as they left the room and the fire crackled in the fireplace.