"I'm not going to anywhere," Steffy laid her head back against Bill's wet chest. He swung his sponge around her and dropped water down the front of her breasts.
"I thought you'd be mad. It's why I was waiting to tell you what Sami was doing. You're good with all of this?"
"I don't like what it means for your son, but they all deserve to know," Steffy assured. "Why the secrets?"
"Because I want it to hurt when it happens. Brooke has taken so much from me. It's time I gave her a dose of her own medicine."
"Not from her, I get that. Why didn't you tell me? Don't you trust me?"
"I trust you, Steffy. I trust you more than anyone in the world, but I know you've been—"
"I buried my head in the sand because it was what needed to be done at the time to exist in my previous marriage. I was never quite me. With you, I can be the unapologetic woman that knows you have to be cruel to be kind. You don't judge me."
"I never will." He kissed the side of her head and laid his chin in her damp hair. "You ready to get out?"
"I don't know, I kinda love it here, Bill," she giggled. "Laying between your legs, feeling your excitement as you press against my back is kinda sexy."
"I'd much rather press it in other places. Too bad you used all the champagne in Atlantis." Bill kissed the side of her head as he stood with her dripping wet body out of the tub.
"It was so sticky, we just got clean."
"I cleaned you up that time. I licked every spot that needed my attention."
"I was still sticky," Steffy teased. "Your tongue can only do so much."
"I thought you said it did everything." Bill laid her on a towel he'd placed on the bed before he drew her bath. While he rubbed the water from her skin, he thought back on the night he'd never forget.
"By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss your bride." Bill grabbed her and pushed the hair from her beautiful face. He'd looked into her eyes before, but never as her husband. Just the knowledge that she would be his forever made looking at her different from any time before.
"Kiss me," she mused, and their lips met in fiery passion. The airless kiss left nothing to chance. If he was unsure before any doubts of her commitment to him were obliterated. As the outpour of supportive handclaps were shared, Bill felt and heard nothing but the woman who was now his wife.
They danced with their small group of friends and family. Bill received the threats about safeguarding her heart from her mother, brother, cousin, and even his son and their shared friends. He promised to handle her like the queen he perceived her as and spent the rest of the night celebrating with the warmest group of people he had been around in a long time. Although he extended the invitations, she had brought all them together. He knew they wouldn't be here otherwise.
With Steffy in his arms, Bill felt complete. He'd never felt this invigorated. Sliding his fingers under her chin, he lifted her eyes to meet his.
"How do you feel?"
"I feel great, Bill. We did it. We finally did it."
"I finally have you as my wife. There is nothing better. I've never felt more alive."
"Wait until you get me to our room." Steffy smirked as she leaned in to whisper in his ear. "I'll show you alive."
Bill eased through the rest of the night with thrilling anticipation of what was to come. His regret was the fact that he couldn't toast her with the champagne he ordered, but the reason why made it absolutely amazing. His baby, their baby, incubating in her womb. He'd wanted this, but there was nothing like the joy of knowing he had accomplished it.
After a few dances between Steffy and the guest at their impromptu wedding, Bill bid everyone goodnight and swept his bride away to begin their forever.
Carrying her over the threshold, Bill allowed her body to slide down his once they made it to the bed. In an instant, he ripped her out of her clothes. Her chest heaved for him, her skin glistened, and it was then he realized the glow she had. He should have seen it sooner.
"You're beautiful." He ran his hand down the crease of her breasts. Her stomach was flat, but he kissed it anyway. "I needed you."
Steffy kicked her leg out and ran her foot over his jean covered heat. "You're wearing too many clothes. I'm getting cold here waiting for you."
A smile lit Bill's features as he sat up and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. As he did so, Steffy reached to the side of them and snaked a champagne bottle from an ice bucket that adorned the nightstand. Shaking the bottle in her hand, she licked her lips, and he swooned.
"None of that for you. Drop it, Steffy."
"I never said it was for me." She popped the top, and he watched the liquid exude from the bottle and drench her skin. This was too good to be true.
"Steffy—"
"You said you can take it, come and take it. Lick off every single drop."
"Sweetheart, That is probably the sexiest sight I've ever seen." Bill felt as if his buttons and zippers evaporated as he watched his wife, the mother of his child, let the champagne saturate her delectable skin.
Bill was down to nothing but a smile once he reached her, and when her fingers dug into the chocolate he had next to the champagne, his brain was obscured with all the things he wanted to do to her. She slithered her fingers down his chest and all the way to his happy trail, wrapping her fingers around his swollen shaft.
"Steffy," he moaned.
"Bill, I'm hungry."
She licked her fingers and pushed him on his back, running her tongue down his flesh. "You taste good."
Bill bit down on her champagne covered neck and ran his tongue over the droplets that still remained. This was something out of a wet dream, and when her lips continued to kiss, and her tongue descended, his hands gripped her chocolate locks, holding on for dear life.
"Steffy." He bit his lip as her tongue unraveled his control. "Shit," he hissed, as she devoured the chocolate barrier between them. "Oh, damn." He wanted to rip her from her machinations but lost his nerve when her tongue traced and devoured his sweltering rapture.
His hips bucked as she took him down with a handless puissance display of her power. She'd exhibited only a tiny fraction of what she could do to him. He couldn't take it. He couldn't give it all over without at least taking her down first.
"Bill," Steffy chortled as he flipped her on her back. "You're sticky."
"And you're wet." Bill slid his body against hers and licked her mixture of champagne and chocolate from her fervent frame. "You're wet everywhere, my love."
Bill saw Steffy's hands grip the wet sheets as he slid his tongue over her alluring breasts, down her abdomen, paying special attention to the crease under her breasts. He figured out that was a special spot for her along the way. His hands dug into her sides as he kissed her stomach with blistering urgency. He paid close attention to the look on her face as he cradled her thighs and slid them apart to reveal the treasure within.
Steffy screamed as his tongue, filled with the alcoholic sweet mixture probed her dewy folds. Her restraint flew out of the window as he kissed her slowly, passionately, and swilled the sweetness she held. Her intoxicating taste made him consume her essence. Her legs tightening around him gave the signal that she was almost there. Rather than flood her with his tongue and heated breath, Bill pulled her legs further and penetrated the place he loved most.
"Ugh, dammit!" Steffy's hands gripped his arms, and her lips found his. Her moisture was on the tip of his tongue, he knew she could taste it, and she ran her tongue over his lips before sliding her tongue into his mouth.
"You can let it go, now," Bill whispered into her ear as she fell apart. A shaking, trembling mess in his arms, Steffy released her orgasm, clinging to him as he continued to pump inside her. Usually, he'd let her come down first, but the heated rain between her thighs made him want to stroke until he could no longer stand it.
Crossing her legs around him, Steffy sat up and pushed Bill back. The sticky sensation mixed with the wetness compounded their pleasure as her arms locked around him. She was back, he could tell by the way she was moving up and down with purpose.
"You don't get to give me one without getting it in return." Steffy smirked, licking a spot on his neck. "I want to hear you say it."
"Say what?" Bill managed to hiss through the short breaths he took. She was triumphantly bringing him to a vigorous climax. She seemed unapologetic in her quest to conquer him. He was impressed by her fire.
"That I'm the only one who can get you like this."
"You know you are."
With the utterance of the words, Bill gripped her hips to slow her, and she broke free to bring his climax to a head. She bit her lip, closed her eyes, and moved her hips, rolling them along his shaft and caused his detonation. He kissed his way down her chest and rolled her to the side. Caressing her head as it laid on his chest, he exhaled into the air. This wasn't what he was expecting, but when was life ever predictable with Steffy?
"We're going to have fun, Bill." She traced the muscles on his chest.
"Don't I know it. I'm going to have to keep my eye on you."
"You better." She kissed his chest. "I won't accept less."
"Bill!" He'd gripped her legs and started in on her again.
"Lay there and take it. I promised you that every night would be a great one."
Bill finished her off and put her to sleep. It didn't take much these days. She was a sexual maniac, but he'd found her sweet spot.
While Steffy slept, Bill watched her. He'd gotten lucky to find a woman that didn't judge him. He hadn't been that fortunate before her. She'd made it okay to do what needed to be done even though it could hurt his son. He loved his kids, but he also loved his wife. Besides the baby in her womb and Will, her security was the most important. She'd shared her concerns about Liam, and Bill would have to address those. First and foremost, the Logans had to pay. Sami would make sure of that.
Taking his place next to Steffy in bed, Bill cradled her in his arms. He covered her naked body and finally closed his eyes. Sleep found him moments later. He really was tired.
While Bill and Steffy slept, the door to their room opened. A dark figure moved through their room and took a seat in the chair next to their bed. Pushing the hair from Steffy's face, a vicious smile spread as a plan was concocted. Retreating from the room, the dark figure made their way downstairs. There was work to be done.
The sleeping couple was oblivious to the evil intentions circling in their home. While they slept happily in each other's embrace, smoke filled the bottom of their house. No alarms went off. The smoke detectors had been disconnected before the fire was set. Now, Steffy and Bill were at the mercy of their intruder as they sat back watching the flames build around their home.