AN: Inspired by a vintage photo of a passionate couple. TOS-verse.
Twenty-One: Wedding Night
Marital bliss for Virgil and Tin-Tin.
He'd imagined this so many times, even fantasized about it in moments alone to satisfy a raw, aching need, but now she was here, and she was his forever.
"Virgil," she whispered. "My love."
"Yes," he rasped, and they were moving, searching, plumbing the depths together. "Oh, yes."
She pulled him down to her, and he kissed her, knowing he was pressing hard enough to bruise, but still she pulled him all the closer.
Her nails dug into his back, her lithe body tensing under his and hushed words in her native tongue spilling into his ear, and still he moved, taking his pleasure of what was now rightfully his. He'd was done with waiting, done with lingering in the shadows. His wife, the words echoed in his mind. His wife.
"Oh–" she gasped, and the pretty, perfect face below him flushed, eyes wide, mouth open like an exotic flower. "Virgil–"
He let himself spill into her, filling her with everything he had and more. When the last of the stars had cleared from his vision, he crashed to the mattress beside her.
"I can't wait to do that again," she purred, and he laughed despite the drowsy warmth settling over him. He gathered her into his arms, marveling how easily she fit there.
His. His forever.