A/N: I know this isn't the exact prompt you gave me, but it sparked something within. Hope you enjoy xx Mariah
Everyone said that there was a moment when a person knew that they were gonna to marry someone. With Melinda, it was different. Jim didn't remember a time when he didn't want to marry her.
But there was a time when they were just driving around because they had nothing better to do but being together.
She was singing a song on the radio at the top of her lungs. It took over her whole body. He had never seen a woman sing that way, and she rarely ever sang in front of people. Her face was bright red, her hair flying around and her smile was so wide.
She'd leaned into him after, kissing his bare arm because was summer and lying back in her seat. She'd lost it in a fit of giggles.
Now she was doing the same thing, but instead of wearing jeans and a tank top, she was in her wedding dress.
"What's so funny?" He asked, parking his truck outside the Grandview Royal Hotel.
He had yet to finish the house enough for them to stay there tonight, but they'd rented a hotel room for two nights for him to finish it up enough.
"I don't know. I think all that champagne and vodka I had is finally kicking in." She giggled and then looked over at him. "Hey husband... "
He took it all in. He wanted to remember this moment forever. The first time he'd taken her home as husband and wife. She looked so beautiful and this moment was completely natural and out of instinct.
A smile brushed across her face and she reached out for his hand.
"I love you," she whispered, sliding across seat to him. "So much."
"I know," he said. "I love you too." He leaned in, kissing her.
Her lips so soft yet sweet. When their foreheads touched after the kiss, the future flashed before his eyes.
They were going to be happy.
The elevator doors opened when they got to the fourth floor and he swooped her into his arms. Her dress fanned out and she kissed him as he walked out into the hallway. It was long before they got to the door and pushed the door open.
He set her on her feet and she pulled him in the room, pushing him back against the door.
"Hey there," he groaned, pulling her to him and kissing her neck. "You should go look behind the bathroom door, there's a surprise."
"A surprise?" She pulled back, smiling at him. "Well I guess I could freshen up and get out of this dress."
"Need any help?" He asked, running his hands over the straps on her dress. "I'm good at getting you out of things."
"I'll be fine," she chuckled, kissing his cheek. "You should go lie down and get ready for me."
He found her lips then, backing her into the bathroom and lifting her onto the sink. God he'd wanted her all night. They'd danced and drank all night with their friends and now it was their time.
"Jim," she gasped, his mouth sucking on her collarbone. He moved her dress down, to her stomach and sucked her nipple into her mouth. She moaned, grinding against him and pulling him closer to her. "Oh god… don't ever stop using your tongue like that."
He pulled back and smiled at her, kissing her. "I think I'll leave you to it," he flicked the light on and loosened his tie. "See you out there."
"Such a tease," she growled and rolled her eyes, pushing herself off the counter. She closed the bathroom door, letting the dress fall off her. She hung it up and zipped the dress bag shut.
Melinda removed the pins from her hair and the pearls from her neck. Her hair now flowed freely over her naked shoulders. She walked over to to the back of the door, grabbing the white bag that hung there and looked inside. There was a nightgown that she pulled out a smiled at the feel of the soft creme material.
Oh Jim knew her too well.
It's short, it looked like it would only barely cover her upper thighs. The neckline was low and was decorated with lace.
She set it out on the counter as she washed away all the layers of makeup, before she pulled it on. The nightgown was so thin that the outline of her stiff nipples showed through the fabric. After a moment's hesitation, she decided not to keep on the panties she was wearing and slid them down her legs.
She came out of the bathroom and rounded the corner, walking slowly. He'd kicked off his shoes and taken off his tuxedo jacket and shirt, leaving his undershirt tucked into his pants. He looked tired, he was leaning up against the headboard of the king-sized bed, flipping through channel after channel on the TV. He sighed and turned off the TV, looking over to find her there.
"You look wonderful," he blushed. "How are you doing? I mean… It's been a long day."
"Yeah. I'm... good." She smiled, walking toward him. She sat on the bed and he moved over a bit, her hand falling on his thigh. "I'm still a little woozy from drinking."
"What was your favorite part?" He asked.
She didn't really know what to answer. Every second of this day had been lovely. "As much as I've loved today, right now is the best and it's not because of anything. It's just because it's the first second of today that I've had alone with you." She smiled, moving her hand from her thigh to hold his hand.
"Yeah, I guess that's true." He said, shrugging. He moved closer to her, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I'm glad to have the rest of my life with you. I really am."
"Me too," she smiled. "I like the present. It's so soft Jim."
He gave her a quick kiss, holding her face as he pulled back. "You looked amazing in your dress today. You still do." He smiled at her, looking over her. His hand moved from her cheek to her thigh, tracing lines up there. He kissed her again and her legs parted, his hand sliding up her thigh. He moaned as he felt that she was not wearing any panties. "You're so good to me, you know?"
She laughed as he moved her further up the bed, to a fully lying position. "I thought it would be a nice touch," she purred, closing her legs as she balanced up on her elbows. She winked at him and licked her lips as he moved to get between her legs. "Not to fast… pay the toll." She said, wagging her finger at him. "Two piece of clothing."
He chuckled, leaning forward to kiss her as his hands pulled on his undershirt, loosening it from his pants as he pulled back to pull it over his head. He unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants as he kissed her again, falling between her legs that she opened for him.
He watched her sleep after, his newly wedded wife, curled up on her side toward him and the bed sheet draping over her, not wearing anything underneath. He reached out and skimmed his hand across her cheek, a ritual of his. He's done it every time he caught himself watching her.
She was just so cute when she was relaxed. But there was not a twitch, not a spasm, barely any movement besides the rising and falling with each intake of air. Her body totally at peace, at rest, at one with itself, rejuvenating the mind and muscles before the onset of yet another day of life. She moved her head then, touching his hand with hers,and smiling as she opened her eyes to see him.
"You just get more beautiful every time I see you," he whispered and leaned forward to press his lips to her forehead.
"Hey handsome," she mumbled sleepily as she yawned. "You're awfully sweet saying things like that. Makes me feel good knowing you think that Jim." She moved up and kissed him, wrapping her arm around him before she rolled onto her back, the sheet falling to her stomach. "You coming back to bed?"
Her tongue grazed over her lips as she pulled him back, suddenly he was lying on top of her, kissing her neck. Her hands were exploring, moving over his chest and down his stomach. Her hand slid into his boxers and she palmed him then as he groaned into her neck, pulling back and moving to get off the bed again.
"Where you going?" She sighed, moving up to wrap her arm around him, her fingers tracing over his chest.
"Just gonna get some water," he moved off and turned to look back at her, but she was glancing over at the window. "Is someone here?"
"I felt something for a second," she said, looking back at him. "But whoever it was is gone now. Oh well. It's for the best then I guess. We'll be here in the morning."
"Yeah, well." He shrugged. "You'll figure it out. You always do. Let me know if you need anything."
She smiled and laid back into the bed. She heard him filling a glass and coming back. He set the glass down on the side table and walked over to his bag where he pulled out a few candles and a lighter.
"Jim, are you sure about that?" She looked around for any apparent smoke detectors and there wasn't.
"It won't smoke too bad. We should be fine," he whispered, then shrugged and sat down on the bed. "I need to see you this time. I want to remember everything."
She nodded, smiling, not wanting to speak now. He was right. This was about them. He turned off the lights and moved into bed with her.
"You look so beautiful in the candlelight," he whispered into her neck, pressing a kiss there.
She laughed, pulling his face up to hers to smile at him. "I love you," she breathed. "I always will."
"I believe you," he said, kissing her cheek. "I will always love you too." He moved down over her, kissing her thighs as he lowered his mouth between her legs.
She gasped, thrusting herself against him as he pressed her center with his nose with every movement of his head. She was chanting her name in a voice that egged him on more, it was such a soft sigh that was complemented by ending in a moan. But when he slid one, then two, and finally three fingers inside her, she rose her hips frantically to meet his hand.
After she shuddered under his mouth, she grabbed his hair and pulled him to her. She hesitated before kissing him, but she leaned in eagerly. After a brief moment she pulled back.
"Is that what I taste like?" She asked, looking at him. He nodded and she shrugged. "I can see why you like it," she whispered and kissed him again as he pushed into her, his face buried in her neck, her nails digging into his back.
This night would be never ending, he just knew.