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I own my original characters and original story.

Unbeta-ed and Drabble-ish. No heavy angst.

I had to split this into 2 chapters because it was soooooo long…..

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"Ed?"

"Yeah, Izzy?" I answered between kisses.

"Ya got on too many clothes," she breathed the words against my lips.

"Girl," I gasped out as I tried not to choke on my own tongue, "ya say the most unexpected things," I telled her with a smile. "But I suppose, to be fair, I should shed some of 'em."

She smiled like she'd just won a small victory.

I could feel Izzy's eyes borin' into me as I removed my boots and then my trousers. The gasp I heared escape her mouth as soon as my trousers hit the floor liked to make me laugh out loud.

"Ed!" She almost hollered my name. "Why ain't ya wearin' no drawers under your trousers?"

I did laugh then. "My dear wife, if ya ain't noticed, it's comin' onto summertime and it's fair hot down here in Mississippi."

"I know but, I guess I was just a might surprised."

Knowin' full well that my shirt tails was long enough to cover where I needed 'em to, I sat down on the bed and took Izzy's hand in mine.

"Now, we's even. I ain't wearin' nothin' except my shirt."

She reached up with her free hand and played with my collar. "I'm scared."

I wrapped my arms around her then, pullin' her to me, "I've got ya Izzy, I ain't gonna let nothin' bad happen, I promise."

She nodded her head against my chest. "Mam said it sometimes hurts…. the first time."

I frowned 'cause I didn't rightly remember hearin' that afore. "For true?" I whispered.

She nodded again.

My head was spinnin' in confusion, "Izzy, I don't wanna hurt ya…"

"I know. I reckon it cain't be but so bad, and Mam said it's only the once."

I let go of her then and turned away in order to stare at the floorboards.

Her soft touch on my arm was enough to pull me from my musin's, and I turned to face her again. "I don't mind Ed, truly. When I said 'I do', it meant I was ready to be your wife in every way that the good Lord intended."

She pushed away the covers afore wrappin' her arms around my shoulders. "I love ya, Ed."

I looked into those brown eyes, so trustin', and kissed her sweet lips. "Oh, Izzy. I love ya too."

We just sat there for a time, not movin', as I wrassled against the thought of hurtin' her. There commenced a battle which pitted my muddled brain against the burnin' fire of my physical need. It warn't long afore the flesh was winnin'. I sighed in defeat, knowin' it was a lost cause, 'specially when Izzy was sidin' with my pecker.

I let my hands travel along the smooth planes of her back until they come to rest on her hips, afore leanin' in to whisper in her ear, "Can I see ya, Izzy?"

She took a deep breath afore noddin' and I pulled back so's I could take her in.

The light in the room was dim enough so's I couldn't see through the thin material of her shift, but it warn't no matter 'cause I'd committed the vision of Izzy bathin' to memory. I then gently pushed the material of the shift away from one of her shoulders, layin' it bare, afore placin' a lingerin' kiss there against her soft skin.

I pulled back and looked into her eyes, "Would it be alright if we took this off?" I asked as I touched the material of her shift with my fingertips.

She didn't answer, instead she grasped the hem of her shift and began liftin' it up. I sat there, struck dumb, as Izzy pulled it over her head and tossed it to the floor.

Oh my sweet Jesus…

The memory of Izzy warn't nothin' compared to the reality. She was like a dream; all soft curves and hidden secret places that I yearned to explore.

My blushin' beauty.

Never in a million years would I have considered myself worthy of havin' her.

But she was mine, and I was hers. And I had the paper to prove it.

"You're beautiful beyond words Isabella." I telled her as the urgent need to join with her consumed me. "Izzy, I'm gonna take off my shirt now," I telled her, still attemptin' to go at a slow pace.

All she did was nod in reply.

I fumbled for such a time with the buttons, my maimed hand not cooperatin' in the least, that she finally giggled and pushed my hands away. I didn't watch her as she unbuttoned my shirt, 'cause I was fair mesmerized by the way her bosom rose and fell with each breath she took.

Once she worked the last button, I heard her gasp again and looked back at her face. She warn't lookin' up at me though, she was lookin' down at my…..

Oh

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I just never seen, um,…" She give me a puzzled look.

"Ya never seen a man's privates afore?"

"I reckon I seen 'em, when my brothers was little and used to run around nekked as jaybirds afore Mam give 'em a bath." She looked down again, still starin'.

"I just never seen one lookin' all stiff like that." She was blushin' harder than I'd ever seen afore. "Is there somethin' wrong with it?"

I laughed again, but Izzy just kept starin' at my pecker.

"God's truth girl, I'm that glad I married ya." I looked down, noticin' that my wife's questionin' hadn't done nothin' to change the situation down south. "Izzy, didn't your Ma tell ya 'bout what happens afore a couple is joined? How the man's privates get a might excited."

Izzy gasped and looked up at me. "I don't recollect her sayin' that Ed. So it's supposed to be doin'that?"

"It wants to join with ya," I bent down to kiss her lips again.

"It does?"

"In the worst way, sweet girl." I telled her afore yankin' my shirt off the rest of the way and sendin' it to lie on the floor with her shift.

"I reckon ya better give it what it's askin' for then," she whispered as she lay back, pullin' me on top of her.

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A/N In those days, the 'drawers' that men wore under their trousers were basically loose long johns, I don't blame Ed for going commando in the summertime, who would want to wear two pairs of long pants?

Don't threaten violence…the next chapter will post in mere minutes….