Dallas, Texas

Removing his bowtie and cufflinks, setting them down on the hotel suite nightstand, Bobby sat on the edge of the bed to remove his shoes.

Catching the light as he untied his laces, the wedding band on his left hand made him stop and stare for a moment. For months, the sight of a ring on his finger had made his heart sink, but today was different, no longer did the shiny metal remind him of what he'd lost, now it reminded him of what he had.

His old ring was safely stowed away in a box at Southfork, he couldn't get rid of it, but he couldn't keep wearing it either. He'd exchanged rings with Jenna earlier in the day, symbolically starting a new life with her, one he hoped lasted far longer than either of his previous attempts at a lifelong commitment.

He didn't have the vocabulary to describe Jenna's wedding dress but he knew it was white, silk and she'd looked stunning in it. He knew from experience that she looked amazing without the beautiful dress too, knowledge that had his mind racing, waiting for her to appear from behind the door of the bathroom.

"…I've waited more than seven years to say it, but now I can, welcome to the family Jenna."

Remembering JR's reception speech it occurred to him that as anxious as he was for his new bride to come and join him the minutes passing were nothing in the grand scheme of their relationship.

They'd tried to marry once before and hadn't been successful but this time everything was different. They were different people, older, wiser, and more experienced. Their families were different, he was widowed, she was divorced and they in a way already shared a daughter. Their circumstances were different too, not a single person they knew objected to their nuptials, in fact, they had more support around them than he'd ever had for a relationship.

"Thank you JR."

Touching JR's hand as he returned to their table, Jenna shared a look with his brother, one he'd never seen Pam share with her brother-in-law.

"I meant it; things are as they should be now."

"I think so."

Delighted, Jenna didn't shy away from claiming her place in the family. She was Jenna Ewing, the name had been spoken for years in hypothetical situations and now it was finally hers.

Sliding his shoes under the bed, he walked over to the window, pulling the curtains to hide the cityscape. Soon they'd be off to Acapulco, away from the eyes of people so familiar to them, but tonight they were still in Dallas, their everyday lives close despite the privacy of the honeymoon suite.

Finishing undressing, save for one undergarment, he returned to the bed and performed his own turndown service, pulling back the sheets and pouring a couple of glasses of champagne, awaiting Jenna's return.

"You made everyone very happy today."

Speaking for himself, he was referring too to his family, hers, and their lifelong shared social connections. His daddy and JR had always liked Jenna, Charlie adored him and he adored her, and the family friends they'd grown up around had always expected to one day attend their wedding, gleeful that they now had.

"A wedding should make people happy."

He doubted that Jenna was referring to any wedding but their own when she said it, but the comment made him think. Her first wedding had resulted in a marriage that had ended almost as quickly as it started and his first wedding had resulted in a cool reception upon their return to Southfork, a feeling that only lessened as time passed but never really went away. The wedding they had just shared was one that satisfied more than just them as the bride and groom, this time everyone was congratulatory, not critical, and she was right, that was how it was supposed to be.

Turning his head at the sound of the door opening, he stood still for a moment, looking his new wife up and down, admiring the effort she'd put in to pleasing him. Her wedding dress had been all class, completely appropriate for the occasion of becoming a Ewing, but the attire she'd chosen for the consummation of their marriage was suggestive and had her personality written all over it. White was the colour of innocence, but she looked anything but innocent.

Approaching her, leaving the wine exactly where it was, he whispered a compliment in her ear and then trailed kisses down her neck. Tilting her head for him, using a hand to brush her hair aside to allow him easier access, she gasped. They were no strangers, he knew what she liked, what she wanted, and he was happy to make it happen, as was she.

With the touch of a hand on his chest and the slight turn of her head, she took some control back, their lips meeting and tongues dancing as they stood together, just feet from where their interaction was heading.

Sliding her hand down his chest, she let it rest on his hip for a few seconds before pushing it underneath his waistband. Groaning, finding it all very overwhelming, he pulled away from their kiss to catch his breath.

"We're just getting started, Mr Ewing."

Grinning, she didn't let up, her hands making light work of what she wanted.

Stepping forward, out of the fabric she'd pushed down enough to fall to his ankles, he whispered in her ear again. "I can't wait, Mrs Ewing."

Leaning up, she brushed her lips against his, pulling away before they could take things any further.

"Come and get it." Turning, she walked away from him.

Following closely behind her, enticed by her teasing, he reached out and wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her still as he pulled at the end of a neatly tied bow on her shoulder keeping the white silk and lace garment in place.

Turning her around as he revealed one side of her chest, the opportunity to stop and stare was fleeting, because the moment they were face-to-face again, the time for slow, lingering exchanges was over, and the next phase of their interaction had begun.

To be continued…