Author's Note: I wrote this in response to requests for Speed and Trixie to have a wedding night. So it's a bit explicit.

EPILOGUE…BIGGER NIGHT

Speed stood and watched the moon in the deep ultramarine sky, resembling a large silver button on a blue serge suit. The breeze was warm and perfumed with flowers from the garden, adding a sense of anticipation to the night, a sense of breathless eagerness like his spirit. He was waiting for Trixie to join him to begin their wedding night, the night he had longed for almost from the first time he saw her. He had carried her up to his room, her things already placed there by President Gabriele's staff during the reception, and after some passionate kisses, she sweetly excused herself to get ready for bed. He had taken the time to doff his tuxedo and put his robe on over his naked and stimulated body.

He sighed as he mulled over the events of the day, from the revelation from Rex before the ceremony, to the ceremony and then the reception, with Rex's return to the family like the Prodigal Son. He was so glad about that, it just made this, his wedding day that much more memorable.

My wedding day Speed mused I'm a married man and Trixie, the girl who's always been by my side, who's fought with me, who's thwarted criminals and shot a cobra, is finally, finally my wife. The day I first saw her she fractured me and I haven't been the same since. And tonight, she truly becomes mine. He became even harder as his thoughts lingered on the woman he loved and wondered how much longer he could wait for her, his body raging like an internal hurricane, his blood humming through his veins.

His thoughts were interrupted as he had the almost imperceptible sense that he was no longer alone on the terrace. The scent of wild flowers mixed and swirled on a soft zephyr as he turned slowly and saw a vision in a diaphanous white gown, chestnut curls dancing on the breeze. He smiled; a slow smile as his eyes burned with passionate fires turning them into star sapphires as Trixie's gown gently ruffled about her, turning pearlescent in the moonlight and her beautiful body was outlined by the filmy garment.

Speed took a deep breath as he drank in the beauty that was his bride. He drew up to her gradually as if he were afraid that she were an illusion that would vanish on being touched and that he would awaken to find that it was all a dream. But as he tenderly took hold of her silken shoulders and drew himself to her, he realized that she was reality, no longer an image in his mind or subject of his fantasies.

"Oh, baby, you're so, so beautiful," he said huskily as gently cupped her face in his hands. He reverently held her face in his hands just to savor the soft feel of her. He brought his lips down with a butterfly touch, softly with sweet unhurried languor. His tongue gently probed into her mouth and the taste was the sweetest nectar, intoxicating him and causing his mind to swim.

The kiss became deeper as softly moaning, Trixie pressed into him, snaking her arms under Speed's as she felt the fire of his ardor, pushing against her abdomen like a shaft of heat. Her gown was floating about, a flimsy barrier to the fire raging just to the outside.

With a guttural growl, Speed scooped Trixie up and then laid her down on the terrace, on an indoor-outdoor rug that covered the white brick floor. He pushed the slim straps of her nightgown down off her milky shoulders, and uncovered her firm breasts as his mouth made a fiery trail from her slender neck to the soft white globes.

"Oh, Speed," she breathed, her senses virtually singing as the warm scented breeze caressed them. But his mouth silenced her as he engulfed her in passionate, insistent kisses, his hands traveling down to her thighs and his fingers reaching inside the silky triangle of curls. Her back arched in pleasure as his fingers continued in their exploration of her most private part and his throbbing hardness pushed its way out between the edges of his robe as it attempted to part her thighs. Soon both articles of clothing were cast aside as the newlywed couple continued consummating their marriage.

Trixie was slowly losing her awareness under her husband's tender assault but she weakly tried to bring him to the present. "Speed," she whispered breathlessly.

"Huh?" He sounded like he was in the GRX again, in another dimension.

"We should go inside. The bed's more comfortable."

"But don't you want me to make love to you under the moonlight? The breeze is so warm, baby and you're so soft. So very, very, soft," Speed murmured as he captured Trixie's mouth again, drowning her in the wave of his relentless passion.

Trixie closed her eyes as Speed continued to cause her body to feel sensations so exquisite that she thought she would go insane with pleasure. Finally, he was inside her and the sharp pain she felt initially was lost in the ecstasy as her cries were smothered by his warm, insistent kisses. She dug her nails in his back as he reached climax deep inside her and then withdrew as she burst into tears, clinging to him, not wanting him to leave. He responded by whispering words of comfort and endearment, holding her to him as the flower-laden breeze stroked their fevered bodies.

Speed held his wife tenderly stroking her chestnut curls as they both laid entwined in the aftermath of their lovemaking. He was saying silently to himself at long last after all this time, Trixie's mine, all mine. She belongs to me and nobody will ever take her away from me, I'll kill them if they try he finished possessively. With that thought, he pulled her to him tighter as she sighed softly in contentment, wrapping her arm up and around his torso. He reached with his other arm to cover them with his robe and the night breeze ruffled the material as he spread it over them. He then closed his eyes as a languid drowsiness overcame him and he joined her in slumber. A few hours later, the rose light of dawn awakened Speed and gently cradling Trixie in his arms, he got up and carried her to the bed where he laid his precious cargo down and then joined her.

As he lay there by his sleeping wife, Speed couldn't help but reflect on the happenings of the last 24 hours for in that short stretch of time he had seen both his dreams come true. The anguish of his past had morphed into the bright promise of his future. He sighed in satisfaction as one heaven blessed and totally at peace knowing that all was well in his world.

For now…

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