They were married around midnight by Father Ralph, Constantine's "friend", in a little church on the other side of town. Mary wore a simple, strapless white dress that fell to her knees. She had insisted that she would wear something nice, refusing to get married with sweaty clothes on. Constantine personally didn't care how she looked; she would always be beautiful to him.

The vows were said, and rings they had bought from an all night pawnshop exchanged, they were now husband and wife in the eyes of the church. As Constantine kissed his bride, he knew that this was by far the happiest, most unexpected moment he had ever had.

I'm married, he inwardly marveled.

Constantine thanked Father Ralph after the ceremony, entwining his fingers with Mary's. They left quickly, both in silent anticipation for what was to come as soon as they got home.

When they arrived at the bowling alley, more precisely at his front door, Constantine suddenly swept Mary off her feet, tucking one arm beneath her knees and the other supporting her back.

"John!" she squealed happily. "What do you think you're doing?"

Constantine grinned wickedly. "Just carrying my wife over the threshold, what does it look like?"

Mary giggled, tightening her hold around his neck as he strode into the apartment, laughing with her. He didn't let her go until he reached the bedroom.

As soon as Mary's feet hit the ground, she kissed him, sweetly attacking his mouth. Constantine responded right away, his hands framing her face as he plundered the depths of her own mouth. He felt Mary's hands start to undo his tie.

He pulled away, leaning his forehead against hers. "Are you sure?" he asked. Mary nodded.

"Yes," she whispered softly. Constantine didn't need anymore encouragement.

He kissed her again as his hands roamed the span of her back, lingering at the zipper of her dress. Mary loosened his tie, breaking the kiss to toss it somewhere. She had already managed to unbutton the first few buttons of Constantine's shirt before he leaned into kiss her once more. His thumb and forefinger took hold of her dress's zipper. He pulled it down slowly, making the zipping sound echo in the dark room. Once the zipper was down as far as it would go, Constantine's hand slid between Mary's shoulder blades, holding her against him.

She's not wearing a bra.

Mary had already un-tucked his shirt, working on the last button. Still kissing him, she pushed the garment off his shoulders, gripping his shoulders tightly as Constantine slowly, ever so slowly, began to pull down her dress. It seemed like an eternity before it was a pool of silk around her ankles.

Mary's heart was pounding inside her now naked chest. As soon as her dress had hit the floor, Constantine had pulled her flush against him, her breasts pressed up against his chest. The first real touch of naked skin to naked skin was almost her undoing. A strange ache had suddenly overcome her, and her breasts were tingling with want. In a daze from the sensations she was feeling, Mary kissed Constantine harder, her tongue dueling with his in the concave made from both their mouths.

Mary gasped when she felt Constantine's warm, large hand cover her right breast. His palm grazed her nipple, teasing her. He flattened his hand, gently kneading the soft flesh, making Mary moan. Almost unaware of what she was doing, her hands began unbuckling Constantine's belt. She felt the hard evidence of his arousal, causing him to break away from her lips harshly. He looked at her as if she had sprouted another head or something.

"What?" she asked innocently. Constantine's gaze traveled from her face down to her bare breasts. His fingers twitched at their perfection. Not too small, but not huge, either, they seemed to be the perfect size for his hands to cup them. He remembered the feel of her hard nipple against his hand. It made him even harder.

"Nothing," he said, his voice thick with an intense need. It was all Constantine could do but throw her on the bed and take advantage of her, but he withheld the impulse. He moved to her again, backing her up until she felt the bed behind her. "Sit down."

Mary sat, feeling a little foolish with no shirt on. Despite the heat flooding her body and thoroughly enjoying the way Constantine kept looking at her, she felt kind of weird sitting there, still in her underwear and stilettos heels. He didn't seem to mind, though. He just kneeled on the floor, his hand sliding down from her thigh to her ankle, causing chills to run through Mary's already tingling body. Her head rolled back, her eyes closed in the sensations Constantine was causing, even though he was only touching her leg. His hand gripped her ankle and gently slid the shoe off her foot, his finger tickling the bottom of her foot. He repeated the action with her other foot.

Constantine stood up, wordlessly moving Mary to lie down, settling next to her. He kissed her again, trying to convey all the love he held in his heart for her. He pulled away, smiling at her before moving down to her chest, pulling her right nipple into his mouth.

Mary moaned loudly, nearly jumping off the bed. "John," she hissed, threading her fingers in his fair, pulling him closer to her. His tongue flicked her nipple back and forth as his other hand kneaded Mary's other breast. When he began to suck it, Mary's hips bucked against his. Constantine switched his attentions to her other breast before kissing a trail down her stomach until he reached the waistband of her panties. Constantine paused, glancing at Mary.

She was so beautiful it hurt to look at her. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lip, writhing under his ministrations. When she felt him stop touching her, she looked at him with a silent pleading in her green eyes. Constantine tugged her panties down, maintaining eye contact until he had tossed them somewhere on the floor. Then he looked down, marveling at her naked body. She was just as perfect as he had imagined.

Constantine's hand rested against the heat pulsing from between her legs, his finger rubbing against the bump that resided there. Mary squealed.

"John!" she cried out, her head rolling to her side. Chuckling, he did it again. She moaned, her entire body shaking, craving for release. Constantine took pity on her, and slid a finger inside.

Mary's head rose of the bed in surprise. She fell back against the pillow, gasping as Constantine's finger slowly moved in and out, in and out. Her hands held the sheets tightly as she sweetly suffered under Constantine's actions.

After he had added the second finger, Mary halfway sat up, leaning against her forearms. "John," she pleaded. "Please, I need you."

Constantine stilled, his fingers still buried inside of her. His eyes darkened, drinking in the sight of her—naked, sweating, panting, and begging him to fulfill her needs, a task that he was all to happy to accomplish. Wordlessly, he stood up, removing the rest of his clothes. Mary watched unabashed at the evidence of his obvious arousal.

He lay beside her again, closing his eyes briefly when his bare skin touched Mary's. He settled himself above her, his large hands pushing her thighs far apart. He groaned when he felt all the heat exhuming from her.

"Ready?" he managed to croak out.

"Yes," Mary whimpered. "Please."

Constantine moved his hand to cradle the back of her head, threading his fingers through her dark curls as he entered her body with one swift movement. Both groaned at the sudden connection, the sensations each were feeling.

He rested his head in the valley between Mary's breasts. "Fuck," he breathed softly, slowly beginning to move, copying the movements of his fingers from earlier. Mary gasped, and then moaned.

"John," she cried out, wrapping her legs around his waist. Her fingers sunk into the flesh of his shoulders. "Oh my God, John!"

Constantine grunted, still moving inside of her. He could already feel his release coming, but was determined to have Mary climax first. As he moved, his finger came between them, rubbing her sweet spot, causing her to cry out again. He suddenly felt Mary's inner muscles clamp down on him, pushing him to his own orgasm. He let out a strangled yelp as he made his final thrust.

Breathing heavily, Constantine looked down at Mary. Her green eyes were staring back at him, and she was smiling.

"Wow," she said. "That was…"

"Fucking amazing," Constantine finished for her. Mary laughed, causing him to moan softly, due to how he was still inside of her and all.

Mary cupped his cheek gently, leaning up to kiss him. He kissed back, framing her face with his hands. He felt himself grow hard again, a fact that did not go unnoticed by Mary. She smiled.

"Again?" she teased with raised eyebrows.

"Better get used to it," Constantine said seriously. "Because this is just the beginning."

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Author's Note: Well, this story is pretty much at its end. I think I'll add one more chapter to wrap it up, but I am considering writing a sequel. If anyone has an opinion/idea of what they would like to see happen, let me know.

One more thing: I've started writing a one shot companion piece for this story called "A Night in the Life...", so if anyone wants to check it let me know.

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