Disclaimer: See chapter 1.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hm. . .wedding night! Get your mind out of the gutter, though, this isn't some dirty filler, there's real conversation in here! Enjoy!
London, England, June 1881
Sitting in front of the mirror in her new bedroom, Lena combed her long, black hair, which until a few moments ago had been braided, but now, spilled over her shoulders and onto her white wedding gown. Her white shoes and veil lay on the hard-wood floors where they had fallen off as Jack, who had disappeared downstairs for a moment, carried her through the threshold of their bedroom, not wanting to put her down after they had entered the house.
Looking up from her combing, Lena saw him examining her from the doorway, where he stood, to her excitement and terror, in only his under breeches, a bottle of wine in one hand that was propping him up, and two glasses in the other.
As he set them down on the bedside table, he approached her, and she could not help it, her body began to tremble. They were so in love, but that did not mean she was not scared of being intimate with him for the first time. Then, the shaking stopped as his hand grazed her shoulder, and he crouched down beside her, allowing his lips to touch her cheek, softly, first one and then the other.
"Are you frightened, my love?"
"No, Jack, we're married."
Sighing, he pushed her hair back off her neck, so he could kiss behind her ear, then, softly whisper.
"I know, but that does not mean you are not frightened. We do not have to if you do not wish."
"I want to. . .I want to make love to you, more than anything else I have ever wanted."
He seemed satisfied as she said this, but did not pursue her offer, rather going to the bed, and lying down, watching her still as she combed her hair, nervously. After awhile, he stopped watching, poured himself a glass of wine, offered her a glass, and finally began drifting to sleep at half past midnight.
She had never seen him sleep, of course, and he seemed so peaceful, as he did much of the time. Though, she could not help but feel guilty. She knew he had expected to make love, she herself had until the moment actually arrived, and she became fearful.
Why was she so nervous? He was her husband. Her lover. The one man she would be with for the rest of her life. Had she not been taught this by her governess? She had, but had not wanted to care about marriage. No one seemed to be good enough for her, then. They just wanted to bed and talk about their money, and bore her with a life of solitude and service to them, but Jack had wanted none of that, but rather encouraged her to be her own person, the woman he loved, and she had let him down.
Waking with a start at the sound of her brush being thrown down, Jack looked around to find her standing at the end of their bed, watching him with fire and lust.
"Lena?"
Crawling to him, she kissed him with lust on her lips and one intention in mind. It was most startling to the half-conscious Jack, but he was soon awake and ready for what she wanted to do. Holding up her left-hand, he examined the ring he had placed there only ten hours previous, and kissed it.
"I believe this gives me permission to have my way with you."
Climbing on top of her, he was surprised at how quick the tables changed and he was looking into her seductive brown eyes.
"You may have that backwards, dear."
Smiling at her boldness, he wasted no time in removing her wedding dress, exposing soft, olive skin, that burned with passion, his fingers playing with her hair as she kissed him, and then, he reached over, extinguishing the only source of light.
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Hours later, Lena lay in the darkness of their bedroom, still energized from their passion, and not being able to sleep, though Jack's breathing had deepened long ago, his arm around her waist. She was thinking about their love making, their wedding, and their future, but most of all the one thing that combined all three of these subjects, the fact that she may be quickening with Jack's child at the very moment, and she had still not told him of her secret life, the fact that she was the one and only Slayer.
How was she to be his wife if she kept secrets? Worse off, how was she to be a mother? Her thoughts must have been weighing on her more than she realized, for a moment later, she was calling for her husband, not even meaning to.
"Jack, are you awake?"
"Mm."
"Really?"
"Mmhm."
Rolling over to face him, she found his eyes were only half-open, but decided to proceed with confiding in him.
"I have something I have not told you."
"If it's that you're very good at making love, I've already found that out."
Smiling to himself, and causing Lena to smile, as well, and brush his cheek with her hand, Jack closed his eyes, again, thinking their discussion was over. His hopes were dashed, though, as she called his name, again.
"Jack, dear. It's not that."
Knowing she would not give up until she got what she wanted, his attention, he propped himself up on one arm, forcing himself to open his eyes, and look at her.
"What's wrong?"
"I have not told you something. Something serious."
"What is it?"
"I work for. . .well, I don't work for them, but they control me. . ."
"Who, my love?"
"My father and his friends. They're called the Watchers Council."
"The Watchers Council?"
"Yes."
"And, they control you?"
"Yes, because I am. . .a Slayer. . .the Slayer."
"The Slayer? Slayer of what?"
Shrugging, and laying her head near his chest, her arms wrapped around his waist, Lena decided that confiding everything at once was probably the best approach, he could not leave her if she carried his child in her womb, or if he really was madly in love with her, as he claimed.
"Vampires. Demons. The forces of darkness. Do not think me crazy, Jack, I am telling the truth. Please, believe me."
Tilting her head upwards, Jack kissed her lips, then drew back, looking into her eyes.
"You do not look crazy, and I've known quite some time about vampires, demons, and the forces of darkness. Though, Slayer. That's new."
"So, you are not going to admit me to an asylum?"
"Oh, no, my love. I could never find someone as perfect as you. Though, your father and his friends, I do have a slight problem with that. I am your husband. . .and master."
Slapping his chest, playfully, Lena leaned in for another kiss, and placed his hand on her stomach.
"Jack."
"Yes, my love?"
"Am I carrying your child, now? You, being a doctor, would know, correct?"
Shifting, so that both his hands were on her stomach, Jack kissed it, and then trailed up to her lips, capturing them with his own.
"Me, being a doctor, would know, but only when you quicken. Though, I doubt making love once would do it."
"So, I am not carrying a babe?"
"I did not say that. You very well may be. Though, I hope not. I would like to have some fun before children come along."
"Mm, what kind of fun?"
Changing her position, so she was lying on top of Jack, Lena kissed his neck, ready to wear herself out, and use her Slayer muscles for other purposes than slaying evil demons. Though, the moment she made to put her plans into action, he stopped her, looking into her eyes.
"I have not told you everything, either, my love."
"What do you mean?"
Slipping back into bed beside Jack, Lena looked into his eyes, which held the one emotion she had never seen on Jack, sadness.
"What is it?"
"Have you ever wondered why I do not mention my parents?"
"Your father died, Jack, and your mother. . ."
"Was a whore. Probably still is."
Started to hear Jack speak like this, his usual calm and polite manner gone, Lena brushed his cheek with her hand.
"She slept with my father, his mistress, and got pregnant, he abandoned her as she quickened with me, and I never met him until he lay on his dying bed."
"And he signed everything to you."
Jack looked down at her, a dark shadow passing over his face, but it was forgotten as he became his soft self, laying his head on the crook of her neck, and kissing her, passionately, then, climbing on top of her.
"He did, indeed, Mrs. Wyndam-Pryce."
Gasping, and kissing Jack as she found his lips, Lena wrapped her arms around his neck, and enjoyed her wedding night.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hm. . .perfect marriage, what more could they want? Can't things stay perfect? Not if you've already guessed where I'm taking this. Next chapter, she wanted a baby, right? Hm. . .