A/N: ANOTHER CHAPTER UP, SORRY FOR THE DELAY. THIS CHAPTER HAS THE WEDDING NIGHT AND NEXT MORNING, BUT DON'T WORRY I KEPT IT CLEAN, I PROMISE. AS ALWAYS, NO OWNERSHIP ON MY PART. ENJOY, AND PLEASE REVIEW.
CHAPTER 10: NIGHT INTO DAY
It was after one in the morning when the happy couple finally arrived home. Woody was fumbling with his keys as Jordan bent down and playfully kissed his neck. "Jordan slow down, we have all night. Let's at least get inside.", he joked, pulling her onto his lap. "What was that for?", Jordan laughed as they entered the apartment. "What? You didn't think I would carry my wife over the threshold." he stated, kissing her as they made their way to the bedroom. She started to unbutton his shirt and he ran his hand down her back, "Damn.", he muttered as his hand encountered the forty or so satin covered buttons that ran down the backside of her dress. "Now who's in a hurry?", she chuckled. Rising, she turned around and seductively lowered the zipper of her dress, "Do you honestly think I would have the patience to button all of these?", she chuckled over her shoulder. Jordan stepped out of her gown and gently laid it across a chair. "You get comfortable, I'll be right out.", she whispered as she retreated to the bathroom.
As Woody patiently waited for Jordan to return, he silently prayed that his body would not fail him because of his injuries. The doctors had reassured him that even though he had been hurt , they could still have a pretty normal love life. Then he chuckled to himself as it dawned on him, he hadn't been with anyone since Annie, and that was like a lifetime ago. Sure he had dated a few girls since moving to Boston, but he never felt for them what he felt for Jordan. Devan, once propositioned Woody, but being the gentleman that he is, he told her that he could never be with a woman he didn't love. Just then, the bathroom door creaked open, "Whatcha thinking about Farm boy ?", Jordan asked leaning against the doorframe, dressed in an ivory silk negligee, her long hair unpinned and flowing freely. "You.", he responded, taken aback by her beauty.
Jordan was in total awe at the sight of her husband as she slipped into bed next to him. She had never felt so loved, so wanted, so complete. He had always made her feel special, but the look in his eyes made her completely melt. They took things slow at first, talking, kissing, exploring each other. Because of his limited mobility and her take charge personality, Woody let Jordan control the progression. He loved watching her, soaking in every expression, every loving touch, every endearing word. And Jordan couldn't help but be amazed at the extent of her feelings, not just physical but emotional as the two finally became one.
Woody woke up just as the sun started peeking through the windows. He smiled as he looked at his wife sprawled out over him, her head resting on his shoulder, her arm draped over his chest, and her long leg laying across his. Even if he wanted to get up, he couldn't without waking her, so he ran his hand up and down her arm, she stirred, so he pulled her closer as she opened her eyes. "Good morning.", she offered, kissing his cheek. "Yes it is. Sleep well?", he asked, kissing her back. "Like a baby, how about you?", she responded, sitting up, her knees pulled to her chest, her hair falling over her bare shoulders. "Yep.", Woody replied, pushing up on his elbows. "Why?', he asked suggestively. "We've got a lot to do this morning.", she said, redressing in the ivory negligee that was discarded earlier that morning. "Then why are you putting that back on?", he laughed.
She smiled back, "No Woody we have brunch with the family remember?", she reminded. "Then off to Hawaii for a week.", he added, "And then to Wisconsin for my aunt and uncle's anniversary." Jordan nodded as she flopped back on the bed. She tore the covers off of Woody and playfully kissed his chest, then his stomach; she ran her finger under the waistband of his shorts and snapped it. "Ow, what was that for?", he chuckled. She jumped off the bed and moved down to grab his leg. "Time to get busy Detective.", she laughed, bending his knee to his chest. Woody flopped back onto the pillow, "C'mon Jordan.", he protested. "What Woody? You haven't had therapy in two days, did you really think I was gonna let you go all week without it?", she asked, sternly, but with a laugh. "You're no fun, all work and no play.", he stated jokingly. "Oh we'll play alright. But business before pleasure.", she laughed amusingly.
Jordan and Woody entered the hotel just as Aunt Betty and Uncle Charlie were coming off the elevator. "Hey you two, I guess we're the first ones here.", Aunt Betty observed, glancing around the lobby. "Where's Dolly?", Woody asked, noticing his cousins absence. "She must be in the dining room already. We knocked on her door before we came down and there was no answer.", Uncle Charlie replied. The detective in Woody started to worry until they entered the lounge to find Dolly and Nigel sitting on a couch next to a window, laughing and talking. Dolly was still dressed in her bridesmaid gown, Nigel's jacket over her shoulders, the small bouquet she had caught last night, cluched in her hand. Nigel was still dressed in his tux, the tie and vest tucked neatly in his pants pocket, the garter he had caught last night perched on his left upper arm.
During brunch, the plans for the next two weeks were discussed. Aunt Betty and Uncle Charlie were going back to Wisconsin to prepare for their anniversay party. Cal would be gone for a week on a business trip, since being promoted to assistant manager at work. Max had to go back to Chicago with his sister Maureen to take care of some legal issues pertaining to James. So Dolly offered to stay in Boston for the week, staying at Max's to take care of Bailey the dog and collect the mail from her cousins apartments.
Woody was opposed to Dolly staying alone in a big city without him or Cal to protect her. "We'll keep an eye on her Woody, don't worry.", Garret offered, nodding to the rest of the morgue staff. "I can handle it, don't you trust me Woody?", she asked innocently, with a smile. "Of course I trust you Dolly", he replied looking protectivly at her, then raising his eyebrow at Nigel. "Ouch Woodrow.", Nigel exclaimed with mock hurt. They all laughed, "You just make sure she stays safe.", Woody joked, pointing at Nigel. Dolly blushed. "You have my word.", Nigel smirked. Woody nodded, and relaxed a little, knowing Dolly would be just fine.