This is for two ladies who know who they are, who are a small dedicated fan base for this couple! One of them has been hounding me for some awkward wedding night smut, is it awkward. of course, it is.
"Well, here we are," Carl said as they sat by the hearth of the fireplace of their small cottage. A cottage that belonged to a bed and breakfast.
"So we are," Marianne said with a smile as she looked up at him through her eyelashes. Both still in their travelling clothing. "It was a nice day all around," she told him as his hand brushed over hers. She leaned into him with a sigh.
"It was," Carl agreed. "Simple, with some good food and cake of course." He said.
"I had them pack some away from you," Marianne told him as she caught his hand and threaded her fingers through it.
"Hmm, I knew I married you for a reason," Carl hummed.
"And here I thought that reason was to make your family believe you're a good little Christian boy?" Marianne teased him.
"I married you because I wanted to, " Carl corrected her with an amused smile on his face. "How could I not want to when you make me laugh," he said as he laid a kiss on her shoulder. "You don't mind my excessive talk about wildlife," he kissed her collarbone this time. "Plus you are beautiful, very beautiful."
"You know for someone who has never kissed a woman before me." Marianne said without thinking as she turned to face him "Oh gosh I didn't mean it like that!"
Carl laughed awkwardly. "It's fine, it's the truth and I know you didn't mean it like that." He tried to reassure her. "But continue, I'm what for someone who has never been what before you? A good kisser? A quick learner?"
"Very much so," Marianne told him. "Though truthfully the last boy, man I kissed was a decade ago, just going by gut instinct." She told him as she caught his lips before he could say anything back.
"Hmm give me a moment?" Marianne told him as stepped back from him and took another drink of wine they had brought with them. She grinned and stood up grabbing her bag and winked at him before closing the small bathroom door.
Carl looked around, taking a drink himself. The wine was a good idea, wherever she had managed to get it. It was was good, but still, his mind was blown he was a married man. He was lost in his thoughts when the bathroom door opened, all he could see was a pair of black trousers. Curiosity got the better of him as he scanned upwards. To see a white shirt blousing out from the waistband of the pants.
"What in the world?" He asked as he looked her over before seeing what appeared to be a thin moustache. One that she attached somehow above her lip. "Come here," he told her as he sat down on the bed. Which was something they tried to avoid until now?
Marianne walked slowly over to him, her heart beating fast as she stood between his legs. "Where ever you get these trousers, I commend the makers of them. Though, generally, I prefer any person to be clean-shaven," he told her as he peeled the tiny strip from her face. "That said, don't ever feel like you have to be someone you are not just for me, Mary. Though anytime you wish to wear trousers," Carl smirked.
"We just weren't sure how this would go," Marianne reminded him. "Attraction plays a large part generally, I just wanted to make you feel comfortable?"
"I am comfortable because I am with you. Yes, we said we would give a good honest college try, but I don't think there is any need to put pressure on it. Tonight, tomorrow, a month from now? Does it truly matter when?" Carl said he pulled her closer. "but I won't lie the trouser make it worthwhile for me. If there is one thing I enjoy on anyone, it's a well-filled out seat."
"So it's a good thing that I have a few pairs?" Marianne told him with a smirk.
"Very good news," Carl hummed as he fiddled with the buttons on her shirt. "One practicality though needs to be addressed. Do we wait until we are settled and I have a more regular job, or do we just see what happens?"
"Do we need to think of such things right now?" Marianne pouted.
"If we continue as we are, yes," Carl told her as he was still undoing the buttons on her shirt. The silk of her camisole playing peek-a-boo in the lamp light catching his eyes as he squinted. Discovering the small pattern insertion of lace that appeared to have delicate butterflies, bumblebees, along with pink flowers. "Lord what are you wearing?"
Marianne giggled and stepped back from him. "This old thing?" She asked as she pushed the shirt from her shoulders. "Just a little something I had made up with some trim I found."
"You are full of surprises," Carl said under his breath. His response slowly becoming more and more apparent, which made him relax. The last time he had such a bodily response it hadn't been at the thought of a woman. Rising as he placed his hands on her hips, pulling her in to kiss her.
"You are much too overdressed," Marianne giggled once more as the buttons of his waistcoat dug into her.
Carl grinned as he quickly shed the offending article and pulled at his collar and tossed it across the room. Pulling at his shirttails he smiled at his as he unbuttons a few buttons. "Better?"
"Hmm, more?" Marianne told him with a wicked smile, as she watched him pull his shirt over his head. Not bothering with all the buttons, "how are we doing?"
Carl gave her a look that told her to not ask silly questions, was it not obvious? Or maybe it wasn't? He looked down at himself, he never considered himself inadequate. Maybe he was wrong?
"Oh dearest," Marianne said stepping closer caressing his cheek. "I didn't mean it like that, just more of the fact if I do anything at all for you?"
"I think we will be fine," Carl said letting out a shaky breath. "We are quite a pair aren't we?" He said letting his forehead rest on hers. His hands running over her body that at more curves than he expects from her straight-line dresses. They were soft and moldable under his hands that crept over her rib cage. He could feel her heartbeat and the heat of her skin through the openwork bobbin lace.
"I think we suit each other," Marianne gasped lightly as he grazed the underside of her breast. All she could do was smell him, his cologne, aftershave from this morning's fresh shave. She took a deep breath of his scent.
The kerosene lamps flickered as the small mantel clock rang out for midnight. Glasses of wine sitting empty as they both took a drink. Buttons and hooks were unfastened with unsteady motions. A camisole became a nightgown. With more butterflies, bees and ladybugs decorating the hem of the silk. On closer inspection as he realized they were painted.
Legs entwined as they faced each other on the bed, nothing let more than a few undergarments. Slowly exploring, touching with small nods of approval, reminding glances that brought them back to reality. It had been so long that, while she had distant hazy memories of that night when she had been fifteen. It hadn't been like this, it hadn't been in a cozy warm room. It had been something much more rushed, in a carriage house of all places.
He took a great deal of care when it came to the silk of her nightgown. Wanting to explore all the small details she had put on the small slip of a thing that it was. Her skin was soft, smooth, her breasts were larger than expected, something that he was sure other men would enjoy. To him it didn't matter, he was more fascinated at the sheer skin that showed delicate veins of blue and green. They filled his palms, with a heavyweight he wasn't expecting. He came to the conclusion he was neither for nor against them. The sound of her sigh, moan as dipped his head down, his mind telling him to at least do something.
Her hands were running down his back, hips, back up over his arms and shoulders. Nails leaving small marks as they dug in, whenever he twirled his tongue around the pebble peak of her breast.
He groaned as her hand snakes between them. Tracing down over him, along quiet gaze as they caught the eyes of each other. The wine flushes across their faces until it's so intense they hide in each other's necks. Their breath hot and shallow as hands explore parts that gave way to the most delicate and inviting responses. Ones that only fuelled the building desire.
When it happens, it's another moment graceless uncertainty that leaves them both ready to laugh out loud. A steady gaze brought them back into the moment, taking in the feeling and picking up a clumsy rhythm. Letting out light laughs whenever they managed to miss calculate each other next movement.
"You never answered me earlier," Carl said coming back into the present. Feeling of pressure building up in his lower body.
"Whatever happens, happens?" Marianne said whispered, her hand catching the side of his face. He kissed it her wrist nipping at it lightly before she ran it through his dark gold hair. Rising her hips to encourage him once more, this time it was more in unison as they moved against each other.
She could feel him tense, growl more at himself as he thrust harder. Gripping her hips and suddenly he get-go when he felt her wince from the force.
"I'm okay," Marianne told him before he could even apologize. "This isn't working for you?"
"I feel so…close I just can't," Carl said leaning back on his knees.
"It's a learning experience for both of us," She told him. "Watch your head." She told him as he leaned back further and watched kick her legs up in the air to clear his head. Then swiftly rolled and settle herself on her stomach. It took another moment to figure out limbs and logistics, but when they did. They fell into what was beginning to be a familiar pattern. It didn't take long for both of them to building a sensation that felt more intense than before. A hand snaking around her hips and waist, holding her close while the other steadied him above her. While fingers sought and found the spot that made everything come together for her.
She cried into the pillow as her body went taut, her finger grasping the linens when the perfect mix. It was another moment before she felt him tense and finally let himself go and within a moment he was flopped down beside her.
The laid there for a moment, unsure of what to say or do after such an event. Their heart rates coming down with each breath they took.
"So that was the whole shebang?" Carl asked.
"I suppose it was," She said with a nod of her head. She barely remembered what it had been like a decade ago. She knew however it had not been like that. "Are you okay?"
"I thought that was generally the question the males ask?" Carl turned onto his side.
"Well, you were the virgin," Marianne replied with a tired smile as she grasped his hand.
"Fair enough," Carl chuckled tiredly. "I do love you."
"Do you?" Marianne looked at him, her dark eyes shining in the dark.
"I wouldn't have done this if I hadn't, the marriage of course," Carl told her. "I mean there will always be the other part of me. But at least with you, I don't have it hide it. There are no false pretences of being together. I don't know entirely if it's possible to enjoy both sexes, to love them in the same way, but I know that with you around I do."
"The world isn't black and white," Marianne squeezed his hand. "Our emotions aren't either, promise me one thing though?"
"Anything?" Carl replied anxiously.
"If you ever do find someone that sparks your interest, don't hide him from me," Marianne asked him.
"I'll do my best to be transparent with you," Carl told her as he closed his eyes.
"Carl?" Marianne said quietly, making him hum a response. "I love you too."
This is just a small look at their relationship and how I see them in this story and how they work together.
Given this era, time frame and what not Carl's sexuality is something hard for me to write, or find a good balance for in this couple. On one hand, I want him to just be accepting of himself, but his familiar background, being a ministers son. It would be a lot for him to accept himself fully. At the same time again a lot of men did somewhat the same thing. Pretend, find a wife, have some children, bury it down.
I tried to have him have the best of both worlds. Marianne knows and accepts it. Marianne knows that this isn't going to be straight forward if they have to put up some front of a normal marriage. Why she tries a couple of different things to try and impress him, or help along. Because was it performance anxiety or was it something else? Of course, you can ask why try at all then? Because my scatter minded brain wanted it to happen? Carl was curious about how far he could go? Would his suddenly strange attraction towards a woman be enough to allow him to have what society deemed necessary to be a man?
Tina.