Rifiuto: Non Miriena

A/N: So this is the actual scene... it's... I'd say high M. So just be warned. As for Apple... maybe. Written: 2015, Found: 2018- Licia

The kiss was deep, passionate. Her tongue danced with his, and he felt her hands quickly begin to unbutton his shirt before pushing it off his shoulders. He slowly moved off the bed pulling her with him, never breaking the kiss, as her hands moved to work on his pants. A moment passed before he broke the kiss, gripping the bottom of her dress and slowly pulling it up her body, until he lifted it over her head. Instead of tossing it like any other article of clothing, he laid it gently on the small stool not far from the bed, knowing that the dress had a long history, and not wanting to mar it from their activities or leave it crumpled on the floor, for it wasn't an ordinary piece of clothing. His gaze roved over her small body, taking in the undergarments, and after a moment, he slid a hand along her hip, tugging her close.

"A corset, huh? You want me to work for this?" He grinned, and she rolled her eyes.

"It's tradition, my husband." She whispered, kissing him quickly before pulling away. His hands trailed over her body, fingers moving up towards her neck, hitting each one of the stays like the strings of a guitar. He then trailed his hand back down, reaching around her to quickly untie the stays; his fingers worked slowly to loosen the ribbons, and she released a soft breath as the corset eventually fell away, leaving her in only her chemise, having removed her drawers earlier. With the stiffness of the corset now gone, he was able to trail his fingers over the cloth-covered curves of her body, feeling the soft skin that trailed beneath his fingers, separated only by the chemise.

Soon, however, it too fell away, and they faced each other, bare and exposed in the darkness. A faint glow from the bonfire shone beneath the hem of the tent, but it wasn't enough to illuminate either one of them. Their eyes had since adjusted to the darkness, and after a moment, she let her gaze move over his body, resting at his waist. Her cheeks colored, but she didn't look away. Not this time. There was no embarrassment anymore, no girlish giggles or innocent blushes. She was a grown woman, she'd just married this beautiful man, had become his wife in all but body, and now-

Well-endowed indeed. Subconsciously, she licked her lips, before her teeth slid out to grasp her bottom one. "I'm a very lucky woman." He smirked, one eyebrow raising as she met his gaze. "You know what they say about Palmarneaeian men, don't you?" She asked, resting her hands against his hips as she rose to kiss him.

He snorted softly. "I've heard it." He replied. "I've also heard what they say about Marberlian women."

She raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And what do they say?"

He thought a moment, raising his eyes skyward, before, "The curlier a Marberlian woman's pubic hair, the stronger she is in regards to intercourse, pregnancy and childbirth." She grinned, sliding her hands up and her arms around his neck.

"Looks like we're both lucky, then."

A soft chuckle escaped his throat and he nodded, wrapping his arms around her waist before moving them down her hips and cupping her behind. He lifted her into his arms; her legs wrapped around his waist, and her arms went around his neck as his lips met hers in a deep kiss. He gently laid her down on the bed, never breaking the kiss as he joined her. Their hands traveled, exploring familiar skin, rediscovering hidden depths and new recesses. They took their time; though they knew the importance of this night, this moment, they took it slow, for they were also discovering each other for the first time, at a whole new level.

He kissed his way down her body, leaving soft flutters of his lips against her porcelain skin, against the soft velvet of her breasts before gently teasing the buds of her nipples with his tongue and then moving to trail kisses down her stomach. He pressed firm kisses to her hips, then the black curls between her legs before moving to trail kisses along the inside of each thigh. He then returned his mouth to hers, drinking in her kiss before,

"Goddess, Nevermore... do you even realize what you do to me?" She giggled softly, lifting her hips slightly to meet his. She could feel him against the inside of her thigh, and she swallowed softly. He was thick, and became even thicker when aroused. For the very briefest of moment, she let the worry that they wouldn't fit together cross her mind, but she quickly shook it away. "Hey." She looked up as he reached to brush a loose strand of hair out of her eyes. "You okay? You look like you're worried about something."

She bit her lip, before giving him a quick upturn of her lips. "Just..." She sighed. "I know it's going to hurt-"

"I'll be as gentle as I can be, Nevermore." He whispered, resting his forehead to hers. She nodded, reaching up to caress his cheek.

"I know you will be." She mouthed softly, resting her forehead to his, her eyes closing. They lay together like that for several minutes, relishing in the feel of each other, both allowing their fears to come to light- spoken or not- before they finally broke apart. She kissed him, sliding her arms up and around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair. He nudged his nose against hers, meeting her gaze briefly.

"You ready?" She nodded, leaning up to kiss him firmly. She pulled away, releasing her arms from around his neck as he stood and made his way over to where her dress lay. He removed something from the small box that lay beneath it, and then returned to the bed. Raven pushed herself onto her elbows, violet eyes watching intently as he slid the sheath along his length, before her gaze darted back up to meet his. A moment passed, before she lifted her hips, pushing them up, but he took hold of them, pressing her gently back down, fingers finding purchase on her hips. Silence filled the space between them, as he studied the girl before him- no, not a girl. Raven had stopped being a girl the moment she reached puberty. Her small, lithe figure had gone from skinny and almost rail-straight to soft curves that teased and taunted the boys at school- curves that more than one of her male classmates at Ever After High had let their gazes rove over in almost overpowering teenage lust.

Mika wouldn't pretend that watching the boys at Ever After High hungrily drink in the figure of his wife set his hackles rising. While he understood teenage desire, he wasn't keen on even considering sharing Raven with the boys at Ever After High, for they didn't know how to treat either girls or women, with the exception of perhaps Hunter. But the majority of them-

His ire rose especially at the thought of Dexter Charming kissing his wife that sunny day back in late September; though she'd handled it just fine- even gaining control of her magic and managing to wipe his memory clean of her and enchant him to fall in love with Rosabella Beauty, Briar's cousin- he was still wary of letting her anywhere near the young prince. His gaze roved over her again.

Yes, in his eyes, she was the perfect specimen of womanhood-

"Mika?" He met her gaze as she reached up, caressing his cheek. "What are you thinking, my love?" A moment passed before he shook his head, holding her gaze a moment longer.

"Just... of how absolutely lucky I am to call you mine now, in heart and soul."

She pushed herself onto her elbows, reaching up and sliding her arm around his neck. "And now body." She whispered, capturing his mouth in hers. The kiss was deep, searching, delicious, for the pair. Slowly, she pulled away, meeting his gaze, voice soft. "Take me, my love. I'm ready."

"You're sure?" He asked, and she nodded, kissing him.

"I am."

He nodded and she released her hold on him, settling back against the pillows as he moved, settling himself between her legs. Gently, he reached down, stroking down her hip before reaching up and sliding two fingers between her folds. Clad in a sheath to protect against pregnancy and disease- though neither had anything, they weren't going to take that risk, especially with pregnancy- he guided himself between her folds and gently pushed against the barrier keeping them apart. He met her gaze, and she nodded, biting her lip nervously. "Do it, my love. Break me. Make me a real woman."

He did as she ordered, pushing gently into her, fully aware of his thickness and trying to be gentle. She groaned softly, biting onto her lower lip harder at the pain beginning between her legs. "I'm so sorry, Nevermore-" She cried out, reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck, burying her face in his chest, feeling the barrier keeping them apart begin to tear as he pushed further into her. After several minutes, the tearing stopped, and he was inside her; a soft whimper escaped her throat, and he kissed her head, whispering soft apologies to her as they slowly adjusted to being together. Releasing a slow breath, she lay back among the pillows, meeting his gaze as he settled, propping himself onto an elbow, with a soft sigh. "I'm so sor-"

Her fingers on his lips stopped him, and she smiled softly at him. "It's okay. I just need to adjust." She leaned up, capturing his mouth with hers, before feeling his arms slip around her small body. Once they'd adjusted, he met her gaze again, kissing her softly.

"You okay?"

She nodded. "It hurt, at first, but now..." She slid a hand up his chest, gaze following her fingers before she looked up at him. "now it just feels right." A tiny smile tugged at her lips. "Fill me completely, my love." He kissed her softly before doing as she asked, pushing into her. They took it slow, this first attempt at making love, awkward as most first attempts are, before eventually, they fell into an easy, slow rhythm.

At first, her whimpers were soft; breathy little cries that accompanied the pointing and curling of her toes as he went deeper. Those soon gave way to soft moans as she slid her arms around his neck and her hands moved down his back, her short nails scraping gently against his skin. Her knees hugged his waist lightly, and after a moment, she slid a hand down his chest, which he caught with his, bringing to his lips to kiss. Their fingers laced, and he gently lay her hands on either side of her head, leaning down to capture her lips in his.

Eventually, their pace picked up, and she groaned in pleasure as he moved deeper into her. "Mhmm... Mika..."

He kissed her deeply, pulling away only briefly to meet her gaze. She smiled softly at him, nudging her nose against his. "Oh, Raven..." He kissed her again, releasing her hands to slide his arms around her small body. As they finally reached that point, their cries mingled together; in the haze that was their wedding day, they briefly heard a few cheers from outside the tent, but ignored them, allowing themselves to be caught up in the passion that engulfed them like a blanket. She dug her nails into his skin as her back arched, her knees squeezing his hips, as she felt him move deep inside her. She felt herself tighten around him.

"Oh... Goddess... oh... Mikalos!"

"Ravenna!" They screamed for each other, white hot passion exploding behind their eyes as they crossed that peak together. A moment passed, before he leaned down, kissing her softly. "... look at me..."

Her orgasm was strong; she clung to him, her violet eyes locking onto his. Very few women experienced orgasm with their eyes open, and Raven evidently fell into that category. He met her gaze; the connection between them was strong, passionate. It was a feeling of completeness, as though they were looking into each others' souls. As they finally came down from their high, he caught her mouth in a tender kiss, nuzzling his nose against hers. "Oh, my beautiful Ravenna of Marberly... Goddess, Ravenna, what do you do to me?"

She let out a breathy giggle, meeting his gaze and nuzzling her nose against his. "Don't you mean Ravenna of Palmarneae now?"

He chuckled softly, brushing a tired kiss to her forehead as he did so. "No. You will always be Ravenna of Marberly, no matter how many years we're married."

She giggled softly, kissing him. "I love you, Mika. I'm so glad to finally be your wife- in every way."