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The birth of Bridezilla

After saying their farewells, the reformed Fantastic Four made their way back to the hotel. It was about 4 blocks so they decided to walk. Since they were still being followed by the photographers it was decided that Summer and Marissa would walk in front and Ryan and Seth would walk behind. That way they hoped that the photographers might give up and go away, knowing that they weren't going to get any good shots of Ryan and Marissa together.

Summer talked non-stop, already starting to make wedding plans and asking Marissa for suggestions on any number of things from dates, to places, to style of dress. For someone who had been wanting to get married for so long, she really didn't have any definite ideas at all about just how she wanted to go about it, except that she wanted it to be huge. It seems that in her mind she had planned at least one wedding, every year that she and Seth had been going out. It's was just that it had taken him so long to propose that she now had about ten completely different styles of wedding to choose from and she didn't know which one she liked most. She had called her father who was happy for her. He had learnt to get over his initial reservations about Seth many years ago when he had realised that Seth was what, or who, Summer needed to make her happy. Her father had assured her that whatever she wanted he would be happy to provide. But that just made it even more difficult for her to decide.

Marissa did her best to respond at the right moments, she was happy for her friend but really all she could think about was the fact that she would like to be planning one of her own. She just hoped that Seth and Summer wouldn't wait too long so that then she and Ryan could think about moving forward themselves.

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The boys followed behind amazed at the fact that Summer had barely stopped to take a breathe. As long as Marissa gave a nod every now and again, that was all that Summer required and then she started off again. She obviously had her second wind and it didn't look as though she would be running out of steam anytime soon. Ryan couldn't help but laugh.

"Don't laugh. What am I going to do with her?" Seth asked his brother.

Ryan just laughed some more ... saying nothing, but shaking his head.

Seth added. "She's like a woman possessed. Has been ever since she got the ring on her finger." He wiggled his hand in the air and looked at Ryan with his eyes bulging. "It's like it gives her some sort of special powers or something. Maybe it would have been better if it had been lost in the garden today." He leant in to talk quietly to Ryan. "You know my special plans I had for tonight?"

"Uh huh. But I really don't need you to go into details." Ryan responded hoping that Seth would keep it all to himself.

"But that's just it. I don't think I've got it in me to even begin with them … you have no idea what we got up to after we left you this afternoon. I mean, I thought I might get lucky but nothing like what went on …I didn't even know you could do it like that… She must have been taking lessons from Marissa or something man. I mean I didn't think I'd even be able to get out of bed for dinner but she assured me that I would need sustenance for round 2." Seth added.

Ryan just smiled at him. It sounded like Seth was finally gaining some experience of his own and hopefully he wouldn't need to ask for advice anymore. Ryan was grateful for that.

"I mean what does she mean by round 2? I'm not sure that I can even get it up again. I think you need to go into training for something like this. I'm a sprinter … not a marathon man. You might need to be ready in case I have to call for a substitution." Seth suggested.

Ryan just laughed. "I've got plans of my own. You'll just have to rise to the occasion."

"I'm not sure that I can. I don't think that I've got anything left. You know there are only so many little Seth's kept in that bag ..."

"Seth. You have just stepped … no leapt … way over the mark. I'm not interested, less than that. I don't want to know anything about your … " Ryan shook his head trying to rid himself of the knowledge that Seth had just imparted. "Just know that you have to get through at least another three before you have any chance of getting a rest." Ryan said making his brother aware of his obligations for the evening.

"Another three? You've got to be joking. I'm thinking that I'll be asleep before my head hits the pillow." Seth suggested.

"Well then I advise you to do it standing up because you'll never hear the end of it if you don't get to six. Just think man. At least you're half way there." Ryan stated as he gave Seth a pat on the back trying to encourage him.

"Six? In one night? I'd really like to know … just how you would know … that six is the magic number. But right now I have bigger problems. I doubt I'll even be able to move in the morning and that's supposing that I can actually rise to the occasion." Seth was looking concerned about whether he was going to be able to make it through the night.

"Maybe you could borrow her ring and put it on your finger? It might give you some super powers." Ryan suggested as they reached the entrance to their hotel and made their way to the lifts.

"Very funny. But I'm a man who likes a challenge." He took a deep breathe. "I just hope this won't be the death of me."

Ryan smiled. "Well just think … what a way to go."

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After Ryan and Marissa had said their good nights to Seth and Summer they made their way to their room. Both were quiet as they thought about the evening and what the implications were for the two of them. Neither had spoken about it, but they both knew without saying a word, just how important today's events were in the scheme of their own future.

Marissa stood almost chastely beside Ryan as he inserted the key to open the door. He stood to one side and waited for Marissa to enter before him and then followed her and once inside their suite he closed and locked the door and then turned back and looked at her. Still not a word had been spoken. The looks exchanged between the two were enough for each to know exactly what was on the other's mind. Marissa slowly walked over and turned on the stereo system and found an instrumental CD of love songs and put it on. She turned back to him as he now stood watching her from the middle of the room, taking in the grace that she moved with. The soft sounds of a string orchestra filled the room.

"How about we finish that dance?" she whispered her voice deep and husky with desire for him.

Ryan needed no further encouragement. He didn't reply but he moved to take her in his arms. As she felt his arms encircle her, she closed her eyes, revelling in the feel of him. They held each other, moving slowly to the music as their bodies spoke to one another of a mutual need. As Ryan pulled her closer to him, Marissa buried her head back into the hollow between his neck and his chest breathing deeply of the scent that was uniquely his. When she felt his head move, she looked up only to have his lips meet hers in a kiss that was achingly sweet. A kiss that told of longing ... and a connection that was much more than just physical. Slowly, Ryan lightly kissed her forehead, and then her eyelids and her nose, then over her cheeks, moving slowly and savouring each taste of her.

Marissa closed her eyes again as she lost herself in the emotions that he was evoking. She moved her hips closer to him grinding herself in to his emerging hardness wanting to feed the need she had for him and only him.

Ryan moved lower and kissed down to the sensitive hollow at the base of her neck as Marissa gasped, loving the feelings that he was awakening in her body. Ryan moved the spaghetti straps of her dress off her shoulders, kissing her shoulders as they were left bare and the bodice dropped to her waist leaving her breasts exposed to his mouth as he continued his descent down her body.

Marissa luxuriated in the feel of his mouth and hands upon her, but much as she was enjoying it, it was not enough. She wanted to feel him. She pulled him back up and her lips met his in a kiss that told him exactly where this was headed and then she moved her hands to his shirt, slowly unbuttoning it until the last button was free and she could move it from his shoulders, ridding him of it and the wife beater that he had been wearing so that they could rub their bare chests together; her nipples becoming aroused at the feel of his chest upon hers. His skin was smooth and taut over the ripple of muscles and it only served to heighten her desire for him even more as she ran her hands over his beautiful body. They continued to move slowly to the music.

This dance of love needing no words; they were in no hurry. They wanted to enjoy each other for as long as possible.

Ryan pulled her closer, placing his hands over her perfectly shaped buttocks and moving her to make sure that she could feel the effect that she was having upon him and as he held her he slowly started to gather up her skirt in his hands until his hands were on her thong and he quickly bent and removed it and Marissa kicked off her shoes.

Marissa returned to her dance with him but her hands couldn't help but move towards his belt wanting to free his hardness that she could feel yearning to be released. She quickly removed his trousers and boxers as he kicked off his shoes leaving him in just his socks. They continued to move to the music not wanting to rush things but savouring each taste, each movement. Marissa still with her dress hanging from her waist but naked beneath. Ryan in just his socks holding her to him as she began to kiss his shoulder and then his chest moving down over his six pack. She stood back up and took his hand and gazed longingly at him and started to pull him slowly towards the bedroom never breaking eye contact with him. The gaze between them was intense.

When she reached the bed she slipped off her dress leaving her naked and she lay down upon it and pulled him to lie beside her. They were slowly drowning in each others eyes. Their hands started to move over one another. Slowly at first, but each touch increased the need they had for each other.

Marissa pulled Ryan on top of her and arched her back guiding him to enter her. As she felt her body encompass him a small tear trickled from her eye. She was overcome with emotion and love for this man. She loved him more than she had ever thought possible and this union was the sweetest they had ever experienced.

Ryan thrust into her deeply and slowly, still in time with the music, again and again he moved inside her until he watched her cry out his name and only then would he allow himself to go as he shuddered his release over and over again ... They held one another knowing that nothing would ever be quite the same again.