AN: Well, this is it. My faith teaches modesty, but also that a married couple has no barrier to the pleasure they may share together. I am not comfortable writing explicit scenes, so I hope I have met a happy medium.
A bien tôt!
The doors to the Monticeto invited them to start their new life together. Woody and Jordan held hands like a couple of kids on their first date. Six years were behind them, pushing them through the casino floor. For once, Woody didn't even hesitate at the tables. He put his arm around his bride's waist and held her a little tighter. They were prepared to meet people they knew, assuming there would be some congratulations, but they met no one.
Stepping into their room, Jordan in Woody's arms to satisfy the 'old fashioned' part of him, a smile touched them both. Rose petals were everywhere. The room was softly lit by a hundred little candles. Champagne and strawberries awaited them beside the huge bed, which was turned back, with chocolates on all the pillows. Jordan's feet gently touched the floor and she immediately grabbed Woody in a tight hug. There wasn't anything sexual in their embrace, it was a release of the tension and the fear, it was the end of the dance as they had known it. Tears came to both their eyes as the significance of the moment crested over them. Though they were thousands of miles away from Boston, a they were overwhelmed by a feeling of home.
Jordan then noticed the soft music playing. She couldn't tell what the song was but it was slow and sweet. They started to dance, spontaneously, beaming into each other's brimming eyes. They tenderly kissed, and Jordan rested her head on Woody's shoulder. As he kissed her hair, it occurred to him that this was the first time he had ever done that without worrying she might misunderstand his intensions. They both knew what their intensions were, and they had forever to fulfill them.
Another kiss and another, and the passion which had been building over such a long time started to creep back into their conscious minds. Woody's hands finally started to explore the soft skin he had been mooning over all evening. Jordan's tiny whimper was too much for him, and he scooped her up once more, placing her on the bed as gently as if she were a crystal slipper. He cracked open the champagne while Jordan luxuriated in the comfortable knowledge that both cell phones were in the hotel safe. Woody sat at the edge of the bed, and placed the champagne flute to her lips. As the effervescent wine slid down her throat, he started feeding her the beautiful strawberries. They were small, but the sweetest either had ever had. Jordan returned the favour by unwrapping a Belgian confection, placing it between her teeth and sharing it with her groom.
After that, they both lost track of time. Their hands, their lips, the love that they shared was so deep, so intense that they had moments when they forgot to breathe. Woody once again thanked God that he had been blessed with such a beautiful woman. He couldn't believe that Jordan Cavanaugh was his. Alone. Jordan's experienced hands slowly explored every muscle in Woody's strong physique. They satisfied each other completely, it was obvious that they had been created for each other. At the highest moment, desperate eyes drowning in desperate eyes, the world disappeared again; there was only the two of them and their complete passion.
The moments after were quiet and restful. As he continued to glory in her soft hair, her head settled into the crook of his shoulder. Sleep gently washed them away together. They enjoyed a blissful, dreamless sleep. Everything was right. Everything was perfect. After the long road, finally, everything was at peace.
Fin