Let them eat cake
The ceremony went smoothly and the reception was warm and light hearted. Being toasted by his friends, the first dance with his new wife in her off the shoulder wedding dress all of it had Jack feeling like he was walking on air. His first wedding had done nothing to make him feel this elated.
But now it was time to leave... Time to go home to their wedding night, and that anxiety was back.
They had decided on a honeymoon in a few months, settling on the idea of just taking a few days off for Sam and spending it at Jack's old cabin which he had taken off the market.
As they got out of the car he noticed Sam carried with her the very top layer of the cake, complete with the bride and groom figurines.
"What are you going to do with that?" he asked.
"You save it. Then you eat it on your first wedding anniversary."
"You mean I have to let cake sit in my freezer for a year and NOT eat it?"
"Yep, it's bad luck to eat it early."
"Been married six hours and you're already making unreasonable demands on me."
"If you think that is unreasonable, just wait till we get inside," she said, kissing him full on the mouth.
Jack opened the door and turned to face Sam.
"C'mere," he whispered.
"Why? What are you up to?"
"Just c'mere," he insisted.
Sam stepped very close and Jack grabbed her waist and lifted, twirling her slightly to set her gently inside the house. Last thing he needed was his old trick knee going out right now, otherwise he would have carried her over the threshold in the traditional manner.
Silence descended over them just as soon as he closed the door. It wasn't exactly an uncomfortable silence, just a long pause before Jack said.
"I'll go draw us a bath, that sound good?"
"Sounds good to me," She answered quickly.
Jack untied his tie and unbuttoned his shirt as he started the water running in his big garden tub. He seldom used the thing, but was glad to have it tonight. He poured in a little bubble bath and tested the temperature of the water.
"Sam, how hot do you want the water?" he called loudly.
"Well,"she called back from his bedroom, "I like it hot, but not so hot it takes skin off."
"Got it covered," he said.
He leaned around the door jamb and peeked at Sam getting out of her wedding gown. Her skin was pale and smooth as silk. He watched for a minute as he undressed in the bathroom, but made himself look away when he felt himself getting hard. He slipped out of his boxers and got into the water before she even entered the room. So he was pretty well relaxed until she breezed in.
She was wearing a full length black lace robe over a black lace teddy.
"You look nice," he said in a lame squeaky voice, making the understatement of the year.
"Thank you," she smiled broadly at him, slipping off the robe and unbuttoning the front of the teddy. Jack couldn't help staring as she stepped out of the flimsy lingerie and was naked before him.
"Coming in?" he asked.
"Mmm-hmm," she said, stepping over into the tub and settling into the water.
He held his hands up where they could both be seen.
"Carter, I want your feet."
She gave him a long odd look before holding her feet out to him where he began to gently message them, first one and then the other.
"Jack, have you got everything planned out?"
"Pretty much," he nodded.
"Care to clue me in a little?"
"Nope, that would ruin the surprise."
"What about things I have in mind?" she countered.
"They'll wait till tomorrow night," he said with no exception allowed, "Tonight you're mine."