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"I'm going to kill you Tom!" Rory yelled.

"Then you better kill me too and the rest of the lads," Nigel yelled. They could hear all of Rory's friends from medical school in the next room killing themselves laughing. It wasn't long and they could hear footsteps going down the stairs and the bang of the back door as his friends exited the house.

"I'm sorry they did that," Rory said. He was still lying on the collapsed bed with a hand over his eyes.

"Oh come on, Rory," Colleen giggled. "It was funny. Get up and fix the bed enough so we can sleep in it."

She hopped off the bed and started undoing the side closure on the elaborate dress.

"At this rate I'm going to be an old man before I get to be with my wife," Rory complained. He moved the headboard and footboard of the bed to lean against the wall under the window.

"No, you won't," Colleen reassured him. "Don't peek."

Rory took off his jacket, tie and waistcoat and laid them over a chair in the corner before his kicked off his shoes.

"Am I allowed to look now?" he questioned while he undid his cufflinks.

"Just a minute more," Colleen said. She turned down the lamp until it was giving off a faint glow in the room. Rory had his shirt unbuttoned.

"Alright, you can look now," Colleen said softly from just behind him.

Rory turned around to see Colleen in a pretty nightgown of fine cotton and lace. In the low light he could just make out the outline of her body. She stepped slightly closer and finished pushing his shirt off. Rory reached out to pull her closer. Instead Colleen took his hand and walked the few steps to the low bed. She sat with her legs curled under her in the middle of the mattress and pulled Rory down to sit on it with her. She reached out a hand to touch the fine blonde hair covering his chest and abdomen before she quickly drew her hand back.

Rory smiled slightly before he kissed her slowly. They had all night and there was no rush. When the kiss finally ended Rory laid back on one elbow. He reached for the tie at the neck on Colleen's nightdress and undid it. He slowly pushed it off her shoulders and down her arms, until she pulled her arms free of the fabric to allow it to pool around her waist. He stroked her small white breasts with the backs of his fingers, teasing over the nipples with a light touch. She sat watching the emotions play across his face until she leaned down and placed her lips on his.

The room was heated by a series of vents in the floors that allowed the heat from the stove in the kitchen to rise. Their room was directly over the kitchen and the lingering heat from earlier in the day made the room warm enough they didn't notice the chill and damp from mist gathering on the ocean.

His arms went around her as he drew her down to lie partially on top of him. The feel of skin on skin made both of them gasp and breathe a little faster. His hands slowly rubbed up and down her back until he reached the fabric still bunched at her hips. He pushed it lower until she reached down and pushed her nightgown off all the way.

Rory rolled Colleen to one side while he continued to kiss her. Her trailed his fingers over her breasts and followed them with his lips. Her hands explored his chest and back and stroked the side of his face as he returned to kissing her lips.

"Is everything alright so far?" he asked her quietly while looking down into her face.

Her response was a nod and shy smile as she placed a small kiss on his lips. He kissed her back deeply stroking her tongue with his until he moved to get rid of the last of his cloths. It was only a moment before he rejoined her on the bed. He slid his hand around one breast and pulled her nipple into his mouth rolling it around with his tongue. He took his time before he turned his attention to the other one. Her hands slid into his hair pulling him closer. He trailed little sucking kisses up her chest and collarbone until he reached her face again. He smiled slightly before he kissed her lips. Rory was fighting for control and not get too excited and embarrass himself. This night was for Colleen and he had to get this right for her.

Colleen was engrossed in the sensations he was giving her. Every tugging kiss at her nipples sent waves of sensation to her abdomen. She wasn't sure how to react to him. Rory was so gentle it was like being touched by a dandelion in bloom with a hardness and warmth wrapped up in it at the same time. She slid her hand across his chest and touched his one nipple. It was hard to her touch. She placed a kiss on it experimentally and was encouraged by his slight groan. She kissed the ridge of his collarbone and the side of his neck before she placed a kiss under his ear.

Rory was starting to get frantic at her touch. Six weeks of waiting had been torture. He rolled her onto her back and slid his hips between her legs. He kissed her lips and breasts not able to get enough. Colleen was getting to a point where she was no less frantic than him. He raised his head slightly.

"OK?" he asked her.

She nodded and threw her arms around his shoulders. If he didn't do something soon she thought she would burst with anticipation. He finally slid himself into her and began to move slowly. Colleen was surprised by the lack of pain. She moved tentatively and felt the sensation increase. She squirmed against him and was soon urging Rory to go faster. It wasn't long and they were panting and groaning against each other with a fine layer of sweat covering their bodies. She had curled her face into his neck. When her release finally came she threw back her head and arched her back with a strangled cry escaping from her lips. His body twitched and he pressed into her harder as his organism overtook him.

They lay in the same position for a while not moving and smiling at each other.

"I didn't know that it was supposed to be like that," Colleen said quietly.

"I didn't hurt you did I?" he asked.

"No, you were quite lovely," she sighed.

"You're quiet lovely, yourself," he said with a foolish grin on his face.

Rory finally moved to blow out the lamp and then joined her under the covers. They fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms worn out from the events of the day.

The next morning they were up early, as they wanted to say goodbye to the guests from England who were leaving that day. While Colleen was braiding her hair she heard singing coming from the lane in front of the cottage.

"Hello, the house," someone called. "We've brought the gifts from the hotel." She ran to look out one of the front windows to see a cart piled with crates and four men from the local village. Rory and Tom were out the door to help them unload. Colleen spotted her parents coming to help from next door. She quickly finished dressing and ran down the stairs to see what was going on.

"We better pile everything in the sitting room upstairs," Rory was directing. There was a steady stream of people coming in carrying items. Colleen was trying to direct where to put everything but soon gave up as the pile of gifts would take some time to sort out. Even though it was morning everyone drank a toast to the newlyweds before the men headed back out the door to their regular work.

On the third day after the wedding the guests from England had all left. Colleen had looked into some of the boxes of gifts and realized it would take her days if not weeks to sort through it all and get things into their proper places. She easily had enough linens and doilies to do her for the next ten years or more. Two of Rory's doctor friends had been so taken with the golfing and prospect of the expanded golf course next year they had volunteered to fill in for Rory with working holidays if Rory and Colleen wanted to get away for a few weeks next summer.

The town's people had been overjoyed at the influx of overnight guests for the wedding. Every detail and minute of the day was being discussed and rehashed in the parlors and pubs with the tall tales growing bigger by the hour. Rory and Colleen had been down to the village the day after the wedding to thank the Lonogans.

"I'm surprised to see you out so soon after the big day," Mrs. Lonogan had said. "I would have though you two love birds would lock the door and throw away the key."

"We just wanted to come and thank you again for all that you did," Rory replied flushing slightly.

"It was nothing. It was good for the town and quite a few stayed on even though it is off-season. I've never seen the people around here so excited about a wedding. We should do this kind of thing more often."

"I don't know if my heart could take it," Mr. Lonogan chimed in. "After all those tourists the fish will be scared to take the bait. Won't be able to get a bite for weeks."

"Don't you ever think of anything besides fish and golf?" Mrs. Lonogan scolded him. "You never change one bit."

That afternoon Rory and Colleen were riding Realta along the beach. Colleen was sitting behind Rory with her arms around his waist and leaning her cheek against his back.

"Mrs. Connelly has some kittens. She promised me one," Colleen said.

"Why do you want a cat?"

"Oh, it would keep the mice down," Colleen replied. "I don't think a house is really a home without a cat to sit by the fire in winter."

"I've just realized this is our home. A real home, with a cat and a dog and neighbors who are our friends."

"And chickens in the yard, a horse that likes to dress up and a wife that loves you," Colleen said with a laugh as Realta nickered in agreement.

The End