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A/N PLEASE READ, FOR THIS IS A WARNING, IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER PLEASE DON'T READ THIS CHAPTER, IT CONTAINS ADULT THEMES AND SITUATIONS AND NOT MEANT FOR CHILDREN. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. THIS CHAPTER IS RATED M. THERE IS ANOTHER WARNING RIGHT BEFORE YOU GET TO THE PART SO YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!
A/N okay now, with that warning in place and yes I will keep the T rating because this is the only chapter with this content and the warning is in place i see no reason to change it. i would like to thank everyone who has read this story and reviewed it you guys are awesome so thank you so much for it. It is because of all of you that this chapter is here :) I was told that I should show the "REAL CEREMONY" as the good Dr. in the the book put it so bluntly and so I shall. I also want to thank hippogriff-tamer for being my beta for this story. I also would like you all to know that there will be a sequel to this story. (It will be called the First Year) Oh yes, this has more Mountain talk in it so ya.... you can just use your imaginations with Neil's brogue, I am not going to even try to write it, so sorry.
Neil gently tugged her into his embrace and kissed her tenderly, knowing that passion would come later, much later.
They pulled apart and looked at each other, before hearing David introduce them.
"I now have the privilege and honor of presenting to you all Dr. and Mrs. Neil Rodrick Robert MacNeil."
It seemed that the entire Cove broke into joyous cheers and shouts as Christy and Neil made their way down the aisle hand in hand, both with huge grins on their faces. It was after that the party began. Christy was surprised by everything that the women of the Cove had made for the reception. The makeshift tables that lined the river bank were nearly groaning under the weight.
Some of Christy's students came up to her holding a basket. Smiling she asked, "What do we have here, hmm?"
"Teacher, wes want'd ta gives ya somtin for when Doc's away, ta keep yas company," Sam Huston said, handing her the basket.
Curious as to what the children were giving her, she took the basket and was surprised by the weight of it. She slowly peeled back the blanket and revealed the cutest black, white and brown puppy she had ever seen. "Children, I...I don't know what to say. Thank you," she said, smiling at them and pulling the puppy, which was only a few weeks old, out of the basket.
"Gosh Miz Christy...I mean Mz. MacNeil twer notin. 'Sides everyone shoulds have a dog, they be good company," Creed told her.
"Yes, Creed they are and thank you for your gift."
"Wal? Whats ya gonna name her?" Little Burl asked
"Well, I don't know, what do you think I should name her?" she asked the children.
"Patches," Mountie said quietly and the others readily agreed with her.
"I love the name, Mountie, thank you. Patches it shall be," she replied, putting the puppy back in the basket.
Neil saw the children huddle around his wife and wondered what it was they were giving her, for he saw them hand her a small basket. When she took the basket and pulled out the tiny puppy he grinned and thought leave it to the children to give her the best gift. He wanted to thank the children for their thoughtfulness to their teacher. He knew that they were thinking of the times when he wouldn't be there to keep her company and had given her the puppy to do what he couldn't at those times. He wanted to hug each of them for their gift to her. He made his way over to the group and bent down to do what only moments ago he had wanted to do, he hugged each one of the children and thanked them each for their thoughtfulness.
"Well, Doc, wes hads to do somtin, we can't have Teacher stuck all alone when you aint there to keeps her company," Creed said.
"It was a very thoughtful gift Creed, thank you. So, does the puppy have a name?"
"Yes, she sure do Doc. Teacher let us name her, so we are going to call her Patches. Hit be a right good name fer her too, cuz she is all different colors en 'sides she be a doctors pet en all the name has ta fit," Lulu said.
Neil took a look at the puppy and agreed that it was a good name for the little thing. Just then, Jeb and the rest of the Cove's musicians called out that it was time for some dancing.
Neil took hold of his wife's hand and pulled her into the group of dancers that were making their way to the clearing, made especially for dancing. Christy recognized the first dance instantly as being a Scottish reel and eagerly joined in the dance. She was glad that she had been taught the steps several months before at a singing.
When the dance was over she was flushed but energized and when Jeb started playing a slower song, she was surprised that the other dancers left the clearing open for just her and Neil.
"So, Lass, we will finally get to finish a dance finally," he teased, pulling her into a slow waltz.
"It looks that way, Doctor," she said smiling up at him.
He then bent and whispered something into her ears and Christy blushed crimson but nodded. He leaned back and grinned.
After what seemed like hours, Christy was surrounded by the women of the Cove. She knew what was coming next. The Shiveree or more appropriately called "Putting the Bride to bed". When she had first heard of this mountain custom, she hadn't wanted to have it happen at her wedding. But after sometime she realized that she was going to be a part of these families and wanted to fit into the way of life so she had decided that she would abide by the custom. She glanced over at her husband to find that he too had been surrounded by the mountain men.
She allowed the women to lead her into the cabin. Right before she went in she glanced towards her mother to see what her reaction to this custom would be. Sure enough, Julia Huddleston's face contorted with horror as Miss Alice explained the custom to her. Christy shook her head and closed the door before she was lead up the stairs to the bedroom.
Just as they women were about to undress her, as was the custom, she stopped them saying, "No, I know that you want to get me out of this dress, but I have been asked that you don't." The women all looked at her and suddenly grinned. Their eyes sparkled with understanding and they left the room after hugging her. Fairlight was the last to leave.
"Christy, don't go being all nervous now. Yous will bes alright ya hear me. Ens I am truly happy fer ya," she said hugging her friend before leaving, closing the door silently behind her.
Christy stood in the room wondering how long it would be before the men brought Neil up. She didn't have that long to wait though, for the men came pounding up the stairs, whooping, hollering and ribbing Neil the whole way, good naturally, of course. When the door opened, they literally threw the poor doctor into the room, calling out to have fun, before slamming the door and leaving the newly married couple alone.
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Christy stared at her new husband nervously. It wasn't like she didn't know what was going to happen because she did. She had been schooled on the subject, by several of the women who thought it best that she knew what to expect on her wedding night. As she stood there, she tried desperately to calm her nerves and not fidget under the intense stare he was giving her.
Neil, on the other hand, couldn't quite believe she was standing there. He had dreamed of this moment for the past year and suddenly it was real. He knew she was nervous, for he was as well. He was glad though that she had relayed his message to the ladies, for he had wanted to remove the dress himself and hadn't wished for them to get her ready for bed in the customary way.
"Come here, Lass," he finally spoke, his words soft and soothing, as he beckoned his bride to him.
Christy slowly walked towards him, her nerves making it hard for her to walk any faster. When she reached him, he slowly but tenderly, pulled her into a gentle embrace; he simply stood there holding her, allowing her to get used to being alone with him. She was grateful for his gentleness though, it helped calm her nerves. Suddenly, she found that he was gently swaying her. It took her only a moment to realize that she was dancing slowly in his arms. She looked up and smiled right before her lips were caught by his, in a heart melting kiss.
When he pulled back, he simply looked down into her eyes, "I love you, Mrs. MacNeil," he whispered.
"I love you too, Mr. MacNeil or is that Doctor?" she teased playfully.
"No, tonight, I am simply Mr. MacNeil, Lass," he replied softly.
His words sent a thrill of desire through her and she nearly gasped at the slightly foreign feeling. There had been only one other time that she had felt this feeling and that had been the day she had seen him bathing in the river. That thought sent an infusion of heat to her cheeks and she blushed.
"Love, what is it?" he asked, upon seeing her blush. He wondered what she had been thinking of that caused the stain to appear on her lovely face.
"I was remembering something, that's all," she said, hoping he would drop the matter completely.
"And what might that be hmm?" he asked thickly.
She smirked and then answered him, "I was remembering the day I burned that chicken."
"I don't see why that would make you blush though," he said, caressing her face gently with the back of his hand.
"Well, I...that is..." she wasn't sure how she was going to tell him that the reason she had burned the chicken had been because she had been too busy watching him.
He grinned knowingly then. He had a pretty good idea what she was getting at but he wanted to hear her say it. So, he waited patiently for his innocent bride to tell him.
"Neil...the reason... I burned the meal that day was well....I had been watching you... bathe in the river from the kitchen window... I knew I shouldn't have been watching... but I was mesmerized... There were thoughts going through my head at that time that were highly inappropriate... and yet I still couldn't look away... The only thing that pulled me out of my daze had been the smoke coming from the oven," she explained hastily, all the while, turning even redder than before.
Neil stood there, looking down into her face, trying really hard not to laugh. He didn't want her to think that he was laughing at her so he was keeping his mirth to himself, but the merriment was in his gaze as he looked at her.
Christy saw his look of merriment and cried out indigently, "Neil Rodrick Robert MacNeil, don't you even think of laughing at me!"
Neil couldn't help it, the look on her face did him in and he laughed, though he tightened his hold on her so that she couldn't clobber him with something.
"Darling, I knew that was the reason you burned the meal that day; I saw it in your eyes when I came in partially dressed," he said, his laughter quieting down as he spoke.
"You mean you knew!" she was horrified to learn this.
He nodded and smiled. She looked at him and upon seeing the humor in it, she herself began to laugh. Before long though her laughter died down as she slowly began to caress her husband through the white shirt he wore; letting her hand glide over the planes of his covered chest, the way she had wanted to do that day so long ago.
While she was caressing him, he was busy slowly undoing the buttons on the back of her gown. When the last button was free, he took her lips in a passion filled kiss and pushed the gown off her shoulders, stroking her arms as he pushed it completely off her. She stood before him in nothing but her chemise and petticoat. She felt the slight chill against her heated skin and shivered involuntarily, though not completely from the chill; desire coursed through her veins as she began to undo the buttons of his shirt, wanting to touch the skin that she had been yearning to touch for a long time.
With the last button finally free, she separated the fabric and tentatively touched his bare skin. Neil gasped at her innocent touch; he raised his hands and found the pins holding her hair in place, pulling each one out slowly. When the last pin was freed he speared his hands through her soft, sun-kissed, brown hair loosening it, allowing it to fall in soft waves down her back. He bent and placed a soft kiss to her collarbone making her moan in pleasure. She then placed her other hand on his bare chest and slowly began to caress him upward from his abdomen to his shoulders, pushing the shirt off as she went. When the shirt hit the floor she leaned forward and kissed his bare chest right above his heart, then laid her head there and just relished the feel of him holding her.
Moments later, he pulled out of her embrace and bent to retrieve her dress and his shirt from the floor. He place both on a chair and then pulled his bride over to the bed. Christy went willingly, curiosity having taken hold of her. She wanted to learn what would happen next, what new sensation she would feel. Before lowering her to the mattress, Neil pulled her into another heart stopping, passionate kiss, needing to feel her in his arms again, just to remind himself that this was no dream but the real thing.
The next thing she felt was the mattress against her back, as he lowered her down upon it. He broke the kiss and then trailed his lips down her jaw and neck, where he nipped the exposed skin, gently with his teeth.
"Neil," she breathed his name on a low moan of pleasure, spearing her fingers through his unruly copper curls.
He continued downward, pulling the ribbon of her chemise, loosening it for removal. When he reached the curve of her breast, he looked up into her face, only to see that her eyes where closed and she had the most beautiful expression on her face. Slowly, as not to startle her overmuch, he began to remove the fabric from her.
Her breathing became slow and then hurried, at his calculated movements. She wanted him to hurry, but knew he was taking it slow for her sake and not his own. So, she allowed him to remove the last of her garments. When she was finally bared to his gaze, she had the maidenly urge to cover herself, but the look in his eyes somehow kept her from doing it. There was a burning fire in those hazel eyes that she had never seen before and a part of her gloried over it because she had put that fire there but another part of her was scared to death of what was to come.
Neil sat back and looked down on his bride, a secret smile playing at the corner of his lips. He knew that she wanted to cover herself from his heated gaze, but saw her determination not to. He leaned forward and brushed his lips lightly against her own, though not really kissing her; he nearly chuckled when she let out a frustrated moan of discontent.
Christy, wasn't about to allow him get away with teasing her and pulled him down and kissed him with all the passion she could muster. She allowed her hands to roam over his bare skin, enjoying the feel of it beneath her small hands; when she grazed his nipple he let out an involuntary groan and stiffened. She pulled back, thinking she had hurt him in some way, only to see him holding his breath, as if he was anticipating her next touch. Lightly, she replaced her hand and he let out the breath he had indeed been holding, before attacking her mouth with a renewed fervor.
Before she could stop herself, Christy traced the waistband of his kilt, causing him to lean back sharply. Looking down into her flushed face he waited to see what she would do now. He didn't have to wait long; she looked into his love filled eyes as she slowly began unbuckling the belt that hung loosely around the kilt. She stopped suddenly looking at him silently asking if it would be alright to continue; at his nod she did and when it hit the floor it was the only sound in the room, for both had been holding their breaths as she had been undoing it.
Neil looked at her before leaning in a kissing her tenderly, placing her hands back on his body silently asking her to continue to touch him; for he found that he was in dire need of her touch. Seconds ticked by as she explored the planes of his naked torso and back, when she again traced the waistband of the kilt she looked at him with barely contained desire and he knew it was time to reveal the rest of himself to his bride.
Together, they removed the garment, the last piece of fabric that separated their nakedness from each other. She braved a glance at her now bare husband and blushed. He moved further up onto the bed to lie besides her, simply letting her get used to this new development. She could find no fault with his appearance, surprised yes, nervous yes, but she didn't fear what she knew was coming, in fact, she found that she wanted him, no needed him badly. She suddenly want to explore him further, wanted to place loving kisses across his torso, wanted to trace every line, wanted to commit every part of him to memory, to have with her when he wouldn't be there beside her.
Suddenly, she did exactly that, she leaned forward and placed a kiss to his jaw moving slowly downward, continuing to kiss her way down his neck to his collarbone, following the same path he had followed on her earlier.
She heard a low moan coming from above her and lifted her head to look at him questionably, before returning to her task, smiling.
Neil, wasn't sure how much more of it he could take; the feel of her lips and hands caressing his naked flesh was sending him into a high state of arousal, but when she accidentally brushed him with one of her hands, he flipped her onto her back quickly. She looked at him, startled at first, then she gasped as his hands and lips began to trail over her heated skin.
He touched and caressed, every inch of her smooth skin, relishing the feel of her beneath his work roughened palms. His lips blazed a trail down her body, making her arch and moan beneath him. He took his time caressing her, committing every part of her to memory.
Christy, lay there awaiting each touch upon her body, she moaned then cried out his name shakily, when he caressed her in the spot she realized she needed him to touch. "Neil?"
"Shhh, love, I promise not to hurt you, just relax and feel what I am doing, okay," he whispered, reassuringly to her. After reassuring her he again touched her and lightly moved his hand against her, yet keeping his eyes locked with hers. He watched as her eyes grew wide in surprise and then heavy with her desire. He watched as he slowly introduced her to every new sensation then after what seemed like eons, he slipped a finger into her, observing her reaction to the invasion.
"Neil?" she said, her voice shaky, as she quivered in surprise to the invasion of her person. Though it felt strange to her, she knew what he was doing and she tried to keep her muscles relaxed, finding it very difficult to do so.
He held in a groan of pleasure at the feel of her surrounding his finger and could only imagine what it would be like when he finally joined with her. He slowly began to ease out of her and he heard her groan of protest and smiled to himself. He couldn't help but think that of all her prudish ways, his wife was actually allowing him to love her, with their family and friends just right outside the cabin. The though made him openly grin. He then allowed himself to push back in, only using two this time to stretch her tight passage and she arched against him, trying to deepen the contact.
She wasn't sure what was happening but it felt like her body was about to explode into a million little pieces. She needed to get closer.
He saw her getting closer to her orgasm and lightly brushed his thumb against her little nubbin of nerves and watched as she came apart, though he quickly covered her mouth with his, taking her cry into himself.
Christy wondered, if dying felt like this for surely she was, she flew apart holding onto her only anchor as she did so. When she could breath again she opened her eyes to find him poised above her.
"Neil? What just happened?" she asked in wonder, for she could still feel the jolts of ecstasy riding through her.
He only smiled gently down into her eyes and then leaned down and kissed her, allowing his body to glide sensually against hers. He positioned himself and very slow began to enter her.
Christy felt a burning pressure in her lower region and knew that he was joining them together. She had expected the pain, she just hadn't realized it would hurt quite this much, as tears began to form in her eyes. She tried hard to keep her body relaxed so it wouldn't hurt as much but it wasn't helping. She finally bit down on her lower lip to keep from screaming in pain.
He knew he was hurting her, knew that there wasn't anything he could do to ease that pain. He tried to go as slow as possible to allow her to adjust to the invasion but was finding it difficult. He saw the tears in her eyes and eased down to kiss them away, whispering to her that he loved her and that he was sorry about this pain that he had to inflict upon her. He knew she was trying to hold back a cry of pain, knew she was trying to be brave and not cry out, but he suddenly found that he wanted to hear that cry. He wanted to hear her scream, as he fully claimed her.
"I am so sorry, Lass," he said, as he gave one mighty thrust and seated himself fully within her.
She screamed, unable to hold it in any more, she found her arms wrapped around him holding onto him for dear life, as he fully claimed her body with his. He held perfectly still waiting for her to adjust to him. Finally, she began to relax and he sank further into her.
She sucked in a lung full of air, at the new sensation; after the pain receded she could not help the slight movement of her hips against his. He groaned at the contact and gently rocked his hips against hers, keeping to a slow gently and tender rhythm. He wanted to show her how much he loved her and because this was their first time together, he wanted it to be a moment she would never forget. He kissed her tenderly giving himself over to her fully.
She found his gentle rhythm and moved with him surprised by what she was feeling. She had never known that joining with another could feel so perfect, so right. She returned his kiss with one of her own but the kiss didn't stay tender; it turned passionate within moments and the movement of their bodies became harsher as their combined desire took them over. She begged him to go deeper and he complied, deepening each stroke until neither of them could think clearly.
As he moved within her his hands and lips again began to caress her skin, pushing her higher and higher until it broke and she cried out his name as she came a second time followed shortly thereafter by him.
They collapsed into each others arms and Christy could vaguely hear the sounds of the party going on out in the yard in front of the cabin. She should have been embarrassed by it all, but she was oddly at peace with it and she curled up into her husband's arms.
"I love you Neil," she whispered against his should before kissing it tenderly and lying her head on it.
"I love you too, Christy. Sleep Lass," he whispered back as he pulled the quilt around them and settled down with her in his arm and shut his eyes, a contented smile gracing both of their faces as the fell asleep in the others arms.
A/N well there you have it Well i hope you enjoyed it because the sequel isn't going to have any well it will but only eluding to it not showing it sorry unless you REALLY want me too and then I will. Well leave me a line and let me know how you liked the story or chapter. I love hearing from you and any suggestions for the next story would be helpful too.