Supplement Scene 5.5 (The Wedding Night)

WARNING: This chapter contains mature subject material of a sexual nature between a married couple. If you are offended by such material, I suggest that you stop reading here and continue on to the next scene.

I believe this is more of a "lemonade" / lemon than one or the other.

Please do not flame, any flames will be flagged as abuse. Constructive criticism, however, is always appreciated!

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The night was winding down. Camryn's adopted parents had decided to leave due to the high level of all things strange and weird that existed in Coventry. Karsh's mother had returned to her village, and Beth and Marcus had decided to remain with their friends. Aron had given Demitri the night off.

After the celebration had officially ended, Camryn, Alex, Marcus, Beth, and Demitri were watching the TV that the twins had zapped up, munching on popcorn, and vowing to stay up as late as possible.

From her place on the balcony, Ileana stared over the edge and watched the group. She leaned forward on her arms, smiling down at the familiar scene she'd come to know over the last two decades of her life. The wreath on her head slipped forward and she fixed it quickly.

Behind her, the statues laughed and Ileana whipped around, "What's so funny?"

"Nothing." They responded in unison.

She took a step forward, "You tell me or I'll have you put into a museum."

They sighed, "You just seem so nervous dear."

"I'm not nervous!"

Once again, they laughed at her.

"Look, it's just… been awhile."

This only served to make them laugh harder.

"Oh shut up, it's not like you've ever done anything!"

The first statue threw up her hands, "Well of course not!"

The second followed, "We can't!"

Ileana stormed off down the hall, the annoying laughter of the two marble hecklers following her. She walked toward the room that she and Karsh had been fixing up to be their own after the wedding. Standing outside the large wood door, she just stared at it. Neither she nor Karsh had spent any real time in there. They had moved in various items of furniture, decorated, tailored it to their specifications, and even conjured up new items. Tonight would be the first time they'd stay together in their new bed.

She looked down the hall and spotted Karsh coming towards her. While she'd left a few minutes ago, Karsh had gone back downstairs to see his mother off from the festivities.

"Hey, what're you doing?" He called to her.

"Just thinking." She replied, staring at the intricate woodwork on the door.

"About?"

"Us, I guess. This'll be our first night in this room."

"Yeah." He wrapped his arms around her from behind, letting his chin rest on her shoulder, "You're not nervous are you?"

"Not really, it's just finally hitting me that we're married."

There was a low chuckle from him and he reached forward, turning the door knob. Without warning, he picked her up and carried her into the room.

Ileana was laughing, "How human of you!"

He set her down and closed the door behind them. Her eyes caught every single movement of his hands and he carefully set the lock on their door. His step was quick in returning to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her in for a kiss. When they parted, Ileana decided to push forward first.

She breathed a warm tickling breath on his neck as she made her way to his ear. Her soft lips played at his earlobe, causing him a certain amount of pleasure that he couldn't quite describe.

"Do me a favor?" He asked.

"What?"

"Untie me."

She looked perplexed at first until he lifted his chin to reveal his necktie, "Oh, you mean your groom's knot." Despite not appearing like it, Ileana had incredibly nimble fingers that made short work of the garment. It slipped to the ground and she was able to loosen his jacket enough that it joined the tie on the floor. He didn't much seem to care.

With a gentle touch, her shoulder wrap fell down to her feet and she turned in his arms. The back of her gown was laced up intricately in a corresponding bride's knot. His hands trembled slightly as he pulled at the straps until they fell free. With the main thing holding it up gone, the fabric of the dress began to fall from her body. There was a look in his eyes that she'd only seen a few other times and as she began to speak, the dress cascaded down to a pool of white satin.

"Karsh?"

"I know." With his hands on her shoulders, he turned her back to face him. The soft pale skin underneath his hands was warm and inviting.

Cupping her face in his hands, he simply stared at her. Those trusting eyes, the short blond hair that lightly touched his fingers, her inviting lips. He noticed, with a certain satisfaction, that she was blushing as she stood totally uncovered in his presence. He could see the reddish tint to her skin on her bare legs and soft stomach.

"Don't tell me you're embarrassed?"

"With you?" Her lips pursed ever so gently, "Never. It's just the anticipation."

Karsh chuckled, "You know, I feel a little overdressed for this."

He'd barely finished the sentence before he felt her hands unfastening the buttons on his shirt. The fabric parted, her hands explored the bare skin underneath, traveling upwards and ridding his skin of any cumbersome upper garments. Her hands made even faster work of his belt and when she finished, he was left in the same state of vulnerability as her.

Tilting her chin for another kiss, he murmured against her mouth, "My wife."

She broke from him long enough to respond, "My husband."

Eager fingers grasped and held her waist while he took a tentative step forward. Ileana knew what was happening, and she took a step back, letting him hold her body, never to let her fall.

Step after step. Bare trembling feet and toes upon cold stone. Every now and then they caught a rug and it gave them a few seconds relief from the chilled rock. That conflicting hot and cold coursing through the sensitive soles of the feet proved sensual.

By the time that Ileana felt the sheets of their bed against the back of her legs, she and Karsh had built up an immense passion. Their love was infused with a justified amount of lust that peaked when Ileana found she could back up no further. Karsh pressed his body against hers, his fingers bruising her hips as the most intimate parts of their bodies met. Her breasts ached painfully against his chest.

Karsh made the decisive move. Grabbing her upper thighs he took away her balance and let her fall back onto the bed.

She wanted to protest, and the second her mouth opened he interrupted, "Trust me."

"But Karsh – "

"Ileana, please, let's not argue. Just close your eyes."

Without any protest, she obeyed. His strong side was something she adored. She felt the bed rise and fall as he climbed onto it after her, imagining those intense eyes of his gazing over her nude form.

"What are you doing?"

"Something new." His voice was closer to her ears, but she felt the press of his lips between her breasts. The kisses trailed down her body to her soft belly where they lingered. Ileana bit her lip and took a deep breath when she felt him move again. It was hard for someone so easily distracted to keep her eyes closed for so long.

"Oh!" She gasped aloud when he finally stopped his kisses. Her toes curled and she clutched the bed sheets in her hands. With a tongue so quick to witty remarks and sarcasm, he put it to better use in worshipping her body. Though neither had done such a thing before, their instincts were taking over. Torturing her with long languid laps mixed with a quick flutter, he drove her closer and closer to something she'd not experienced in years.

Without her permission, her hips began to move. Karsh realized how close she was and held her hips down, creating fresh bruises and eliciting an appreciative moan from her lips.

When she couldn't take any more, Ileana reached down and ran her fingers through his spiky brown hair without regard to the strength.

"Ah! Ileana!" He stopped and she felt her body relax, "My hair."

"Sorry!" She apologized, moving her hand under his chin and guiding him toward her. On his hands and knees he crawled above her. When she went to move her legs, she found that he had conveniently placed one of his knees between her thighs.

"It just wouldn't be me if I didn't end up hurting you somehow." Came a laughing respond.

"I think I can forgive you." He kissed her, letting his tongue once again do the talking, "Just this once though." As her arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer, they once again felt the delicious sensation of hot skin against hot skin.

"You remember the first time we did this?" He asked.

"Yeah, I was so nervous."

There was a knowing grin on his face, "Really? It didn't seem like it." He lowered himself to rest on his forearms, "In fact," He kissed her neck, "You seemed to be quite worked up."

Ileana gasped and then pressed her lips together in pure pleasure as he worked on the skin of neck, "That feels wonderful."

Using his knee, he parted her legs further before being able to fully lie between them. She decided that she didn't want to wait any longer and guided him. When they were finally joined, Karsh let out a shuddering moan and held her to him. Ileana's head tilted back and she took a sharp breath.

"God, I've missed this."

"Me too." She responded, rolling her hips slightly. He took it as his cue and began to move with her.

Every thrust, every stroke by one lover was matched by the other, and if not equally, was matched stronger and more passionate. The sweat from their bodies mingled as they held each other in their intimate embrace. Their slick skin only served to enhance their pleasure.

It was a curious thing that as the sounds from Ileana became higher and higher pitched, Karsh's became deeper and more guttural. Both of them silently thanked God that the walls of their room were thick; being quiet was impossible.

Time ticked by without their notice except for the growing heat inside them. The lust was building fast and begging for release. Ileana's moans were more frequent, insistent, and her hands clutched at his back. Her nails were digging into his skin and he didn't care. Karsh's mind was too far gone to primal instinct to pay attention to any pain. He increased his speed, his hands clutching the bed with such force that his knuckles were turning white.

"Karsh!" Ileana went over the edge, clasping at anything to keep her stable. He was not far after, the throbbing of her body forcing his own climax. With his release he collapsed, unable to hold himself up anymore. Their chests struggled to regain breath as their minds swam in the last waves of pleasure coursing through their bodies.

When he finally got muscle control back, Karsh lifted his head and kissed his wife, "I love you so much."

Ileana had to take a breath, "I love you too."

They hugged as best they could and she gave a light laugh.

"What is it?" He asked.

"I'm trying to think right now and I just can't." She exclaimed.

He broke down laughing as well, holding his much exhausted and much cherished wife to him. It was an embrace that would last the night.