Another chapter! Again it was not my intention to write this as in my official fan fiction these two characters aren't official together though I always liked them as a couple. I'm not sure how many more chapters I'll do but I have two more minor ones in mind but I warn you they will get more depressing as we go. This one gets a little more ... risqué shall we say so that is why I raised the rating to M. This is showing their wedding night. Questions? Suggestions? Feel free to message me I don't bite.
Also the song Give Me Love by Ed Sheeran in my mind fits them for this AU fanfiction while Frozen by Madonna fits them in the official fanfiction. Thanks again
I gently pushed open the door and she turned from where she stood by the fireplace, the light of the flames catching over her like lace pressed against her skin and tinting her gold. I swallowed hard and the door closed behind me with a soft click, my heart racing everywhere like a thousand heartbeats pulsed under my skin.
"Wife."
The word tasted strange on my tongue, sweet with an aftertaste that lingered hotly and made my head spin. She dropped into a faint curtsy that made the hem of her nightgown kiss the carpet.
"Husband."
She said it with no affection. No warmth. No love. It was a fact. I was now her husband and she was now my wife.
"May I have a servant fetch you something?"
It was a poor attempt on my part. A half broken press of words to try and bring her comfort, to rid the fears I could see danced behind her eyes as she tried not to glance at the bed and its implications.
"No, thank you."
She said the words quietly, her fingers fisted into the front of her nightgown and a curl falling over her shoulder and tracing a shadow along her collar bone. My heart began to feel raw in my chest, every part of me hurting and ached with the firelight still tracing over her and softening her every edge. She looked so young. Too young for me. Too young for this ...
"You look beautiful."
The words are shaped onto my lips and faded in the air before I could reclaim them. Already thought and spoken before I could claim them as my own. She barely smiles which makes the shadows across her cheeks tremble and skim faded and disappeared into her curls.
"Thank you, husband."
I carefully step towards her, every part of me pulsed and I can better see the details of her delicately carved and illuminated in the poor firelight. The tremble of her eyelashes across her cheek, the lace detail of her nightgown precariously hanging off her shoulder, the gentle curve of her breast through the fabric ... I froze in front of her, my heartbeat so loud and sudden in my ears that it blurred my vision to leave only her sharply lined, the only thing I still saw and still knew standing before me while everything else vanished.
"So beautiful ..."
I leaned forward carefully and brushed her lips with mine. She tensed somewhat but didn't pull away and I pressed deeper, still hesitant and cautious with her breath tinged my lips and swimming through my thoughts like a poison that slowly crumbled and broke me. She barely stepped closer, her fingers suddenly splayed against my elbow and shocking through my body like a thunderstorm tearing me apart. I could remember the first time I kissed her, when we were first betrothed and she pulled away with promises that we must wait until we were married. The moment when it felt like I was seeing her for the first time, every dulled detail suddenly so heart breakingly humane and wonderful and unbearable and I feel in love with her in a storm of thoughts and feelings and heartbeats that broke and remade me again. I carefully pulled away, my forehead barely touching hers and everything inside of me working too fast for me to keep up.
"Shall we to bed?"
The words are barely audible on my lips, murmured and almost lost in the air but she hears them. She barely nods and steps back from where I stand and turns to the bed, the shadows and light re-detailing the curve of her nightgown and the perfected curls hanging down her back. She steps up onto it and pulls back the quilt and adjusts herself so that she lays back against the pillows, her hair fallen over her shoulders and the linen. I stand frozen for a moment, sinking and drowning as I stare at her, the light and shadow so perfectly framed over her that she hovers between too real and too not of this world.
"Husband ...?"
Her words shatter whatever held me frozen and I walk over to the edge of the bed, the carpet beneath my feet muffling my footsteps and making them seem almost unearthly. I step up onto the mattress and shuffle around her so that I kneel at her feet, my hands frozen and carefully placed at her hem. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. My heart was deafening in my ears, my blood boiling and turning inside me and I couldn't move least I break whatever held this moment so together and so perfect. She carefully reached for her hem and started to slid it up her legs, over her knee and gathered at her thighs. The movement caused the shadows to sketch dark and lighter over her skin and shimmer like sunlight frozen crystallized in the waves of the Ocean. I ran my fingers carefully up her leg, ghosting my touch to not scare her, to not hurt her or make her feel like she couldn't pull away if she couldn't bear my touch. I feel her tremble and I press my lips against her knee, kissing and tasting her skin with the feel like a rain after an eternity of drought leaving me more alive than I had ever been.
"Do you consent?"
The words are barely audible, my lips tracing the skin of her knee in the shape and I raise my eyes to her, her own staring back at me and frozen to catch my gaze. I wait, every part of me aching on the brink to shatter, my fingers splayed against her leg and barely tracing shapes with no names along her skin. I will leave if she says no. I will curl into myself on the other side of the bed and let her sleep in peace, our marriage unconsummated if she says no. Lie to my mother and my father and my brother and my sister and the world if she says no. Never touch her skin or taste her lips or feel her move until she consents. And only then.
"Yes."
She whispers the words but they sound loud to me. Echoed through me and shattering whatever remained inside me whole that she found able to break with a simple word, touch or glance. I straighten myself, my fingers tracing down her leg and a shiver over her skin apparent under my barest touch. I tug at the collar of my night shirt and pull it over my head, goose bumps instantly pressed over my chest and the faint trace of muscles that outline my arms. I let it crumble next to me and I lower my hands to my hose and carefully unbutton it with my fingers trembling. I can't tell if it is fear or anticipation but it runs through me like a burn to in succession tense me and set me alight. I push my hose down my hips and crawl towards her so that I lay between her legs, my hands braced on either side of her and my nose barely grazed to hers. I lean down somewhat, my nose nuzzled against hers and kiss her gently. She presses back softly and I feel her hands run over my sides, her fingernails grazed to my ribs and I pull away panting, the heat of my blood boiled everywhere. She waits for me as I gasp, trying to calm my breathing and settle my thoughts which seem to blur and collide until they are one and I cannot read what it is.
"Husband ...?"
I raise my eyes to her, her own tinged with concern and her fingers still held at my sides barely touching me and yet every inch of me aware of their presence. I gently lift myself off her, her fingers falling from my sides and I gather her skirt higher and around her thighs. It collects around her hips in delicate layers while leaving her still covered to my eyes. I won't see her naked. Not until she consents. And only then. I reach down and carefully position myself, fingers trembling and I lean over her again, my hands curled into fists and braced at her hips. I raise my eyes again to her, waiting for her consent and ready to pull away at the slightest trace of doubt. She slowly nods and lays her hands upon my arms, her fingernails skimmed over a muscle and prepared to dig in at the slightest trace of pain.
"I'll be gentle."
I quietly promise her and push forward, any thought vanished and gone from my mind and replaced with the sudden and unbearable feel of being inside her. She gasped and dug her fingers into my skin, pink lines imprinted and visible against the candlelight and I freeze. Everything inside me begs me to move, clawing at me in desperation to move just an inch but I hold still trembling. Tears half form in her eyes and hang suspended on her eyelashes with the shattered candlelight and making them glitter. I hurt her. The thought breaks through me like a jagged dagger through my chest and I lean forward – my hips still frozen – and gently kiss her. Her breath is more rushed on my lips and I press my forehead against hers, my hair falling into my eyes and the tips of them already damp with sweat. She takes a trembling breath and lets it out carefully, her fingernails still lightly traced over my arms where I can see the pink scars already twisted over the skin. I close my eyes, counting numbers on my tongue to try and form something sharp and solid in my mind where everything feels too fluid and too hot like I could be consumed in it and drown.
"It's alright."
I open my eyes and find hers staring back, the soft consumption of them tinted in pain but set determined and encouraged with her eyelashes laced together with tears she hadn't quite shed. She smiles faintly and her fingers soothingly graze over my arm and the marks she had inflicted across my skin. I love her. I love her with my every fiber. My every breath. My every thought. I love her and I was hers.