Chapter 7: The Newlyweds Bedroom Hymns

Author's note: I'm going to be completely honest with you guys; I'm totally half assing this story so bad. I'm going along with as it may, and I get ideas from all of your reviews. Not sure how things will unravel, but I'm pretty sure the way it'll end. So, please be patient with me and if you don't like the way it goes, well, it was nice knowing you.

You are cordially invited to the wedding of Booker Dewitt and his bride, Elizabeth. Or rather, you're invited to half of it. Oh, you'll see. If there are things wrong about the wedding, then I apologize. I've never had a wedding myself and the ones I went to, I usually spaz out during the ceremony. And this is another era and time, so I don't know how they went done back in the day. Oh, and I want to give a heads up and warning. This chapter is THE chapter, if you catch my drift. Our hero and his lady get busy in the sheets.

bren97122: Well, thanks! World War 1 affected everyone, but it's just a matter how much it'll affect our little love birds. Hopefully not much!
Twisted Cinderella: Love the username. They've only done oral sex as of now, not the deed just yet. But it will happen, in this chapter actually. I was kinda worried that it might come off that they had had sex already. But nope. :)
edboy2926: Thanks. Oh heavens, me either!
Adrift At Sea: You see, Albert Einstein alone makes my brain do backflips. But I'll probably mention him somewhere along just to show what was happening during this very busy time in history. Anna is still a part of the story, just not major. She'll be brought up soon though. Thanks! I'm glad that I could bring Gabrielle back in and show a sympathetic side to her. More chapters coming your way! :)
DFaf Guest: AU is a godsend for this game. I haven't played any other Bioshock games, so I won't include Rapture. I don't want to get things wrong and ruin the story. You should write a story about it though :)
TheBigDewitt: I think a lemon chapter is in order! Live long and prosper :)
Alyxia: I think Liz would know from when Gabrielle told her about him calling out for her. I don't know. Hmm :P
Dovahkiin Vokun do Skyrim: You're right, it probably would have worked better that way, but what's done is done. Thanks for ideas though! :)
Lone Reaper-068: A miscarriage would be very sad, I don't know if I could put these two through that :(
spike tashy: Thanks so much. :)

-Sarai

There were many reasons why Elizabeth wanted the wedding to be done at the courthouse rather than having a lavish ceremony. One—it really was cheaper. This way they could buy an affordable but reliable automobile to transport from their new home to shops or other necessities. Two—they could get to their new home sooner, and Elizabeth could start to make a home for the newlyweds. And three—seeing the people discuss and debate the war going on with Austria-Hungary and Serbia made her appreciate what her life had become. It also made her realize how easy it was to mistake the good things in life, no matter how small it was. And at this moment, she wanted to marry Booker, avoid taking it for granted by expensive flowers, dresses and venues waving in her face, blinding her from the simple things life had to offer. It was so easy to go to the courthouse, say vows, sign a paper, and seal with a kiss, because love and romance didn't need to be celebrated in the most expensive or lush fashion. It needed to be shared with the one you love with no distractions.

Elizabeth continued to run these reasoning's through her head the entire day, and every time she went through the small list, she could feel her nerves calm a little more each time. She was almost positive that she was going to faint when she was getting herself dressed in her wedding gown. Gabrielle was there, helping her and preparing her. The French woman had advised that she come to her quite luxurious home to ready herself before she went to the courthouse. Gabrielle said it was bad luck for the groom to see the bride in her dress. So Elizabeth dressed at her home and Gabrielle took her to the courthouse.

Now here she was, looking up at Booker, standing in front of a man with a bible in his hands, feeding lines to the two and having them repeat after him. The rings were exchanged and slipped onto his and hers fingers with ease. The sermon was nearing to a closing and Elizabeth looked from the minister to Booker in anticipation, waiting for the end so she could kiss him as man and wife.

The older man in front of them closed the bible and held it in his hands with a soft expression, "I now with divine blessings and the authority vested in me by the land we stand, joyfully pronounce you Husband and Wife."

Elizabeth was nearly bouncing with excitement, whereas Booker was more patient, waiting for the man to say the words. The minister nodded softly and smiled gently, "You may kiss your bride."

More like you may kiss your husband. Elizabeth wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a passionate kiss. Booker did the same, but he went gentler. He didn't want this old man to have a heart attack from the kiss they were displaying.

Papers were signed, congratulations were said, good fortune and health was wished upon them, and the two were off. Elizabeth nearly dragged him to their new automobile. It was rather large, but small inside. Like any other vehicle out there at the moment. The carriage was covered by heavy metal and offered some privacy that was just enough for the bride. Once Booker had gotten into the driver's seat, Elizabeth pretty much tackled him and kissed his lips, jaw, neck, and collarbone.

"Elizabeth," he called out softly, but she kept kissing him with determination, "Elizabeth, calm down. When we get home, you can have me. But let's get there first."

She stopped the kissing but brought him into a tight hug, "How can you be so patient?"

"Because we have the rest of our lives together, that's how."

"Words of wisdom," she said as she kissed his cheek and took her seat.

The cottage wasn't a far drive. Thirty minutes at the most. As they pulled up the dirt road, Elizabeth was knotting her hands together as the home came into view. When the car came to a spot, Booker had to race her to the front door, but he got there first and blocked her entrance. She crossed her arms over her chest and huffed. After chuckling at his new bride, he scooped her up in his arms, an arm under her knees, and the other cradling her back. She immediately started kissing at his neck.

Elizabeth looked up at him with curious eyes when he cleared his throat. She followed his gesturing and realized he had opened the front door and she could now see the inside of her new home. He took a step in, still holding her, and when he closed the door with his foot, he set her down on the oak wood floor boards. She was still at first, looking around with wide eyes. Booker grew nervous that she may not like it, but before he could ask, she was off. She went in and out of the three rooms and studied every characteristic it had.

The cottage had two bedrooms, one wash room, a kitchen and lounging area, and a sun room on the south side of the home. It was furnished like a new home would be. Nothing fancy or rich, but just things for a new resident. Elizabeth finally stopped running around the place and now she stood in the doorway of what would be their room. It had a queen sized bed, a dresser, nightstands and a big window showing off the grassy fields beyond. She turned around and looked to Booker who still stood by the front door, waiting for her reaction.

She slowly stepped towards him, "Well, Mr. Dewitt, we're home."

Booker could feel his trousers become tighter as she came closer, a sensual look on her face. "Huh? Oh, yes we are, Mrs. Dewitt."

He was rewarded with a bright smile when he called her by her married name. She made it over to him, slipped off his jacket and began to unbutton his vest. "Booker?"

"Hmm?" He could barely mutter a hum out as he watched her hands throw his vest to the side, landing somewhere in the kitchen, and started pulling up his dress shirt.

"I'm ready Booker," she spoke as she kissed his chest, "I want you."

Is my hearing going? he had to ask himself. He brought her to look up at him and looked her square in the eyes, "What did you say?"

Elizabeth gave him a small smile and pulled him down to her until her lips were at his ear, "I want you to make love to me."

He didn't need to be told a third time. He captured her lips in a tender kiss, his hands unbuttoned the back of her gown, and the linen fabric fell to a pool at her feet. Still with his lips on hers, he managed to unlace her corset and pull off her silk slip. Elizabeth was pulling down his trousers and now pulling the strings on his breeches. All the while, they were patient with each other. They went at a slow pace, treasuring this moment, caressing one another.

Soon they were both naked, Booker picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her to the bedroom. She kissed his nose, his temples and closed eyelids and ran her hands through his hair. He laid her down on the bed and stood for a minute, admiring his new bride and the woman he loved dearly.

"So beautiful," he whispered.

Elizabeth propped herself up on her elbows and reached into her hair to unclip the mass and let it fall around her. She sat up and kissed at his abdomen, running her fingertips down his chest and along his thighs slowly. She kissed down the line of hair on his lower abdomen and to his hips.

Booker couldn't hold back the moan when her lips made contact with the tip of his manhood. She licked at him slowly, teasingly, and started to ease him into her mouth. His hand found her hair and he combed his fingers through her dark locks as she took him in. Soon his hips started to match her mouth and lips and he could feel the tightness in his stomach and knew that he was going to go over the edge very soon. He gently pulled her away before he was about to blow.

He scooped her up and brought her to lie down in the middle of the bed. He positioned himself between her legs and kissed her softly. His hand slid down her belly and between her legs. She gasped when his hand cupped her most sensitive part, her back arched a little and bit at her lower lip. His fingers slipped between her folds, rubbing her softly, and slowly he picked up his pace until she was grinding against his hand. When his hand was coated in her juices, he grabbed himself and pressed the tip of his length at her entrance.

He kissed her lips gently and rested his forehead against hers, "Elizabeth, this is going to hurt. It'll only hurt for a few seconds though, and I'll make it quick. Alright?"

She wrapped her legs around his hips and nodded carefully, "I'm ready Booker. I love you."

He kissed her deeply and pressed his tip in a little, letting her get used to the size of him. "I love you too," he spoke softly, but firmly as well, "So much." He kissed her closed eyelids, "Elizabeth, look at me." She opened her eyes slowly and looked up with a slight fear in her blue eyes. She had a high tolerance for pain, but it didn't soften the fear of the pain coming. He pushed the stray strands of hair off her forehead, "Take a deep breath for me."

And she did. But right before she exhaled, he pushed into her. Her nails dug into his back and her eyes squeezed shut when he broke her hymen. The pain was sharp and burning, the size of him was stretching her walls, and tears formed in her eyes. But she refused to let a sob escape her, she only allowed one tear to fall.

"I'm sorry," he spoke quietly as held himself still inside of her.

She shifted underneath him, holding her breath as the pain slowly drifted off. "It's ok, it feels better now."

"I'm going to pull out a little, okay?"

Elizabeth nodded gently. A quick stab of pain went through her body as he moved, but the pain went just as fast as it came and soon her nerves were shivering deliciously. He pulled out just until his tip was just about out, then he eased into her until he was all the way in. Her walls squeezed around him, but it just made him want to go faster. But he steadied his thrusts, making sure not to hurt her, but still giving her pleasure as well as receiving it.

Elizabeth started to whimper underneath and her hips began to move with his. When he'd pull out, she'd retract. When he thrust in, she'd meet him with a push of her hips. She got the hang of it easily and pulled with her legs to make him go faster, her hands stroked his back and her nails dragging on his back delectably, her lips pressing into his, her tongue mating and wrestling with his. She'd squeeze her walls around him when he pulled back as if milking him and her chest would press into him when he filled her fully.

His thrusts were becoming fast and hard. Booker cradled her knee in his hand and brought her leg up to her side, gaining deeper access into her depths. He could feel the tip of his member pressing into her cervix and her moans and chants showed that she was enjoying every bit of it. He could feel the familiar tightness in his stomach, but he wanted to make sure she reached her peak before he went over the edge.

He picked her up and had her sit in his lap, pulling her up and down on his length. She arched her back and her head flew back as she started to grind into him, panting out his name. After a minute, he didn't have to raise her anymore, because she was doing to the work now. Her walls were beginning to tighten and moans became screams. She brought herself up once more and as she sat back down, she peaked. She rode out her orgasm in his lap and made him climax just then. He filled her with his seed and clutched onto her hips as he ground her center onto him. She kissed him softly when she began to calm and the shaking stopped.

Without pulling out, he laid her down and rested his cheek on her bosom. Elizabeth ran her fingers through his hair and her heartbeat began to steady. "We're going to be doing that all the time now," she said in a breathy voice.

"We won't have time for anything else," he murmured, wrapping his arms around her.

"That's alright," she sighed and kissed his hair, "I won't want to do anything else."

Booker chuckled at her assumption. But it was true. Completely true. They were going to be in this bed a lot. Maybe they'd get up to eat and other things, but they knew they were going to be spending a lot of time in the comforts of these blankets.

They made love again and again, until finally their bodies grew tired. They fell asleep in their new bed, in each other's arms, as husband and wife.

Author's note: Hubba hubba. Elizabeth is now a woman and Booker got laid, horay! Let me know what you guys thought with a review please. Also, what should we do about World War 1, hmm? Should we make Booker enlist? I'm think maybe, but I want to know what you guys think. Talk to you soon. -Sarai