Ah! Chapter 10! Right? Ha-ha! (: Enjoy!
P.S. This will be in Eli's POV. Or mostly at least (:
Chapter 10
I finished putting on my tux, and a servant gently shined my shoes. I thanked him and Drew walked in, dressed. He smiled at me and I returned it. My eyes shot around the room, as I focused on trying to dry my sweaty palms. Drew came up to me and patted my back.
"You nervous?" he asked me. I shrugged.
"Very" I replied. Drew scoffed.
"Why?" he asked. "It's nothing you guys haven't said before" he pointed out. I rolled my eyes at him.
"Not about the wedding. I'm fine for the wedding. I'm anxious to see how Clare looks right now, but I'm fine. It's tonight I'm worried about" I told him. He looked at me as if I had three heads.
"What's tonight?" he asked. I groaned.
"Tonight. The wedding night. Our first night as a married couple, as in two" he still didn't understand. "Together. As one" Realization crossed his face.
"Oh...oh! As one because—yeah. Got it" he said, a slight blush on his cheeks. I nodded.
"Yeah. That's what I'm nervous about" I whispered. Drew nodded.
"That's understandable" he said, still nodding.
"Well? Any suggestions?" I asked him.
"Just...take it slow. Don't go to fast. Since it's her first time, pleasure her first. Let her feel good" he said and I stared at him, shocked. "What?" he asked, innocently. "Ok! I've been spending a lot of time with Ali! She loves this stuff" he told me and I laughed. I ran my fingers through my hair fixing them and rewashed my face for the 3rd time. I looked at myself in the full size mirror and fixed my tux jacket. I took a deep breath and smoothed my pants down.
"Alright, showtime" I whispered to myself. I walked out of my room and down to the garden to get in place. I took my spot next to the priest, in front of Drew.
"You got the ring?" I asked him, wiping my hands on my pants. He rolled his eyes at me.
"No, I dropped it down the sink" he told me, sarcastically. I laughed and he smiled. "Of course I have the ring" he told me after my laughter had died down. I nodded at him and finally took the chance to look around. The garden looked amazing.
When you first walked in on the white carpet, all can see are benches, with pure white tablecloths and brightly colored flowers as decoration on the sides of the benches. The weather was perfect, the sun just beginning to set. You could hear the calming rush of the water in the nearby river and the birds were chirping the perfect song for the occasion. The flower arch was beautifully arranged, each flower placed perfectly. The guest were all seated, looking their best, chattering away. Butterflies flew by, and the wind blew at just the perfect speed. Over to the left and up, where the reception was being held, were tables with white tablecloths that had perfectly arranged napkins and plates. The silverware was set up just right as were the glasses. Rose petals had been sprinkled over the tablecloths for a nice fragrance while we ate. But you really didn't need one, the food was fragrance enough. It smelled delicious. And our cake? Perfect. Every tier, every detail, every design was flawlessly done, with hard work and care. So much care, I really didn't want to eat it. I just wanted to preserve it and save all its glory and hard work. Everything was perfect. Just like it was planned.
Soon, the music began and the guest quieted down. My nerves sky-rocketed and suddenly my whole body was sweaty. I was nervous. A few seconds later Clare stepped out, her arm around her Father and everything vanished. All that mattered was Clare. It felt as if someone picked up an eraser and took away everything but Clare. She was gorgeous.
Her hair was up in a gorgeous, neat bun, a crown of flowers around the top. The veil flowed down her back, easily, lightly moving in the wind. Her dress was strapless, fully accentuating the curve of her breasts and slim figure. Her bodice was beaded carefully, into perfect swirls flowing down her body. The skirt was big and shimmery, also sporting swirls and you could see sparkles as she moved down the aisle. I moved back up to her face, and again the world stopped. She blushed at my intense, admiring gaze and I wanted to freeze time. I didn't want anything to happen else. I wanted to take a snapshot right there, and live it in forever. She had just the perfect amount of blush to highlight her bright blue eyes, and her glossy kissable lips. And the way the sunlight made her glow like an angel, wasn't helping my already clouded mind at all.
She finally reached the end of the carpet, and she looked at her Dad. He smiled and I walked to them, as he handed her off to me. I smiled at him and he nodded. I led Clare back up to the Priest. He began talking but I didn't hear him. I was too dissolved in Clare. Clare winked at me, letting me know it was my turn to say our vows. We had written our own. I cleared my throat, and took a deep breath.
"Clare" I started off with. "You are everything to me. I...I know I've messed up before, but you've never given up on me. Never. You've always been there, no matter what. And I can never ever thank you enough for that. But it doesn't mean I won't try. Because, Clare, I won't stop trying until the day I die. I love you. With everything I have in me and it scares the crap out of me. I've never felt like this about anyone and I don't know what the feeling is—if it's supposed to feel this way—but I like it. No, I love it. And nothing, no one, in this world or the next can change that. Because I love you. So much" I breathed out, my voice shaky and smiled at the tears in Clare's eyes. She looked up at me and began talking.
"I can't express in words how I feel about you. It's...something that no one can really understand. Comprehend. I'm not even sure I understand it. But that's the thing with you. I never know whats going to happen. My whole life, it has been planned for me, but with you its like exploring new land. You don't know what happens or what will come in your way. But it doesn't matter, because as long as I'm with you I will be okay. I could be dying...but as long as I was with you. I'd be fine" she paused, taking a deep breath. She looked up at me and continued speaking. "I love you. That all it comes down to, and I promise you I'm here forever. However long forever is...I'm here. I love you and I'll always be here" she breathed out and smiled at me as a tear rolled down her eyes. I smiled. Suddenly, someone clapped. It was slow, weird. Everyone looked around and soon Imogen stepped out in a dress.
"That was gorgeous. Just gorgeous" she said, her voice acid-like. Clare sighed sadly and I grabbed her hands. Imogen slowly walked up the aisle, looking around. "Nice set-up you got here. I'm sad, I wasn't invited" she faked pouted and I glared at her.
"Leave" I whispered, my voice strong. "You are not welcome here"
"Oh really? That's not what you were saying yesterday, now is it?" she sneered.
I chuckled. "Your a liar Imogen. Always have been, always will be" Her facade faltered a bit and she stared at me.
"Eli, I love you! You can't do this!" she yelled, her high, baby-whiny voice coming out. "And you love me too!" I groaned.
"I did love you! But then I finally found out your true colors. I found out who you really are, and that is someone I don't even want to talk to you. Your a liar, and demanding, and manipulative. You used people and step all over them just to feel good about yourself. And you don't care. You never cared about me and I gave you everything!" I told her, my voice rising until finally I was yelling. I lowered my voice, clearing my throat. "I will not allow you to ruin my wife's wedding. Or my wedding, for that matter" With that, I turned to the priest and motioned for him to continue on.
We exchanged rings and the whole "I thee wed" process. The priest said a couple more words and finally he said the sentence I've been dying to hear.
"I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your bride" I winked at her and we both leaned in, letting out a quiet moan when our lips touched. She tasted so good. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her closer as the crowd began to clap. Clare pulled away first, and giggled. We turned to the crowd hand in hand, and I saw Imogen leaving, an angry storm. I shrugged that off and focused on Clare. My wife.
She was first greeted by her Mother who gave her a hug and a kiss. Then I hugged her Mom and we went down the line. Then her Dad, Ali, Drew, Holly J, Fiona, and many other servants and then some of the townspeople. It was a long process but, it was nice to see Clare mingle with the people she will soon be ruling. She grabbed my hand and the wedding flowed into the reception party perfectly, as planned.
The first song started to play, and I grabbed Clare by her hand, twirling her into me. She smiled and blushed, placing her hand on my shoulder. The dance floor cleared, as we shared the first dance, lost in our own bliss.
"Have I told you how beautiful you look?" I whispered in her ear. She giggled, blushing again.
"Only about a million times" she teased.
"Hmm...still not enough" I murmured, pressing my lips to her temple. She smiled into my shoulder and we continued to dance.
"I love you" I whispered into her ear, as the song died down. She smiled, a tear running down her face. I wiped it away with a kiss. "Don't cry. Your supposed to be happy on you wedding day" she laughed, her mouth curled into a smile.
"Trust me. I am happy. Happier than I could ever be" she whispered, looking into my eyes. "I love you too" I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers, pushing my tongue past her teeth. She opened her mouth farther for me and I smiled, exploring her cavern. Her tongue poked out to play with mine and I moaned quietly. She pulled away at the sound of claps and looked around, blushing. I smiled, still looking at her.
We danced for hours, it seemed, after that. We switched dancing partners. I danced with her Mom and Ali, and she danced with her Dad and Drew. We went through all the wedding events. First, we cut the first piece of cake, shoving some down each others throat. Then, I removed the garter carefully with my teeth from a furiously blushing Clare. I winked at her and threw it right in Clare's teenage nephew's surprised face. I laughed as he threw the garter away from him, his face terrified. Clare threw her bouquet, the beautiful bunch of flowers landing right into Ali's hands. She smiled brightly and Drew wrapped her arms around her waist from behind, kissed her cheek.
The dinner then started and we all sat down as some servants cut the cake and others served the food. It was delicious. Everything was perfect, right up the the jewels on the goblets. After everyone was done with the moonlit, sparkly dinner, the cake was served on elegant plates with forks that had designs incrusted in the silver. The cake was simply heaven. It was mixture of both, marble if you will. The frosting was creamed just to the perfect texture giving you that melt in your mouth moistness.
Soon, the wedding was over and my nerves sky-rocketed again, thinking about tonight. We thanked the guest and they left. Clare's father clapped loudly, giddily. He ran to us hugging us in a tight embrace.
"Dad! Can't breath!" Clare choked. He let us go, blushing slightly and began rambling about a house or something.
"...and it's just over the river. Come! Look! Come!" he rushed out, crossing the stone path across the bridge. He hit the other side and broke out into a run into the woods. "Come on!" he yelled and Clare rolled her eyes, picked up the hem of her dress and grabbed my hand. We walked across the bridge and followed her Father's voice to whatever he planned for us. We broke through the last of the trees and Clare gasped. I looked over and my jaw dropped.
It was full moon tonight, and in the path of the light you could see a beautiful house—a cottage, just big enough for a small family. The outside looked like a cozy cabin, with stone walls and a wide door. The door was a deep red, matching the chimney and the small stepping path to the front door. Smoke was coming out from the chimney and her Father went up to the door opened it for us.
"Well, don't just stand there! Come on in!" he yelled at us. It took us a while for either of us to move. Finally, Clare grabbed my hand interlacing our fingers and we walked to the front door.
As soon as we stepped in, a sudden warmth washed over us, making Clare smiled. When you walked in the first thing you saw was a small entrance room. Right in front of you was a closet and the wall was a calm, soft tan. Looked to your left and the room opened up to a friendly living room, the walls the same soft tan. There was a love seat on the north wall and a regular couch straight across from it. On the far end was a window, much like the ones in Clare's room, with light brown curtains and the those pulled back, letting in the glow of the moon. The living room, was large and had a beautiful hand woven rug in the middle of the two couches. A nice sturdy table sat on the opposite end of the window. The ceiling were high, lanterns hanging from them. I looked over at Clare and she smiled, looking up at the colorful lanterns. I stared at her for a while. She looked beautiful when she first walked down the aisle but now...I don't even know. Many hairs were plucked out of place, the tiara still attached. Her make up had smudged slightly and her face was bright with excitement. Her body gave off a certain warmth, a certain vibe, that made me what to get as close as possible to her. Then, once again, my nerves shot up thinking about how close we'll be tonight.
We continued to the kitchen. We walked through a large arch doorway leading to the kitchen, and Clare laughed. The kitchen was huge, an island right in the middle. The cabinets were a light brown, the island counter tops a dark brown granite. The floors were tiled, perfectly spotless and at the very end was a door, leading out to a gorgeous backyard with a garden and our own gazebo.
"Oh my God..." Clare whispered, her hand laying over her heart. I smiled at her, kissing her temple.
"You deserve it" I whispered in her ear.
"We deserve it" she said, looking up in my eyes. I smiled as she leaned forward and our lips connected in a soft, slow kiss. We pulled away, smiling at each other and realized her father had left and we continued to explore the house ourselves. Clare smirked at me and I raised my eyebrows up at her. She giggled, picked up her dress, and began to run through the hallway. I laughed, rolling my eyes, and began running. I caught up with her easily, wrapping my arms around her waist from behind. She busted out in laughter and I held her as we explored the house some more.
The house consisted of 3 bathrooms, another living room, and 4 bedrooms fully furnished and everything. We finally walked to the master bedroom—our room—and I opened the door and we walked through. The walls were a light, sky blue. The bedspread was also blue with pure, fluffy white pillows. The carpet was a green, not an ugly green but an first day of summer, freshly mowed lawn green. I smiled, knowing her Dad designed this because of how much she loved summer and the sky. On the ceilings were hand-painted wooden butterflies hanging from the ceiling. She smiled and then dropped it looking at me.
"What?" I told her, my insecurities rising.
"It's not...too...girly for you, is it?" she asked, blushing. I laughed and pulled her closer to me.
"Do you like it?" I asked her. She smiled, shaking her head.
"No...I love it" she whispered. I kissed her temple.
"Then it's just perfect for me" I whispered in her ear. She giggled and leaned into me. She walked to the closet and opened it, her smiled widening. The closet was huge, each one of us having a side. Our clothes were already moved with some new clothes and many new shoes for both of us. The room also had a fire place going, the warmth giving off a cozy, cabin vibe to the room.
Clare took off her shoes, and sat on the bed, sighing deeply. She slayed back on the pillows and giggled looking up at the butterflies. I came to her, joining her on the bed. She snuggled closer to me, and I pulled her into my arms. I kissed her temple, trailing my lips to her ears.
"I love you Mrs. Goldsworthy" I whispered. She giggled, blushing. She turned on her side, her eyes boring into mine. I lost myself in her ocean orbs. I couldn't help myself. She smiled brightly at me, and for a quick second I couldn't breathe. She took it away.
"Hmm, that will never get old" she said, snuggling her head into my shoulder. I smiled, as she started pressing kisses to my shoulder and neck. "I love you too" she murmured. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her closer to me. I pulled her on top of me, carefully taking her pins out, letting her hair fall loosely.
"Eli..." she whispered and I pressed my lips to hers softly. Our kiss grew more intense as each second passed and I traced her bottom lip with my tongue, begging for entrance. She happily let me in and I turned her head to the side, getting a better lip lock with her. She moaned quietly and it went straight down my body, sending me on fire. I slowly crawled my hand up her back, to her zipper and played with it for a while, wanting to make sure this is what she wanted. She didn't stop me. We broke away, gasping, and I trailed my kisses down her jawline, to her neck, slowly unzipping her dress. Clare's hands traveled up my torso, taking my jacket and throwing it softly on the floor. She slowly started to unbutton each button of my white shirt and I groaned at her pace. Soon, my shirt was off and she was stepping out of her wedding dress, blushing furiously. After the dress was off, I pulled her back on top of me, and kissed her ear.
"Your gorgeous Clare. Simply gorgeous" I whispered to her. She blushed again and smiled as I ran my hands down her smooth, creamy sides. Her breast were full, practically spilling out of her strapless bra, making my mouth water. I licked my suddenly dry lips, as I felt Clare's hands going back my chest to the buttons of my pants. I gasped softly and Clare stopped her movements.
"Is this okay?" she asked, innocently. I smiled at her and laughed.
"It's just fine babe. Just fine" I whispered, and she continued to slowly unbutton my pants, pulling the zipper down. Her hands were shaky as she pulled my pants off, and her eyes were glued to everything but me. I pulled her hands up, making her sit up with me. Once we were upright, I brought my hand to her chin and tilted it up, making her look at me. I saw fear in her eyes, but also adrenaline. Excitement.
"I-I'm sorry. I j-just...I don't k-know what I'm do-doing and I just...I'm so lost...I-" she stuttered and I interrupted her rambling with a soft, sweet kiss. A kiss that you feel all the way down to your toes, making them curl. I curled my hand around her neck softly, pressing her closer to me and she relaxed. I pulled away, pecking her lips a couple more times and pushed the hair away from her face, still red.
"Clare, we don't have to do this tonight. Your already mine. You don't have to prove anything else to me" I whispered to her. She shook her head.
"But Eli, I want to do this" she explained. "I want to be yours in every way possible. I'm just...nervous" she looked down, saying the last word and I smiled at her. I leaned down to her ear seductively and licked the shell.
"Well then, let me calm your nerves" I purred, pressing my lips to her flesh. I placed kisses all around her neck and shoulders and pressed two more at the tops of her breast. She gasped lightly and I smiled at her as I realized she continued to slowly pulled my pants off. Now, I was just left in boxers, my cock making a tent out of them. She saw this and giggled at it's length.
"The things you do to me" I growled and she blushed. I pulled her on top of me and kissed her. She deepened the kiss, pressing herself into me with a newly found confidence I found extremely sexy. I groaned and uncontrollably ground my hips into hers. The pleasure shot through both of us, a strangle moaned coming out of her mouth and a growl coming out of mine. I did it again, this time her hips grinding with mine, increasing the pleasure. She broke away from the kiss and threw her head back, moaning. I took the open opportunity and attacked her open neck furiously, my erection extremely painful. I slowly moved my hands up her back and unhooked her bra, throwing it carelessly on the floor. I stared at her mounds, watching the nipples harden as the hair hit them. I bit my lip, and Clare blushed. I slowly moved towards them, engulfing one in my mouth. The feeling was incredible. I moaned against her breast as she panted above me. I swirled my tongue around her nipple, saving the beautiful taste of it. I nibbled on her nipple gently and she moaned, running her fingers through my hair.
My hands trailed down her waist and I slowly took off her panties, exposing her. She blushed, looking out the window. I smiled and pulled her face back towards me, pressing my lips to hers. Her hands traced the outline of my boxers and suddenly, they were off, laying on the floor next to her forgotten bra. I ran my eyes over her body, burning the image in my head. I trailed my eyes back to her face and my heart stopped. She looked so perfect. So...angelic. I stared at her, mesmerizing her every feature.
"W-what?" she stuttered. I smiled at her, kissing the side of her face.
"I can't believe you're all mine..." I whispered to her and then groaned, my lengthy erection brushing against the inside of her thigh. She smiled at me, and pressed her lips against mine.
"Eli, I'm ready" she whispered, her eyes shining. I looked at her, making sure and she nodded. I wrapped my arms around her waist and aligned my cock with her dripping whole. I shuddered at the sight and slowly started to push into her. She wrapped her hands around my shoulders, squeezing. I felt her resistance and gave her a warning glance. She nodded again and I broke through her wall. She squeaked in pain, a tear rolling down her face. I felt her hold stretch to fit me and I groaned as she whimpered in pain. I kissed her tears away, then kissed her lips trying to reassure that I loved her.
"I'm sorry" I told her, frowning. She shook her head, her eyes still tightly closed. I didn't move, didn't budge, until I knew for sure she was okay. Her breathing slowed and her eyes slowly opened. She stared at me, and smiled nodding. I pulled out and thrust back into her, my face twisting in pleasure. She gasp loudly, and I repeated the action, each thrust harder. Each thrust deeper. As I continued my hard thrust her moans increased in pitch and frequency. I grunted many time, the feeling of her engulfing me. She felt amazing. She was so tight, squeezing pleasure into me. She relaxed even more and wrapped her legs around my waist, pushing me farther into her. She moaned loudly as I increased my thrust to a faster, steady beat. Her lips traced my jawline and neck as her hands left a warm sensation as she traced them across my back. Every now and then she would scratch my back lightly, and I would groan in sheer pleasure. My thrust soon became erratic, pulling us into a world of pleasure and pure bliss.
I collapsed on top of her, my breathing uneven. She wrapped her arms around my waist, pulling me closer. I snuggled my head into the crook of her neck, pressing light kisses. Once our breathing slowed and returned to normal, I ran my hands up and down her arms leaving goosebumps.
"God, Clare. I love you" I whispered. She giggled and I smiled.
"Hmm, I love you too" she whispered. "I never asked you today, have I?" she asked, suddenly after a moment of silence.
"Ask me what, my dear?" I told her. She smiled at my use of the word 'dear'.
"How was your day today?" she asked, her voice light. I laughed loudly, the sound bouncing around the room.
"Amazing. Great. Perfect. Heart-stopping. Awesome. Wonderful. Blissful. Happy" I continued listing off words describing my day, and then Clare laughed, her face bright red.
"Okay! I can tell you had a good day" she giggled.
"And how was your day?" I asked her, a smirk forming on my face. She play-glared at me.
"Must we go through this again?" she asked, her voice teasing. I laughed.
"I guess not" I teased back. She laughed and we cuddled closer against each other.
An hour and 2 glasses of lemonade later, she looked up at me. She smiled, her eyes smiling with her and brushed my bangs away from my face.
"What now?" she asked, her voice soft. I knew what she meant. What now, as in what will we do for the rest of our lives. But I loved teasing her and I just couldn't pass up this moment.
"Well...we could have mind-blowing sex again?" I winked at her and she laughed as I rolled myself back on top of her.
"I guess that could work..." she whispered and then I trusted into her, my smirk edged into my face.
"I love you" I whispered as I continued to thrust. She smiled, her face contorting in pleasure.
"I love you too, Eli" she whispered back. "So much"
Um...The End?
Ha-ha! I don't know if this is where I want to end it... So...what do YOU guys think I should do, hmm? I kinda have another chapter floating around...or maybe I'll do a side story to it. If I do do a side story, It would probably be about 10 years from now. Clare would already have been crowned the new Queen—with Eli as her King—and it would probably just be about...well yeah! Hah. (:
Reviews? Feedback?