Hello all! Once more, we are wrapping up a Crumbsian story but as always, there is another one coming along right behind it, and I cannot tell you how excited I am to about this one! As always thank you to Ariel119, Alex Beckett, tayababy, BabyCastle09, anomalymona and NotJana for being the best bluebird circle in the world!

When the party had died down, and there were only romantic-minded grown-ups left on the beach where they'd spent the night dancing in the sand, Adam and Lindsay stood together on the balcony of the master bedroom, overlooking the ocean with its beautiful sunset; Lindsay spooned against Adam's chest. Her husband, she thought with a happy little shimmer.

'It's so beautiful here,' she murmured, stroking her hand over his and feeling his shiny new wedding ring there. 'Reminds me of the first time we came to this place.'

'That was a big weekend too,' Adam sighed back, breathing deep the scent of his wife's hair. That he could call her that now, his wife, was so overwhelming that Adam felt the tears rush into his eyes and he sniffled a little.

Alarmed, Lindsay turned around; her eyes went wide when she saw him weeping lightly. 'Adam, honey, what is it?'

'It's...I meant it, Lindsay, every letter of it, when I told you today that I was so certain that I would never have a shot at being happy like this. I seriously thought I'd screwed myself up so badly that no one could love me as I was with my past. And you do.'

'Adam.' Lindsay put her hand to his cheek, her lips lightly to his. 'Adam, come with me.'

She took his hand and pulled him into their room, careful to close the doors so as to keep this moment just for themselves. With her hands on his shoulders, she kissed him once more, deepened the kiss.

'This room was a huge first for us too,' she murmured to him. 'Kinda nice to bring it full circle.'

'Indeed, but just wait.' Adam kissed her lightly, then went to the bedside table where the hurricane lamps with their fragrant oil were sitting; he lit them both, giving the room a glowing love-nest feel. He went to the stereo and turned on one of the discs so the light lilting strains of a steel-drum band floated on the air. With the mood set, Adam turned back to Lindsay, took her hands in his. 'I love you so much Lindsay.'

'I love you too.'

Adam lifted his hands, trembling with nerves, to her shoulders, toyed with the strap of her dress; Lindsay closed her eyes as his hand fell away from her shoulder to her hip, pulling her close. The feel of his arousal beneath his clothes, against her body no longer frightened her, but aroused her as well, made her want to get him out of his clothes as much as he wanted her the same way. When he tugged down the zipper of her dress, slid the fabric away from her body so she was just in her wedding dress lingerie in front of him, she let her eyes go heavy for him.

'Oh wow, Lindsay.' Adam's eyes fixed on the sparkly little doo-dad piercing her navel. 'You got a belly ring and the decoration is wedding bells. That is just so us. And it is too, too hot that's the only thing you'll be wearing along with your wedding rings in a few minutes.'

'Now it's my turn,' she murmured, and slowly flipped open the buttons of his shirt, smoothing her hands over his chest. The fabric had barely hit the floor before she was reaching for the snap of his pants, drawing down the zipper. That he was just as hot as she was right now no longer embarrassed or frightened her. There was nothing there except pure love, and lust for her husband's body.

Adam closed his eyes as she shoved at his pants, his boxers, down his hips until they too were on the floor and he was pulling her close once more. She was so beautiful, his warrior woman; he led her over to the bed and sat on the edge, stroking his hands up and down her sides.

'Lindsay Angela,' he murmured, 'there is nothing in this world I want more than to make love with you.'

'Same goes, Adam Jarrad,' she murmured back, leaning in to kiss him, then leaning into his body to stretch them out on the bed. She closed her eyes as he rolled them so Lindsay lay on her back beneath him. She brushed her hand over his brow, combing her fingers through his thick brown hair. Then her eyes were sinking shut as he kissed her, his hands moving everywhere over her body, her breasts, her stomach, her hips. He tugged down the second garter she'd slipped onto her right thigh, watched her head roll back as he smoothed his hands down her legs. Then he was tugging her panties down and she let them fall open, a silent welcome for him. Her hips arched against his body when he lowered himself on top of her.

'My love,' Adam murmured to her, gritting his teeth so he wouldn't plunge himself inside her then and there. He needed to show her that there was so much more. He closed his mouth over hers, rubbing the pad of his thumb over her nipple; he groaned when he felt the heat rise from where he pressed so intimately against her. Angling his head, he rolled his tongue where his thumb had been, making her cry out in delight for him.

'God, Adam,' she moaned, nearly weeping at how good he made her feel, how sexy she felt with him for herself. She'd never thought after everything she'd been through, she'd ever be able to have sex again, nevermind this kind of tender intimacy and certainly not on her wedding night with her husband. With her palms damp from desire for him, Lindsay kneaded the flesh of his shoulders.

'Adam, use your mouth on me.'

'Yes.'

He nodded, kissing her lips and making a trail down the centre of her body until he found her, warm and wet and wanting him. He kissed the hollow of her thigh, them dragged his tongue over her honeypot; the shockwave it sent through her body had her hips bucking up, then slamming into the bed as she fought to set a rhythm. Her fine-boned hands found their way from his shoulders to his head, where they twisted through his hair to keep him where he was as she set the pace, each arching pass making her moan a little more each time until she was exploding beneath him. Adam closed his eyes and drank every ounce of her in - the scent, the taste, the feel of her as she all but screamed his name in dark delight.

When she steadied once more, Adam rose up to his knees to reach for one of the condoms on the bedside table, then let his hand drop to leave it where it was.

'Lindsay,' he started and Lindsay put her finger to his lips.

'No, Adam, I know. Just you and me this time.'

'Yes, my love.' He stretched himself out once more on Lindsay's lush body, his angels fitting against her curves. He looked at Lindsay's face, saw the love there and more importantly the trust. He brushed his lips over hers and keeping his eyes on her face, took her hand so he guided it down between their bodies and closed her fingers over the hardened length of him.

'Lindsay,' he murmured, and with her lips curving into a soft, feminine smile, she angles her hips and slipped him inside, slowly, inch by glorious inch, then let her hand fall away as she arched against him, then retreated, setting the rhythm for them both.

Adam gritted his teeth as he tried to keep it together. God, she was so hot, so ready for his body, but he knew her heart need his patience this first time as husband and wife. He wanted to take her, wanted to give her the animalistic pleasure he'd dreamed about since their first kiss and had given her before, but he knew she needed more than that right now.

She needed his love.

So he kept his eyes on hers, lowering his mouth to hers and murmuring in her ear, 'You feel so good, Lindsay, you're so wet for me, my love, don't stop.'

'No, I won't stop,' she replied, as sensations unlike any she'd ever felt before. Lindsay arched her back as her hips rocked and she took his hand, closed it over her breast with hers on top; she was letting him know this was more than okay, she really liked it and wanted more. 'More, Adam,' she pleaded, 'you can go faster. I want you to go faster.'

'Like this?'

Adam caught her knee with his hand, nudged it towards her chest so she was even more open for him and his pistoned his hips against her, going a little faster, a little faster with each pass so that she cried out again and again until it was a single elongated syllable of release. The feel of her clenching around him, shuddering beneath his touch made Adam finally lose control and he buried his face at her throat and emptied himself inside her.

They lay in the middle of the bed, still tangled together on top of the wrinkled sheets with the sound of steel drums on the air, Adam still steeped deep inside her. Lindsay stroked his hair gently as he nestled his head against her breasts, trying not to smile a big goofy smile.

'Adam?'

'Mm.'

'Adam.'

'No, I'm cozy.'

Lindsay giggled. 'I was just going to say, shouldn't you deal with the condom?'

'We didn't use one, remember?'

'Oh yeah.' She stopped stroking his hair, then gave a little shrug. 'Well, if we did accidentally make a baby tonight, then that's the only way I coudl be happier than I am right now.'

'Really?'

'Really, really.'

Adam looked at her. 'I love you, Linds.'

'I love you too, Adam.'