Later that evening, after the shopping had been bought and put away, after food had been cooked and eaten, Connor and Imogen were curled up together, watching what was left of a film, Imogen's grandparents asleep on the sofa. Connor looked to Imogen, whispering in her ear; "Give me a few minutes, I have one last surprise for you."
Imogen gave a slight look of confusion, but got up anyway to allow him to stand.
While she started to quietly tidy up, Connor made a quick exit to the bedroom.
After ten minutes he approached Imogen who was just finishing the washing up, and he put his hands around her waist, hugging her close from behind and he gently kissed her neck, his lips gently brushing where her scar lay.
Imogen closed her eyes and relaxed against him, a gentle giggle escaping her lips. She reached for the towel and dried her hands, then turned to face him, her hands on the back of his neck as she drew him in for a kiss.
They stayed there for a few moments, and then Connor stepped back, turning her around again and put his hands over her eyes, gently guiding her around to the bedroom. "Keep your eyes closed."
"They are." She giggled softly.
Connor lead her into the bedroom, took his hands away and closed the door quietly behind him. "Open."
Imogen slowly opened her eyes and let out an audible gasp as her eyes scanned the room, which now took on a romantic feel to it. She couldn't tell what had been done, save for the candles dotted around the room and the lamp dimmed just right for the armosphere. She turned to face him, a question on her lips that was silenced by a kiss. She let out a contented sigh as her arms were around his neck again, pulling him closer.
Connor wrapped his arms around her again, he was going to make the most of the weekend with his beautiful love of his life.
Imogen pulled him with her as they slowly meandered over to the bed, and she landed on the mattress with a soft 'thump' as they collapsed on to the bed, Connor on top of her but conscious of keeping his full weight off her so he didn't squash her.
Connor pulled away from the kiss and looked down at her with a smile, his eyes matching hers in a look full of love, adoration and a feeling of safety. "You're beautiful." He breathed, his fingers gently playing with her dark curls.
Imogen smiled softly, shifting a little beneath him. "I feel it when I'm with you." She whispered.
It was as their first night together should have been. While they were gentle to each other, while they did it out of love, in Imogen's mind, that first time felt rushed. Their wedding night was perfect, and if she had to make the comparison, this night and then would have drawn.
Connor had been gentle, his kisses soft, his touch barely even there as though she were made of glass, and to him she was. She was the most precious thing in the world to him, and he knew then that there was only ever going to be one person that took her place, even though she would still be precious to him.
When Imogen woke that morning, she found herself curled up in the arms of the man who had made love to her countless times, the man who had made it as special the night before as their wedding night. And she smiled, happy and content with her life, and she was sure now she would be able to deal with her temporary separation better now.