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They end up getting married on an old houseboat because it's simple and mainly because it was available to them via one of Jem's friends. Though when the offer to borrow the boat came up, Jem just decided to feign interest for a weekend away with Faith, and maybe some engagement photo's that their parents have been hounding for.

They pack up their things and drive down two hours to the old town of Lunenburg on reading week.

It's March, it's cold and grey, but it will be their day.

The boat is old but in good condition and looks like something that should belong in an old cartoon, and show Popeye.

They dress in the bedroom, stealing glances and kisses as he does up the buttons on the back of her mother's dress that still fit her, not quite white these days, but more a cream colour. Well, Jem is in the only suit he Owen that he usually wore for interviews.

She brushes out her hair, braiding the top half into a loose fishtail braid back from her face and pins little flowers into it, fiddling until Jem's cellphone rings and he goes to greet the justice of the piece.

"We were told to give you this," Jem says cheerfully. "We'll keep this short and sweet, we know it's not the warmest day."

"Ready spaghetti?" He calls out.

"Really Jem?" Faith says shaking her and ducking out of the small bedroom and smiling at the strangers and apparently a photographer. Who clicks her camera at the opportune time.

They said their vows in front of the justice of the peace and two strangers, holding hands and exchanging rings.

Afterwards, they take more photos, the ocean in the background, and the sea breeze on their faces as they both grinned at each other, pretending to say cheese and making goofy faces for the camera.

They walk around the old colourful town as well, taking photos and being utterly in love until their stomachs rumble. Jem discreetly pays the photographer who says she'll have the first round of photos soon enough and that she remembers to not put any up on her site until they have told their parents.

Jem holds her hand as they find a restaurant, forgoing the romantic options, they sit and eat a heart-shaped pizza they were brought when they came in wearing their wedding clothing. Their server snaps a few photos for them, and for the owner who would not believe the story.

Finally, they make it back to the boat,

"Put me down!" Faith shrieks as Jem picks her up. "This isn't even our home."

"Never," Jem laughs deeply and carefully puts her down on the bed. "Jason said he had everything cleaned up for us."

"How kind of him," Faith says, pulling at his tie to kiss him. "I can't believe I am your wife."

"Hmm, wife," Jem hums. "I do like the sound of that, I also believe we missing our first dance?"

"I didn't realize we were having one," Faith says and Jem goes to the cd player in the corner. He hits a few buttons, before hitting play. He quickly pulls her into his arms and the familiar sound of country music comes across the speaker.

They sway to the music, laughing as one of them stumbles or steps on the other foot.

And the way she thinks sometimes

Out of nowhere, she blows my mind

She makes me laugh and makes me dream

I love the way she looks at things

A little piece of heaven God gave to this world

She might think she's just an ordinary girl

"We'll need a lesson one day, when our parents make us have a wedding," Faith tells him.

"Well we'll have lots of time practice," Jem says trying to twirl her. Before pulling her close and whispering along to the lyrics.

But you can't hide beautiful

You can't hide wonderful

There's nothing that she has to do

It just comes natural

She makes it look easy

I love what she does to me

No way to disguise

The way that she shines

You can't hide beautiful, oh no

"I love that song," Faith says looking at him.

"I know, and It reminded me of you every time you played it," Jem says as the next tracks go into play.

"Did you make a CD?" Faith asks him at Keane's Somewhere Only We Know begins to play.

"Possibly," Jem says his ears going red and Faith smiles and kisses him. Swaying to the music with her head on his chest. They do this for another two songs, Howie Day's Collide and then one she doesn't quite know.

"Help me out of this dress?" She asks him and he nods his head as she turns around so he can help her. Instead at first, he nibbles on her shoulder as she rolls her eyes at him. "The faster you undo them, the faster I am naked."

She feels him start to undo the buttons down the back of the old dress, white, lace with the distinct looks of the late 70s and early 80s. Soft and romantic, not crazy and since Faith was taller than her mother it sat just at her ankles. She steps out of the dress, and he moves to pick it up and place it out of the way.

"I hope one day our daughters can wear that dress," He says with a smile.

"Daughters huh?" Faith looks at him in her white boy shorts, and garters because the dress didn't work well with today's bra. "How many are you planning on having?"

"Oh just a handful or so," he grins at her. "And a couple of boys that they can keep in line for us."

"And who is having all these children?" Faith looks at him pulling his tie loose for him. "Because I figured, two ovaries, two children max."

"Fair enough, but not until we're at least twenty-eight or thirty." Jem says, "I'll just enjoy the thought of seeing you pregnant one day. Though twins do run in the family."

"Twins run on the maternal side of the family, while you can carry the genetics for it and pass it on. The chances of us ever having twins are slim as any." Faith reminds him, hand undoing his belt this time. "I would have thought you learned that by now?"

"I have," Jem says grinning. "Just making sure your knowledge is up to par?"

"Oh we are playing this game are we?" Faith says raising her eyebrow, handing running over the crotch of his hands causing him to groan and his hips buck lightly. "Didn't I win last time?"

"You always win," Jem says, his voice cracking slightly. The boat rocks enough that it catches them both off guard. He quickly sheds the rest of his clothing and pulls down on the bed, tumbling slightly with a laugh before kissing her deeply.

There is little hurry in their lovemaking, hands trail and tract over each others bodies. Sending shivers and moans into the cool of the night, the overhead light flickers as it swings with the motion of the boat.

Kisses down her neck and over her breasts, teasing and nipping lightly as her body slowly ignites that ever-burning fire. Their hands entwined, always one together at this moment it felt like. The matching plain gold bands are simple much like themselves. Nothing distracting and easily worn for clinical rotations that still made up their lives.

Her hips cradled his, pulling him into her body over and over again. Now he wasn't sure who was rocking the boat, them or the wind on the water.

Fingers entwined, their bodies are close as possible. It isn't very often their orgasms match up. Mostly because he usually makes it his mission to give her one before he even thinks about his own, but today the steady hum around them makes things intensify.

"I love you," he whispers in her ear.

How many times has he whispered it to her since they admitted it?

"I love you too," she replies against his hips. Her ring hand caressed the side of his face, brushing back his ruddy red curls.

He watches her sleep, for the longest time afterwards.

He goes to the washroom, picking up the jacket of his suit, feeling a crinkle of paper. He pulls it out and goes to the bathroom for light and sees Faith's delicate handwriting and his name on it.

Jem

But as he opened it was a typed-up piece of paper. Dated last summer.

We met not long after my mother died. I was twelve and he was fourteen. I don't know why we got along but I knew if I needed someone to vent to I could vent to him. Something just drew us together, he was there when I wasn't sure about my stepmother, and he taught me how to dance. He was my first kiss, I was fifteen and worried about boys at a dance or something. It wasn't great, he's gotten better though. We went to his prom together, as friends, dancing stupidly the night away in his rented tux, and some cheap dress I found secondhand.

Then he graduated and I finished high school. Maybe we understood it wasn't our time, two years is a lot and a little at the same time. I was 16 and he was 18

This isn't our first time sleeping together, though the only other time was under the influence of really bad Yager bombs. Reassured that we used protection we went on our separate ways, making verbal plans to talk about it later because we both have class.

We were supposed to meet up, to talk about it. Except there was some sort of miscommunication? We were supposed to meet at our spot on the bridge, but I was running late at work, and it was raining. I waited though, thinking maybe he got held up at his own work.

Neither of us knew how to approach the subject, and it just fell to the side. Friends. Always friends. We could always depend on it. If I needed a date he was there, if he needed a patient to practice on. I was there. It just worked for us.

This assignment was no different, yet wildly different at the same time. Jem knows me better than I know myself in many things. Much like I know him better than himself at times, I was never worried or afraid until now that is.

How could this ruin it?

Okay, he still kisses with a bit too much tongue. But that is a personal preference at best.

Jem is always putting everyone before himself, he will go to great lengths to make someone comfortable, and better he is a gentleman in bed.

This experiment has only cemented what I already knew about James Blythe. He is the kindest, most sincere goofball that I know, and he knows how to give a girl an orgasm.

Most of all

I love him dearly.

Song by Aaron Line- You can't hide Beautiful