AN: Yikes! This took a little longer than I anticipated to get up! The next couple of chapters will be present based. I hope you you all enjoy! ALSO: Any readers who don't like mature content... viewer discretion is advised:)).

~Present~

Donna let the warm, early summer breeze blow her blonde curly hair into the air as she watched Sophie and Sky's boat get smaller and smaller. She breathed in deeply as she so often did to clear her head, or in this case to wrap her mind around the scenario. Her toes dug into the sand and curled around it and she kept on breathing in the warm, salty air. She'd be lieing if she said she could believe the events of what had happened over the past five hours. She couldn't. She wondered if she ever would be able to.

She sat down in the soft sand and planted her hands in it as well. Sophie hadn't gotten married. Why? Because Sophie decided she wanted to wait...thank god. There was still a wedding, though. Her wedding.

A huge, goofy smile immediately made itself apparent on Donna's face and she looked like a silly school girl as she glanced down at the band on her left ring finger. Married. Donna Sheridan was married...to Sam Carmichael. The man who she fell in love with nearly 21 years ago, who she hadn't seen for nearly 17, and who she'd hopefully never have to be apart from again. She kept on messing with her ring, "Mrs. Carmichael," she whispered to herself, positive no one was around. She held her left hand up to the sky still analyzing the whole situation, "God, I really do love the sound of that," she said to herself.

"I'm positive I love it even more," a low voice said from behind. Donna jumped up only to be met by the gorgeous, blue eyed gaze of her beautiful husband. "Sorry, Mrs. Carmichael. Did I disturb you?" he asked teasingly as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

Donna gave a sexy laugh, "Oh goodness, no. Although, you better hope my husband doesn't catch us." she said as she snaked her arms around his neck. She leaned her forehead against his and gave him a wicked smile.

Sam leaned in to kiss her and at the last second she turned her head so he kissed her cheek. Donna let out a giggle as Sam's jaw mockingly dropped, "You little minx," he joked, pretending to be appalled.

"I'm sorry, sir. Please don't take this the wrong way...you're extremely tempting," she began whispering seductively as she once again wrapped her arms around his neck. She made her way to his neck and planted hot, wet kisses and Sam's breath hitched in the back of his throat. She continued to plant slow kisses across his jaw as both of their heart rates spead up during the build up. She stopped. "My my Mr. Carmichael, the things you do to me...I swear" she whispered in his ear sexily as she messed with one of the first buttons on his shirt. She began to start the kisses again, and she knew she was driving him wild due to the growing bulge in his pants she could feel against her. She smirked. She began making her way to his lips and stopped, Sam let out a groan of disapproval. "But I simply mustn't..." she said innocently, "What would my husband think of me? I could never..." she finished.

Sam slowly shook his head at his new bride who still was pretending to be very serious. He was positive if she ever got bored of the hotel, she could make a living out of acting in a split second. He grabbed his wife's lower back and pulled her to him as she let out a soft gasp of surprise. He carressed her well defined cheek bone with his thumb before going over it with his own hot kisses. It was her turn to feel his pain. He stopped before reaching her lips, both of them already in ragged breathing. "Mrs. Carmichael, I promise you he'll understand." he said very seriously, burning his gaze into her breathtaking green eyes.

She looked at him unconvinced as she ran her hands up and down his torso before she made them around to his back and kept them there. She began to lean in to kiss the love of her life and as she felt his hot breath tickling her skin she stopped, centimeters...no...millimeters away from each other. She stepped back a few steps and took in the very turned on and frustrated man before her and pursed her lips. "Hmmm..." she said as she brought her finger to rest on her cheek, " are you su-" she was cut off as Sam couldn't take anymore.

He lurched for her hungrily and took her face into his hands before crashing his lips down onto hers. She waisted no time and returned the kiss, so relieved to finally feel his lips on hers again. Their mouths moved together making up for so many years lost. His tongue slid across her bottom lip, begging for entrance. She willingly obliged by opening her mouth slightly to let him in as their tongues battled in the heated kiss. Donna brought her arms to rest around Sam's neck and he grabbed her backside to lift her up. She let out a small squeal into his mouth and wrapped her legs around his waist. He lightly laughed as he teasingly bit her bottom lip and stopped the kiss as Donna let out a sigh of disappointment. "I promise," he said out of breath. He began kissing her neck fervently as she let out a small moan of pleasure which told him his gestures were appreciated. She began to undo the buttons on his shirt quite urgently which caused Sam to stop. "No...no..." he whispered as he put her down lightly and saw the disappointment all across her face.

Donna knew it. He knew he'd regret doing this, she just wondered how long it would take him to realize he'd made a huge mistake. She nodded understandingly and released herself from his embrace before quietly mumbling, "I'm so sorry". She began to take off.

Sam immediately grabbed her arm and spun her into him, "No, darling you did everything ABSOLUTELY perfectly. Donna? What is it? What's wrong, sweetheart?" he asked noticing the tears in her eyes as he wiped them away with his thumb.

"Wait...so you're not leaving?" Donna sniffed when her heart rate slowed down as she realized Sam wasn't running for the hills...yet.

"WHAT?! Donna, what the hell are you talking about?" Sam asked completely confused. Then it hit him. The way she shrugged her shoulders in when she was insecure, her look of heartbreak when he'd said 'no', and the way she tried to get away. He immediately lifted her chin to him, picked her up off of her feet, and kissed her passionately, spinning her around and hopefully erasing any doubt that he would ever leave her in any lifetime . His lips melted into hers as his tender loving kiss came to an end and he put her back down on the ground, but did not release his grip. "Donna...no sorry... Mrs. Donna CARMICHAEL..." he began which earned him a soft chuckle from Donna. " I would never EVER leave you. Ever. I've loved you ever since my eyes locked with your gorgeous green ones as I nearly ran into you with my motorcycle, sopping wet, with your clothes ruined in the rain, and you still looked enchanting" he laughed. "Not a day ever went by where I didn't think of or wish I was with you. Not even on my wedding night when I called your name instead of Lorraine's," he admitted guiltily to her.

Those last words really hit it home for Donna as she looked up into his angel eyes; it showed how he had always wanted her, the circumstance didn't matter, "y-y-you did what?!" she asked completely shocked and unaware of the effect she had on him for the past two decades.

He smiled and shook his head at her, " When the twins were born...Dylan and Chris...I couldn't help but desperately ache for YOU to be their mother and NOT Lorraine. Even if I'd never see you again I couldn't be married to her for long, because it was unfair to her when I was so desperately and completely in love with you. We were married for seven years before we called it off and got a divorce. Even when I was divorced, no one matched up to you, darling. My co workers could set me up on a date here or there and I HATED them, because they didn't rock the ridiculous jumpsuits like you did, or they couldn't belt out anything their heart desires like you could, or they didn't have the spit fire personality that you did, or your gorgeous hair that compliments your sun kissed skin," he said as he began to give her butterfly kisses across her collar bone getting carried away. He left a trail of kisses across her upper chest as he gently sunk lower towards her cleavage, leaving a trail of fire behind him.

Donna closed her eyes at the sensation, it'd been far too long. Nearly 17 years too long. She gasped as she realized Sam had reach the top of her breasts as she let out a small moan. Sam smirked against her skin as she pulled his head up to be level with hers. Tears welled up in her eyes as she saw the immense love and devotion his reflected for her. "Oh, Sam...I'm sorry it's just...because of when you left to get in engaged and then, oh god New York a few years after I-I" Sam silenced her by tenderly placing his finger upon her lips.

"Donna Carmichael, if I was able to catch you on New York that final day, we would've been married for the better part of 16 years by now" he reassured her matter-of-factly. She nodded knowingly at his comment. No one knew about New York and she felt a pang of guilt begin to grow in her stomach, but she wasn't going to go and tackle that, not tonight anyway. "Sweetheart, the reason I said 'no' a few moments ago was because it's been so long and I want to do this properly. This is your wedding night after all," he reminded her seductively.

Donna smirked at his last comment. Oh shit... a whole new anxiety started to fill Donna. She hadn't been with Sam in over 20 years, well actually nearly 17, but it didn't matter! What if he didn't find her attractive anymore and ran for the hills! After having children, Donna didn't feel like she looked the same. Plus, in your 40's things look different than they do in your 30's and especially in your 20's. Her head started spinning and her stomach started churning. She swallowed all of her anxiety down momentarily in order to respond, "Our wedding night, Mr. Carmichael. Unless, you want to be left out of the fun...I can go solo," she teased equally as seductive. Sam shook his head 'no' very quickly which caused Donna to let out a dirty laugh. "Good..." she whispered before giving his hand a kiss and letting it go, "then I'll see you in an hour," she winked at her husband and darted across the beach towards the steps. She needed 'a little repair and renovation' as Tanya called it. She needed her Dynamos.

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Donna burst through her best friends' hotel room quite briefly after leaving Sam, "Wha? Donna?! What the fuck are you doing here?" Rosie asked, thinking her best friend would be having her way with her very handsome husband right about now. "Turn around and go get LAID!" Rosie commanded sternly, attempting to push Donna out the door.

Tanya came into the room in her robe fresh from a shower, "Sheridan, what the fuck?!" Tanya yelled seeing her bestfriend in her hotel room instead of being gloriously banged by her hot new husband.

"Exactly what I said!" Rosie exclaimed as she stopped her failing attempt of pushing Donna out. "You better have a damn good reason to be in here rather than with that gorgeous specimen you get to call your husband," Rosie warned. Donna threw herself onto the bed and looked up at the ceiling.

"Oh god...", Tanya said. "Donna, honey..." Donna looked up at her Dynamo quizzically, "are the soldiers working done there for him? Are there problems with the cannon?" Tanya asked half joking and half serious.

Donna sat up and let out a laugh "Oh god... NO. Well honestly, I hope not. I don't know. I wouldn't think so anyway. Ok right...I need help" she said desperately to her Dynamos. They both looked at her wide eyed in shock, then each other, and then back at her. They said nothing. "Oh come on PLEASE! I just don't want him to be disappointed when he sees me, you know...what if he doesn't like it?" she asked worriedly.

"Oh good grief, Pet Pissy. I thought you wanted us to help you with the physical part," Rosie laughed and raised her eyebrows suggestively.

Tanya let out a relieved laugh, "Yeah, me too!" she added as she got up to pour some champagne for the three of them. "But, of course we'll help you, Sheridan- or should I say Carmichael now" she gave a big smile to her best friend who in favor, just returned it as they all had a mini squeal session.

"OH MY GOD I KNOW IM MARRIED!" Donna screamed. They gave girly screams in return and all clinked their champagne and downed it together. "AND IM FINALLY GONNA GET LAID!" they all cheered again and downed another small glass of champagne. "BY MY FUCKING GORGEOUS HUSBAND WHO IS FUCKING SAM CARMICHAEL!" she finished as they all started squealing like they were teenagers again.

"AND BETTER YET: YOUR HUSBAND IS ACTUALLY SOMEONE YOU LOVE!" Tanya joked, making fun of herself and her three previous failed marriages. Donna and Rosie both let out a big laugh as they all eventually calmed down while the alcohol took effect to help loosen things up. "What were we talking about?" Tanya asked. Silence fell upon all of them.

"Oh yeah! We're getting Sheridan sluttied up!" Rosie remembered. "Okay, Tanya go get your curling iron and the makeup we used on her last night." Tanya sprinted into the bathroom to retrieve the items needed. "And hurry! I still have to meet Bill in an hour at his boat!" Rosie yelled to Tanya.

Donna gave her friend a high five, "Damn, Red. Who would've though it'd be us getting laid after all these years, instead of Cleopatra?" she teased to her best friend. Tanya re entered the room and hit Donna on the head, "Ouch!" she yelped and stuck her tongue out at her bestfriend. "You're just jealous, Donkey Testicles," Donna fired back. Tanya rolled her eyes, but she wasn't jealous, she was pretty damn grateful her girls were finally getting what they well deserved.

"Geez, both of you shady ladies are getting action tonight. Good. You both need it because you look like hell," Tanya teased as she plugged the curling iron up and got out the makeup. "Sheridan, what are you gonna wear?" Tanya asked as she started taking pieces of her bestfriend's hair and curling them into sexy waves. The moment was just all too perfect for the girls and it took them back to the good 'ole days, when they would all do each other's makeup and hair and help each other fit into those suffocating jumpsuits.

Donna pondered her friends question for a moment. "I don't know..." she said puzzled. Then it hit her. "Rosie go look for a box on the top shelf of the closet over there," she requested as she watched Rosie clumsily retrieve the box after a few good jumps. Rosie handed the box to Donna and she opened it to reveal a black lace thong, push up bra, and silk robe with lace trimmings. "It's not much or anything to fancy, but I bought it a couple years ago, because I damn felt like it. I wore it a couple times just to feel sexy and then I guess I moved some stuff around and it got stuck in here," she shrugged and put the items back in the box.

"Damnit Sheridan, put that little number on and we won't be seeing you till next year. Especially after we're done with you," Tanya stated excitedly as she was going through her friend's hair with expert speed.

Donna smiled excitedly, "Really? So you don't think it's too simple or anything?" Donna asked nervously. Rosie started on Donna's makeup which had been washed off when the pipe exploded.

"Hell, no. It'll be perfect! It's just enough without too much for your wedding night." Rosie declared sensibly. She redid a little foundation for Donna and barely anything else on her face since her natural cheekbones took care of the rest. She added some dark shimmery eyeshadow, black eyeliner and mascara, a little dark lipstick and she was ready to go. The Dynamos all felt a tad disappointed that their girl time had come to an end, but they were all to excited for what was very soon in store. Tanya finished Donna's hair right after Rosie was done, fluffed it up, and let her look in the mirror.

"Holy shit...I wanna fuck me right now," Donna joked as she took in her big waves and the expert, yet subtle, make up Rosie had done. Her best friends squealed in excitement. They shoved the box with her 'clothes' in them and stared pushing her out the door.

"GO FUCKING GET IT SHERIDAN!" they yelled together. "AND DONT COME BACK TILL YOU CANT WALK!" Tanya added as Rosie howled with laughter before shoving her out the door and quickly pushed it closed. Donna walked out of the hallway and made her way to the villa where Sam would be...

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Donna stood in front of the door to her and Sam's bedroom. Her heart was racing...oh god what if he hates it? Well, there was really only one way to find out. She grabbed the door knob and opened the door without giving it much thought, and immediately regretted it when she did so. But, then she saw him. The look he gave her was one of pure adoration and it made her knees go weak. Then, she looked around the room and was deeply touched. Sam had lit the room with candles to give off a gorgeous lighting, and the floor was covered in rose petals as champagne sat in a bucket on her dresser. He had changed the bedding to the soft and silky sheets, which he no doubt had to go and ask Eddie for in storage. It was all so thoughtful and she gave a small smile as her nerves were still getting the better of her.

"Hi," he said softly as he stood up from sitting on the bed and made his way to her. His eyes widened as he took in her appearance more. She looked breathtaking, well she always did to him, but the way the candle light hit her skin, with her makeup that accentuated her beautiful eyes, and how her dress still clung to her in all the right places from the pipe burst earlier. She was perfect. She always had been to him really, and he'd had 21 years to dwell on the mistake he had made.

"Hey yourself" she shakily as she looked down at the floor. She ran her hands up and down his arms once he reached her and took a shaky breath before smiling up at him. She felt his hand tenderly cup her cheek as she leaned her head into his hand and closed her eyes. She felt him place a warm, delicate kiss on her forehead that helped release a small bit of the tension within her. "This is beautiful, Sam. Thankyou," she said sincerely.

He smiled and slowly nodded, "Anything for my girl," he responded genuinely. He pushed her hair away slightly, "Mrs. Carmichael?" he asked lightly, Donna turned and looked at him with big eyes, "did you know how absolutely heart-stopping you look tonight?" he questioned. She meekly looked down and shook her head no. He wrapped one arm around his waist as his other went to hold her face in his hand. "Donna?" he asked millimeters away from her face, "are you nervous?" he asked somewhat anxiously.

Oh god, there it was. She couldn't lie to her new husband. Her face became red and she quickly shook her head yes, "of course I'm nervous, Sam. My god the last person I was with was well...you! And that was over 16 years ago and things change, you know. Bodies change. A lot. And I just don't want you sprinting back to New York when you find out I don't look anything like I used to. So I'm just...I'm warning in advance," she explained, realizing it felt a little better to get everything out in the open.

Sam let out a loud, short burst of laughter before unsuccessfully covering it up with a cough. The look his wife was giving him led him to believe she found no humor in this: her hands were on her hips and her eyebrows were arched. Little did she know she was turning him on all the more as the bulge in his pants grew once more. "Right..." he started, snaking his arms back around her waist. "...Darling, I promise you, even if you weren't attractive underneath this, which I can already see is not the case" he teased, peering down the V-neck of her dress, which earned him a playful slap from Donna. "...I'd still love you. God, sweetheart just look what your doing to me right now. And you're still fully dressed!" he expressed and brought her hand to his crotch so she could feel the growing desire he had for her. He realized he'd put her a bit at eyes when she softly smiled and bit her lip.

"God...I love you," she said and put her lips on his, instantly tasting the scotch he'd undoubtedly drank earlier to take the edge off. She couldn't blame him. He bit her bottom lip teasingly and brought the kiss to an end. "I just want this to be perfect," she groaned worriedly.

"It will be, because it's us, Don. There's not a soul I love more in this world and there's not a greater way for me to prove my love to in you, in this moment, other than this. I've waited 20 years to tell you how much I love you, so let me prove it to you, darling," Sam assured her.

Tears welled up in Donna's eyes immediately as her husband's beautiful words sunk in. She brought her forehead to his, "Wait here..." she whispered and kissed his nose before grabbing her box and locking herself in the bathroom. She had no fear anymore, or she wouldn't until she opened that door and Sam would decided for himself if she was still worth it or not. She knew he would though, he had loved her too much for too long...right? Donna expertly put on her matching underwear and robe before checking her appearance in the mirror. She looked down at her high heels she hadn't taken off yet. Damnit...on or off?! She remembered what rosie said about not 'too much' and she agreed with her best friend, she didnt want anything to extravagant to distract from their wedding night. Off. She easily kicked off her shoes and did a double take in the mirror. "Alright Sheridan..." she told herself, and with that she softly opened the door and found her gorgeous husband waiting. He'd taken his jacket and shoes off and had rolled his sleeves up, Donna could already feel her underwear becoming wet.

Sam's breath hitched in his throat as he took in his jaw-dropping wife. Her shirt, black robe had been tied aroun her perfect waist and had clung to her glorious curves. He could see a great deal of cleavage from the top, covered in lace and we wanted nothing more than to shred it all off. Right then and there. He noticed Donna's face began to fall as she was mistaking his silence for a bad thing. "Wow...ahem...wow." he raspily and realized his throat had gone very dry as he had taken in his beautiful wife. "You look...wow..." he coughed out, heading for the champagne to coat his throat.

"Sam? Honey? Are you okay?" Donna asked laughing. She rushed over to him and rubbed his back gently. He nodded eagerly as he downed a full glass of champagne before pouring her one. "Thankyou" she whispered seductively and planted a light kiss on his lips before sipping on the champagne.

"Yeah, I'm uh. Fine. It just got a lot uh...hooter in he- uh I mean hotter in here" he jumbled out on accident, but in his defense he has too busy acknowledging his wife's impressive cleavage.

Donna let out a dirty laugh before finishing her champagne, "Darling, I'm up here," she teased as her husband immediatly realized he'd been caught in the act. "Oh please, you didn't think you were being smooth, did you?! Yikes, maybe you have lost your game. Oh god what have I done?!" she joked.

"I don't have to be smooth about it, sweetheart. In case you've forgotten we're married. Which means I get to admire you day and night anytime I fucking want, because you're finally mine. Took long enough after two decades, don't you think?" he said hotly.

If his intention was to turn Donna on, it sure as hell was working. It was something about the way he had just swore to her that made her weak at the knees. Again. "I don't know..." she pondered cheekily. I could've waited another...you?" she asked teasingly.

He grabbed her around the waist quickly which emitted a small gasp from Donna. "Not a fucking damn chance, Carmichael." There he went with that word again. It was a damn good thing he was holding her, or else she would've fallen over. He softened up. "Truly, Mrs. Carmichael, you're stunning," he remarked.

He began to give her kisses across her chest that left a scorching trail behind them as she let out a pleasant, soft gasp. Sam found the sash in her robe and began to undo the silky knot, at the same time Donna started fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, before just trying to rip them off. He went up her neck, her jaw, and finally, her lips. Their lips fused together as the passion ignited. He could taste the fresh champagne on her tongue and vice verse as their tongues swirled together, battling each other. She kept on ripping the buttons apart until she finally got them all off, at the same time he was able to untie her sash. He easily slid the silky material off of her shoulders and rid himself of his own shirt in the process.

Sam took a few steps back and admired his beautiful wife in her underwear. Despite giving birth and being 20 years older, somehow she managed to look more desirable now than ever. Her impressive curves complimented her toned legs and flat stomach along with her beautiful breasts, which he was still staring at. He looked her in the eye while holding one hand, "You are the most desirable woman to any man, I assure you. Not just me, darling. No...I just happened to be the one you fell in love with, in return. Which I'm eternally gratefully for, you're beautiful now more so than ever," he whispered lovingly to her. "Are you sure you're ready?" he asked tenderly.

Donna gave a small smile at her husband's previous words. Her heart seemed to grow and she somehow loved this man more than ever, which she didn't think was possible. He was willing to wait if she wasn't just ready yet, because it was extremely evident he was comfortable with her body, but if she wasn't, he was not about to be the one to push her. Little did he know she was ready. She was nearly 17 years ready. "I've never been more sure of anything. I promise, Sam" she uttered to take away any doubt he had in his mind.

Sam nodded in response as he cupped her cheek, "We'll take it slow" he reassured. She bit her lip and lightly nodded in anticipation. He once again, pressed his lips to hers and they lost themselves in the passionate kiss. He moved them to the bed where he delicately layed her down. He crawled onto the bed and hovered above her before going down towards her breasts and showering her with light kisses. He reached behind her and unhooked her black lacy bra before throwing it over their heads behind them, which earned a laugh from Donna. He took her left breast into his mouth as Donna gasped. "Oh god Sam..." she moaned. He swirled his tongue slowly around the nipple before repeating his very appreciated gestures to the other breast.

Donna fumbled with his belt buckle, and Sam, sensing her dilemma, helped her out. He quickly relieved himself of his belt and pants so he was left in nothing but his underwear before picking up where he left off by kissing her stomach. Donna ran her hands through his hair as he reached the top of her lacy black material. He smirked against her skin and looked up at her, asking for permission. She smiled and nodded softly. He took the sides of the underwear and slid them down slowly, kissing everywhere the panties were removed from before he tossed those too behind them. He looked deeply at his wife who was now fully naked in front of him, and he was certain the now painful member in his underwear would find itself out on its own. Not before he made it memorable for her. The last man she was with was him nearly 17 years ago, and he wanted to keep it that way. He needed to show her how much he loved her.

Sam began by kissing her inner right thigh, until he reached the top. He then repeated the process to her left thigh before reaching the beginningof her entrance. Donna tossed her head around. She was positive he had no idea how insane he was driving her. Oh, but he knew. He could tell by how ready she was for him. "Sam..." she pleaded quietly. His hot breath was level with her, before he flicked out his tongue and entered her. She moaned loudly, "Oh god...". He repeated his menstrations several times before entering her with one, then two of his fingers as his mouth went to the tiny bundle of nerves right above it.

Donna felt an all too familiar feeling begin to form deep within her. She tossed from side to side as breathing became more and more ragged and the ball of sexual fire grew bigger and more immense within her. She was almost there and her husband wasn't stopping. Sam could feel her walls tightening around his fingers and he upped the pace as her hips bucked against him. He furiously pumped in her once, twice, and a final time as she screamed his name and let wave after wave of her orgasm envelope her. Sam smiled and crawled back up to his wife, seeing her with her eyes closed and her chest rising and falling dramatically. He lightly kissed her lips and Donna returned the kiss; she could taste herself on his lips.

She pulled her head away, "Thankyou, have I told just how much I've missed and loved you?" she whispered sincerely. He smiled and brought his forehead to hers. "My god...that was...wow. I guess you haven't lost it. Damn, Carmichael. " she laughed as Sam laughed with her and began kissing her again.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Carmichael. I'm not done with you, yet" he uttered in between kisses. He felt Donna's hand reach the waistband of his boxer's and slowly inch them down his body.

"Is that a threat, Mr. Carmichael?" Donna asked heatedly. Sam just stared into her gorgeous green eyes, never breaking eye contact with her as she took the underwear far down as she could and he kicked them off.

"Oh no, darling. That's a promise." he rasped sexily. She gave a naughty giggle and wrapped her arms around his neck as he slowly positioned himself above her. "Donna, if you don't wan-" she silenced him with a soft kiss and swiped her tongue across his lower lip and ended it before giving him time to respond. "Alright then, Carmichael." he chuckled as he positioned himself to enter her, "I love you...more than life, so let me show you," he whispered as he looked deeply into her eyes and pushed a piece of stray hair out of her face.

Sam entered her gently as she got used to the incredible sensation and they both moaned out loud in pleasant surprise. Donna opened her eyes to find him still staring at her, "I already know, babe. Make love to me. I need you." she whispered before bringing him in for another light kiss. That was all Sam needed to know as he began to slowly move within her. Donna moaned loudly as he gently sped up the pace, not wanting to rush it too much, "Oh god Sam...".

They took it slow for the first few minutes, as Donna got used to the phenomenal feeling of her husband filling her completely. She raked her fingers across his back as he moved within her. Sam began to move slightly quicker, sensing she was ready. They both were.

Donna took her legs and wrapped them around his waist so he could enter her much deeper as it brought a new level of pleasure to both of them. "My god, Donna..." Sam moaned as he was able to enter her much deeper due to her new position. He began to shower her neck with hot wet kisses, especially near the base of her neck where it drove her wild all those years ago. She tossed her head back as she began to feel the brink of another orgasm under way, and took deep breaths as the feeling was becoming almost too much to bear. She held onto him tighter in hopes it would keep her from coming. Sam wasn't far behind her and knew she was so close as her walls were tightening around him. He gently kissed her forehead before bringing himself to her ear, "Let go, sweetheart. I'm right behind you, I promise" he whispered.

Those words were the words Donna needed to hear as she relaxed and let her climax come as Sam went into her deeper and harder than ever before. Her orgasm flooded through her whole body like nothing she had ever felt before as she moaned out her husband's name. Feeling and hearing his wife reach her relief, pushed Sam to the point of no return as he released deep inside her and called out her name. He brought his forehead to rest against her's as they both tried to catch their breath and come back down from cloud nine.

Donna cupped Sam's face in her hands. "That was amazing," she said, still trying to catch her breath and partially stunned.

Sam kissed the top of her nose, "Oh believe me, darling that was equally as much you as it was me. You were incresible. Seriously, I forgot just how phenomenal you were or else I would've come back here much sooner," he teased.

Donna grabbed the nearest pillow and slammed it across his head at his half-compliment half-joke. "Meh. I could've waited," she joked back.

Sam's eyebrows raised and he immediatly removed himself from her and hopped off the bed as he watched his wife's jaw drop. "Right then..." he said as he began to put his boxers back on. "I'll be in the guest bedroom until you decided you can't wait any longer," he said half heartedly and mockingly shrugged his shoulders.

Donna sat up and shrugged back, "Ok...suit yourself darling," she said nonchalantly and pushed the covers back to reveal the body he was undeniable attracted to. Constantly. She crossed her legs and her arms, which just made her breasts bigger in the grand scheme of things to him.

"Y-y-you know..." he began to stutter and cleared his throat. "I think, that I'll be much more beneficial here actually, instead of the uh...uh..." he lost his train of thought admiring his beautiful wife.

"Guest room?" Donna's finished for him and pulled the covers back up over her body. Sam quickly yanked them back down to reveal her gorgeous body to him and crawled back onto the bed.

"What guest room?" he asked jokingly. She rolled her eyes at him as he wrapped an arm around her. "You're absolutely breathtaking, you know?" he told her admiringly. She just rolled her once again and shuffled deeper into the covers. "Donna, sweetheart honestly..." he said and took her hand upon his chest so he could heel his heart. "Now, not only is that from the mind blowing sex we just had," Donna let out another dirty laugh he found so sexy, "but every time I think of you, see you...especially like this! I swear it skips a beat, because it realizes it was made for you," he finished with a tender kiss to his lips.

Donna rubbed the side of his cheek with her thumb, "Sweetalker," she teased trying not to choke up over every single thing he had just said, like she had done the rest of the night. "Where were all of these declarations back when-" she started jokingly

"They were kept hidden because of a fucking bastard's pride of getting hurt by the only woman he ever truly loved," he said simply.

"Baby, we can't change that. But, we do have each other now. Technically until we die...oh god you better be glad we have mind blowing sex ,Carmichael," she teased snuggling into him.

"Diddo" he winked. He kissed her head and sunk down into the covers with her, "Goodnight, Mrs. Carmichael," he said and blew out the candles on the bedside table.

Donna turned to face him, "Who the hell said anything about sleeping?!"

A/N part 2: I hope you all liked it! Again, I love hearing feedback of what you guys think and suggestions on what you'd like to see!

Love,

Ellie 3