Gohan set the suitcases on the hallway floor, retrieving the key for their hotel suite from his pocket. He opened the door, then swept his new wife into his arms as she grinned at him. He stepped into the room, carrying her to the middle of it and setting her back on her feet once again.

"It's perfect," she smiled.

"Not bad," he agreed, glancing around the room. "I'd better get our bags."

Lindsey was staring at the king-sized bed before her and felt a rush of butterflies. When she'd returned from her training with Goku, she and Gohan had had a long talk and agreed that, in an attempt to make the night more special, they would wait until their wedding night to make love again. This would be her first time to do it sober since she'd been attacked.

The door banged shut and Gohan set their bags on the floor. He walked towards her, feeling a bit nervous himself.

"So, ah, you just wanna go to bed?" he asked, half-joking.

"Jackass," she whispered.

He snorted in laughter.

"I should go in the bathroom," she said, thinking of undressing there but stopped herself at the expression on Gohan's face. "Oh, right," she blinked, "bad idea."

He nodded, narrowing his eyes slightly. They both laughed lightly.

"You nervous?" he asked her, stepping closer, taking her by the waist and pulling her to him.

Her voice came out in a shaky breath. "Yes."

He tipped her chin up to him. "Lins, it's me. Just me. I'm not gonna hurt you."

She nodded and licked her lips, sliding her hands up his arms, reaching up to kiss him softly. He wrapped his arms around her slowly, holding her close. His heart was pounding in his ears as he ran his fingers up the back of her dress, searching for the zipper pull. His hands shook as he found it and slowly pulled it down, never pulling his lips from hers. The zipper stopped and he released it; the dress slid from her body and rustled to the floor. Still kissing her gently, he reached down and picked her up in his arms, walking slowly towards the bed. He set her gently on the bed, leaning over her. Only then did he break the kiss. His black eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of doubt in them. She looked nervous.

"You know I love you," he said softly. "I love you more than I ever thought it was possible to love someone."

She nodded. "I love you, too."

He stood and slid the jacket from his shoulders, dropping it on the floor, and wrenched the tie around his neck away. His eyes roamed over her – the silvery white corset that pinched her curves, the white garter belt that snapped to her stockings, the intricate lace garter on her left thigh. His breathing was shallow as he unbuttoned his shirt and threw it to the floor.

Lindsey drew a deep breath as Gohan's heavily muscled form stood before her. She watched as he dropped to his knees, gently taking her leg in his hand and slid her shoes from her feet, kissing her ankle, her shin, her knee, the front of her thigh… he unsnapped one of the stockings and slid it from her leg, his strong hands then running up the other leg to do the same. Chills ran down her spine and she closed her eyes at his touch.

Gohan ran his hands up her smooth legs, kissing his way along the length of one of them, pausing at her hipbone and slowly exhaling a hot breath over it. She ran her fingers through his hair and goosebumps sprung up on his arms. He crawled over her, kissing her lips again, kicking his shoes off the edge of the bed. He wanted her so bad, but had promised himself to go slow, to make it last, to enjoy every single moment of his first time making love to his wife. No longer his girlfriend or fiancée, but wife. He kissed her jaw, her neck. He slid his arms under her back and sat up on his knees, pulling her with him. She slid her knees under herself, her arms around his shoulders. She broke the kiss, her face close to his as she reached back to loosen the laces of her corset.

He swallowed as he watched the restraining fabric loosen around her torso. Her slender fingers moved to the front, slowly unhooking the busk and dropping the corset to the bed, revealing the soft curves it held. Gohan's hands shook as he placed them on her waist, his touch light as he traced the imprinted lines the steel boning had left on her skin. They paused on her ribs and he met her eyes again, questioning.

"It's okay," she whispered.

His touch firmer now, he slid his hands up to cup the heavy curves as he lowered his face to them, kissing the valley between. She threw her head back, one hand sliding around his side to rest on his back, the other tangled in his dark hair. His right hand moved to hold her between her shoulder blades as he leaned harder against her, bending her back against the bed, her knees still folded underneath her. His left hand went to his belt, unbuckling it and yanking it away with a leathery snap. Gohan turned his face to one side, kissing the curve of her breast, his left hand sliding back up her side and curling over the top of the comforting curve. He slowly kissed along the crest of it, hesitating for a moment over the taught pink flesh, opening his mouth to breathe over her again.

Lindsey hissed at the warm rush of air from his throat and pulled at the back of his neck, encouraging him. There was a comfort growing in her as her husband held her, being so gentle, so cautious as to not harm or frighten her. He lowered his mouth over her and sucked gently, opening his eyes to look up at her, carefully testing her reaction.

"Gohan," she moaned, closing her eyes, leaning her head back and arcing her hips against his stomach.

He closed his eyes again, drawing a deep breath through his nose, and pressed his face harder into the firm swell of her breast, widening his mouth to capture more of her. She was sighing contentedly, squirming slightly beneath him. He pulled back, releasing her, running his tongue over her, then captured the other in his mouth, giving it the same slow, deliberate attention. He wanted to draw it out, to memorize every dip and curve of her body, to explore every inch of it. He could feel the warmth of her body pressing against his lower stomach as she raised her hips slightly against him, the lace brushing against his skin. He kissed her lips again, his hands on her hips, hooking his fingers around the thin strips of lace. He slid them down, stretching them over her knees and began to kiss his way slowly down her body. He pressed his lips against the firm, flat muscles of her lower stomach, breathing in her scent. Her hands trailed up his shoulders to rest in his hair. He kissed her still lower, moving slowly to the inside of her thigh, glancing up at her for reassurance. Her back arched again, hiding her face, but her fingers twisted in his hair and that was all the encouragement he needed. He nuzzled his face against her, his mouth opening to capture her once more.

Lindsey hissed at the warm pull of his mouth, the feel of his tongue sliding over her. His hands slid under the backs of her thighs, his hands wrapping around them, spreading her legs further apart. She groaned and pulled at his hair. He pressed his face harder against her body, his hot mouth alternating between flicking his tongue lazily against her and sucking her gently. Gohan moaned, the vibration from his throat making her gasp.

She tasted so sweet, Gohan felt he could do this for hours. He felt himself harden, but he wasn't worried about that at the moment. His only concern was pleasing her. He slid his right hand under her again, bringing a finger up to beneath his chin, carefully touching her. Slowly, ever so slowly, he slid his fingertip inside her body and she whimpered.

Terrified, Gohan froze and his head snapped up to look at her.

"Don't stop," she begged softly.

He quickly lowered his mouth again, closing his eyes and sighing in relief. He pressed his finger deeper, feeling her warm muscles clench around it. He slowly withdrew it and pressed in again, pleased to feel a slick wetness on his hand. She wasn't faking it and she wasn't forcing herself to do anything. Withdrawing his hand once more, he extended a second finger and slid both of them inside her.

"Ohhhh!" she moaned, her hips writhing slightly.

He pressed his fingers into her until his knuckles were flush with her body, then wiggled them within her as he continued to lick the soft, pink flesh before him.

"Gohan," she whined, "I need you."

He flicked the tip of his tongue over her rapidly before getting to his knees, never removing his hand. He moved the pad of his thumb to tease her as he watched her wriggle on the bed, her arms over her head, eyes clenched shut.

"Please," she whispered. "Make love to me." She looked up at him, her big green eyes pleading.

Holding her gaze, he withdrew his hand and sucked his fingers for a moment. He unbuttoned the waist of his slacks and stood to drop them and his boxers to the floor.

She pushed herself up with her hands to rake her eyes over his body – the chiseled muscles of his chest, the flat plains of his stomach, his hard, thick length. He dropped to his knees on the bed again, leaning over her. "Are you sure?" he asked throatily.

She nodded, laying back and stretching her legs out. He lowered his body on top of hers, feeling her soft curves pressing against him as she slid her right leg around the back of his thigh. He kissed her deeply, the tip of his shaft against her body. She reached up for him, pulling his shoulders down towards her and lifted her hips towards him. He closed his eyes and growled slightly as the moist heat from her body slid against the tip of him.

"Please," she begged again.

Locking his eyes on hers, Gohan lowered his hips, slowly sliding himself into the hot, slick wetness of her body. His jaw dropped slightly at the familiar feel of her body around his, gasping at how it felt so comforting, so enticing, and still somehow so new. He held himself there for a moment, watching her reaction, letting her muscles adjust around him. She bit her bottom lip harshly and bucked her hips against him. Propping himself on his elbows, Gohan slowly and deliberately began to thrust within her.

Gasping in pleasure, Lindsey threw her left leg around his waist, pulling him into her over and over again. She pulled at his hair with one hand, digging her nails into his back with the other. He filled her completely, stretching her to the limit, making her ache with pleasure. His ebony eyes bore into hers as their bodies met again and again; each powerfully controlled stroke pressing deeper within her. He was so careful, so tender and gentle, yet a pure raw strength all at the same time. There was something primal about the way he was looking at her – she'd seen that look in his eyes once before, on their prom night. She tilted her head to the right, exposing the crescent shaped scar on her neck that he'd inflicted upon her that first time they'd made love, when he'd marked her as his own.

"Don't," he choked out. The sound was gruff and raspy.

She ignored him. She wanted it – to completely and totally surrender herself and all that she was to him. She trusted him with her full heart and wanted to show him that. All fear and nervousness was gone. This was her husband. Her Gohan. And she gave herself to him fully.

His shoulders were shaking with a great effort to control himself. What was she doing? There was something breaking free within him, a primal instinct in his Saiyan blood that drove him to bond to his mate. A wave of gold flashed briefly over Gohan's hair as he fought to stay in control of his body. His thrusts quickened, his breathing became more ragged.

"You… don't know what… you're doing," he grunted.

She looked up at him, breathing heavily and answered, "Yes, I do. Take me, Gohan. Make me yours again."

His face was strained and he squeezed his eyes shut as he felt himself transform. His muscles bulged slightly, his hair stood on end in blonde spikes, his hard length swelled within her, making her cry out. When he opened his eyes to hers, they were a beautiful sea foam green.

"I… love… you," he panted.

"And I love you," she whispered.

Gohan gave in then, his thrusts coming faster and faster, driving himself as deeply into her warm depths as possible. She lifted her hips to meet him with each powerful stroke, her body accepting his savage assault. He laid his chest against hers, cradling her in his arms as he continued to plunge into the fiery wetness that drove him mad with desire.

Lindsey clutched at his back, her body aching in a way that she'd never known, wanting more of him. He stretched her to the very brink, driving so deep, so fast and hard that it was hard to tell where his body ended and hers began. She moaned deep in her throat, egging him on, tilting her head yet further, tantalizing him with the scar that sat in the smooth transition from her neck to her shoulder. She ran her hand along his spine, her fingertips lingering at the edge of the circular scar in the small of his back.

"Too much," he groaned.

A tiny smile pulled at the corners her lips and she circled the edge of the scar with her fingers. A new wave of pleasure washed over her as he responded to her touch, quickening his pace even more. His mouth was close to her neck, his breath hot on her throat. She could see the scar she'd left on his neck as well. He was close to finishing, she could tell. She could feel it within her, too. So close to the edge of bliss, both of them ravaging each other's bodies, doing everything they could to send the other into that pure oblivion. She kissed his shoulder as he slammed himself into her again, her body beginning to tighten over him.

He could feel her trembling, her moans becoming higher and shorter as she neared climax, and he smiled, pushing her further. A jolt of pleasure suddenly shot up his spine and washed over his entire being as she pressed the tips of her fingers against the scar on his lower back. He lost complete control then, roaring in pleasure and sinking his teeth into her neck, opening up the old scar and marking her once again as his own. A sharp pain seared his own neck as she bit back. Her body clenched tightly around his, so hot and slick, and he drove himself into her harder than he ever had before, sending them both into an orgasm that rocked them to their very cores. They cried out at the same time, nothing existed but their bodies, hers tightening around his hard length, his filling hers with white hot bliss, pressed so far within her neither could hardly stand it. Gohan's body shuddered as he finished, still lying on top of her, his hair still golden blonde.

She sighed deeply as she pulled her teeth from his neck, which began to bleed freely. "Oh no," she whined. "I hurt you."

"No," he gasped, running his tongue along the fresh wound he'd opened up on her neck. He was trembling all over and didn't want to pull himself from her body just yet. In fact, he wasn't sure that he was ready to stop at all.

"Gohan?" she asked nervously.

His pale green eyes met hers. "Can you keep going?" He asked, gently thrusting into her again.

She nodded, her every nerve on fire. He began his assault on her body again, slower this time, but still deep and powerful.

He couldn't help it. He had to have her again, had to fill her more completely with himself, his essence, to claim her as his. Gohan drove his throbbing shaft into her, reveling in the way she tightened around him again, taking him into her completely. She was so hot and wet on him… but he wanted her to take over now. Without breaking the contact between their bodies, he rolled to his side, pulling her with him, until she hovered over him, straddling his hips.

She sat quite still for a moment, gazing down at him. She leaned over him, her face close to his, touching the blonde spikes. "Where's MY Gohan?" she asked in a whisper. "I need him."

Gohan willed his body to relax, his hair and eyes turning dark once more. She smiled and began to grind on him, staring deep into her husband's beautiful black eyes. She pressed her lips to his, probing his mouth with her tongue. She ran her hands over his chest, scraping her nails across his nipples, making him jump and break the kiss. She giggled; he could be so ticklish at times. She sat up, continuing to grind on him, pressing herself lower over his hard length that already seemed to reach so deep inside her.

"You are so beautiful," he said softly, running his hands over her thighs.

"I'm glad you think so," she smiled back, arching her back a bit, sliding her hands over her chest.

He growled softly and reached for her, but she slapped at his hand and paused. "Ah, ah, ah," she said, wagging her finger at him. "You just watch."

He raised his eyebrows, but laced his fingers together behind his head, relaxing into the bed as he watched her wriggle and grind on him, bathing in the sheer enjoyment of feeling her sliding over him, clutching at him, bringing her body closer once again to the edge. She leaned over him again, one hand on either side of his head, her breasts close to his face. She kept pressing her chest closer to him, her hard nipples begging to be sucked. He tried not to smirk.

"Play with my tits," she begged softly.

"Nope," he grinned. "You said I only get to watch."

"Gohan!" she whined.

"Nope," he repeated.

"Please!" she bounced on him repeatedly, trying to entice him further.

The sudden change in pace made him moan. His hands slid from behind his head to her hips, bouncing her harder.

"Damn you," she growled, grabbing the back of his head and pulling his face to her breast.

He couldn't resist her anymore and drew her into his mouth, suckling hard, and she moaned loudly. His hand slid up to pinch the other, rolling the taught skin between his fingers.

"GOHAN!" she screamed, sliding rapidly up and down on his hard shaft. He raised his hips to meet hers, her body clutching and pulling at him, her wetness running down his body. "Oh god, YES."

"Come on, baby," he whispered against her chest.

She rode him hard, bringing herself closer until finally her body tensed and shook, a painfully strained groan issuing from her lips. She relaxed and collapsed against his chest and he smiled. He gently kissed her temple and whispered in her ear, "My turn." She gave an exhausted nod, gasping for air, sweat rolling down her neck.

He withdrew from her then, the cool air rushing over him and he slid out from underneath her. Keeping a hand on her back to tell her not to move, he got to his knees behind her and mounted her, his hair flashing to gold again.

He ran his hands over her curves, finally gripping her hips and pulling her harshly over his swollen member, their bodies meeting with a satisfying SLAP. He groaned loudly, the new angle giving him better access to drive deeper into her.

She reached for a pillow, yanking it to her and smashing her face into it, absolutely screaming in pure pleasure. So powerful were his thrusts that they almost hurt, but she was thoroughly enjoying every tiny sensation of him. His hands gripped her hips tightly, pulling her body to his over and over, his thick shaft delving deep into her velvety sheath. He slid a hand around her hip, reaching to the V between her legs, flicking the sensitive nub with his fingertips. She screamed harder and dug her fingers into the pillow.

Gohan was taking extreme joy in pleasuring his wife so. As far as he was concerned, she was a goddess and deserved to be treated as such, given every carnal pleasure a woman could endure. His jaw clenched as he pounded himself into her. He didn't know how much more she could withstand – she was so tight on him. He worried about hurting her and scaring her again. But he couldn't stop. No force on earth could have ended his desire for her in that moment, his need for release so strong. He'd already given her one load, but he wanted to fill her completely, to see it drip back out of her body, to feel it run down his own once he'd finished. He felt her clench over him again, signaling another orgasm and he increased his thrusting, taking advantage of the extra tightness to bring himself closer. This was becoming torturous.

"Come here," he growled, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her back against his chest. She was crying out in ecstasy still as he cupped her breasts again, pinching her nipples between his thumb and index finger, pulling and rolling them harshly. His teeth found the wound once more, sinking into her flesh and she whimpered, reaching down to cup him between her legs, rolling them gently in her hand. He roared in his throat, slamming into her harder. She concentrated on squeezing him, milking him, draining him. He appreciated her efforts, feeling himself starting to come. He felt the heat of it flow from his body, down his throbbing length and explode inside her, his body draining into hers. He gave a couple more shuddering thrusts, and then relaxed, releasing her neck from his bite.

His energy level fell, his hair once again jet black and he leaned his forehead against the back of her shoulder both of their bodies exhausted and covered in a sheen of sweat. He was breathing raggedly, struggling to catch his breath. He couldn't recall a time when he'd been so blissfully exhausted.

Lindsey leaned forward, sliding her body off of his, collapsing face-first into the pillows with a muffled, "Umph."

"Oh god, you're bleeding," he said, looking at her shoulder.

She rolled to her back, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. "You too."

"Come on," he said, taking her hands and pulling her to a sitting position. "We should bandage that." He slid from the bed to stand, but his knees were weak and hit the floor.

"Gohan!" she cried in alarm, crawling to the edge of the bed.

He lay on his side and laughed. "Oh man, I'm totally wiped out!"

"Are you okay?" she asked.

He nodded and laughed harder. He struggled to his knees, grabbing the back of her neck, laughing as he kissed her. "I love you so much, Lindsey."

She giggled and kissed him back. "I love you more."

He drew his knees up and rested his forearms against them, his breathing becoming easier. "I really gotta get up off this floor."

She winced as she threw her legs over the edge of the bed, testing her legs to see if she could stand. She was aching and felt strangely empty as she stood. "I'm not gonna be able to sit for a week."

"Sorry about that," he said, using the bed to pull himself to a standing position. Linking arms and leaning heavily on each other, they made their way to the bathroom. He rummaged in a cabinet as she leaned against the sink, studying her reflection in the mirror. Her once perfectly styled hair was hanging in wild curls around her face, half-wilted flowers dangling from the tangles. Deeply red blood seeped from the bite on her neck, trailing its way down her chest and back.

"Shit," Gohan said, reaching over with a washcloth and wiping away the blood. "I'm so sorry I bit you that hard. Twice."

"I hope it scars up darker this time," she said, still looking in the mirror.

"Huh?" he asked.

She turned to him. "I'm proud of it. I'm proud to be your wife."

"Silly girl," he said softly, but he smiled and dabbed at the wound with the cloth, pressing a bandage over it. "And I'm proud to be your husband."