WARNING! This chapter only is rated M - I'm not going to change the story rating overall because "M" applies to this chapter only. M for lemons, don't like, don't read.

This is their wedding night. If you've read this far and intend to go on: enjoy!

Sammy's POV:

I watched as Tim pulled the key-card out of his pocket, hands trembling slightly as he pressed it into the lock, pulling it out too quickly and having to try again.

"Nervous?" I asked, watching with a raised eyebrow. I didn't tell him that my own heart was racing at the speed of sound.

He chuckled a bit. "A little," he confessed. I smiled, and stretched up to kiss his jaw.

"I love you, Tim," I murmured against his face, as he finally got the hotel door open, taking a deep breath of relief. Suddenly, I yelped quietly as something hit the back of my knees. I realized it was his arm, as he gently caught me and lifted me, cradling me easily against his chest. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he kicked open the door and strode inside.

I gasped as I looked around the room, illuminated gently by glowing candles, placed around the room, with sometimes five or more of them placed on a single surface. I looked back at Timmy, meeting his eyes, glowing dimly in the candlelight. His green eyes were so dark they appeared brown, overflowing with love and desire.

Gently, he laid me down on the bed, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Tim..." I murmured gently.

"Hmm?" He leaned down and began kissing the edge of my jaw, travelling slowly towards my throat.

"Timmy.." I whispered again, briefly losing my train of thought before it came back to me. "Tim, my dress..."

"What about it?" His lips never left my skin, never broke away from the trail they were blazing down my throat.

"It'll get wrinkled... I need to take it off..." He looked up then, and I inhaled sharply at the hungry, predatory gaze.

"In time, my love," he whispered, and continued his ministrations in the hollow of my throat. His hands ran up and down my sides, caressing softly, learning every curve of my body.

True to his word, Tim's mouth was soon pressing closely against the neckline of my dress, teasing, leaving me squirming beneath him on the bed.

"Stand up, Sam," he commanded, pulling back and gripping my arm to help me up. Still somewhat dizzy from the effects of his roaming mouth, I obeyed. He stepped behind me, and in one lithe movement, the zipper on my wedding dress was undone and he was helping me step out of the material pooling at my feet. I was suddenly aware that I was dressed in nothing more than my underwear, lacy red, something I'd bought specifically for this day, and had never worn before. Feeling his gaze boring against my skin, I felt slightly self-conscious. To distract myself, I turned, and busied myself in gently picking my dress off the floor, shaking it out and draping it over the nearest chair.

I swallowed, and turned back around to face Tim.

His breathing was heavy, eyes focused in predatory lust as he slowly stalked towards me. His entire body was made of glorious, rippling muscles, all tensed in anticipation.

"God, Sammy," he whispered, low and rough, before framing my face with his hands and bringing his mouth down to meet mine. Every hard line of his body pressed closely against my skin. Sweetly, gently, he pressed me backwards down onto the bed, covering my body with his own, pressing me into the mattress, but not enough to hurt.

I reached up, tangling my fingers in his hair as our tongues tangled with each other in a lust-filled yet still loving embrace. My fingers worked their way down to Timmy's collar, and began undoing the buttons of their own accord. He growled, pulling away from me just enough that I could slip off first his suit jacket, throwing it onto the same chair as my dress, without watching or caring if it landed properly. I wrestled off the white high-collared shirt underneath, adding it to the growing pile of discarded clothes, and pressing my hands flat against his toned chest and abs. Timmy groaned, dropping his head into the hollow between my shoulder and throat as my hands roamed lower across his hips.

"Sammy," he ground out.

"Hmmm?" I murmured back, slipping my hands beneath the waistband of his dress pants, watching his reaction with a devilish smirk on my face. I was not disappointed. He gasped, the same air soon escaping in a low moan. Beneath my hands, his muscles tensed, and I grinned.

"Sammy, my love, you're killing me," he groaned, and I could feel it. He was pressed into my thigh, rock hard and stiff. I rubbed him through his pants, teasing him with what was to come. He dropped his head again, but this time, pressed his tongue to my throat again, sliding further down my chest, licking around the tops of my breasts before sliding into the valley between them. Using his teeth, he pulled my lacy bra further down, baring my skin to him. He stared at my exposed breasts with a hungry look.

"God, you're beautiful," he whispered, before bending his head again, and rolling one of the nipples in his mouth.

"Tim!" I gasped, unable to help myself. He shifted his weight to his left arm, and his free hand came up to tweak the other.

"Say it again, Sam. Say my name."

"Oh.. Oh, God..."

"That's not my name," I could hear the cocky smirk in his voice, breath blowing chills onto my already raised peaks.

He moved his mouth lower when I still didn't respond, swirling his tongue into the indent of my belly button, causing me to squirm, making a point to brush against him as I did so. He somehow resisted the feeling, however, and moved even lower, nibbling at the edge of my matching lacy panties. I gasped.

"Oh, God, Tim!"

"Thatta girl," he murmured, before finally slipping his hand under the waistband of my panties. I bucked my hips up against his hand, and he began to move - slowly, agonizingly.

"Tim, please!" I wriggled against his fingers, pressing against me, making my meaning clear. Giving me what I wanted, he slipped a finger into me and I gasped.

"Ooh, Tim!"

"Sam," he groaned in response, slipping his finger in and out. I gasped again, feeling the waves of pleasure rolling through me, again and again, blurring my vision of Tim's beautiful greenish-brown eyes.

Then he pulled his finger out, and I gasped in loss.

"Tim!"

"Shush, my love..." I laid on the bed, panting, staring up at the ceiling as he pushed himself off me. I heard a zipper being undone, and glanced over to him stepping out of his clothes, with all 175 pounds of rippling man-muscle stepping towards me once again. He pressed himself against me once again, and with a quick thrust, sheathed himself inside.

"Oh, Lord, Tim..." I moaned.

"God damn, Sammy," he gasped, starting with a quick rhythm right from the start. He thrust himself in, then out at a rapid pace. I gasped as his hips somehow managed to hit that one spot every time, that one sensitive nub of nerves at my opening.

He leaned down without breaking pace, pressing his mouth to mine in a heated kiss. He pulled back after a few seconds, and stared into my eyes with every strong thrust.

Every thrust sent another thirty-foot wave of pleasure rolling over me, let another moan escape from my mouth as I was dragged under in pleasure once again.

"Fuck, Sam!" His thrusts were becoming more ragged, and I could tell that he was close from the tensed line of his jaw. I could feel myself coming close, too, close to that glorious edge of pleasure, where white light flashed behind your eyes - or so I'd heard. As it was, I could feel my body tensing, muscles locking in place for that final explosion of pleasure.

With one more thrust, he came, emptying himself inside of me. I came shortly after, locking my inner muscles around him, holding him inside me as I hit my peak, eyes shut, body arched. As I floated slowly down from my high, I became aware of Tim pulling himself out of me, and curling against my side, wrapping his arms around my body. I turned into him, tucking myself into the warm cave of his body. I sighed in happiness.

"God, Sammy, that was amazing," he sighed into my hair, dropping a light kiss on my head.

"Yeah..." I murmured back. "I love you, my Timmy."

"I love you more, my wife."

Nestled in each other and the warmth of our love, we fell asleep side by side, marking the beginning of our new life - filled with hope and happiness.

And this officially concludes the story. Thanks to everyone who reviewed or even read part of this - and a special thanks to anyone who made it to the end. :D Thanks to all! Hope you enjoyed the story! (: