A/N: So I finally am posting this. you all can blame school and life for my slacking.
She was following the other ladies out of the dining room when his hand on her arm stopped her.
"I need a quick word." His tone was low and serious; she nodded for ladies to continue on without her.
He led her to one of the lesser used rooms on the main floor, she was about to ask him if everything was alright when she heard the lock on the door click. She did not know what she had expected when he walked towards her, but it certainly had not been his mouth attacking hers with so much force that she was rocked backwards. His teeth nipped lightly at her lower lip causing her mouth to part in surprise, he took full advantage.
She was unsure of when their kiss had changed from raw and desperate to something gentle and calming. His lips brushed soothingly over hers once, then twice. She took a step back, if for no other reason than to be able to think clearly. They stood apart from one another, their eyes each tracing the other as they waited for their pulses to return to normal.
"Was that-"she cleared her throat, "was that the 'quick word' you needed?"
He wondered if he had somehow upset her with his rash decision, but he could hear no censure in her voice, only surprise. "I have been waiting to do that all evening, I'm sorry." He said; his eyes still on hers.
A slow smile spread across her face at his unnecessary apology. "Don't be, but we should be getting back. The others will have begun to wonder what has happened to us."
He escorted her back to the ladies, and as she watched him walk away she wondered when the last time was they had been so desperate for one another or spontaneous for that matter.
His arms wrapping around her is what pulled her back to the present.
"You look very serious, what are you thinking?" his breath was warm against the shell of her ear, she shivered.
She reached out to close the window before leaning back against his chest. She closed her eyes at the feel of his lips along the side of her face. His face was no longer smooth from shaving that morning, she leaned into the sensation. Turning in his arms, she leaned up and pressed her lips to his.
"To answer your question, I was just thinking how wonderful it is to be married to you." Her words were broken as she pressed her lips along his neck. She could feel him swallow, and then she heard the hoarseness of his voice as he gently pulled her head away.
"You do know I feel the same way. I cannot imagine anything more wonderful than being with you." His hands cupped her face as he stared down at her.
She had never been one for expressing her feelings with words, at least not well. And at this point, with him looking down at her, his eyes so warm she was unable to speak. Instead she did the only thing she knew. She showed him.
Her hands came to cover his, as she turned her head and kissed his palm. She had to close her eyes at the emotions racing through her. His hands left her face and smoothed down over her hair, something was different. No braid, he realized. He loved when her hair was loose. One hand tangled in the long tresses as the other wrapped around her waist.
"M…" his words were cut off by her lips against his and her fingers working along the buttons of his pajama top.
His shirt was discarded as she began to walk him backwards. They were so lost in one another that that neither realized they had made it to the bed until he fell, taking her with him. They broke apart laughing, it was ridiculous and then again, it wasn't. His fingers moved to the tie of her robe, but she stopped him by pinning his wrists above his head. To say he was shocked would have been an understatement, but no less pleased. Her mouth trailed down over his neck, there would be a mark there in the morning. Teeth nipped at his collar bone, and her tongue traced along a small scar on his chest. A dull ache began to run though him. Her hands had released his and were running along his torso.
He started to reach for her again, but once more she stopped him. This time instead of holding him down she removed the belt sash of her robe and looped it around his wrists before tying it to the headboard. He was unsure of whether to laugh or protest, she did not allow him to do either.
She was shocked at her own boldness, when had she become this wanton? She wondered. She hoped he understood this for what it was, her showing him how much she loved him. She rarely said the words, but he deserved this. She felt drunk at the taste of his skin. She knew his body so well by now. The areas that would make his breath catch, cause his hips to jerk, or make him say "please." She had never been allowed to explore each at length; it always seemed that they were so impatient for one another.
Her fingers feathered along the edge of his pants, she could hear him draw in a breath. Her teeth nipped at his hip bone as she let her fingers ghost over him. The sound of her name drifting from his lips caught her attention. Hooking her fingers under the edge of his pants, she drew them down and dropped them to the floor removing her own nightgown in the process. She stood over him now, their eyes trained on one another. She remembered the time she had allowed him to do this to her. She bit her lip at the memory. She wondered…
Bracing herself above him, she let her mouth drift from his arms down to his lips. She could spend hours just kissing him, later she told herself. Her lips followed the pattern from earlier; he was straining at his ties now. Could she, she wondered as she neared his hip? She had only ever done that once before. She wanted to she realized and she did. She drew back only when she knew he would not last any longer.
She placed her legs on either side of his hips, and slowly sank down. Both of them groaned at the sensation.
"Mary, please." He begged, his eyes drifting up to where she had his wrists tied.
She leaned forward, but did not stop moving. When he was free, his arms wrapped around her hips, hard. She was pinned against his chest as he kissed her, soulful drugging clashes of lips and tongues. Rolling them over, the desperation he had kept so tightly leashed broke free. His mouth trailed down to her chest, just near where her heart beat. He could feel her beginning to break apart. His hand reached down and his fingers drifted over her, she broke. Her arms wrapped around his back as he buried his head in her chest and let go.
Afterwards, they lay under just a sheet arms around each other. His fingers toyed with the ends of her hair, and she traced invisible patterns along his arm.
"I love you, so much." Her words were slurred on the verge of sleep, but he heard them. "I know I don't always say it, but I do."
Pulling her tighter against him, his lips brushed her forehead. "I know. I love you, too."
"Were you surprised?" she had to know.
"You always surprise me. Although, I don't know if I could handle anymore tonight." His soft laughter was infectious.
"Hmmmm well I suppose in that case I should wait until morning to surprise you again." Her words were coupled with her placing his hand low on her stomach.
The meaning of her words and where she had just placed her hand dawned on him. She looked at him, her eyes nervous but lit with happiness. He could think of nothing more wonderful.
"Surprise me in the morning?" he asked, his nose brushing along hers.
"Always."