And so we come to an end to this story. I have a sequel in mind, but I tend to be a very spontaneous writer. When I began Impulsivity, I had a completely different idea in my mind for the way Albright both discovered and reacted to Adrian and Natalie. But I changed my mind as the momentum built up between the couple. I really had no clue that I could do that, because my writing tends to be very dialog-driven.

The name of the story stems from the fact that Monk is generally not an impulsive sort. The tension within him burst forth and when he finally did act on impulse, it resulted in happiness for both himself and Natalie. Post-The End, and freed of most of his phobias, Monk was willing to take some risks. He still has things about him that make him our familiar, lovable Monk- but Natalie brings him out of his shell, even more than Trudy did. This is because of the fact that she could deal with him at his worst. He's a man reborn in his love for Natalie, and he wants nothing to stand in the way of their happiness. The knowledge that this beautiful, thoroughly modern woman has been head-over-heels in love with him has brought out something in him beyond what he knew he already possessed.

Wedding night chapter...this one is not for the faint of heart. Squeamish? Don't read past the break and scroll down...

Chapter 22: Possession

It was an enthusiastic Adrian and Natalie Monk that took their leave from their friends and family to go on their honeymoon. No fancy limousine took them away, because Monk had left his plans shrouded in secrecy.

That didn't stop his new wife from pouncing on him the moment they left.

"Now are you going to tell us where we're going?"

"Not our final destination, not yet."

"Final destination? Adrian, does that mean we are going somewhere else first?"

"I'll make a detective of you yet," he teased.

"Very funny. I haven't packed anything outside of personal items."

"Already taken care of, Natalie. What you didn't have, I went and purchased. Speaking of which, do you like the dress?"

"Very much so. It fits perfectly."

"Yeah, I bought a couple of them."

"What? Adrian, why did you buy me more than one of something?"

"Natalie, after all the years I spent purchasing the same shirt, in the same style, in the same color, that was inspected by the same person, you're going to ask why I bought two of something for you?"

"You have a point. But then again, you haven't done that in quite some time."

"Again with the detective work."

"Adrian, really- can you at least tell me where we're going first?"

"Okay," he relented. "For our wedding night, we are going back to Berkeley...to the bed-and-breakfast."

Natalie's eyes lit up. "That is a special place for us."

Adrian lightly stroked Natalie's palm. "That's not the only reason."

"Okay, husband of mine- what's the other reason?"

"The other reason is simple. My beautiful wife spent last night out of my arms, out of my bed, for tradition's sake. I prefer not to wait for our destination."

"Then we had better talk about something else on the way," sighed Natalie. "Just the thought of what you just said..."

Adrian briefly cut his eyes over to his wife. "My sentiments exactly. We could talk about the weather. I think it's going to rain."

"But the weather was really beautiful for the wedding. What did you and my mother discuss on the dance floor? She was strangely sentimental before we left..." The newlyweds kept things on a calmer topic as they headed towards their destination.

True to Adrian's prediction, it was raining by the time they reached the bed-and-breakfast. Natalie waited in the car while he swiftly took care of the check-in. By the time he ran out to the car, he was a bit on the damp side.

After he brought the car around to the cottage, Adrian turned and looked at his wife, taking both of her hands in his. "Do you trust me?"

Natalie smiled at him. "Of course I do. You're the most trustworthy, honorable man I know. That's one of the reasons I fell in love with you."

The rain outside pattered against the windows as Adrian raised his hand and stroked Natalie's cheek. "I have a confession to make, then."

"What is it, honey?"

"These weeks, with you...I am overwhelmed by the passion I feel for you, Natalie. You told me you don't want me to rein it in, and you don't want me to hold back. So I want you to tell me if I scare you or even come close to hurting you."

"Adrian, I could never be frightened of you, and I'm not going to break. Don't ever hold back for me. I love you- I want all of you, just as I want to give all of myself to you."

"I was hoping you felt that way." He kissed her softly. "Let's go."

This part is really intense...get out of the kitchen if you can't take the heat!

It was like the night of Julie's performance as Adrian swept Natalie in his arms and carried her over the threshold of the beautiful little cottage, but the sexual tension was so intense, you could almost hear it thrum between them. Since that night, they had faced down Natalie's parents and dealt with the fallout of Albright discovering the truth in a way Natalie had not foreseen. Now they were that much closer, and the reality of their marriage just heightened their desire for each other.

Since that day in the park, and particularly since the day Adrian came home to Natalie's aggressive advances towards him, the wheels in his brilliant mind had been turning. He had planned a honeymoon he wanted to ensure his wife never forgot.

She was laughing as he carried her in out of the rain and set her down. "What about our bags?"

"To hell with the bags...I'll get them later." His eyes were dark, possessive as he drank in the sight of her. Her damp hair and skin was even more enticing to him as he approached her.

The way Adrian looked at her drove away any thoughts of being chilled from the rain. In fact, Natalie felt suddenly warm, and she was almost sure her husband could hear her heart hammering in her chest.

"I'll tell you a secret. There's a reason I bought two of those dresses."

His voice grew lower, even heavier with desire as he drew closer to her. "I wanted to do something that I've never done before in my life." Adrian took Natalie's face in his hands and began to kiss her, a slow sensual kiss that made her begin to tremble. She began to deepen the kiss, but he drew away from her and still had that dark, possessive look in his eyes. "I told you that day in the park, that you had no idea what you were doing to me," he whispered.

Then with a sudden motion that stole her breath, he brought both of his hands up to the neckline of her dress and swiftly tore it down the center and pushed it off her body. Before Natalie had time to process what he had just done, he picked her up and carried her over to the bed. She hurriedly helped him remove his own damp clothing and it was tossed on the floor without a second thought.

Natalie's body started to spasm as Adrian pressed her down into the mattress, nearly crushing her, when he started to kiss her on her neck, moving gradually downward. Raising her back slightly, he swiftly unfastened her bra, looking into her eyes as he slipped the straps off her shoulders. She could barely breathe as she gasped his name, "Adrian...I love...you...so much." Her head fell back as he closed his lips around one of her nipples. Natalie's hands were busy, trying to touch him everywhere she could reach. She gripped the muscles in his back and then another jolt of arousal made her arch her back. "Oh God!"

He brought his lips back up to hers, and met them hungrily, firmly sliding his hand down her cheek to her throat. Adrian whispered to her, and it was almost unintelligible. "I brought you here because I couldn't wait any longer. I've been making love to you for weeks, and all day, I've just been desperate to make love to my wife. My Natalie..." He reached down and slid off her panties, and she impatiently flicked them away with her foot.

Natalie raised her head and pulled his head down, moaning when she felt his tongue against hers- she was so aroused that she couldn't stand it. She had to have him. He had to have her as well, and Adrian gasped as Natalie grabbed his hips, urging him quickly as he drove into her. They could go more slowly later. Natalie felt a wild thrill because her husband had never been so deliciously rough with her. She couldn't help it...as her first orgasm slammed into her, she dug her nails into Adrian's back. He swept her hair back from her forehead and whispered, "Look at me, Natalie." She met those dark eyes she had always found unfathomably sexy...she had always thought he had bedroom eyes, and now they were boring into hers. He was demanding, insistent. "Look at me while I make love to you." It proved to be too much...the dark and exciting way he had undressed her and began to possess her, their love for each other, the frenetic pace they maintained, the eye contact, and it sent their libido spiraling into hyperdrive. Her second climax swept through her, and she slammed her hips upwards, grinding into his.

Adrian lost all control as he felt her tighten repeatedly around him, crying his name as the intensity shook her entire body. As Natalie's hips slammed into his, he groaned incoherently, tumbling off the edge just behind her, and both of them couldn't keep quiet, even if they had wanted to.

It was Natalie who spoke first, her breathing still labored. "Oh my God, Adrian." Her body was still slightly trembling.

He ran his fingers through her hair and kissed her. "Are you alright?"

"Do you really have to ask? That was the hottest thing that's ever happened to me. I don't know when I'm going to stop thinking about it."

Adrian sighed against her neck, "It was all I could do to wait until tonight to take you this way. I've been thinking about it for weeks. At first I was afraid I would frighten you."

"Frighten me, Adrian?" She put her finger under his chin and made him look at her. "No way...your desires are mine. Women are rarely forthcoming about what it is they really want- and then they wonder why they're not satisfied. Which is why I'm grateful to be your wife- that you anticipate so many of my needs. I love you, Adrian."

Smiling down at Natalie, he replied, "I love you. I know you're dying to know where I'm taking you."

"Are you finally going to tell me?"

"Here's the thing- I have found a beautiful place for us to stay. A beach house, actually. It has a manicured lawn, and some rather large trees. It's going to be a lot warmer there than it is here...we can just spread out a couple of blankets underneath one of those trees."

Natalie smiled at her husband. "So, we're going to finish the 'under the tree' scenario?"

"Exactly. We are going to be very secluded. Nothing but the two of us for two weeks." Adrian tightened his hold on his wife. "Natalie, I want to make memories with you that you'll never forget."

"Adrian, definitely yes to the beach house. But you should know- we've spent all these years making memories and moving towards this day."

Adrian couldn't agree more. "Natalie, the adventure has just begun."

Not too long after the wedding...

A man in a suit removed a file from his briefcase. "I thought you would be interested in these."

There were pictures of a man and woman, walking along the beach together as they held hands. One was a shot of them sharing a kiss in a parking lot. Another was taken in a park, as the couple sat beneath a tree in each other's arms. Finally, the man handed over a newspaper article. It was not oversized, but the header said, "Davenport Heiress Weds Famous Detective" and there was a picture of a smiling Adrian and Natalie Monk.

They were in a prison cell, and nothing was particularly out of the ordinary, except for its enormous size. A huge, meaty fist crumpled the newspaper as the lawyer looked at the grotesque visage of Dale Biederbeck. His voice was enraged as he spat, "So, Adrian Monk decided he was eager for the charms of the lovely Ms. Teeger. Life is lovely for the defective detective while I rot in this hole!" Biederbeck glared at his lawyer. "Monk finally has an Achilles Heel, and I finally know where to strike!"

The End...for now

Don't hate me for the cliffhanger ending! Dale was pretty satisfied, too satisfied that Monk was in his own self-imposed hell. Monk free from those demons means a very angry Dale the Whale. Besides, wouldn't you like to see Biederbeck dealt with once and for all?