"It was so kind of Graham to reserve us a suite here," Roxanna said as they entered the bridal suite of an upscale hotel. Henrik nodded as he carried in their overnight bags. As he watched, Roxanna spun around a few times, a happy laugh trilling from her lips as she finally fell back onto the huge bed. "I don't think this would fit into our bedroom!"

"I do believe you're correct," he said as he set the bags atop the dresser in their room. "And it was so nice of Serena and her husband to take our gifts back to our flat."

"Wasn't it? She's such a good friend to us. It's just a shame that she's working in London, so she can't get away to see us as much as I'd like to see her."

"But that's life, darling."

"I know," she replied as she sat up and looked at him. "Do you want to help unbutton me? It's starting to be a little too much?"

He nodded as he came over to the bed, helping her to stand up before he gently turned her around and looked at the row of buttons that ran down her spine. "How long did it take for Serena to get you into this?"

"About ten minutes. Even with her dexterous surgeon's fingers, it was a chore to get them all into their proper place. A part of me wants to tell you to just tug the sides of the dress apart, and let the buttons fall where they may, but…well…we'd have to pick the buttons up before we left, and that would eat up into our personal time."

He let out a low chuckle as he settled his hands on her shoulders, lowering his face until he was pressing his lips against the bare skin. Feeling the small shiver that traveled through her body, Henrik smiled and then pulled back to bring his hands to the first button. It was a little difficult to pop from the little loop of thread, but by the time he reached the sixth button, he had managed to find a rhythm, and as he moved down her back, he began to pepper her smooth skin with kisses. "Did you happen to count how many buttons were on your dress?" he murmured against her back as he reached the halfway point.

"N-no, I didn't think to," she responded shakily. He could tell that the soft brushes of his knuckles against her skin and the kisses he was giving her were starting to ramp up the sexual tension in her, and he had to fight the animalistic urge to take Roxanna up on her first suggestion and rip open the rest of the fastenings, letting the buttons fall where they may. "Henrik?"

"Yes, darling?"

"Will you please hurry a little? I want to feel your hands and lips elsewhere on my body."

"I'll try," he replied before turning back to the row of buttons. He tried to start moving a little quicker, but found that his fingers would get tangled with his excitement. Taking a deep breath, Henrik cracked his knuckles before kneeling on the floor and settling into his task once more. "I wonder why they don't put zippers in gowns like this?" he mused, more to himself, not expecting an answer.

"They do, I just didn't like any of them. I know, I deliberately frustrated us both, but my heart was set on this dress from the moment my consultant showed it to me. Serena agreed that it was perfect, too, when I came out in it."

"Then it is a blessing and a curse." Roxanna nodded before gasping a little when Henrik kissed the small of her back, finally reaching the final set of twelve buttons. "If you want, you can probably slip your arms from the sleeves and let the dress pool around your hips. I'm almost finished here."

"Okay," she said lowly as she did just that. Then, she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, holding on to it as he finished the last button. The fabric of her wedding gown slipped down her legs to pool at her feet, and then she was turning around to face him. Henrik ran his eyes up her body, drinking in the sight of her. Before he could stop himself, Henrik placed his hands on her torso, sliding them up until he was cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing across them until they tightened into stiff peaks, the sweet pink color deepening as desire filled her body.

Smirking a little, he leaned in and pressed his lips against her belly button, allowing his tongue to dart out and circle it a few times, feeling Roxanna bow into him as he slid his hands down to her hips and hooked his thumbs into the band of her panties, rolling them down her legs, taking care to not disturb her silken thigh high hose. Slowly, he began to rise to his feet, kissing the skin of Roxanna's torso as he went, taking care to worship her breasts as he gently pushed them back onto the bed, fitting his body between her legs.

Roxanna began to push and tug articles of clothing he was wearing, and he followed suit by undoing his belt and pushing off his trousers and pants as he shrugged off his other clothes. Finally, he worked his way up her neck before kissing her deeply as he thrust into her. Roxanna's legs wrapped around his hips, drawing him in deeper as they moved together in frantic way, as if they were trying to find a way to become as close to one flesh as they possibly could. Breaking the kiss, Henrik pushed himself up a little so that he could look at Roxanna, watching the way her face contorted with pleasure as she arched her body upwards. The sensation of her nipples brushing against his chest and the guttural moans that slipped from her throat drove his passion up to the next high, and he started to snap his hips a little faster, trying to rush them up to the pinnacle of pleasure.

"Henrik!" she cried out as her nails dug into the meat of his back, her orgasm coursing through her body and helping him to find his own pleasure. Letting out a primal noise from his throat, he collapsed atop her once more, pressing his lips along the planes of Roxanna's face. "Oh, that was fast. We're supposed to make tonight last," she panted out, running her fingers through his hair as she smiled up at him.

"Who said that it was just one and done, darling?" he replied, licking his lips a little as he rolled off her to rest on his back, starting up at the ceiling. "I mean, we have to get cleaned up."

"I like the way you think, Henrik," she said as she straddled him, leaning down to kiss him deeply. "Care to join me in the bathroom?" There was no way that he could tease her in that moment, not when his want was so clearly evidenced in the fact that he was already starting to get hard once more. Crooking her finger at him, Roxanna slid off his body to stand up, a puckish grin on her lips as she winked before turning on her heel and scampering over to the bathroom. "The shower is definitely large enough for the two of us!"

That was all he needed to hear to find the stamina to get to his feet, jogging after her to find that she was in front of the mirror, pulling out the pins that held her hair up in the elaborate style that had looked so lovely. "Here, let me help." She gave him a wide smile in the mirror before nodding a little, pointing at the pile of hairpins on the counter. "Are you really going to cut your hair after our honeymoon?"

"This is the longest I've ever had it, and while it's nice for pictures, it's not for me. I hope you don't mind." He shook his head, knowing that even if he did mind, it wasn't his place to tell her what she could do with her body. "How about you help me pick out the style? Though I was thinking that pixie cut would look quite fetching. And it would be a lot easier to keep under my surgical cap."

"If that's what you want," he replied as he brushed aside her hair and pressed a soft kiss to the back of her neck. "Now, let's head into the shower." Roxanna nodded as she dropped the last of the pins onto the pile and then turned in his arms, kissing him deeply as they walked over to the shower and got inside.