Chapter III: A Most Awaited Wedding Night

Author's Note: This chapter will be divided in two parts, so the racier part can stand alone. Part I does include married themes, so please be advised. Part II will be published simultaneously for those of you who want to continue reading in one fell swoop. On the flipside, those who want to skip it, can do so as well.

Thanks again to the wonderful Rhonda Wronski for her time and input! Hope you enjoy this dive into Shane and Oliver's wedding night.

They were finally married! Oliver couldn't believe it! After all the heartache he went through, he finally found his partner for life. Shane made him whole again. A lifetime wasn't going to be long enough to show her how happy she'd made him. The honeymoon suite at the Brown Palace was exquisite. It was a splurge he wanted to make to delight his beautiful bride. He smiled as he took in the surroundings. The sitting area had a plush sofa and a couple of cushioned seats. The coffee table sported a bouquet of yellow roses in crystal vase, along with a bottle of Moet chilling in an ice bucket. The tiny but functional kitchen had all the accoutrements to prepare both his infamous black coffees along with Shane's more elaborate lattes. The dining area had a lovely mahogany table and all sorts of tantalizing treats were laid on it. It was indeed a beautiful space, decorated in ivory shades, lush greens and deep mahogany browns. The lines were clean and elegant with a vintage touch, something Oliver enjoyed and he knew Shane would too. The bedroom was pure luxury. A down comforter, satin sheets and fluffy pillows made up the king size bed. A beautiful color scheme of white, light yellows and grays enhanced the decor. The ensuite bathroom was all white and silver; with his and hers sinks, a huge mirror, an open shower with a rainfall showerhead and a sunken bathtub for two. Oliver fantasized seeing his lovely wife in that tub with frothy rose scented bubbles barely covering her. He saw himself with her in that tub, sharing a glass of champagne… relaxing… His lips twisted in a half smile, already looking forward to making that fantasy come true.

They would stay at the Brown Palace for a couple of days before traveling to London and various parts of Europe for their honeymoon. Everybody was on strict orders to leave them alone. Oliver's lips curved in a semi-smile. God only knew how desperate he was to finally be intimate with Shane. Restraining himself during their engagement had been tortuous. He was ecstatic knowing they had these couple of days to enjoy each other before embarking on their honeymoon trip.

"Oliver, this suite is amazing!" Shane was a vision, still attired in her wedding gown. Oliver asked her to wait for a bit until he assured himself everything was in order in their suite. She had taken advantage of that opportunity to freshen up a bit while reminiscing with Rita in the ladies' lounge.

"Look at this! Champagne, chocolate strawberries, Yoo-Hoos…a charcuterie board… and wedding cake! Somebody thought of everything! I really didn't get a chance to enjoy our wedding cake aside from the small bite for the pictures."

"I know. That's why I had your mom save a couple of pieces." Oliver smiled as he bounced pulling himself up on his toes. "And of course, the top tier to be enjoyed on our first anniversary is safe in the freezer back home."

"Darling, you really think of everything." Shane walked over to him and softly laid a hand on his cheek. "Not really my love, it's just that whenever I think of you, I want to please you." Oliver took her hand and kissed her knuckles reverently.

Shane's eyes got misty as she said, "I really don't know what I did to deserve you." Oliver's eyes teared up. "I don't know what I did to deserve you."

"You were just you, Oliver, replete with all your virtues and flaws. You are the man with whom I fell head over heels in love."

"You caught yourself before ending the sentence with a preposition, didn't you?" Oliver asked as he raised an eyebrow. Shane laughed giddily. "You know me so well, Mr. O'Toole."

"Mrs. O'Toole, I am so in love with you." He said softly, as his cornflower blue eyes bore deeply into hers. Shane stepped on her tiptoes and kissed her husband. It was a soft kiss, but immediately became more passionate as they knew they no longer had to hold back their pent-up desires.

"Shane, I want to make love to you." Oliver said softly. "There's nothing I want more, Oliver." Shane whispered.

Oliver stroked her face tenderly as one of his hands touched her hair. Gently he started pulling out the pins holding her intricate updo in place. He wanted to see her hair down and all loose. Seeing it cascade onto her shoulders as he gently pulled the pins from her hair had been one of his fantasies… especially during their first Christmas Postal Ball and again at their infamous post Valentines date when she wore her hair up. Back then he already knew he was under her spell and in love with her. Unfortunately, he was completely unable to communicate his feelings, as the fear of being left and hurt again froze him up. Shane's hair fell loosely into lovely curls around her face, shoulders and down her back. It really was a sight to behold. Oliver proceeded to unfasten the furry white stole she was wearing. Her arms and shoulders now bare, Oliver caressed her gently, raising goose bumps on her lovely skin.

"You really are incredibly lovely, my Shane."

Shane gasped, "I am going insane here and I still have this wedding dress on…."

Oliver shared a wide grin and his eyes glinted brightly, "I will happily take care of that."

Shane giggled, "I'd absolutely love that…but how about we take off some of your clothes first?" Oliver's breath hitched and all he could manage was a nod of his head. "At a loss for words, Mr. O'Toole?" Shane innocently batted her lashes. She really loved flirting with him.

"Oh, my dear Shane, you have no idea." Oliver exhaled as Shane took off his tuxedo jacket and proceeded to loosen his bow tie. When she had finally unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it from his trousers, Oliver took her hands in his. "Please, let me continue with your dress…"

"By all means." Shane said as she turned around so he could work on her gown's zipper.

As Oliver pulled it down, slowly relishing the exposure of her creamy skin, he saw she had on some sort of intricate attire underneath her gown. "Shane, good heavens, what are you wearing underneath your dress?"

"It's a surprise." She said breathily. Oliver's pulse quickened and beads of sweat started to gather on his forehead. His hands were a bit shaky, clammy and clumsy.

Get a grip, O'Toole, he thought to himself. You don't want to lose control so soon in front of your bride, but he had to admit he was excited beyond words that Shane had taken all this care to prepare for their wedding night. He knew she wanted to be with him as badly as he wanted to be with her. Shane's gown pooled at her feet and the vision he had in front of him left him without words, completely breathless. His mouth had gone dry and he was afraid to close his eyes lest he lose the vision of the lovely sprite before him.

She had on a corset-type bustier that barely covered her decolletage. It was reminiscent of the 19th century corsets that displayed a lady's "attributes". This discovery had him swallowing hard. There was no way he could've known all this was underneath her dress. Her gown was lovely but quite modest! As his eyes traveled down her body, the next discovery was tiny underthings with bow fastenings at her hips. The garter belt was his undoing as the creamy flesh above her stockings had his heart pounding and he started to feel warmth creeping up his body. All that combined with her flowing blonde locks was better than any fantasy he might have conjured up in his head. And he'd had plenty of sleepless nights during their engagement to develop a pretty vivid imagination of what their wedding night might be like.

"Oliver, are you alright?" For a second, Shane was utterly pleased at his reaction. She had taken a lot of care to find just the right classy, yet hot and steamy set of lingerie for their wedding night. However, Oliver just kept looking dumbfounded and it felt like ages since he had spoken a word. He was quite frozen in place.

Oliver cleared his throat. "I am just mesmerized at this vision of beauty I have in front of me! I'm having a hard time wrapping my head around the fact she is indeed my wife."

Shane looked deeply into his eyes and whispered, "Oliver, I am completely yours…body, heart and soul." He sighed audibly and gathered her close, kissing her softly, still restraining himself even though he knew he could finally let loose.

"You know Oliver, I know you still want to take things slowly, but you finally don't have to."

"I know, my love. I have been waiting for this night for so long that I just want to take our time and truly enjoy each other to the fullest."

Understanding he needed to take his time, but at the same time knowing he needed some encouragement from her, she asked flirtatiously, "Would my darling husband let me take off his shirt?" Clearing his throat, he responded, "By all means." Shane slowly proceeded to slide his dress shirt from his shoulders, softly running her hands over his shoulders, chest and abdomen. His blood quickened at her touch and his stomach quivered as she ran her hands gently over his torso.

"Oliver, can I ask you something?" Shane asked in an almost whisper as her hands continued their exploration of his body.

His breathing slightly labored he replied, "Anything, my love."

"When in the world do you work out?" She blurted out.

He looked into her eyes and both started laughing simultaneously. He took her lips with his and in between kisses, confessed he did 30 minutes of calisthenics every day after his morning coffee and devotional.

"My husband has some serious muscles going on. You, Oliver O'Toole have a delectable body. Who knew there was THIS under those three-piece suits!"

Oliver looked at her lovingly. "Well, there's something to be said about a balanced diet and regular workouts. My only vice is my comfort Yoo-Hoos." He gave her a quirky smile with the brow raise she loved so much.

"Who are you and what have you done with Oliver?!" Shane asked in between giggles.

"You are a vision yourself, my love. All this lovely skin, and you have the sweetest curves. And you are so soft…and warm to the touch…" He gathered her close, and as he stroked her back, he trailed tender kisses down her neck. Feeling heady with desire, Shane proceeded to remove Oliver's trousers and he finally stood before her clad only in boxer shorts. Oliver led her to the bed, and as she lay down, he followed suit laying by her side.

"You are so lovely."

"I love you so much, Oliver."

Oliver stared deeply into her eyes, her eyes turning a tempestuous blue, mirroring his own and his mounting desire. The time for words was over. It was time to show each other all the love they had kept at bay for so long.