A/N: I know this isn't the exact prompt Meowser_Clancy gave me, but it sparked something within. Hope you all enjoy xx Mariah

Ages:

Jim - 25
Melinda - 21

As their final dance began, Jim laced the fingers of his left hand with Melinda's right and pulled her tightly against him with the other. She sighed softly and rested her forehead against his as the music started.

"Getting tired?" He whispered as they began to move.

"Not really," she replied wistfully. "I think I just want to get out of here. I feel like not once today have we had a moment alone."

Their eyes met underneath lowered lashes and exchanged a thousand unspoken words. Her hand drifted to the back of her husband's head and she ran her fingers through his hair. He leaned forward and kissed her cheek as he whispered, "I know. We'll be gone after this."

"You promise?" She teased lightly and he nodded, making her smile and their small talk died. The music swelled around them for a few minutes more before it slowed and faded to an ending. He started to release her from his arms, but she held on, drawing him in for a kiss. She brushed his lips lightly. "I love you," she said.

Jim took her face in his hands and returned her touch fiercely. Melinda's hands went to his waist and in the comfort of their embrace time stopped. They ended their kiss to the sounds of clapping from their friends, family, and guests.

"Let's go."

Everyone said that there was a moment when a person knew that they were going to marry someone. With Melinda, it was different because Jim hardly remembered a time when he didn't want to marry her.

But there had been a time when they were just driving around because they had nothing better to do but be together. She had been singing a song on the radio at the top of her lungs and it took her over. He had never seen a woman sing that way, and she rarely ever sang in front of people, but he was different or at least that's what she'd always told him.

Melinda had leaned into him after, lost it in a fit of giggles. Now she was doing the same thing, but instead of wearing jeans and a tank top, she was in her wedding dress. It was a dream come true. Husband and wife. Till death do they part and even then? Never.

"You sing like an angel," he said, parking his truck outside the Grandview Royal Hotel and then leaning back into his seat. He wanted to remember this moment forever. "Did you have a good time tonight?"

"Stop that. I think it's all that booze finally kicking in," she hiccupped and then looked over at him with a smile, her cheeks flushed. "But yes, everything was perfect. It's too bad that we aren't going to our house tonight."

Jim had yet to finish the house enough for them to stay there tonight, so they'd rented a hotel room for the next few nights for him to finish it up enough to make it livable. "I know. You deserve I'm sorry that my schedule at work has been so crazy that I didn't finish up enough of the upstairs in time for tonight."

"Hey, no worries," she whispered and slid across the seat to brush her nose against his. "I love you, my husband."

"And I love you, my wife." He teased her back as he leaned in, kissing her, and when their foreheads touched after the kiss, the future flashed before his eyes. He knew they were going to be happy.

The elevator doors opened when they got to the fourth floor and Jim swooped her into his arms. Melinda's skirt fanned out and she kissed him just as he walked out into the hallway. It felt like an eternity before he got to the door and slid his key in before he pushed it open, carrying her across the threshold even if this wasn't their house. He would do it again then too.

He set her on her feet and she pulled him in the room by his lie, pushing him back against the door to close it. "Hey there," he groaned, pulling her to him and kissing her neck. "You should go look behind the bathroom door, there's a surprise for you."

"A surprise?" She pulled back, smiling at him. "Well, I guess I should freshen up and get out of this dress."

"Need any help?" He asked, running his hands over the straps and sliding one the rest of the way off her shoulder.

Melinda turned around and his fingers followed across her back to where the zipper of her dress was. "Unzip me?" She asked, gazing over her shoulder at him. Those brown eyes could get him to do anything.

His fingers pulled the zipper down to the bottom, and his tongue slipped across his dry lips as his eyes traced over the bare skin of her back. "Hurry back," he said as she turned around, and then before he could stop himself, leaned in to kiss her lips, backing her into the bathroom and lifting her body onto the sink.

God, he had wanted her all day and wished she'd let him whisk her away for a quickie after their vows. They were running late on their schedule though and had to take photos before the reception where they'd danced and drank all night with their friends and family, but now they were finally alone.

"Jim," she gasped, his mouth sucking on her neck as he moved the other strap off her shoulder and then brought her nipple into his mouth. She moaned, pulling him closer to her. "Oh god… don't stop."

He pulled back and smiled at her, kissing her. "I think I'll leave you to it," he said before he flicked the light on and loosened his tie. "See you out there."

"Such a tease," she growled and rolled her eyes, pushing herself off the counter before closing the door behind him.

Jim leaned against it with a sigh as he looked down and saw his cock throb inside his pants. Tonight was going to be a night he would never forget, and he couldn't wait to get it started.

She came out of the bathroom and rounded the corner, walking slowly. Her husband looked to have kicked off his shoes and taken off his tuxedo jacket and shirt, leaving his undershirt tucked into his pants. He looked tired, as she was too, and was leaning up against the headboard of the king-sized bed, flipping through channel after channel on the TV. He sighed and turned off the TV, looking over to find her there.

The nightgown Melinda wore short, barely covering the top of her thighs. The neckline was low and was decorated with lace. Just the way he liked. The nightgown was so thin that the outline of her stiff nipples showed through the fabric. After a moment's hesitation, she decided not to keep on the panties she was wearing and slid them down her legs without breaking their gaze.

"You look like a dream," he confessed, his eyes glazed over as he reached his hand out to her. "Come here. Did you like your present? I certainly do."

She sat on the bed and he moved over a bit, his hand resting on her thigh. "I love it. It's very soft."

He gave her a quick kiss, holding her face as he pulled back. "You looked amazing in your dress today. You still do." He smiled at her, looking over her. His hand moved from her cheek to her thigh, tracing lines there. He kissed her again and her legs parted, his hand sliding up her thigh. He moaned as he remembered that she was not wearing any panties. "You're so good to me, you know? I never said that."

Melinda laughed as he moved her further up the bed, to a fully lying down position and then loomed over her. "I thought it would be a nice touch," she purred as she balanced up on her elbows. She winked at him and licked her lips as he moved his hand between her thighs. "Not too fast… pay the toll." She said, wagging her finger at him. "Two pieces of clothing."

He chuckled, leaning forward to kiss her as he played along with her rules. His hands pulled on his undershirt, loosening it from his pants before he pulled over his head. Then he unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants as he kissed her again, falling between her legs that she opened for him easily this time. "That enough? Or is there another tax as well?"

Jim watched her sleep after, his newly wedded wife, curled up on her side toward him and the bed sheet draping over her, not wearing anything underneath. He reached out and skimmed his hand across her cheek, a ritual of his. He'd done it every time he caught himself watching her.

She was just so cute when she was relaxed. But there was not a twitch, not a spasm, barely any movement besides the rising and falling with each intake of air. Her body was totally at peace, at rest, at one with itself, rejuvenating the mind and muscles before the onset of yet another day of life. She moved her head then, touching his hand with hers, and smiling as she opened her eyes to see him.

"You just get more beautiful every time I see you," he whispered and leaned forward to press his lips to her forehead.

"You're awfully sweet saying things like that. It makes me feel good knowing you think that." She moved up and kissed him, wrapping her arm around him before she rolled onto her back, the sheet falling to her stomach. "You coming back to bed?"

Melinda's tongue darted over her lips as she pulled him back to her, then suddenly he was lying on top of her and kissing her neck again. His hands were exploring, moving over her breasts and down her stomach while his mouth followed between her legs. She gasped as he pressed her center with his nose with every movement of his head and she was chanting his name in a voice that egged him on more.

It was such a soft sigh that was complemented by ending in a moan of his name, and when Jim slid not one, or even two, but three fingers inside her, she rose her hips frantically to meet his hand. Seeing her like that, her face an expression of pure bliss made him ache for her. After she came under his mouth, he moved to grab a condom from the side table but she pulled him back toward her first.

"Tonight I want just you, and it is still our wedding night after all," she teased.

"It is, and you're so beautiful," he said again as he pushed into her, her nails digging into his back. He bent down, his forehead touching hers as he indulged in a short, but sweet kiss. "And you're all mine."

"I'm yours," she moaned back. "Only yours."

She braced one hand on his shoulder and with the other, she clutched at his back, his hip, his hair, anything that could give her purchase. Their eyes were locked together as her brow knit and a series of guttural moans escaped her, and he grinned.

"Yes, yes Mel, come for me... let me see you," he pleaded, and then at last her body stilled, then spasmed, heat unspooling out from her belly as she shook and called his name.

Jim rode through it, never once breaking his pace as he saw he watched his wife unravel beneath him. She locked both legs up around his hips, which earned another startling sound deep from within his chest, and she buried her face against his shoulder again. He let more of his weight pinning her down and drove into her harder and then spilled inside her.