Hello, my loves! Well, wasn't that a beautiful ceremony? And you knew Drew couldn't keep his hands and other body parts from his new wife! LOL! As always, so much love to my ladies wwechristina, Tm12Brady, GoldenGil1920 and ClaymoreQueen6176 for keeping my ass going and all their support!

So, before we see their hot wedding night loving and head back to Nashville to start our new mystery, let's flashback to something that has been illuded to previously: the first time Christine and Sheamus made love! This is mostly the loving work of ClaymoreQueen6176 (I only added some color to it), so ive her all the love and flowers in the Reviews! Enjoy!

The Dublin Affair: Part 7 - The Phoenix and The Irishman's First Time

As they drove to their wedding night destination, Christine Anderson…now Farrelly…she LOVED the way that rolled off her tongue! Anyway, shoe couldn't help but think of the first time she made love to her beloved Stephen. Phoenix and Sheamus has just come back from a seven-day cruise. They had poses as a married couple in an attempt to gather intel regarding who is behind the attempts to go after Drew...

Three Years Prior: Nashville Tennessee

It was their first day back on land after the seven-day cruise. The night before, when they came back to Nashville via her private plane, the Jamie Lu, the two of them walked slowly to their cars at the airport. The trip did not gain any intelligence as their source decided not to show. What they had gained was a respect and a growing love for each other.

Sheamus sighed as he walked side by side with her as they disembarked the cruise ship. Although he didn't show it, he was in pain. The pain of leaving the strong, incredible woman next to him. He tried to suppress the feelings he had for her. He couldn't. The story he had read in her file had touched him. She was as tough and fierce as she was beautiful and tempting as fuck.

Phoenix meanwhile, texted the girls that she was back on land. The cruise bothered her, in more ways than one. Their contact never showed up and had not been heard from for the entire during of the trip. The man who was supposed to be identified as the source of this plot against Drew on the ship was always one step ahead of them. Pair that with the underlying fear of her dirtbag ex-husband still possibly being alive frightened her. Phoenix was strong and stable. Christine wasn't.

She stopped in front of the dark purple 1969 Firebird, her latest purchase. "New car, Lass?" Sheamus asked, grabbing her bags and putting them in the trunk. She nodded, "Uh huh. Mom had same one. Only hers was bright orange. Dad says he had her sell it when she got pregnant with me. I told them that was a dumb thing to do."

He considered, "Aye, but a dad's job is ta protect his wee ones. So, he was just doing his job, Lass." "Yeah. I guess I'm being honest with myself. I'd rather have the car." She nodded. "Sheamy, can I ask you a question?" He said, "Yeah, anything." She asked, "Be honest with me. Do you think it's silly I have this stuff similar to what my parents had?"

He shook his head, "No. No, Lass I don't. Ya had a very horrible thing happen ta ya. Ya had yer parents ripped from ya. I cannot and don't want to imagine that. I love my Ma and Da. If this car makes ya remember the good times, hell if all those cars help ya. Who cares? Yer an adult."

He understood her in a way no one else, not even Cherry, did. She smiled at the rugged Irishman in front of her, "That's so nice of you. Thank you Sheamy." She reached up, gently touching his cheek. "Ah, it's nothing. What are friends fer?" Sheamus held her right hand, smiling at the ring he gave her not long after the Angels formed.

She smiled, "I've never taken it off. It's next to Dad's ring. Please don't take this the wrong way. But you remind me of him so much." He asked, "That's...a good thing, right?" She said, "It is. He was loyal. Hard working. Honest when he needed to be. He could fight. And he could bust balls with the best of them." He said, "So, yer telling me that yer Ma didn't bust balls?" She confirmed, "Nope. She was the responsible one."

Christine looked at her watch yawning. Sheamus said, "I'm waffling again. I'll follow ya home, ok?" Christine said, "It's fine. I'll be ok. Did you wanna sleep over? I can make us breakfast tomorrow. You can ask Cherry. I make killer waffles." He laughed, "That's cute, and I'm sure it's accurate. I would in a minute, lass. But the dags. I had a lady taking care of them, she left today. Don't want my boys being alone." She was touched, "Awww. What a good doggy daddy." He shrugged, "I think I am. I rescued them from a fight ring. They were pups. Four brothers. Not by blood, but ya know." She said, "Yeah. You're a good man, Sheamus."

What happened next shocked Sheamus. Christine hugged him tightly, pulling him down and kissing his bearded cheek. She said softly, "Thanks for being a good friend. And my pretend husband." He smiled "Aye. Thanks for the kiss, lass. And thank ya fer being my pretend wife. It was fun playing house with ya." She laughed, "You're so silly. And sweet."

Her jeweled hands were still on his chest, rubbing his muscles under the tight black shirt he was wearing. Sheamus sighed. For a moment, he wanted to lay her across the hood of that purple Firebird, strip her ripped jeans off, and just make hot love to her. Right in the Nashville airport garage. And he didn't give a damn if someone saw.

Phoenix slowly slid her hands down to his waist, still hugging him. A part of her wanted to shove him to his truck, telling him to stay still as she'd caress his bulging manhood in his tight dark blue jeans he was wearing. She knew he wasn't a small man. She imagined herself quickly opening his jeans, telling him to take her. She craved the rugged Irishman as much as he yearned for the fiery Phoenix.

"Have a good night, lass." He whispered, his rough hand gently stroked her cheek. She said, "Good night, Sheamy. Thanks again." They got into their cars, and he did as he promised, following her to the diamond building, making sure she was ok. As he drove off, a new text popped up from Phoenix: "Forgot to tell you. I got you a code to come by. And your own parking spot. Code is 1128. I explained how to come by. We'll do a sleepover soon."

He drove back to his house, yawning and disarming his custom alarm. He was greeted by the four dogs tapping and barking. After feeding them, he went to his bedroom, kicking his shoes off and starting to take his shirt off. He daydreamed about her jeweled hands lifting his shirt up over his chest. He groaned with passion as they kissed.

Now his right hand went between his legs, stroking the hard bulge he struggled with. "Fook! She's so bloody hot." He said, opening his jeans up and pleasuring himself more. "Damn it!" He growled, "Oh fook!" He moaned, imaging them together. He snapped his eyes shut, he could feel himself thrusting into her, her moans and mewing as they shared a love. A hot fiery love. After he cleaned himself up, he laid in bed, sleeping the best he had in a long time.

The next day at HQ

Sheamus was the first one into HQ. He flipped the lights on, started the coffee pot, humming to himself as he strolled around the office. He usually grabbed whatever he wanted to wear, but today, he felt like dressing up. He shined his boots, got his dressy jeans out and was wearing a dark blue button-down shirt. He even found his suspenders he used to wear. Catching a glance in the mirror, he smiled.

"What the hell, mate?" He turned to see Drew with his arms folded across his chest, shaking his head. Sheamus groaned, "What, Haggis?" "So, please tell me ya shagged her? Captured the Phoenix?" Drew did his thrusting dance, wigging his hips. Sheamus rolled his eyes, "No. No, I didn't. I have respect." Drew teased, "Sure. Ya respect that body of hers, eh?"

Sheamus sighed, "Ya shut yer mouth. I'm serious. Don't talk about Christine like that, fella." Drew knew better, "OK. Oh sure. Yer not fooling me, mate. Ya got feelings fer her! Don't think I didn't hear ya moaning and calling her name." "Whatever." Sheamus looked up, seeing Kevin, Lady, and Phoenix coming in, followed by Cherry.

"Hey everyone. Hey dorks." Phoenix said. "Good morning, lads. Ladies." Kevin helped Lady to her seat, smiling at what she was wearing. "Gosh, let's just all shag the women and get it over with." Drew hissed at Sheamus. "Shut yer mouth!" Sheamus hollered. "Is that all ya think about?" "What? Fucking? Yep." Drew smirked at Cherry. Oh yeah, he wanted that one in his bed something fierce.

Kevin started the meeting. It was the usual Monday, there was time for laughs and the usual ball busting. Phoenix had annoyed Drew again, only to redeem herself by saying he was her Bro. The two of them shared feelings. Nothing sexual. It was more of a premonition. They could feel things. Spiritual things.

After the meeting broke up, the girls separated from the guys. "Sa, did ya get those new devices I ordered, Kev?" Sheamus asked. "I'm thinking about creating a new kinda alarm. Gonna try it at the house." Before Kevin could respond, Drew laughed, "Aye, ya should be telling us about those lusty nights with yer "wife" mate."

Sheamus shot him a look, "We didn't do a damn thing." He shook his head, "OK! We kissed. She was upset, I was there fer her. I'm not gonna take advantage of her!" "Oh come on, ya soggy git!" Drew moaned. "Nah, fella!" Sheamus stood up. "I'm not gonna just..." He looked over at Phoenix and lost his train of thought.

"Not gonna just...what, Sheamo. Tell me? Don't lie. Ya got it bad fer her. Ya want her something fierce. There's nothing wrong with that. Yer a man. She's a woman. Ya obviously have these feelings fer each other. Just shag her rotten!" Drew's blue eyes went to Cherry, who was leaning over the chair, laughing with Lady and Phoenix.

For a moment, Drew was lost looking at her. Cherry had on a pair of skintight dark jeans, accenting her curves. She had one of her usual strappy tops on, this one was sparkly red, revealing a bit of the matching sexy bra with some lace peeking out. God, how many fantasies had he jerked off to about taking that luscious ass from behind and making her scream for Daddy!

Drew licked his lips. Once again, last night, he had yet another sex filled dream. In this one, she straddled his hips, telling Drew she wanted to ride him like the Nashville cowboy he was. But it ended with them both proclaiming their love for each other, which knocked him for a loop when he woke up. "Fella. Fella!" Sheamus nudged him, stirring Drew from that incredible vision, "How bout ya quit thinking with yer parts and help me with this info." "Uh yeah. Whatever." Drew rolled his eyes.

Cherry and Lady Christina sat across from Phoenix, grilling her about the trip. "So, you and the Irishman. How did it go?" Cherry said. "Yeah, tell us about it!" Lady sighed. Christine shrugged, "There's nothing really to say." "Oh sure!" Cherry laughed. "Girl! Come on and spill the tea. Give us all the details!" "Honest. Come on guys." Phoenix said. "Nothing happened." "Sure. " Lady and Cherry said at the same time.

Now, Phoenix was upset. She stood up, hitting her fist on the table. "I'm serious! All we did was kiss! Go on ask him!" She hollered, pointing at Sheamus. He lifted his head, looking at her. "Oh, he'll lie for the both of you!" Cherry snickered. "Enough!" Phoenix grabbed her bag, walking out the door. "I don't care if no one believes me!"

With a slam of the door, she was gone. Cherry went to the door and yelled, "Oh come on, Chris! You know I was just joking! Sheamus sighed, going over to the girls. "Guys. Really?" He said, watching her leave the lot. "Nothing happened. I kissed her. We slept together. Actually slept. I don't cross no boundaries. I'd never do that. And, like Phoenix, I don't care if anyone believes me either." He went to the door. "I'm gonna go see if she's OK."

The Diamond Building

Phoenix pulled into her home, fighting tears back. Cherry had seen right through her. She knew her too well and it was infuriating. She loved Sheamus. She wanted him. Bad. She secretly wished they would have made passionate love together. But she swore off all of that a long time ago. She couldn't afford another devastating heartbreak life before.

She looked in the mirror, on one of her necklaces, was a discolored white gold ring. Her wedding ring that was tarnished and burned from a horrible fire that should have killed her. In a way it did. But in a way it gave birth to her new self. She mumbled to herself, "Tarnished and burned…like my heart." Just then, a text from Cherry: "Chris, I'm so sorry. I really didn't mean to upset you." Christine smiled faintly and responded: "I know. It's all good. I just need some time."

As this was happening, Sheamus drove through downtown Nashville. He cussed to himself for not speaking up earlier. He pulled in to the Diamond Building, pressing the code she gave him on the pad. He went to the third floor, following the low lights of the fireplace. There she stood, her back to him. The back light of this made her look even more beautiful.

"Lass?" He asked, cautiously getting closer to her. "Sheamy." She said. He already heard the sadness in her voice. He knew she was crying. "Lass, don't pay them any attention. It's just ribbing. The lads did tha same ta me." "I know they meant no harm. It's just…" She turned to him, hot tears down her cheeks.

"Aw, Lass." Sheamus sighed, his heart breaking as he pulled her to him. "Sheamy. Hold me." She whispered from his strong embrace, "I don't care what anyone thinks." I groaned," Me either." He sighed as he went in for the kiss. The kiss both of them waited for. Sheamus held her to him tighter, her moans louder as he kissed her harder. "Yer sa beautiful." He sighed.

She pulled from him, wiping her face, "Uh. I'm gonna grab a beer. You want one?" "Yeah. I could go fer a pint or two." He smiled. After a few moments, Sheamus wondered what Phoenix was doing. He walked into her kitchen, only to find her crying again. "Lass, please." He walked around the island to her, grabbing her again.

In a near panic, she tried to push him away, "Sheamy. No. You should leave. Find yourself a woman who isn't crazy. Who doesn't have all this baggage." He silenced her by kissing her again. Now his hands went to her waist, and around her rear end. He said firmly, "I'm not leaving and yer not crazy. I happen ta think yer funny, strong, attractive, sexy as hell…"

She shook her head, "Shush. I'm none of those." Sheamus only took her hands and placed them on his chest, unbuttoning his shirt to his waist. He smiled when she did. He finally just came out and said his truth, "I'm gonna just say it, Christine. I'm head over heels over ya. I'm in love with ya!" She couldn't believe her ears, and sobbed, "Sheamy...uh...I guess I...I've fallen in love with you too."

They kissed again. Phoenix panted as Sheamus left kisses at her neck, her cheek, and back to her neck. "I'm never leaving yer side, Christine. Never." He said, still holding her. "Oh god!" She mewed. Her body trembling as he pulled her to him again. He felt the shiver. She moved her legs in a way to get rid of the dull ache between her thighs. She felt her body tensed up at the same time arousal poured from her.

"Sheamy..." She said, almost crying to him. "I know Lass. I know." He said, nodding. She said breathlessly, "This feeling, I've never had anything this strong." He agreed, " Me neither, Lass. Don't hide it. I'm done hiding my feelings." Without saying anything more, he turned her away from him, caressing her rear before yanking her pants off and now rubbing her lace covered backside.

"Sheamus...Fuck! She gasped when he pulled at the green lace panty with his left hand, yanking it roughly. His right hand fondled her breasts, pulling her tank top up and sighing at her matching green bra that barely kept her breasts from his lust. "I gotta have ya, lass. I can't and will not wait anymore!" He rubbed against her rear, both moaning at the feel of his denim covered erect cock.

"Oh God, Sheamy..." Phoenix sighed. "Call me Stephen, Lass. By my real name." He kissed her neck, "My beautiful Lass." "Oh. Oh, Stephen..." Her voice cried to him. It turned him on so bad. Now both of his hands wrestled the top off her, tangling her arms as he leaned her over the island, holding her as he opened his jeans.

"Fook, yer sa hot!" He said as he stroked himself, lining up with her hips. With a final tug, he tore the panty from her, she cried in lust as he bent her over and entered her bounty. "Oh God, Stephen!" Phoenix said as he sheathed himself inside her. He grunted, "Ya feel sa good, Lass. Taking my Celtic gift like a good girl. Are ya my good girl?"

"Yes. Yes!" She mumbled, "Always." Sheamus growled as he thrusted into her heat again and again. He pulled out, turning her to face him. She pulled her arms from the top tied around her, looking him up and down. Sheamus stood, his jeans shoved down his hips, breathing deeply. His suspenders sliding down his muscular arms. His open button-down shirt sticking to his sweaty upper body.

She was just as disheveled. Her top gone. Her leggings around her ankles. Her sexy panties torn from her. Her breasts heaving from her bra. Sheamus fondled her breasts roughly, pulling the straps down as she tore the shirt and suspenders from him and ripped the buttons from his shirt. They kissed again, both of them grunting when he tore her bra from her.

He sat her on the arm of her couch and positioned himself between her legs as she finished kicking off her leggings. Again, he was inside her, thrusting hard again. Sheamus picked her right leg up, placing it on his muscular shoulder as he thrusted sloppy into her. "Lass!" He said, a final thrust emptying his seed into her, their foreheads touched.

"Stephen." She said as she held him. "Yes, lass?" "You're so friggin hot. Your body!" She looked at his pale muscular body. "Aye. Not as Beautiful as ya are..." He lifted her up, over his right shoulder as he went to her bedroom. As he threw her on the bed and fucked her into oblivion, Sheamus proclaimed his love for Christine, and she did for him. They both finally felt complete. Whole. With the true meaning of love swimming in the sex addled minds for the rest of the night.