Disclaimer: I do not own the characters within this story. All rights and much respect go to Crown Media, Hallmark, Brian Bird, Michael Landon, Jr., the actors, creators, and writers of the show "When Calls the Heart." Any real people or places noted in the chapter are just there for storyline purposes.

**STEAM ALERT**

NOTE: Jack and Elizabeth are still on their honeymoon, and as Jack has previously stated…he's making up for lost time. So venture in at your own risk.

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Chapter 32- A Series of Firsts

With all of her recent flying, Jack noticed that Elizabeth didn't seem to be as frightened during the latest take-off, indicated by the fact that her nails didn't dig into his arm as was usually the case. Her slightly relaxed demeanor felt much like a first for her in this situation. She was still quiet, unless Jack was moving more than normal in his seat, swearing that he was going to cause the plane to dip to one side.

Jack wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close as he snickered at her silly fear.

"Why are you laughing at me? Haven't you seen TV shows where the people are on a plane and the pilot comes on and says, "If everyone looks out the right window…the plane will tip over?" she stated, realizing that her comment was silly, but then again, flying seemed to bring out her most irrational thoughts.

"Forget I said that," she laughed at herself as Jack pulled her closer, lowering his lips to hers. He felt the stiffness in her begin to soften as he held her in his arms while her head rested on his chest.

The flight was short, 58 minutes from take-off to touch down, and as they taxied up the tarmac, the bright white limo was waiting on them.

As the crew opened the door to the jet, Elizabeth looked out, "You are spoiling me, Jack."

He took her hand as they started down the stairs. Once they stepped out onto the tarmac, the door to the limo opened. Jack escorted her over to the vehicle as they took their seats, and the champagne continued to flow.

With their luggage in the limo's trunk, they pulled out of the airport and headed for the 5 star Loew's Hotel and the Presidential Suite that Jack made certain to reserve.

The Loew's Hotel occupies the top 11 floors of a 48 story office tower. The Presidential Suite, consuming the entire 11th floor had its own elevator, opening directly into the suite.

At check in, Jack was handed a key which operated their private elevator. He took Elizabeth's hand, coyly arched his eyebrows and led her inside, closing the door before sliding and locking the interior gate.

Jack inserted the card key to access the top floor and the Presidential Suite. As the elevator began to move, they turned to look at each other. He knew that he should have more self control, but truly he couldn't seem to get enough of her. He could make love to her and once he caught his breath, although his body may not be able, his heart and mind still wanted more.

He turned to face her, gently driving her back against the wall, as his hand behind her head brought her closer to him. She dropped her bag onto the floor as her arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, taking away any distance between them.

He wanted her; needed to feel her body as it seemed to melt into his, yet firm, her breasts pressed against his muscular chest.

Their passion soared with each kiss; hunger for each other demanding attention. With each "Ding" signifying another floor climbed, more clothes were shed. By the time the door opened into their luxury suite, they were both nearly naked, with Elizabeth in her bra and panties and Jack in his boxers.

Jack slipped his arm behind her legs and picked her up into his arms. He barely managed to bend down and grab her bag. He stepped out of the elevator only to just as quickly return to retrieve the key. Struggling to hold her with one arm, he pulled the key from the panel, and kicked the discarded clothing into their room from the elevator floor.

In between his kisses, she giggled at his antics, doing his best to remain upright before lovingly lowering her onto the bed.

His lips pressed against the soft skin on her shoulders, working his way up her neck, stopping momentarily to suck and gently nibble on her earlobe. Hearing her soft moans pushed his passion to heights he'd only previously dreamed of. His desire for her was so strong, so powerful that he felt as if he'd die without her.

Elizabeth was shocked that her bra was unsnapped, over her shoulders and on the floor without her even feeling his hand behind her. "WOW, you have a lot of talents," she giggled softly.

Jack quickly silenced her as he lowered his mouth to hers, and from the moment their lips touched he felt it, the fire; the heat which poured into him, searing through his entire body.

Devouring her, he found her to be as hungry for him, for this and he was. His hands, his mouth, touching, tasting, wanting, needing, desires so strong that they couldn't be contained, not that either of them would want to.

Her hand slipped under the waistband of his boxers, as she nervously giggled at his firm hardness pressing against her hip. He rolled on his back, closed his eyes and softly moaned as she gently took hold of him.

His body stirred, moving closer to her as he pulled his boxers off and tossed them into the room. Her touch was much like Heaven on Earth. His head, swirling with thoughts, feelings and desires; he wondered at that moment how they were able to abstain prior to marriage, for he truly could not get enough of her touch, her taste, her soft skin, and her sweet lips.

Feeling unreserved fire and passion, his hand slipped under the elastic band of her panties, pulling them down her long legs. He rolled over her, his body controlling his mind at this point.

Butterflies fluttered in her stomach as her skin tingled when his fingers began to trace up her legs, along her sides and up her arms, clasping her hands in his above her head.

She felt the heat sweeping across her body with each touch of his hands, lips and tongue, wondering what great thing she had done in her life to warrant such, joy and overwhelming happiness.

His mouth started with her left breast, his tongue gently brushing across her nipple before moving to the right. Without words, the arch in her back and gentle moans expressed her pleasure to the sensation he was providing.

Feeling the need to wrap himself in her body, he slipped between her legs. She could feel his rigid firmness as he slowly entered her. They worked into a comfortable rhythm as her body rose to meet him with each thrust, faster and deeper as each one craved more from the other.

Her eyes fluttered closed as her hips arched, feeling as close to him as God meant for a man and woman to be.

A bolt of hot passion seared through them as Jack collapsed beside her on the bed, feeling very satisfied, but completely exhausted. Elizabeth, feeling more satisfied than she ever dreamed possible, lay with her head across his abdomen, hearing his pounding heart, as she felt his chest rise and fall erratically until his breathing began to calm.

Exhausted, Elizabeth believed that she had lost feeling in her limbs as she felt much like a wrung out limp dishrag.

Jack managed to pull her up onto his chest, "Welcome to San Francisco…"

"So far, I love it here; but then again, I loved Santa Monica, too," she whispered back as her lips pressed against his breastbone, tasting the saltiness of his flesh.

He pulled the sheet up over them, leaving her bare back exposed as his hands gently rubbed designs on her skin. As their breathing calmed, they each slowly drifted off to sleep.

Several hours later, Jack awoke. He turned to face Elizabeth as his bent arm rested on his pillow and his head was propped up in his hand. His fingers returned to her skin; her bare back was smooth, soft to the touch, and he watched as she slowly, rhythmically breathed.

Feeling overwhelmed with emotion he whispered to her sleeping frame, "I truly never thought I would fine a woman so perfect for me. You challenge me; you encourage me, but most of all you perfectly love the imperfect man that I am. You are the dream I never knew I had, but I'm so thankful that you came true. I love you, Mrs. Thornton…"

Elizabeth stretched and slowly opened her eyes, "I love you too, Mr. Thornton."

Jack leaned over and kissed her cheek. He slid over next to Elizabeth and wrapped his arms around her, "I could lay here with you forever."

"I could too, but then again, we can't sightsee in here."

"I don't know about you, Mrs. Thornton, but I'm seeing everything I've ever wanted, everything I've ever needed right here in this room…in this bed."

"Jack Thornton…" she gasped before rolling over in bed.

His fingers brushed a few strands of hair away from her face, "What would you like to do today?"

"Well, I've always wanted to see Fisherman's Wharf and that street…"

"That street? What street?"

"You know; the crookedest street…okay, that probably isn't a word, but it's that street that's really crooked."

"Lombard Street?"

"I guess; can we go? Oh wait, we don't have a car."

"Yes we do. When we checked in I asked the concierge to get us a car. I'm not sure what we got, but we do have wheels."

She smiled, "You've thought of everything."

"I try, he stated before climbing out of bed. "I'm going to take a shower," he stated as he pulled a robe from the closet.

"Nice view," she giggled as he stepped into the bathroom.

"You can come join me if you want," he called out before closing the door. "There's something for you in the closet…a gift from the hotel to the newlyweds."

Elizabeth rolled over on her back and stretched, unable and unwilling to remove the smile from her face. She walked over to the closet and pulled out a plush eggshell colored robe with "Elizabeth" embroidered in silver on the left side of the chest just above "HERS" stitched in teal.

She wrapped it around her naked body before grabbing her journal and heading for the sofa which sat near one of several large windows. This one happened to show a beautiful view of the Golden Gate Bridge.

She curled up on the sofa, took a deep breath, opened her journal and flipped to the next blank page. She heard Jack singing in the shower, thankful now that she was the one who sang the National Anthem and not him. However, the realization struck her that he must be goofing off, since she'd heard him sing before and his voice was beautiful.

Elizabeth thought about the short eight months that she'd known Jack and how they'd gone from her fighting him, refusing to acknowledge her feelings, to being married to him and happier than she ever thought possible.

She clicked her pen, and allowed the words to flow from her heart…

"You are my love, my life, my very soul. When I think about our journey, I smile at the beauty, but panic at the possibilities; for your heart spoke to mine, but the truth of what was said was clouded by the fear that was contained within me. You stood firm, knowing what you wanted; knowing how you felt, and proving to me that your love was safe; proving that I was safe with you.

We had an immediate connection the moment we first met. Although I fought it, this connection was stronger than anything I had ever experienced before. I was drawn to you; much like a moth to a flame, afraid to get burned, but still unable to turn away. As our connection developed, the feelings, so strong, so deep, so complex grew and left me doubting that I had ever loved before.

You understand me; you know what I need, often before even I know. We connect so deeply, so completely, so profoundly on every level that being away from you even a short time feels much like forever. In you and with you I have found my needed excitement, joy, love and peace, and for that I must truly thank-you."

Elizabeth closed her journal just as Jack walked out of the bathroom wearing his own plush bathrobe, blue in color with "Jack" embroidered on the left chest above "HIS" stitched in teal.

He walked over and took a seat on the sofa. She snuggled up against him, "Mmm, you smell good."

His finger under her chin lifted and turned her to face him. His lips were warm, his hair was wet, and his arms around her body gave her the security and comfort that she was so thankful for.

Her lips welcomed him, warm and soft and slightly open as his tongue pressed through, entwining with hers. It was as if they could not keep their hands off of each other; just the thought of the other, or the simple touching of their skin, had each of them desiring more.

Slipping away from him, Elizabeth started for the bathroom, "Hey, where are you going?" he disappointedly asked.

"I'm going to take a shower, why?"

"Well, I just kinda thought maybe…"

"Jack Thornton, really…do you ever get enough?"

"Of you? Never!" he stated with a broad smile.

Before closing the bathroom door she called out, "Wanna join me?"

She laughed at his energy as he was at the bathroom door before it was completely closed; the desire to join her was quite evident.

He turned on the shower, allowing the water to heat up before they both dropped their robes. He walked inside the shower and held out his hand to her.

"I've never done this before…oh what am I saying, you know that. If I've never slept with a man before you, I've certainly never been naked in a shower with one," she giggled as the water ran down her back and over her shoulders.

She put her arms around his shoulders as his arms around her waist held her steady. She stretched up on her tiptoes to meet his lips as the water washed over them and down their bodies.

Jack turned her around, grabbed the shampoo, squirted some into his hand and began to massage it into her scalp. She could feel his body against hers as she leaned into him. Feeling his warm breath on her shoulders and back, she relaxed. Suddenly she giggled…

"What are you laughing about?" he asked.

She turned around and as the showerhead began to wash away the shampoo, she responded, "I often said that having my hair washed always felt so good that if I had government secrets all they'd have to do is massage my scalp and I'd spill them."

"Hmm, what can I ask then?" he teased.

"I don't have any government secrets," she responded as the shampoo slipped down her body.

"Everyone has secrets…"

As he took the washcloth and began to move across her body she responded, "Ask me anything." She turned around as her lips met his, pressing his body against the shower wall. "What do you want to know?"She breathlessly asked.

"Huh? Know about what?" he replied, obviously preoccupied by her lips.

At that moment, his body cared nothing about secrets; it was all about love and desire and satisfying needs that where she was concerned almost felt unquenchable. The blood pumped in his veins nearly as hard as the hot water from the showerhead pounded on their bodies.

With his hands on her upper arms, he pressed her backward against the other wall. His hands grasped hers and pulled them up over her head as they were skin to skin, lips to lips, their tongues searching, seeking, wanting, and needing.

Elizabeth wasn't a prude; she's seen movies before with sexually implied shower scenes, but she was now living it, and there couldn't be anything more beautiful than the two of them expressing their love for one another.

Their bodies touching, Elizabeth could feel his firmness pressed against her, eager for another first, making love in the shower.

With her back pressed against the wall, Jack effortlessly picked her up as her legs separated and wrapped around his waist. Her arms held him around his neck, as his locked hands under her bottom provided a secure seat when he entered her.

Jack held her tight as the initially slow rhythm built in intensity and the fire between them, so rich, so hot, spread like igniting oil.

Elizabeth buried her head in his neck as she felt a plunging shudder run through her. She went limp in his arms as he had his own trouble with standing, his legs feeling loose and without much control.

Jack turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, turning on the heat lamp before wrapping himself in a towel. He quickly returned to her with a plush, fluffy, warm towel of her own, helping her onto the dry mat, doing his best to keep her from slipping on the wet floor.

Looking at herself in the mirror, her hair appearing matted and out of control, she commented, "You didn't put conditioner in my hair. I'll never get a comb through it…"

"Okay come on, let's get back into the shower," he suggested.

A hand to his chest stopped his forward movement. "No, that's okay; I'll take it from here," she dropped her towel and stepped back into the shower alone.

Ten minutes later Elizabeth stepped out of the bathroom and found Jack dressed and sitting on the sofa waiting on her to get ready. "I'm sorry; I'll be ready in about thirty minutes," she stated as she gathered her makeup bag and clothes for the day.

"Take your time; I'm in no rush," he advised her.

As per her promise, thirty minutes later, she stepped out of the bathroom in a pair of black jeans, and an emerald sweater with her hair, dry and styled, but due to the breezy conditions, it was pulled up in a ponytail.

"WOW, you look amazing," he stated as he approached her with a smile and a quick kiss to the cheek.

"Thank you; you look quite awesome yourself. So, where are we going first?" she asked.

"The concierge advised that the car is downstairs in the parking lot, so I thought we could go to Lombard Street first, and then to lunch at Fisherman's Wharf," he suggested.

"Sounds absolutely perfect…" she replied as he opened the elevator door and they slipped inside.

Downstairs, Jack was directed to the parking lot where they found a brand new Kia Sportage SX as their ride for the week, to be turned in when they flew home from San Diego.

Jack seemed a bit disappointed.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"It's not fancy. I wanted everything to be perfect for you," he commented as he opened her door and she slipped inside.

She took hold of his jacket in her fist and pulled him down to her. Pressing her lips to his as if they were still in their private suite she replied, "I don't need things; I just need you; that's my kind of perfect."

"I love you, Mrs. Thornton."

They made their way through the San Francisco traffic, leaving Elizabeth breathless as they drove up the hills, unable to see anything on the other side until they had broken over the highest point.

They crossed the street and joined in with other cars and pedestrians who chose to walk along Lombard Street. The speed was slow, barely 5mph, as Jack handled eight hairpin turns.

Once they got to the end, Jack asked, "Okay what do you want to do now?"

"Would you drive around the block, I forgot to press 'record.'"

Jack took hold of her hand and smiled.

She pulled her hand away.

"What's wrong," he asked.

"These hills scare me. You need both hands on the wheel," she quickly replied.

"Honey, I've driven roads like this a lot; we're fine," he assured her.

"This feels like an amusement park ride, and my stomach is all jumbled up."

"Is it possible that you could be pregnant?" he asked as his eyes remained focused on the road ahead.

"Pregnant? Why would you say that?"

"Well, I just thought maybe you had morning sickness."

"Jack, we've only been married a few days. I doubt very seriously that I'm pregnant. It's these hills; the sharp angles; they're scary."

"Well, maybe so, but talking about being pregnant got your mind off that big hill back there. See, we're okay," Jack stated as he again made the turn onto Lombard Street.

Elizabeth took a deep breath, pressed 'record' on her cell phone and enjoyed her second ride down the 'crookedest street in the world.'

On their way to Fisherman's Wharf, they took in some of the local sights, such as the unique architecture, original painted buildings, and China Town.

Jack parked their rented SUV in the parking garage across the street from Fisherman's Wharf, and took the foot bridge to the shopping and eating area.

He took her hand and led to her Fog Harbor Fish House, stopping just before venturing inside to take pictures of the numerous seals sunbathing on the pier.

Inside, they were seated at a table by one of the massive windows overlooking San Francisco Bay. He held her hand as she watched the numerous sailboats and pleasure crafts pass by.

Jack, needing to build his strength, ordered the Surf and Turf, while Elizabeth vacillated between a burger and seafood, finally settling on the Salmon Club Salad. While Jack ordered iced tea, since she wasn't driving, Elizabeth enjoyed a Lombard Lemonade. They split an Apple Crisp for dessert before walking along the boardwalk to take pictures of the Golden Gate Bridge in the distance, and Alcatraz, which was a surprisingly short boat ride away.

They walked through Fisherman's Wharf taking in all of the sights and sounds. Impromptu shows seemed to break out as crowds gathered causing Jack and Elizabeth to stop and watch.

On their way out of Fisherman's Wharf, Elizabeth dragged Jack into a dress shop having him take a seat while she tried on bathing suits, knowing she'd need one when they finished up their honeymoon in Southern California.

He was quite content to watch her model various suits, until she stepped out in a lavender/black somewhat subtly revealing bikini. It was quite a turn on for him, as well as the three other men who initially ventured under duress into the shop with their girlfriends.

"Hey dude, you should definitely get her that one…" one of the young guys commented before his girlfriend grabbed his arm and pulled him outside.

The second guy caught a glimpse of Jack, "Hey, aren't you Jack Thornton?"

"Yes I am."

"I am a big fan of the Dodgers. Man, we look forward to having your caliber of player here."

"Thank you; I look forward to coming here as well."

His girlfriend grabbed a pair of sunglasses, purchased them and out the door they went.

Thankfully, Elizabeth had returned to the dressing room so Jack again took his seat to wait on her.

"Please no more bikinis," Jack thought as he stared intently at the dressing room entrance.

"Jack, this one-piece isn't what I thought it was," Elizabeth called out, hesitant to venture out so he could see her.

"It's a one-piece; it can't be that revealing," he said under his breath. "Come on honey. Let me see it."

She hesitantly stepped out wearing a black one-piece with dramatic cut outs lacing up the front. "What do you think?"

"Um…" his heart pounded with desire for what he knew was barely hidden under the suit. He swallowed hard not realizing that there was one other man in the store, and he was also staring.

"Honey, there's one more suit I want you to try on…" the man called out to his significant other before turning to Elizabeth. "Where did you find that one?"

"It's on the rack near the front of the store," she replied.

As she turned in the mirror she asked, "What do you think, Jack?"

He approached her, "You look beautiful in anything you wear, but I have to say, I don't like it when other men look at you like they want you."

Just the simple touch of her hand on his cheek warmed him, "You're the only man I want. I can't keep people from looking, but this one is not what I'm looking for. Let me change and we can get going."

Elizabeth stepped back into the dressing room while Jack perused a few racks that had previously gone unnoticed.

Jack pulled a suit in her size with a marbled top that draped over a solid black bottom from the rack. Pulling a white cover up to pair with it he headed for the service counter, stopping when he passed a beautiful blue ombre one piece suit with a full flounce that tied behind the neck.

Grabbing that one as well, he was standing at the front of the store with his bag in hand when Elizabeth approached. "What have you got there?"

"I found some board shorts for myself. I'm sorry that you didn't find anything you like," he stated hoping she wouldn't realize that there were no men's suits in the store, thereby ruining his surprise.

They walked back to the car, placed his bag in the back and he took her hand, leading her back toward the staircase.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"Come on, we're going to miss it if we don't hurry."

"Miss what?" she called out as they started running, with her simply following him, but not certain why.

Then she saw it; the double-decker sightseeing bus. "We have the car; why are we taking this?" she asked as she stepped up into the bus.

Jack directed her up to the open second deck where they took a seat.

"Will you tell me now what we're doing?" she asked.

"We're taking a ride across the Golden Gate Bridge. You don't get the full effect of it without the wind blowing in your hair, and since we don't have a convertible, this is the next best thing," he explained.

After a short ride from Fisherman's Wharf they started across the bridge. Elizabeth videotaped the adventure on her cell phone as Jack, forgetting how chilly it can be over the water and with the wind, took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders.

On the other side of the bay, the driver pulled in and gave those on the bus a few minutes to take pictures. Another first, Elizabeth was in awe of the beauty of the bridge that she'd always heard about, but never dreamed she'd see in person.

An hour or so later, they were dropped off at Fisherman's Wharf where they made their way to the parking garage and their SUV.

Both of them were exhausted as they made their way back to the hotel. It was now early evening, and they had been out most of the day.

They entered their private elevator and as the door closed, Jack suddenly obtained his second wind. There was something about elevators. Maybe it was the movement, or the possible threat of being caught; whatever it was, he could barely keep his hands off of her.

He caught her eyes, her bright beautiful crystal blue eyes as he cradled her head in his hands. Much like an aphrodisiac, her lips, pressed to his set off fireworks in each of them, smoldering heat that neither could deny.

The doors opened into the immaculately cleaned room. No longer were the bed coverings disheveled, an obvious sign that they were enjoying their private time, as the new bedding and a stocked refrigerator greeted then.

His arm behind her knees picked her up and carried her, as gracefully as his hormonally charged body was able, and he laid her gently on the bed.

Downstairs at the front desk…

A gentleman approached the desk, "There is an alarm going off on a Kia Sportage out in the garage." He man handed the clerk a piece of paper with the license number written down.

"Thank you, sir. We'll take care of it," the clerk advised.

Pinpointing that the vehicle belonged to the newlyweds, no one at the front desk wanted to make the call to the room.

"Come on man, they just went upstairs. Call them…"

"No, you call them…"

As they bantered back and forth, a third clerk approached and made the call. "I'm sorry sir, but the alarm on your vehicle is going off and we need you to come downstairs and check out your vehicle."

As Elizabeth lay in the bed, one arm over her head, and a soft, sensual smile that he would have loved to catch in a bottle for safekeeping, he responded, "Seriously, now…?"

"Well sir, we would appreciate it."

Jack released a harsh breath, "I'll be right down."

He hung up the room phone, "The alarm is going off on the car. I'll be right back." He leaned over her as his pursed lips met her, softening immediately. "I'll be right back…" he yelled as he entered the elevator.

Elizabeth slipped into the negligee she'd brought which was her favorite and slipped back into bed, waiting patiently for Jack.

Downstairs, Jack and several of the clerks stood by his vehicle trying to figure out how to stop the alarm. After numerous attempts, the blaring, screeching alarm was silenced.

Jack looked over his car but found nothing amiss. He turned and hurriedly started back inside.

"Sir, is your vehicle okay? Sir…SIR," the clerk yelled.

As Jack reached the door he turned around, "I'm sorry, but I've got someone waiting on me. The car is fine," he called out and in a split second he was gone.

The male clerks laughed softly, "I've seen her; I'd be rushing to get back there too."

Jack was in the process of removing his shirt, socks and shoes by the time the elevator door opened. He gathered his belongings and rushed into the room, "I'm sorry, but the car is fine."

"Elizabeth, you are so beautiful," he whispered; her back was toward him as he sat down beside her, his fingers traced down her arm.

He brushed her auburn locks off her shoulders as his lips met the soft skin on neck. "Eliz-a-beth…"

She took a deep breath and stretched. He disappointedly smiled as his fingers gently brushed across her cheek. "I love you," he whispered as he lay down beside her and listened to her soft sleeping breaths.

To be continued…