They returned back to their hotel room, Jane being guided inside by her husband.

When the door was closed he kissed her deeply, pressing her back gently into the door. A small moan escaped from her as he worked which made him smile. He lifted her into the air easily so that she knew to wrap her legs around his waist, her arms meeting behind his neck. He walked them slowly towards the bed, laying Jane down before him. As he gazed upon her lying there Jane reached for his hand, pressing her lips to it. He moved over her, making slow work of removing her clothes. Though she knew he could do it with great ease and speed she knew he was taking his time, savoring the moment. It made it feel almost slightly nervous, for he had never seen her naked before. What if it was not what he expected? Surely she was so small, and so unlike the desirable women. But he loved her, and she him- and that is what created desire after all.

Thankfully, he did not see her face as she thought such things over, for he had cast aside the first layer of her dress, letting it fall to the floor. As he continued to remove each layer Jane felt more at ease, for he seemed to become happier and happier. She ran her fingers through his hair as he worked, and often he looked up at her in order to kiss her lovingly. Soon, Jane was left in just her slip. Through the thin fabric Jane knew you could see quite a bit, and he examined her with great curiosity. He leaned down and tenderly kissed Jane's breasts through the thin fabric, sucking her nipple slightly so that it poked at the slip. Jane threw her head back, for she found this particularly hard to resist. He raised himself so that he was looking directly upon her and kissed her lips gently.

"Jane Rochester, you are so beautiful".

His eyes sparkled in the fire, and his face was flushed with feeling. He could not have appeared more attractive in that moment. As he touched the end of the slip in order to pull it over Jane's head her hands stopped his, looking fully into his eyes.

"My turn".

Grinning, he submitted to her so that she made quick work of discarding all his clothing. He enjoyed watching the determination of her work, and her enthusiasm as she did so. Finally, once he was fully himself before her Jane returned to laying down so that her husband could remove her slip, and as he did so she assisted in putting her arms over her head.

As he slip was too case aside he stared at her, surveying every part of her body. His strong hands moved to over her and his mouth followed behind. His lips trailed every part of her body, kissing every place with the most love. Jane rose and fell to his touch, she was at his mercy. He often stopped to look at her face, to kiss her, to soothe her moans of desire. His face broke radiantly as he saw her struggling to fight back a cry of delight as he kissed up her leg.

"Jane" he said said at this, his voice filled love, "You have been lying to me. You are an angel"

She smiled, laughing slightly, looking down and then back up at him.

"Every inch of you is mine"

She nodded,

"You belong to me"

She nodded again,

"And me alone".

She kissed him, not with passion or desire, but supreme love. He slipped his hand into the small of her back as he drew her closer. As the kiss deepened she felt his hand move to her most private area. She gasped a little as she felt a finger inserted within her, moving skillfully to touch the place which made her burn like fire with longing. She could no longer kiss him, for her breathing was becoming more shallow. As another finger entered her her hips involuntarily thrusted into his fingers, wishing them to penetrate deeper, wishing for more.

Her hands which gripped the sheets searched for him and she looked at him.

"I want you inside me"

"Not yet, my darling" he promised, kissing her lips soothingly and moving slightly deeper within her, "I want to watch you".

He brought her to the brink off her desire as only he would ever be able to so. She could no longer open her eyes, and she tried to bite back her loud cries of pleasure. He watched her all the while, moving with her, and putting all his care into her. Finally, his skillful fingers caused Jane's body to shudder beneath him and her thoughts to turn fuzzy. A wave of happiness had poured over her and she was left, breathing heavily, her head turned to the side feeling like it was made of lead.

She felt soft lips kiss her temple, her forehead and jaw. The gentleness of his lips pulled her from the high she had just left and brought her into a comforting reassurance. Edward was looking at her, smoothing her hair and away from her face, and as she turned her head to look into his eyes he kissed her lips too.

"It is unfair" Jane said, slipping her hand to his back and rubbing it lightly.

"What is my dear?" he asked, kissing her collarbone and feeling her breast in one hand.

"I am powerless with you. I could not fight you, even if I had the will to".

He chuckled softly, kissing the nape of his wife's neck.

"I intend to make you surrender".

He trailed a line of kisses down between Jane's breasts, stomach, and eventually reached her womanhood. Jane could not bite back her calls any longer. As she felt him working, his tongue moving she thought the expanding in her stomach may become unbearable. She threw one arm over her head, the other remained over her thrown over her stomach. As she moaned plea-fully she felt her husbands hand searching for hers and entwining their fingers together on her stomach. It was the most comforting thing in the world. When he pulled away to look at her she smiled, touching his face. He positioned himself to enter her yet looked to her for confirmation. Jane nodded and felt him fill her with the most honest love. Jane clung close to him as they moved together. As her back arched he caught it with his arm, suspending her slightly and penetrating deeper. Jane felt the tightening in her stomach expand until she could bare it no longer. Once again the wave of divine happiness moved over her, but it was stronger this time. Her senses seemed to disappear, she felt simultaneously weightless and like lead. She felt her husband release within her and she smiled, finally opening her eyes to see him fall down on the bed beside her, breathing heavily but looking fundamentally happy.

They were silent for a few minutes, Jane could tell Edward's mind was racing and so she did not wish to interrupt him. She only traced his arm absentmindedly, staring at the ceiling, listening to the sound of her own breath. She turned onto her stomach, placing her arms on her husbands chest and resting her chin there. He turned to look at her, smiling.

"I cannot believe I did not know"

"What did you not know?"

His prideful thoughts shone through on his face as he spoke, "How you look when we make love. How your chest turns slightly red, how your brow has a slight sheen, and how when you are overtaken your eyes cross, ever so slightly".

Jane blushed deeply- she had not known these things before.

"And now it is not just your chest that is slightly red Jane, but your face as well. Why!"

"You make me blush, for I did not know those things either".

"No.." he said, playing with their intertwined fingers. "There are only two people in the world, Jane, who know that. And they are both in this room".

She smiled, looking to him with great love.

"Well" she said, moving her face to match him at eye level. "When we make love you have a smile that I do not see in other places, and it is divine. I love seeing it above all other things. Your curls become a tangle on your head which I am forced to comb out later and your arms tense and relax in a way that does not support the theory you are an old man".

"And who said I was an old man, madam?"

"I believe it was...you" she said, playing with his indeed tangled curls.

"Well" he began, "I do not feel much like an old man".

. . .

Shortly after they fell asleep in each others arms. Like most nights recently, Jane woke shortly after to find she could not sleep, and so she gently untangled herself from Edward, wrapped a blanket around herself for warmth and sat by the still crackling fire. Now with her new knowledge of her pregnancy she could not feel in the slightest bit upset she was up. She was grateful beyond words, and happier than she had ever been. Why was she of all people worthy of this? Because she was a women, it was what she was made for. Her body was capable of crafting another human being, to bring it into the world.

As she sat there for a very long time in gratitude and love she felt tears rise to her eyes.

"Jane?"

She hastened to wipe away her tears but in vain, Edward had seen.

"My darling, what is wrong?" he asked, kneeling before her.

"Nothing is wrong"

"Then why do you cry?"

She was ready to tell him, but more tears came to her eyes as she went to speak and she shook her head. She felt his warm hand close around hers.

"Today while I was at the doctors I received some news-"

"By god Jane, why did you not say so before now? Are you well?"

"I am more then well, I am perfectly happy"

"Then what was this news?"

"I am with child, Edward".

A long pause.

"You are pregnant? Are you quite sure?"

"I am positive, or at least the doctor was"

Edward's face looked for a moment unlike anything Jane had ever seen. Shock, happiness, gratitude, and love all played across his face.

"Jane we will have a child together?"

"Yes" she said, smiling brightly as Edward pulled her into a close embrace. She hugged him closely, he was everything.

He rubbed her back, pulling the blanket back around her shoulders that had fallen around her as he kissed her.

"Thank you-" he whispered, looking at her so that Jane could see his eyes gleaming, "For all you are, and for all you give me. You have made me the happiest man in the world".