AN: Thanks to Sparky-She-Demon for helping with Charles's toast, and to all of you readers. Never thought I'd write something longer than a Tolstoy novel, but here we are. And this is the wedding night, with all that it entails, but it is far from the end of this story.

The carriage made its way slowly through the streets of New York, partly so that we could have the random passerby on the street raise their hat to us in congratulations, and partly so that the servants could get back to the Fifth Avenue house and have everything prepared by the time we arrived. Sure enough, Louise and Cindy were there to greet me as I tried to maneuver my way out of the carriage. If not for Cindy's timely intervention, I might have torn the veil. Instead, she gently twisted it around and disentangled it before removing the combs from my hair and the train from my skirt. Louise helped adjust my skirt to lay properly before Will returned from where Reggie had whisked him off to. I looked him up and down. "Nothing's changed."

He shrugged, "My gloves have."

"Oh, my what a struggle." I rolled my eyes, glad that both our hands were bare now. Louise took my gloves and my bouquet off to wherever she was packing things, I hardly cared at the moment. All I cared about was that I could feel Will's hand as he took mine, the slightly rough calluses sliding over my palm as he twisted his fingers through mine. I chuckled as he led us toward the formal dining room, "I'm surprised you made it down in time for everything."

"Mind your words, wife." Will stopped, turning to look at me. "Or else I might be tempted to take my marital rights sooner rather than later."

An impish grin spread across my face. "Well, I know that we're supposed to be spending the night in our new bedroom, but if you really want to bed me in a coat closet, well, I'm game." He was spluttering and red faced by the time we reached the dining room, set to feed the huge amount of guests that we had. A cluster of footmen, formally powdered and breeched, were moving from table to table as they placed down the new set of silver. It had been a gift from Mrs. Brown, to match the porcelain she had gifted us with for the engagement. She had also gifted fine crystal to go with it, all of it shined and polished as it glittered at the tables, sitting on top of the ivory damask tablecloths.

Her gifts, aside from Charles's plate that had been given a place of pride at the head table, were the only ones on display here. The others had been collected into a series of side rooms; paintings and sculptures, furniture and fine fabrics, rare books and plants, a number of ship models and there was even a set of keys to a small cottage down in Vermont, yet another gift from the Unsinkable Molly Brown. And it actually was a cottage, unlike the Newport palaces. Small and snug, with a portrait of the quaint little structure among the trees. According to her, it had a small farm and dairy with it, managed by a reliable family and could make a small income if we wanted. When we had first seen it, I had mentioned something to Will about how he could hunt if he wanted, but he had shook his head. "It's a perfect little place, don't let all that death spoil it."

"I certainly hope the cook is prepared." I muttered, looking at the massive amounts of plates at each setting. A salad of spring greens, grown in a hothouse just for this occasions, a cool pea soup, filets of salmon and oysters Rockefeller, a rack of lamb crusted in garlic and rosemary, filets of beef and roasted potatoes, chicken breasts seasoned with lemon and pepper, duck with roasted mushrooms and asparagus, before all the plates were cleaned away and bowls of ice cream were provided to accompany the wedding cake. It was a four tiered triumph of confectionary sugar, swags of icing and actual flowers studded outside it. The inside was a light vanilla crumb, with a liberal helping of brandy applied to provide a slight bite.

Will snorted as we took our positions at the dining room entrance from the side rooms with the gifts. "I just hope the wine cellar isn't drunk dry." I pursed my lips at that, because everyone was certainly going to get rather lubricated tonight. Well, aside from Harold. Sherry and Madeira were provided for aperitif wines, with rich and full bodied reds for the the meats, and light and fruity whites for the poultry and fish. Ice cream and cake were to be accompanied by a delightful Tokay. Champagne, from bruts to douxs, were already sitting in innumerable ice buckets, with more prepared in the pantries. The servants were all getting a rather large bonus after all of this, Mother had already set it aside.

I cocked my head to the side as I heard footsteps coming through the dining room, rather noticeable for the rap of the cane accompanying them. I gave them a smile, "Mother, Samuel, Jeanie, I hope you've all brought an appetite."

"And ta think there's ta be dancin' after all this." Jeanie shook her head as she slowly stumped her way up to me. I leaned down, embracing her before standing back. "Ye looked just lovely up there, like an angel."

"Aye, that ye did." Samuel briefly hugged me to, "Such a pretty lass I've got fer a daughter-in-law."

"Now, there will be plenty of time for all that during the meal." Mother gently waved for them to take their places in the line. She did stop to give me a squeeze on my arm though, "It really was beautiful."

"Thank you." I felt myself blush a bit. Their compliments were good preparation for the gusts arriving through, all of them coming up to give their own praise regarding the ceremony, the flowers, my gown, Will's uniform, the gifts, it was endless. My cheeks were hurting as Will took my hand to lead me to the head table, gently lowering me to my seat. Beeswax candles glimmered in silver candelabras at every table, two practically framing Will and I at the center. A riot of roses and forget-me-nots were set between us as a centerpiece, the garlands of pale blue flowers overflowing the edge of the silver bowl to drape over the table. Charles sat next to him with Sylvie, while Mother and his parents were to my left. Despite my urging, Morgan and the Fields had been placed by Charles, and I was dreading those two tormenting the both of us all night.

The first three courses passed without incident, at least until I heard a tapping of silver on crystal as I was lifting an oyster to my lips. I glanced over, seeing that Charles had stood and was very clearly waiting for the attention of the room. The clatter of silverware slowly died away as everyone turned to look at him. The smile he was wearing made me dread what was coming, especially as he lifted his glass of champagne. "I hope no one minds if I take the first toast." Hearing no dissent from the crowd, he continued. "When I first met Will, I never would have thought I'd have seen him getting married with the cream of New York society in attendance. Back then, his accent was so thick we had to have him repeat himself three times before we understood what he said!"

That drew round of loud laughter from the guests, although Will groused loud enough for Charles to hear. "My accent wasn't that bad."

"Too right, it was worse!" The laughter only seemed to fuel him, and he dove right back into his speech. "Now, where was I? Ah, that's right. For anyone who doesn't know me, and why would you all know a humble sailor, I'm Charles Lightoller, best man and soon to be father of three. Hopefully Will catches up to me soon," He grinned down at Will, who was turning a very interesting shade of red. "Who knows, we may be in-laws sometime soon!" I wound my hand around Will's, squeezing it. The red faded a bit, although it came right back as Charles continued. "I didn't believe Will, when he said he met the woman he was going to marry while greeting passengers." He chuckled, "I didn't even think she was real, I thought he was having a laugh. Needless to say, I was soon eating my words."

I smiled, remembering Will's story about the bet regarding my existence. Unfortunately that only seemed to draw Charles's attention, for he smiled down at me. "Anastasia, I hope you won't mind the cold bed after your honeymoon, when he goes back to work. Although, Will may just decide to stay home and get to work on his family instead!" The laughter after that remark was loud enough that I almost missed the slight yelp he gave and the way he rubbed his side. His voice was low when he leaned down to Sylvie, "That's exactly why I extended our honeymoon, darling."

Sylvie hissed at him. "Finish up before Oscar decides to shoot you." She shook her head at his attemtped rebuttal, "You know he'd have help with it too, Ezekiel looks like he wants to strangle you."

Charles stood, clearing his throat. "Best of wishes to the bride and groom, and everyone stay as long you like. We've got to keep the happy couple in suspense, after all, for who knows when we'll see them again after tonight!"

Mother muttered as she raised her glass of champagne with everyone else. "I am going to be watching how much the man drinks, my God, even for a toast that was far too much."

"He's simply excited." I shrugged, drinking from my own glass. Mother didn't seem to know that Charles had a hollow leg he stashed everything he drank in, nor a liver that would have rivaled the gods. "I'm quite sure he'll calm down once we begin dancing. He's been up as long as all of us, he'll get tired soon." A few others rose to toast our health, none of them quite as teasing as Charles. Richard Vanderbilt praised Will's skills to the heavens, and managed to extract a promise to join him again for the Newport regatta. Samuel mused about his ever growing family, and how he was thankful for the hospitality that had been provided during his stay. Abraham spoke glowingly about Father and how proud he would be to see me marrying a good man.

And then his wife stood.

Morgan held out her glass, completely uncaring about the fact that women did not usually give toasts. "I know we have all wished the bride and groom health and happiness for their future." There was a murmur of assent from the room. "But I think few of us have actually wished them luck on their honeymoon." A slight rumble of laughter greeted that remark. "Paris, London, and even Scotland, such a journey." Samuel beamed at the thought of the two of us visiting his home, although he quickly flushed as Morgan continued. "And I certainly hope the two of them actually make the ship they've book for France, my Abraham would be willing to take you if you miss it but he would certainly make Mr. Murdoch earn his keep, and no groom wants to work on his honeymoon."

"Jesus Christ." Will gasped, ducking his head to avoid the riot of laughter from Morgan's final remark. "As if I would miss our departure."

I reached over and patted his hand. "More likely Reggie will have you moving."

"Mr. Murdoch," Mother leaned over, making me pull back in my seat. "If you are not at that dock an hour before the ship leaves, I will drag you there myself."

"I will be, I promise." Will couldn't even meet her eyes. "We both will."

"Good, because the last thing I want to deal with is honeymooners." Mother drew back, lifting her napkin to gently blot away a bit of grease from the duck that had landed on her chin. Fortunately none of the other toasts were quite as explicit as Morgan's, and soon enough the cake was being served. I managed to polish off my small slice, although I felt extremely full. There was a general shuffle of people as everyone prepared to move to the ballroom, where the orchestra and band were currently playing some rather slow and calming music. I caught a glimpse of Rigel being led around by Tyler, his grip tight on his leash. As much as I wanted to go give him a pet, I felt like I could hardly move for all the food I had eaten.

Sylvie smiled as she caught me yawning when Will helped me up, and she stepped closer so she could whisper to me. "You need to get some coffee, trust me you won't want to fall asleep tonight."

I was blushing when Will and I made our way through the crowd, taking the floor first. Any tiredness fled when he put his hand to my waist, curling his other hand around mine. The orchestra begin with the slight pizzicato, before settling into the smooth rich tone's of Mussette's Waltz. Will and I had agonized when asked to choose a song to open the dancing too, but in the end he had simply grabbed the program from our time at the opera and pointed to it. Now, circling the room with him, I couldn't help but smile at my husband. I knew how these dances were supposed to go in novels, we stare longingly into each others eyes, so full of love for each other that the room around us faded away. And it did, in part. I could see the guests beyond us, watching as Will checked and reversed me into a turn. I could see the footmen and the maids circulating with trays and glasses. I could see Mother, yet another handkerchief in her hands as she dabbed at her eyes. Oscar was at her side, and I could see the small smile he wore as he watched us.

As the waltz ended, the floor was flooded with the other guests who quickly demanded dances of both of us. Samuel danced with me first, while Will danced with Jeanie. Then I was with Ezekiel, while Samuel took Mother for a turn. By the time I managed to beg a break, I had danced with at least five others. I gulped down a glass of champagne, smiling when I saw Harold watching as Charles danced with Sylvie. I stood next to him, "They are lovely together, aren't they?"

He snorted. "She's fine, but he's a menace." He sighed, pinching his nose. "There is no way I am inviting him to my wedding, not after that toast."

"Oh yes," I smiled at him, "My congratulation on that by the way, is there anything I can do to help?"

He laughed, "Hardly, it's going to be far more tame than this."

"At least let me give you an engagement gift."

"Will already did." He brought a gold cigarette case out of his pocket. "He said it was for my help with his night out, but also for my engagement."

"She must be lovely."

"She is." He took a step back, noting that Charles had noticed us and was moving over. "If you'll excuse me?" He didn't even wait for my permission, vanishing into the crowd. I shook my head, accepting Charles's hand to dance a polka with him. He was a very good partner, swinging me around with ease and whirling us through the other dancers.

Charles also was the kind to be able to talk while keeping up with the steps. "I truly am happy for the both of you, you know."

"I know Charles," I chuckled as he spun me around, "I'm happy too."

Charles twisted around me in the dance, "I've seen Will after Ada, and we both saw him at his lowest. I'm glad he found you."

I couldn't help the sigh of relief as the band ended the song and the floor started to clear. "I'm glad I found him." Charles left me in a chair almost exhausted, I was catching my breath after when another hand was extended.

Oscar was grinning as the band struck up another waltz. "May I have this dance?"

"Of course." I sighed, taking his hand and letting him lead me out. A slow dance sounded wonderful at the moment, and I could see Will leading Mother out onto the floor. He furrowed his brow briefly at the sight of us, but gave a little shrug as he lead Mother around. Oscar waited after the first turn around the room to speak, his voice low. "You look beautiful, Anastasia. And it's not just the dress, you looked so happy up there."

I gave his hand a squeeze. "I am happy Oscar. For the first time in quite awhile, I am just genuinely happy."

"Then I'm glad, just promise you won't forget us after your honeymoon? I'd hate to have you pull away again." His brown eyes were bright as he looked down at me. "I missed you so when you were gone, and it's been a joy to have you back."

I laughed. "Of course not Oscar, Will is nothing like Zachary, you know that. Besides, we're all going to be at the Reichster wedding when we get back. I'm going to need you two to see me through it."

He snorted. "Or perhaps to keep your husband from decking Otto Metternich at the reception."

"I'm not sure about that, I would dearly love to see it."

"So would I, Anastasia. So would I." The music ended, and Oscar tucked my hand to his arm as he led us off the floor. He led us over to where Will and Mother were talking to Charles and Sylvie, but was unprepared for the way Mother pounced.

"Mr. Lightoller, do you think you could occupy William for a moment while I steal my daughter?" Mother was as charming as ever and barely waited for Charles to agree before taking my arm and leading me off. She found a place by a window, unoccupied and quiet. I could see tears in her eyes, and she briefly brushed at them before she spoke. "Anastasia, are you happy? With everything?"

"Yes, Mother." I leaned forward and embraced her briefly. "I truly am."

She breathed in, hesitating for a moment. "I know you swore all those vows today, and that you might feel that you have to allow William to come to you, but you don't. You don't have to allow him anything that you don't want. No matter if he is your husband and you swore to obey him, if you don't want to bring him into your bed tonight, you don't have to. He should wait for you, and if he tries anything just call out and the servants should come and help." I could tell she had been thinking about this for some time, for she spoke quickly and kept going on in this vein for some time. "Even after tonight, if you ever don't want him in your bed he doesn't have to be. He should respect that, it's your choice in all of this." I simply nodded along, hoping that she couldn't tell how much I wanted the reception to end precisely because I wanted Will to bed me. I'd wanted it since this morning and it had only increased when I had seen him in the church.

I wanted Will even as I danced with Oscar's father, Ezekiel and each of his brothers, and a dozen other older married men. I wanted him while I drank champagne and listened to the older women talk about my future. I wanted him while I drank a cup of coffee with Mrs. Brown, who told me how much she was looking forward to this time next year where she was just certain that I'd either be great with child, or bouncing a baby on my knee. As the night wore on, the crowd began to thin. Slowly though, tempted to stay later and later by the plentiful champagne that was being passed around and the music that never seemed to end.

I was among the last of the couples dancing as the night wore on, waltzing again with Oscar. He seemed to have boundless energy, "Would you mind if I had the next dance, as well?"

I was blearily blinking at him when I felt a hand gently grab my shoulder. Richard was standing there, stopping our dance. "Son, she has to go home at some point."

"Surely one more dance."

"This is your last with her for the night, we're all tired." Richard removed his hand, and Oscar quickly had me back in pace with the rest of the dancers. He left me with a kiss on the cheek, although after a brief exchange with Ezekiel, I was back out being swung around in a rag.

I didn't mind, the fast pace helped wake me up a bit, although Morgan was a bit more blunt when she hauled her son off the floor by his ear. "Let her go enjoy her wedding night, you know she wants to."

"Mother, please." Ezekiel begged, twisting his head down to relieve the pressure. "Just one more dance with her, that's all I wanted." I sighed, shaking my head after those two. It was late though, and I was tired. There were few people left in the ballroom, many of them having left or been offered rooms in the house for the night. I yawned as I began searching through the side rooms for my husband, Liz joining me.

She covered a yawn with a hand. "Mother wants us to head home, have you seen Oscar?"

"No, not since he left me on the dance floor." I shook my head. "Have you seen Will?"

"No, but I have a feeling about this room." She nodded to a side room door that had been left open a bit, a curl of smoke drifting through. She rolled her eyes as she opened it, coughing slightly. "Oscar, what are you doing?"

"Sharing a cigar with William." He breathed out a wreath of smoke, looking over to Will. His blue eyes were a bit unfocused, but he smiled widely when he saw me.

Liz ignored Will coming to his feet. "Come on, we're leaving. And those two should have left hours ago." She walked in, grabbed him by his arm, and pulled him to his feet. It took a bit of pushing and cajoling, but eventually the Vanderbilts were out the door and Will was at my side.

He smelled of tobacco, but he leaned down to nuzzle at my neck. "Shall we go home, wife?"

I curled my fingers around his head. "Yes, husband." Fortunately it was much calmer as we left, Mother sending me off with a hug as we got back into the carriage. I was half asleep on Will's arm as we pulled through the gates of the dock house, the gravel crunching underneath the wheels. Louise and Peggy quickly had me well in hand, Reggie leading Will off. It was strange to not go to my rooms, instead entering through the door to my new dressing room. My clothing had been moved over into the large dark wardrobes, new gilded mirrors brought in and arranged to catch the best light from the overhanging fixtures.

I was far more nervous getting out of my wedding dress than I had been donning it this morning. The veil and the train had already been removed and folded up, waiting in the new trunk for the rest of the ensemble. Then it was the bodice, placed on top of the already folded train in the chest that had been brought up to house my gown. The pearl brooches and strands that had decorated it were placed in a velvet bag, and the ones on the skirt were quickly stripped off to join them. It took the two of them to get the skirt, with its bustled back, up off of me and put away The petticoats, with their rows of lace and ribbon, followed. It was a bit of an adventure to get the crinoline put away, Louise pulled most of the gown out of the chest so that the crinoline could sit flat on the bottom. The shoes, stockings, drawers and corset followed, leaving me in my chemise. Mother's pearls were placed in a jewelry box, to be returned later.

Louise left at that point with Peggy, both of them giggling like schoolgirls as they closed the door. I pulled the pearl and gold net from my hair, placing both it and the chemise in the chest. Naked, I pulled on the sheer nightgown that had been left out, a gift from Morgan that she had slipped me a few days before. It was a confection of pale blue cotton and pure white lace, showing strips of skin beneath. It provided no warmth and little coverage, but that was not its purpose. It was only to entice Will by barely covering what he desired.

I was the first one into our shared bedroom, and I settled down at the vanity that I had selected. Its dark wood suited the navy and gold wallpaper, which gleamed slightly in the low lighting. I sat, pulling a brush through my hair that was slightly curly from being held in all day. It wouldn't be long now, Will would be here. And we would be husband and wife in all senses. My fingers shook slightly as I dragged the brush through my hair, the curls falling away under the bristles. The bedroom was dark, the lights low and the curtains drawn. I was nervous, anxious, but I wanted him so badly. I felt like a bow string pulled taut, just waiting for my release.

"Ana." I heard him only when he spoke, the door from his dressing room had silently opened and closed. "Wife." I could see him in the mirror as he approached, having only his shirt and suspenders on. He took the brush from my hand, placing it on the vanity and tangling his fingers in my hair as he buried his face in it. "God, Ana. Roses, you've smelled of roses all day." He dropped his hands from my hair, letting them rest on my shoulders. "I've wanted you all day."

I tilted my head back, looking up at him. "I've wanted you too."

He roughly shoved the shoulders of my nightgown down, sending his hands underneath the edge fabric to touch ghost across my skin. I shivered as I felt his hand brush against my throat, before it dropped down between my breasts. "Get this off." I stood from the stool, pulling it off and letting it pool at my feet. Will's eyes, dark and almost haunting, took in every inch of me before he moved forward.

I held my hands up, halting him. "Your turn." He cursed, pulling his suspenders down and unbuttoning his trousers. I giggled to hear him continue cursing as he worked the buttons on his shirt, and he tried to move faster. But the buttons evaded him even further, and I reached up. "Let me help." I let my fingers slowly work the buttons, feeling his eyes on me. I could see his throat jump as he swallowed, his hands on my waist. He pulled the shirt roughly off when I had it unbuttoned and quickly stepped out of his trousers. I stepped back, taking him all in. He'd gained some color over the summer, it looked good on him. I could see his manhood, already straining up and swollen with desire.

"Are you sure? I can wait." Will sounded almost pained, "We don't have to do this, not tonight, if you don't want." In response, I took him in my hand, stroking. He gasped, "Ana, please, say something."

I pressed my lips to his ear, "I want you to fuck me, Will. Properly." With how quickly he reacted, I'm surprised we made it to the bed. His lips were everywhere as he laid me down, moving from my mouth to my neck and my breasts, even as his hands began to stroke and tease between my legs. It was like the desire that I had felt for him all day was raging now, and I gave myself over to it. I thought of nothing but Will, what he was doing, how he moved his hands and the feeling of his tongue on my skin. I felt him move over me, the length of him hot and hard against my thigh. The hand that traced over my skin was wet, wet with my own desire. I looked to him, holding himself above me and with a silent question in his eyes. I nodded, letting my hands wrap around his shoulders. He used one hand to guide himself, and I shivered as I felt the hardness against me. Will moved slow, pressing himself into me, and I tried to relax. But this was so much more than his fingers, blunter and wider, and I winced.

"Sorry, sorry." He panted, stopping.

I shook my head, "It's fine, you're just, just big. Just go slow." He resumed at a snail's pace, until he stopped again. I looked down between us, our hips flush to each other and our hair mixed together. He was all the way in, which meant I wasn't a virgin anymore. Part of me felt like I should mourn that loss, but I was far too excited for what was to come. I closed my eyes, feeling him inside me. It didn't feel bad, just strange. It was similar to when we had pleasured each other, but the feeling was more than I had felt during those moments. The pain had died away, and I squeezed my muscles down there, feeling them clench around him. Will gasped, almost falling on top of me. I watched as he slowly moved back up, his face red and rather pained. I brushed my fingers against his face, "I'm sorry, was that wrong?"

"No, no it felt good." He sounded strained, his voice strangled in his throat. "Just warn me. I'm so close to spending myself Ana, God, you feel even better than I thought. You're so tight. I'll do my best, but God I want to move in you."

"You can move, just go slow." I shifted my hips, feeling as he began to move his. He withdrew himself slowly, and the feeling of emptiness only lasted for a moment before he began to move back in. It took a few more withdrawals before I began to feel the desire in my flaring again, the friction driving it. Will's face, his eyes closed and his jaw clenched, was facing away from me, towards the wall. I brought a hand up, brushing his cheek. "Faster?"

His eyes flashed open, and he began to move his hips faster. He smiled as I gasped, the pleasure in me building as he stroked in and out of me. "Better?"

"Faster, oh God Will, please." I began moving my own hips to meet his, the feeling between us building. I felt Will move a hand between us, teasing the spot of me that held my pleasure. I couldn't help but twitch as he rubbed at it, still thrusting in me. It was all so much, him on me, touching me, in me, and I could barely think. I felt my muscles began to seize, a cramp that I knew heralded the pleasure to come. My voice, rough from the moans that Will had been drawing out of me, was barely more than a whisper. "Please, I'm so close, Will. God, Will." I hadn't known he could move faster, he was barely out of me before he began to thrust back in, his hips moving like a piston. The cries coming from my throat were high and I would have felt embarrassed but suddenly I didn't care anymore. All I cared about was the pleasure that had crested through me, the way my muscles clenched around Will as he was still moving against me, my neck arching as it seemed every piece of me was a tense as a plucked string before falling into that delicious pleasure. He slowed his pace for a moment, his breathing rough as he seemed to savor the way I clenched around him.

"Ana, God." Will's voice was hoarse, and he groaned as he kept moving. "I've-I've wanted this for so long." I brought my hands up, holding his face near mine. It was amazing how much the face of desire looked painful, especially when he suddenly moaned, tensing in my hands. It was strange to feel his release in me, a warmth that settled in me even as he withdrew. Will rolled off, looking down at himself. "I'm sorry."

I looked down, I could see a little blood on the sheets. "Don't be, it's not that much. And it didn't hurt, it felt amazing." I got up from the bed, moving to my bathroom. I kept some cloths there for my monthly and I used them to wipe myself clean. I could see his seed mixed with the blood, it was dripping down my thighs, and I brought a cloth back. Will had his arm over his eyes, and I sat down, using the cloth to clean him. "Really, Will. Don't think you hurt me."

"Ana," He cracked an eye open, watching as I brushed the small bit of blood off of his thighs. "We're not doing it again until you stop bleeding."

"How long does that take?" I couldn't help but be curious. If it was going to take an entire week like my monthly, I might go mad. I wanted him in me again, already, and the pain had receded. I was a little tired though, and I tossed the cloth aside. Perhaps a little nap, and then he could take me again.

Will turned as I settled next to him, "I think it should be done by the morning. God, it felt good to have you like that."

"It felt good to have you in me," I felt my cheeks burn, "Is it always like that? It felt so strange at first, not bad, just new."

"You'll get used to the feeling, but I'll always try to make sure you enjoy it." Will set his head back onto the pillow, his arm pulling me close. "This has been a hell of a day."

"Then you had better get some sleep, husband." I pressed myself to his side.

"You'll be the one needing sleep soon, wife."