Bloodlines

There are a lot of things that happen when you get married. The first of which, is having your friends and family dress you like you're suddenly incapable of doing it yourself. After Teren escorted me from that fateful guest room, he took me back to Ashley's room, where even I could hear the ruckus laughter emanating. The two girls inside were sipping on glasses of champagne, and doing last minute adjustments to their hair and makeup when we opened the door.

Tracey squealed when she saw Teren standing beside me, both giving him congratulations for the upcoming nuptials, and admonishing him for confiscating me for a quickie before the ceremony. Neither one of us wanting to explain what had just happened, we let her think that. Plus, Teren was shirtless, since I was wearing his t-shirt (I couldn't have walked into that room with a blood-soaked boob now, could I? Not without squeals of a different kind). And as Teren had felt the need to escort me all of the way into Ashley's room, claiming he was worried I'd get sick again, when really, I think he just needed the comfort of my presence, after the tension with Ben, sex was really our only cover story.

Teren took the commotion (and Tracey's relentless teasing about the absence of my shirt) with an embarrassed grace. His eyes betraying the true worry he felt over recent events, he kissed me softly on the head and told me he'd see me at the altar. Those words passing his lips had a way of making me forget that a friend had discovered our secret. That was, until he left and I was attacked by Tracey. Having her fuss over me, while I discreetly slipped on a bra of Ashley's (thank goodness we were nearly identical in more ways than one), reminded me that Hot Ben was no longer clueless Hot Ben. As Tracey stripped off my clothes, I hoped Ben wouldn't break Teren's heart.

The second thing about getting married, besides no one letting you do anything for yourself, is that you're not allowed any freedom. Once I was in my white gown, I may as well have secured myself in heavy manacles, down in the deepest dungeon. True, it was the nicest dungeon on earth, but still, I wasn't allowed to leave Ashley's room. A prisoner in white satin and a crystal tiara. Only bathroom breaks were being allowed, and even those were monitored and supervised, the hallway cleared of outsiders like my friends were the secret service and I was some foreign dignitary.

I was allowed a few visitors to help me pass the time, mainly family, so really, just Mom and Alanna, so I had to watch the growing festivities through the window. Through my peephole into the real world, I could see one of the pastures near the front of the house, where Jack and Jack's trusted hired hand, Peter Alton, were having guests park their cars. Some of the more uppity looking people did not looked pleased about walking through the mud to get to the house. I smiled, knowing their view of the ranch would change dramatically, once they got inside.

The time passed slowly, my nervous energy dissipating a little in my boredom, as I watched distant relatives and friends of friends walk through the muck to come view my wedding to a vampire. Mom and Ashley regaled me on tales of what such-and-such a cousin was wearing, and how the forty year old ex of a far-off uncle had brought her twenty year old boyfriend. I laughed with them at their stories, and then the group of us started taking candid photographs.

Teren and I weren't doing the traditional posed photos. We'd rather have everyone looking natural and causal, so we could remember people how they really looked. Like Teren had said, "Capture people in their natural environment." As my friends and I snapped at least three dozen "natural" photos, and a couple risque ones of me for Teren, it was finally time to face the music. The wedding march music, to be more precise.

That brings me to the last thing that happens at weddings. Your friends become your ability to stand up straight and walk upright, as your body becomes so overwhelmed with love and terror and excitement, that the very act of breathing becomes too difficult to do properly. With my entire body lightly shaking, the closest people in my life led me away, supporting me with their arms wrapped around my laced covered ones. We slowly walked down the hallway to a side door that led out back to the pool. Out back to where my vampire was dressed to the nines, and probably waiting just as anxiously as I was, only with every eye already on him. I gave a nervous titter at the thought of him all antsy out there. I really hoped Hot Ben was still standing beside him.

My nerves shot to near panic level when the door was opened and the sound of orchestral music, mixed with the smell of lit candles, filtered back to me with the swirling air wrapping around my body, the slightly colder air from the outside forcing back the warmer air from the inside. As my comforts started leaving me one-by-one to set the stage before me, I clasped on to my anchor, my lifeline - my mother.

Once Ashley and Tracey had left me, and mom and I were alone in the hallway, I turned to her, grasping her upper arms as icy terror flooded through me. "Mom, I can't do this."

She calmly looked me over, tears in her eyes as she gently stroked my cheek with her thumb. All she said was, "He loves you...and he's waiting."

A calm peace flowed through me. He loved me...and I loved him. That's all that mattered. I nodded, a true smile breaking over my face as my mom and I hugged. I clung to her, to that last tie of my childhood that I was truly leaving behind, and felt the tears sting my eyes already.

I vaguely heard the music that was my cue, and vaguely heard my mother tearfully tell me that it was time as she handed me my bouquet of flowers. Grabbing them with one hand, I wrapped my other around her arm, pulling strength from the contact. Then she led me out those doors, and led me to my future.

The rustle of people standing was what I noticed first. I couldn't really see much, and I was supremely grateful that Mom wasn't leaving my side, as tears hazed over my vision. I could make out the red of the carpet that was leading me to the white canopy, holding every person in this world I cared about. I felt the bodies standing around the outskirts of the tent, too many people inside to all fit well, and felt the heat of the outdoor lamps as we passed by them.

A whispering followed me wherever I went, and I could just make out the words - "beautiful", "gorgeous", "wonderful". I tucked the praises away in my brain, storing them away for later days, when I knew I'd need the positive reinforcement. Then Mom and I were under the tent and my hazy vision turned crystallized. The tears in my eyes caught the twinkling lights strung everywhere underneath the canvas and expanded them to glowing snowflakes. The spectacular beauty of them stole my breath as we walked along that red carpet leading me to the altar.

Then the water in my eyes became too great to bear, and the heavy tears dropped to my cheeks. As they did, my vision cleared and Teren was the first thing I saw. Teren was the only thing I saw. I was positive more people were in the tent, I could still hear the whispering above the procession of the music, but I took no note of them. My soon-to-be husband was waiting, and with tears on his cheeks too as he smiled at me.

I held his pale gaze as more tears dropped off my cheeks, staining my dress. I didn't care, I barely noticed. Mom brought me ever closer to him and my breath came faster with each step. He was mine, he was waiting. His smile was glorious as he stood in his jet-black tuxedo, matching his jet-black hair, his hands calmly clasped together in front of himself. He stood tall and straight, the sharp tux, with a button collar instead of a tie, and a silver vest peaking out underneath the jacket, emphasizing every enticing thing about him.

He was...perfect.

As my mother handed me off to him, something inside me changed as well. As his cool hand took mine, I felt something shift inside me, some instinct buried deep within me, something that told me that everything was going to be fine, because we were now in this together - for life. I'd never worried about Teren straying on me, not with what we meant to each other, but as his fingers interlaced mine, a calm assurance filled me. This man would love me, with the same intensity that had driven him to throw Hot Ben against a wall to protect me, until my very deathbed. My looks, my body, my mental facilities...none of that fading from me, would keep him from my side.

I turned to him, facing him, suddenly feeling as if the rest of this ceremony wasn't even necessary. I completely understood what he'd meant when he told me once, that in his eyes, I was his the day I'd saved him. That, to him, I was already his wife. And he was right. We were already married, already bound, in our souls, if not on some legal document.

My eyes lost in his, I heard the gruff voice of their friendly hired hand fill the space of the tent. There were introductions and a poetic rendering on the meaning of love, and, although I never turned from Teren to look at him, I imagined the leathery Jack Palance-like man speaking of love, and couldn't suppress a giggle. Peter Alton led the crew that helped the family out throughout the year (more for show than anything else) and he was pure cowboy, rough and hard, and with a heart of gold. Or so I had to believe, since I also believed he was well aware of the family's true nature, and worked for them anyway.

As he got to the section about exchanging rings, Teren's eyes finally pulled away from mine. He looked behind him to his dad, who handed him my ring, a beaming smile on his aged face as he stood next to his son. It was probably a little odd to my distant relatives that Teren's dad was standing up as his best man, instead of some twenty something guy, but that was just Teren's family. They were close. As Teren turned back to me, I looked past Jack and felt myself sigh with relief. Hot Ben was standing beside him, looking pale and nervous, and eyeing Teren cautiously. I knew from his behavior that he still remembered what Teren was, and he'd decided to stand beside him anyway. Again, I could have kissed Ben.

Finally registering what I needed to do, I turned to Ashley standing beside me, her blood red dress making her look elegantly beautiful, the elaborate curls on half of her head facing the direction of the crowd. From their perspective, she'd look nearly normal. To me, she looked perfect. I gave her a quick hug, handing her my bouquet of white roses and then taking Teren's unadorned platinum band from her. I flashed a quick smile at Tracey behind her, looking exceedingly hot in her skintight dress and intricate up-do, and then turned back to Teren.

Opting for our own words instead of prepackaged ones (since nothing about our relationship was prepackaged), Teren began speaking to me as he slipped the ruby encrusted ring on my finger. I swallowed as silent tears ran down my cheeks.

"Emma Taylor, I think I fell for you, the moment you dumped your coffee all over my shirt." He grinned and a soft laughter went around the tent, followed by a round of soft sniffling. He tilted his head as he gazed at me adoringly. "I would have married you on that first day in the coffee shop, if you'd have had me."

I smiled at his sentiment and he stroked my fingers, once the ring was in place. "I promise you that I will always love you, that I will always take care of you, and that I will never let any harm come to you." A silence filled the tent as Teren's face got intensely serious at those words. I understood the meaning though, and even more tears slid down my skin.

Clutching my fingers, he added, "I will be your husband until the day I die." With tears building in his eyes and falling down his cheeks, he softly said, "I will love you, for the rest of my life."

A sob escaped me and tears fell rapidly at hearing those words, at seeing the tears running down his cheeks, at understanding what he really meant by that. When most grooms say things like that, they are assuming that they will live a long life together, and will each die within a relatively short amount of time of the other. With most men, those sentences merely imply that 'I will never love another while we are both alive, that I will never stray, and we will still be in love with each other on our deathbeds'.

But when Teren says those things, he knows, without a shadow of a doubt, that I will die before him, quite possibly, centuries before him. What he is really saying, is that he will literally mourn me, miss me, and love me...for eternity. That he will never move on from me, will never marry another. I will always be his wife, no matter how many hundreds of years we were apart. It was a heartbreaking admission and I openly sobbed. I heard others sniffling at his sentimentality, but really, only his family understood our true pain at those beautifully simple, yet horribly complex words.

Knowing I was skipping a step, I reached up and kissed him. The sniffling in the crowd shifted to laughter and Peter coughed and said, "We're not there yet," but I ignored them. My man had just said something that deserved a bigger response than me sobbing in front of him. I poured my soul into that kiss, letting him know that I would make the short time we were together worth it. I would give him the memories he could take with him, for the rest of his supernaturally long life.

Finally we broke apart as the crowd openly laughed at us. I sniffled and wiped my eyes, muttering an apology to Peter. He smiled warmly at me, shaking his head and looking very debonair in his gray dress suit. He indicated the ring I was still holding, and I turned back to Teren, to slip it on his finger.

I said something, something warm and loving that brought tears to Teren's eyes and made him smile warmly at me. It wasn't nearly as moving as what he'd said, although the crowd still sniffled, not realizing just how heart-wrenching Teren's speech actually was. While I couldn't remember the words in my hormonal, emotionally charged vows, the overall sentiment was - I love you more than words can express, and that will never stop.

After that, we kissed again, and a laugh went over the crowd again until Peter finally gave up and simply proclaimed our kissing bodies husband and wife. I ignored the thunderous applause and the sensation of several bodies standing and clapping; I already knew we were husband and wife. Teren and I kissed, smiled and hugged. Finally we tore our attention off of each other, long enough to take in the crowd of well wishers.

I didn't know a lot of them, only having heard of them through family stories my mom told, but some were familiar and I smiled warmly at them. At the people I loved, I smiled brightly - My mother, her eyes a red, watery mess. Alanna, her eyes so pink from her pink tears, that she almost looked like she had an infectious disease. Imogen, who was clapping at us and swallowing repeatedly. I could tell she was forcing herself not to cry; vampires cried pure blood, and although that trait had faded away by the time it had diluted to Teren, it was still pretty obvious in the fifty percent vampire that was Imogen. Beside her, her bare arms wrapped around her daughter, was Halina. No tears were on the vampire's cheeks, nor did she seem to be holding back any, but her face beamed at us as she hugged Imogen.

After another moment of the clapping, Teren took my hand and led me down the carpet path placed over the Plexiglas floor above the pool. Along the sides of the carpet, I could see the pool water glowing blue, lit from the bulbs beneath it. Combined with all the candles and the twinkling lights above, the space was well lit, and no trace of a glow was in Teren's eyes as he shook hands with my relatives, no glow but a happy one, that is.

The music shifted to a happy beat as Teren and I drifted over to the barbeque area of the patio, where the tables of food were being set up. People congratulated us and gave me hugs. In fact, I hugged so many people that my automatic response to someone walking in front of me was to grab them and enclosed them in a teary embrace. Teren thought that was pretty funny, since I didn't even know the majority of the people's names.

Between the bustle of talking to strangers and having my sister shove some food in my mouth, some sort of teriyaki beef that was to die for, the folding chairs were swished off the pool, and the red carpet rolled away. As I noticed people starting to dance on the huge Plexiglas floor, I also noticed that the lights under the pool had started shifting to different colors in time to the music. They pulsed red and then blue and then a really beautiful green. I smiled around a mouthful of food at the beauty of my fairytale wedding. And I hadn't planned any of it really.

I firmly embraced and thanked every in-law I could find after that. With tears running down my cheeks, I even told Halina I loved her. She smirked at that, raised an eyebrow to Teren, and then proceeded to bump and grind a couple of my cousins on the dance floor, her super short, strapless dress, riding even higher up her toned thighs.

I pulled Teren out to that dance floor, and much to my mother's dismay, we danced all night long. People were so entertained by the environment and the food and the music, not to mention the wine and the huge hot tub that a few brave souls jumped in, that no one really noticed that we skipped over the cake cutting, just serving the slices instead, and no one gave any champagne toasts, we didn't need them anyway. Well, my mom noticed, trying to get me off the floor several times to do the "formally correct" wedding things, but I ignored her, only hugging Teren tighter as he twirled me around the see-through floor, and telling her we'd do it later. Of course, I had no intention of doing that, as my husband couldn't eat or drink, and I was not about to subject him to another round of blood-chucking on our wedding night. I had much more appealing plans for him than that.

Eventually, Mom let it die, Alanna helping with that by keeping her occupied on the floor with her and Ashley. When it was horribly late at night, the revelers finally started dispersing. I cried and hugged each one, telling my third cousin, Tyra, that I loved her and we'd get together soon, even though we'd never hung out before and I wasn't even sure of her last name.

When just a handful were left, and Teren and I were sleepily slow dancing, Hot Ben and Tracey came up to us. Teren stopped our movement and we broke apart, both of our eyes on Ben. Tracey, oblivious and slightly tipsy, congratulated us both and gave us each long hugs and sloppy kisses on the cheeks. After pulling apart from Teren, which made Ben clench his jaw, she slurred, "It's getting cold out here." With a grin she added, "You should go upstairs before Teren turns into a Popsicle."

I giggled at that, but stopped when I noticed the pale look on Ben's face. Teren extended a hand out to the side of the pool and asked Ben to talk to him for a minute. Ben swallowed, but eventually nodded, looking around at all the human witnesses before he did so.

I sighed at his reluctance to be alone with him, and without seeming like I was eavesdropping, which I was, I turned to Tracey, who muttered to me, "Did you see Ben during the ceremony?" She shook her head, her now freed blonde curls dancing, "You'd think he was getting married up there, by how nervous he was."

I giggled self-consciously as Tracey frowned at her seemingly reluctant to commit boyfriend. I was pretty sure that that wasn't the case, since Ben adored Tracey, but I couldn't really explain the reason for Ben's nerves to her, so I didn't comment. Luckily I didn't need to, as a beaming Ashley joined us.

"We're gonna take off, sis," Ashley said brightly.

I cocked my head at her. "You're not gonna stay until tomorrow?"

She shook her head and she and Tracey both giggled. "No way, we don't want to be anywhere near you on your big night."

I flushed furiously and smacked her arm. "God, Ashley. We're in a different building for goodness sake." I wasn't worried about their ears hearing us anyway.

She and Tracey exchanged a look and then they laughed again. "Yeah, we know." I completely couldn't hear what Ben and Teren were talking about, over their fresh bout of giggles, but figured Teren would tell me later. Wife's privilege, right?

I sighed and smacked them again before they went off to pack their stuff. As they walked away, Teren and Hot Ben came back. They both looked worn, but had slight smiles on their faces. As Ben gave me a hug goodbye, I watched Teren over his shoulder. He cocked his dark head, listening, and then muttered something under his breath. I knew he was talking to his family, and could easily imagine which one. As Ben and I broke apart, I looked over to the other end of the dance floor. Halina was staring at us unabashedly, her eyes narrowed in disapproval as she stood still amid the handful of dancers left.

Ben noticed my gaze and looked at her too. He sucked in a quick breath as he caught her glaring at him. I think if Halina had made the slightest move towards us, he'd have bolted. "Oh god, did she hear Teren and me talking? Does she know that I know?"

I didn't need to answer him, for Halina, several feet away from where he'd whispered that, nodded, slowly and deliberately. There was no question that she was answering him. He gasped and backed up into Teren. Teren put a hand out to steady him and Ben looked back, a little unsure about his closeness. Teren kept his eyes on Halina, as he firmly said, "You won't be bothered, Ben. You're free to go home, if you wish."

Halina shifted her gaze to Teren, clearly not happy about that, but made no move to disagree with his decree. Ben took Halina's distraction as a chance to scramble away from us. I sighed as I turned to watch him leave, both grateful that he'd chosen to remember, and sad that he wasn't as instantly okay with it as I had been. Although, when it came to Halina, even I had needed a minute to adjust. Teren's eyes still on Halina, I heard him mutter, "We'll talk about this later."

Halina shot him a glare and then turned to walk away from the pool, out the back of the patio where she could disappear into the night. I figured a cow or two were going down tonight and I hoped no humans were, deserving or not. Teren sighed and looked down on me, an arm wrapping around my satiny waist. I sighed as I wrapped an arm around him.

"So?" I asked.

He shook his head. "He says he wants to remember...but I feel like he, just as much, wants to forget." His eyes looked sad as he softly smiled. "I don't know if we'll ever be the same, but I don't think he'll say anything." His eyes lifted to a point off to his right, where he could sense his great-grandmother in the darkness. "And if he does...she'll take care of it."

I patted his chest, leaning into his side in sympathy. I knew what that friendship had meant to him, and I hoped it could somehow survive. Before I could respond to him, the rest of the guests started coming up, saying their goodbyes. My mother said it last, wishing us well, but not wanting to stay and pester our first night together. I automatically put a hand on my ever-so-slightly expanded belly, thinking it was nowhere near our first night together, but understanding my mom's sentiment. In a way, it was our first night together, as husband and wife anyway.

As she left, Alanna came up to us. With tears in her eyes, she congratulated us both. Then she turned and started to walk away, towards the darkness Halina had disappeared into. "Where are you going?" I called after her.

She turned, a knowing smile on her lips. "We are all spending the night at the ranch hand's home." Her arm lifted to indicate the massive, empty spread. "You have the main house all to yourself."

I flushed everywhere as I stammered out a thank you. She shook her head and giggled, the youthful sound matching her youthful appearance, and then she blurred from sight. Teren chuckled at seeing her dash away, and then swept me into his arms, a broad smile on his face. "Mrs. Adams, are you ready to retire for the evening?"

I tightened my arms around his neck, pushing aside my embarrassment as the desire to rip off that incredible tuxedo struck me. "Oh, yes, Mr. Adams." I leaned in, giggling as I kissed him.

I felt his strong arms tighten and then the rush of air as he blurred us upstairs, no longer having to hide his abilities in this empty home. An empty home that for once wouldn't be privy to my moans of passion. I delighted in that fact, just as much as I delighted in the feel of his stubbly jaw along my sensitive skin.

He set me down beside our massive bed, a fire in the fireplace already going and dozens of candles around the room, already filling it with the heady scent of vanilla. The multiple flickering orange lights masked the glow of his eyes and emphasized the desire in them. He stepped away from me, his hands trailing down the lace sleeves as he took me in. "That dress...is spectacular," he murmured.

His eyes, combined with his feather-light touch down my arms, heated my core, made me start to burn with need for him. He inhaled deep, his eyes unfocused when they came back to mine. Stepping toward me, his body lightly brushing mine, he leaned in to whisper in my ear, "Do you have any idea how good you smell...when you're ready for me?" His nose ran up my bare throat, left purposefully unadorned for him, since my bare neck was what he preferred most, and a gasp escaped me, my knees feeling weak. "When you're wet...because of me?"

I could only groan at his erotic words, speech not really capable in my brain anymore. His cool lips closed over an earlobe as his hands ran up my back, the chilly fingers tracing the heart outline between my shoulder blades, giving me goose bumps. As his mouth shifted back to mine and my fingers traveled up to that dark, thick hair, he started popping open the pearl buttons along my spine.

He did each one at a slow, human speed, and it took awhile; they went all the way down to my backside. Then, with our mouths never stopping, he slipped the satin and lace material off my shoulders. His fingers followed the fabric down my arms and my breath picked up with each new inch of skin exposed. When my arms were free, his fingers explored the ribbon corset highlighting my ample cleavage before he let the dress drop. When all that remained was a satiny white pool of symbolic purity, he pulled away from my mouth and gazed at my body. His face was anything but pure as he took me in.

His breath heavier, he trailed one finger along the strap of my snow white bra. Achingly slow, he followed the strap down to the cup. My chest heaving at this point, he dipped his finger into the cup, twisting it, so the cool pad could caress the twin wounds he'd made earlier. I gasped at the sensation and the memory, and attacked his mouth, ripping his jacket off in the process.

He lifted my body out of the remnants of my heavy dress and set me on the bed. Leaning over me, still kissing, he helped me remove his shirt and vest and other fabulous adornments. When only his lower body was dressed, he straightened and looked down at me. Under his powerful gaze, my shaking fingers went to the button of his pants and slowly unfastened them. His hand came up to run through a curl in my up-do and as I, amazingly slow, opened the zipper of his black slacks, he pulled out the pins keeping my hair in place.

At the same time that I freed his pants and pushed them down his hips, he freed my hair and fluffed out the curls around my shoulders. He left the tiara on. He kicked off his shoes and socks after stepping out of his pile of pants and then, only in his black boxer-briefs, he leaned over me again, until I leaned all the way back on the bed. He sighed and scooted me up to the middle, pausing only slightly, to rapidly toss the mountain of decorative pillows to the floor.

His fingers traveled from my plain white, virginal looking bra to my not so virginal abdomen, holding his twins safely deep inside. As his cool body explored every inch of my heated flesh, I explored every inch of his. My hand ducked inside his underwear, eager to feel how ready he was. He did not disappoint. My hand tightened around his cool erection as he groaned low in my ear. Then he pulled my hand away from him and crouched over me.

"Give me fifteen minutes," he said, a playful grin on his face.

I frowned and sat up on my elbows. "Fifteen minutes? What for?"

His smile turned devilish. "It's a surprise, one you'll like."

I kept up my frown, but his playful smile intrigued me. "Fine...but after fifteen minutes, I start without you."

His smile dropped at that and his eyes dragged right down my body to stare at my underwear. I couldn't help but tease him, so I ran a perfectly manicured finger over the most sensitive part of me. He blurred out of the room after that.

While he was gone, I completely undressed and spread myself over the luxurious silk sheets, having tossed the covers to the floor, and let the firelight dance along my bare skin, making shapes and patterns in the hills and valleys. I started to feel my long, emotional day catch up to me, and hoped that whatever he was doing, he did it soon before I fell asleep. That would not be a satisfying wedding night story to tell Tracey, not that I'd be telling her much anyway.

Just when I was wishing I had his super senses and I could either hear him or sense where he was, he blurred back into the room. I gaped at the sight of him, just as he gaped at the sight of me. He looked no different than before, but he was completely naked now in the doorway, and his magnificent body was still completely ready for me. My body was instantly ready again too as anticipation shot through me.

His eyes lingered on my nakedness spread over the bed for him as he walked towards me. "You're so beautiful," he muttered before crawling over me. I started to respond to that as my arms instinctually went to embrace him, but the words froze on my tongue. My eyes widened in shock as he laid down on top of me, a small grin on his face at my reaction.

He was warm.

Every extremity of my body wrapped around him as I tried to process the now odd sensation. He was warm, really warm, slightly above my temperature. While I loved the cool sensation of him against my skin, feeling him this way brought back every memory of when he was alive. My eyes started to water as I caressed every section of that skin that I could find.

"How...?"

He grinned as I continued mauling him. Leaning down, he brought warm lips to my ear and I shuddered as his hot mouth sucked on a lobe. "Hot tub," he whispered.

It was only then that I noticed that the warm skin, while not damp, had that muggy feeling you get when you've been in water a long time. I also finally noticed that the edges of his hair was wet, not the top, just around the sides like he'd held his face under the water. I sighed contently and brought his mouth to mine. Even his tongue was warm.

"Oh my god, you're so warm...you're so warm." My hand ran down to the lower part of him, still completely hard, and now completely warm. "Oh my god..."

My eyes started watering and he stopped his chuckling to look over me. Confusion passed his eyes as he dried my tears. "I thought you'd like this...I'm sorry."

I immediately shook my head. "No, I do...I so do. I just..." I swallowed and made myself smile, made myself push back the emotion. "I love how you are...I even like the cold." My hands tightened over his body, drawing him even closer to me. "But like this..." I sighed as I hugged his head to me. "You feel alive again, Teren."

He exhaled and pulled back, gazing at me for a moment and then shaking his head. "I am alive, Emma." He smiled softly and rested his warm forehead to mine. "I may not be living...but I am alive."

He kissed me then, intently, like he could show me through physical contact what he meant. I reveled in him, in our mouths perfectly moving together, our hands clutching the other's warm flesh, our breaths fast, our sounds full of need, and his warm arousal sliding along the warmth of mine as our hips rocked together...just one shift by either of us and we'd officially consummate this marriage.

Getting lost in his temperature, I pushed his head down my chest. "I need to feel your heat...everywhere."

He groaned, obliging me with searing kisses down my body. "God, that's hot," he muttered into my skin. His hands and lips worked over my body, firing every sensitive stretch of skin he passed - a swell of my breast, a rigid nipple, the slight bulge of my stomach, the softness behind my knee, a tender spot on my inner thigh. And as his pleasantly warm tongue stroked and tasted the wetness between those thighs, I grabbed his head and loudly cried out, instantly grateful this house was empty.

As I came down off my orgasm, he flipped me over, bringing his attentions to the low of my back, my spine, my ribs, my shoulder blades. It was incredibly stimulating and I was instantly ready for him again. As his mouth sucked on his favorite part of my neck and his hands slid under me to caress my breasts, my head buried into my pillow and panting into the satin, I pushed my hips back into his warm ones, wanting him to enter me.

He growled low in my ear as his hands shifted to my hips, guiding me onto him. I gasped as his warmth filled me. His coolness was incredible, but so was him feeling alive again. He groaned and dropped his head to my shoulder, his warm chest resting flush to my back, heating me inside and out. His hips moved against me as I rocked back into him. I let him know exactly how incredible he felt to me and his left hand reached out to clutch mine. Our wedding bands clicked together as we grasped each other's fingers, nearly feeling like we were drowning in the pleasure engulfing us.

He trailed warm kisses along my shoulder blades as he moved over me and I angled my hips up to him, allowing him deeper access. Sitting back on my knees slightly, I felt a little submissive in the position I was in, which also felt appropriate. I was his. I wanted him to claim me. I wanted him to own me. And with each deep, groaning thrust, he was.

But as he was nearing his climax, he pulled out, quickly twisting me around to enter me again, but with us facing each other. His mouth came down to mine and he groaned in relief as our bodies resumed their rhythm. I felt like I understood as I wrapped my legs around him. He didn't want to come with me submissive. We were in this together, he wanted us to come together...as equals.

Breathing heavy in my ear, he muttered with a tight voice, "Oh god, Emma. It's so....it's so..."

His voice trailed off and I grabbed his head, muttering, "I know, I know, baby."

And I did know. We'd made love dozens of times. I mean, he'd already successfully impregnated me, but this, making love right now, it felt completely different and new. It felt like the first time. No, better than the first time, better than anytime. I wasn't sure why that was, but being with him like this, as his wife, was such a deeper connection than I ever expected to feel during sex.

I clutched him tight as I felt a second orgasm rising in me, almost scared to feel the intensity of it; I could even feel the tears rise in me. His hand reached over to grab mine, left to left again, and he squeezed us tight, his body rigid and lightly shaking with the force of the release building inside of him. Feeling more confident that we were going into this together, I relaxed the hold on my body and let the explosion hit me. And it was an explosion, bigger than anything I'd ever felt before, ever. I let out a long cry filled with all of the love and ecstasy that I felt pouring through me.

He continued to move in me, possessing me, filling me, overwhelming me, and then a moment later, his body stilled and he cried out, his moans matching my own, his orgasm as intense as mine. I felt the release as he spilled inside of me and nearly sighed that that also, was warm. With panting breaths and slight rocking movements, we maintained the sensation as long as our spent bodies would hold onto it, and then the feeling ebbed and only peace and satisfaction remained. And a whole lot of love. Always that.

He stayed on my chest, stroking my hair and kissing my forehead as I reveled in his still warm body on top of me. "I love you, wife," he said into my hair.

I looked up at him, the tears still in my eyes finally rolling down my cheeks. "I love you too, husband."