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Date Posted: 13:04:29 05/03/07 Thu
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's message, "How We Became Us - story after Custody in the series" on 22:53:25 04/29/07 Sun
CHAPTER FIVE - The Wedding Night
Harm and Mac had slipped easily out of the ballroom. Outside the ballroom door, Harm took Mac's hand and headed for the elevators. He pushed the 'up' call button, and they stood in silence as if speaking would alert their guests in the ballroom that they'd escaped. Mac was scanning the area around them to see if any of their guests were looking for them and didn't see Harm remove the plastic card from his pocket. He read the sticky note attached to the front of the card: Tenth floor, room 1025, and then slipped the card back into his pocket. The ding of the elevator's arrival signaled that they were about to make a clean getaway. The couple moved quickly into the elevator, and Harm pushed the '10' button.
The doors closed. "My room's on the fourth floor," Mac reminded him.
"But our room's on the tenth," Harm replied.
"Does this have anything to do with what Frank handed you?"
"Yes, he gave me the key to our room and the keys to my rental car. I had Frank move my rental. I know that most of our guests probably wouldn't even know that it was mine, but for those who would, if it had been parked in exactly the same place, they might realize that we hadn't left the hotel."
"Frank knows we're here."
"Yes, but someone needed to. I'm to slip our room key under his door when we leave the hotel in the morning. He'll come in and pick up your wedding dress and my dress whites and anything else that's wedding related that we don't want to take with us."
"Oh, that's a good idea." She moved closer to him. "You gonna tell me where we're going now?" The elevator made that ding sound, alerting them to their arrival on the tenth floor. "Saved by the bell, Rabb."
They stepped off the elevator, and the sign on the wall pointed to the right for rooms 1015-1025. A few moments later, Harm was swiping the keycard in the door. The indicator light turned green, and Harm reached for the knob and pushed the door open. He waited a moment to make sure that the door would remain open before turning towards Mac. The next thing Mac knew, her feet were leaving the floor. He'd scooped her up to carry her over the threshhold.
Harm turned around with Mac in his arms, and Mac pushed the door closed. Harm then put Mac down, but didn't let go, opting to pull her into a kiss. The kiss came to a natural close, and they took a moment to look around the room. Mainly, they wanted to check out the bed, but they did take in the warm colors in which the room was decorated before they took in the comfortable looking oversized bed. "Harm, the room is lovely, but I'd like to freshen up and change, and my luggage is on another floor."
"No, it's here." He scanned the room and saw their bags on a stand near a door that was probably the entrance to the bathroom. He pointed. "Over there."
"Frank, too?"
"Yeah."
"Are we going to San Diego for our honeymoon?"
"No. What makes you think that?"
Mac turned her back to Harm. "Unzip me, please." He reached for the zipper. "I heard you tell your mother to ask Frank why you didn't want to use their house for our honeymoon. Why did you say that if we aren't going to San Diego while they're here?"
He began pulling the zipper down her back. "They own a couple of houses, not just the one in San Diego, and Frank and I were talking about one of the others."
"Why didn't you want to use the house then?"
He finished unzipping the dress and turned her to face him. "If we used the house, we'd have to starve, go out to eat, or we'd have to cook and clean up after ourselves. If we stay at a hotel, we can have room service."
"Why did your mother need to know that?"
"It's a long story." He knew how to stop the questions and placed his lips on hers in a gentle kiss.
"Why are we leaving in the morning? Aren't there any planes to 'it's a surprise' leaving tonight?"
"You're sure full of questions." He gave her a quick peck to her lips. "If you must know, I added up the time that it takes to get to the airport and through security, the flight and waiting for our luggage..." He blushed. "I didn't think that I'd be able to wait that long." He pulled her into a much more passionate kiss.
She didn't say it out loud, but she was thinking that he was right. She didn't know if she could've waited either. "I want to get more comfortable. It'll probably take me a few minutes, so you should get more comfortable, too."
Mac stopped at her bags, grabbed some items and disappeared into the bathroom.
Hotel Capri - Room 1025
Five minutes later
Harm had gone to the door and hung the cheesy looking DO NOT DISTURB sign on the doorknob. When he closed the door, he made sure that it was shut, locked, and dead bolted, because, tonight, he didn't want any interuptions. He unbuttoned and removed his jacket.
Five minutes later
Harm had surveyed the room and glanced through the items in the mini bar. He went to the bathroom door and hollered through. "Mac, do you want anything to drink or something?"
"No, I'm fine, thanks."
He removed his shoes and socks and added them to the stack of his clothing for Frank to pick up in the morning.
Five minutes later
Harm didn't want to take off too much and appear too anxious, but he was running out of things to do. He shed his t-shirt and added it to his pile of clothing.
Five minutes later
Harm opened a bottle of water. He was trying to stay busy and not think. He took a mouthful of the water and swallowed. What was she doing in there?
Five minutes later
She'd been in there twenty-five minutes now. He'd finished the water and turned down the bed before beginning to pace. He walked towards the bathroom door and tapped lightly and asked, "Are you all right in there? Do you need some help?"
"I'm fine. I'll be out in a minute."
Harm walked to the another side of the room and paced between the bed and the door. Well, she hadn't junped out the window, but what was taking her so long? He started a silent debate in his head. Take the pants off too or leave them on. He was getting more anxious by the minute. He'd never be able to tell his modern, independent bride about the feelings that he was having about their union tonight. He recognized that his feelings were a bit prehistoric, but it was the way he was feeling, nonetheless. Until they consummated their marriage, they were married, but she wasn't his wife. He wanted her as his wife. He wanted to know that she was his. He certainly would never force her to do anything that she didn't want to do, but he wanted her in a way that he'd never wanted any other woman before.
Hotel Capri - Room 1025
Bathroom
Thrity minutes after Mac had entered it
Mac had needed the first fifteen minutes in here to take off her veil, get out of her wedding gown and hang it up, and shed her underclothes. Then she'd needed five minutes to put on the floor length ivory colored silk and lace nightgown, brush her hair and and freshen her lip gloss.
Five minutes ago, when Harm had knocked on the door to check on her, she'd been sitting on edge of the bathtub, trying to get over the dizzy feeling that she was having.
For the last five minutes, she'd been standing in front of the bathroom mirror, looking at her reflection. She needed to be sure that she was ready to go out there. She'd bought this nightgown just for tonight. Why was she standing in the bathroom and feeling so nervous? She'd been with a man before. She'd even been with this man before. Hell, she'd even been married before. That's when it hit her. She was married, really married. She'd always found it hard to consider that her marriage to Chris had been real. Yes, legally, they'd been married, but they'd been drinking when they'd gotten married, and their wedding night was a drunken blur to her. This afternoon, she'd been sober when she'd said her 'I do's'. She was really married, and her husband was on the other side of that door waiting for her, his wife.
Harm was pacing, and his back was to the bathroom door when Mac finally worked up the courage to pull the bathroom door open after being in there for thirty minutes. She opened the door just a crack at first, and then took in a deep breath before stepping out of the bathroom. She saw that Harm’s back was to her and she slowly let out the breath that she'd been holding.
Harm was preoccuppied with his thoughts and didn’t realize that she’d finally come out of the bathroom.
Mac moved closer, but stayed a few paces away from him. Hoping that she wouldn’t startle him, she spoke softly. “I’m sorry that it took me so long. … I wanted to be sure that I looked okay.”
He turned and took in the sight of her in an ivory colored satin, spaghetti strap nightgown. “You look lovely.”
As he closed the distance between them, he added, “To be honest, you’ve never looked anything but beautiful to me.”
His hands came to rest on her bare arms. “You’re trembling. Are you cold?”
“No.”
“What is it then?”
“It’s silly.”
He wrapped his arms around her. “I’m sure it isn’t silly.”
“Yes, it is. I’m nervous.”
“Nervous about…” Mac looked up at him with a look that left no doubt that she was nervous about the wedding night. Harm did think that it was a little silly, but it was sweet at the same time. With his own feelings about the wedding night, he had no right to say anything about the way she was feeling. “You know, I read that around seventy percent of newlyweds don’t consumate their marriage on their wedding night.”
Mac wondered where he'd read it, but she didn’t ask. “Really, I wonder why.” She really wasn’t expecting an answer, but she got one.
“The article gave the reasons of: too tired from the wedding and reception, by the time they traveled to their honeymoon destination it was the next day, or one or the other of the couple were too drunk, and a few listed that they were too nervous.”
“We didn’t serve alcohol at the reception, and I didn’t see you go to the cash bar outside the ballroom, so we can eliminate that. We didn’t travel, so…”
Harm’s lips came over hers in a searing kiss. He loved her more than he thought loving someone was possible.
His kiss is what she needed. The simmering desire that she had for him was brought to the surface by his kiss, and her nervousness was replaced by passion.
They kissed and kissed some more, each kiss more passionate and hotter than the previous one. Each kiss was like adding another log to a fire that was already ablaze. They were both hot and flushed.
After an unknown number of kisses, Harm scooped Mac up into his arms, moved to the bed and placed her down on it. Then it hit him. The room was bright with light. The one other thing that he could have done while he'd been waiting for her was now obivous. He could've flicked the light switch by the door so that the larger, brighter lights would have been off. He left Mac on the bed and moved to shut off the overhead lights. Having switched off those lights, he walked towards the bed, unfastening his pants as he approached the little shelf where he'd placed his other discarded clothing. He removed his pants and added them to the pile before moving towards the bed.
Mac watched as his tall form moved towards her, and she moved into a kneeling postion for a better view. His muscular chest with a smattering of hair narrowed to a waist proportioned nicely to the rest of him. As he came closer, the bulge in his boxers was obvious. A flash of heat coursed through her body at the thought of having him inside her again. Her eyes moved down his muscular legs as he came closer. The scar on one shin from the injury that he'd sustained while saving her from being hit by a car years ago was visible to her. He now stood at the edge of the bed in only his boxers. She lifted her gown off over her head, revealing her near perfect body.
“I’m ready. Are you?”
His boxers were a memory a second later, and he climbed into bed with her. Taking it slowly at first, they kissed while their hands roamed. Tonight would be the same slow and gentle lovemaking that they'd experienced before. Nothing new, but somehow, it was as if it were the first time. In fact, it was the first time as husband and wife. They enjoyed each other until need took charge, and then he moved his body into position over hers.
As they both neared the height of their union. Mac asked. “Together forever now?”
“Yes, together forever,” he replied.
A few moments later, the last of his energy drained into her. They then lay together and whispered "I love you" to each other in panting, breathless voices.
At last, they were husband and wife.
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