And Two Shall Become One

By Donna and Toni

The reception had lasted well into the night, but finally, the last guest had given the last congratulations (again) to the newly wedded couple, and they were free to go to their home. The young couple now stood at the door to their cottage, and for a long moment, neither one spoke, as they gazed into each other's eyes. Then, without a word, Philip swept Fiona into his arms, and, with her handling the opening of the door, carried her across the threshold of their home, then set her down, closing the door behind them. They were particularly pleased that they were alone in the house tonight, the usual fae residents having taken other lodgings for this particular evening. 

Fiona threw her head back and laughed. "Welcome to yer new home, husband," she said, moving into his arms for a kiss.  

He drew her close, smiling softly, "Thank ya, wife. It's a lovely home, especially with you in it." Then he kissed her sweet lips, thanking God he finally no longer had to worry about going too far; it still seemed like a dream! When the long and loving kiss finally ended, he looked down into her eyes and smiled, "It's late, and we've had a long day; I think we should get ta bed. What do you think?" He was trying not to appear *too* anxious, but his body against her was already betraying him. 

She laughed again. "Certainly, husband! Give me a few moments to change out of me wedding dress."  

"Okay," he agreed. He followed her into the bedroom, and sat on the bed to watch. He was no longer nervous about going too far with her; now he was nervous about appearing in too much of a rush to get there! He had no idea what the wedding night custom was for women of her time. Did she want to change into a nightgown, then have him take that off her? Was it okay for him to watch her get undressed, then come to her without benefit of a nightgown? Should he start with pajamas and let her take those off him? All this wondering was giving him a slight headache, so he finally chose to sit on the bed and watch her undress. If she didn't want him there, she'd tell him! 

His eyes widened as she took out a sheer lace nightgown from her wardrobe. She blew him a kiss and told him to get undressed for bed himself while she changed. Fiona then stepped into her tiny dressing room.  

Having no actual pajamas there (he hadn't thought he'd need them), he instead stripped down to his boxers and quickly got under the covers. At least the covers were hiding what was making its presence known even more obviously under the boxers, as he thought of her in that nightgown! He laid there with them up to his waist and waited, meanwhile praying that he didn't make a mistake with her tonight. He was the first man she'd be with, and he desperately did not want to hurt her or frighten her in any way. 

A few minutes later, she came out of the dressing room, her long black hair tumbling down in soft curls over the milky white skin of her shoulders. As Philip's rampant imagination had suggested to him, the nightgown did absolutely nothing to hide the beautiful body underneath it!  

He swallowed, his eyes wide as he looked her over slowly, from top to bottom, and when his eyes moved up to her face again, he said softly, "You are th'most beautiful woman I've ever seen, love. Come here and cuddle with me awhile," holding out his hand to her. He was pleased at the fact that it wasn't trembling too much at all! 

She smiled at him, and after dimming the lamps, slipped under the covers beside him. If she was nervous, she was hiding it well. 

He drew her close, inhaling her soft fragrance as he nuzzled her hair lightly, and told her, "I'll not hurt ya in any way, Fiona; if I'm goin' too fast, or doin' somethin' ya don't like, I expect ya to tell me. All right? We have all the time in the world." He knew that some of the men of her time didn't believe in wasting time on their wedding night, and he wanted her to know he was not of that ilk. 

They kissed as she snuggled up against him. Once he was sure she was relaxed and enjoying herself, Philip reached up and undid the ribbon that held the front of her gown together. It came open easily in his hand, and as her body was finally revealed with nothing in the way, he slid the hand under the gown to her bare back, stroking it gently for a few minutes before letting his hand slip lower, to the sweetly rounded curve of her rear, and stroking her there. He was watching her carefully for her reaction every moment; if she liked that, he'd move the hand to the front, but this was a good way to let her get used to the feel of  his hand on her bare skin. 

Her eyes closed, and she sighed with pleasure as he touched her. This was her wedding night! And when she woke in the morning, not only will their marriage have been consummated, but she would be an expectant mother as well!  

With the sign that he was indeed proceeding on the right track, he moved the hand around to her front and caressed her breasts tenderly, her nipples peaking readily between his fingers; when she moaned softly, he moved the hand lower at the same time his mouth took its place at her breasts. Her legs spread almost automatically for him, and he could tell by her breathing that she was well on her way to her very first climax. 

He took his time, making sure that she would have nothing but pleasure this first time of hers with him. "Oh, merciful heavens!" she squealed as the force of it finally overcame her.  

He smiled as he heard it, feeling her body writhing under his ministrations; while she recovered, he held her, at the same time slowly sliding the gown completely off her. She was now naked in his arms, and planned to put himself in the same condition just as soon as her gasping slowed fairly close to normal. 

"Wasn't that the grandest thing?" she sighed. Then with an impish grin, she reached down under the covers and started to push his boxers down.  

His eyes widened a little in surprise, but he certainly had no objection to that! He closed his eyes as she got them down far enough for him to kick them off, praying for self control once again; as he held her close, his erection pressing fully against her now, he reminded her that if she wanted to slow down or stop, for *any* reason, she was to tell him, and they would work it out. 

Stopping was the last thing on Fiona's mind! She had taken to heart all the good-natured advice she had been given at the shower!  

Figuring she'd tell him if there was anything wrong, Philip moved on top of her and, as he kissed her tenderly, slowly and carefully entered her. When he felt her barrier, he gave a quick push to get him through, then settled for a moment to give her time to get used to him inside her. He looked down into her eyes and asked, "All right so far, love?" 

"It's grand," she said with a chuckle, giving her hips a wiggle to take more of him inside of her. "Let's get on with it then!"  

He laughed softly, happier than he could say at her eagerness, and then did as his wife asked, started to move; within a few moments, she'd picked up his rhythm and was moving with him, their moans and sighs mingling between kisses, as they held each other tight. Philip managed to get her to come one more time before finally, unable to hold back any longer, he joined her on the next one, both of them moaning each other's names as they fell off the edge together. As they slowly calmed afterward, the young priest realized that he was now a father to be, and also knew the happiness he'd felt at marrying Fiona was increased more than he'd ever thought it could be. 

Cradling her into his arms, Philip sent up a silent prayer of thanksgiving for this chance to love a good woman as well as to serve God in the ministry here in this new world. Then with a happy, contented sigh, he joined his new wife in sleep.