Author's note: This came from a mental image Katesfire described when we were discussing wedding night scenarios for J/C. Hopefully my attempt to put it into words does justice to what she imagined.

Thanks also to: Helen, for giving it a lookover and for the title suggestion.


Alone at last.

The ceremony had been heartfelt and beautiful, the gathering of their unique little family exciting and joyous. The party was still going strong, but they had escaped to their haven, more than ready to spend the next three days indulging in shared solitude.

One by one, the fasteners came apart, nimble fingers tracing a path along her exposed spine as his lips caressed the nape of her neck, murmuring her name into her skin. Leaning into his touch, she closed her eyes and reveled in the joy that this was only one of many nights to come.