*mental image moment*
Shelagh woke to the noise of the rain against window in their bedroom. It must have been raining the whole night, she thought.
Mrs Turner… That’s how the waiter called her during the dinner.
She cuddled thinking about the name that made her his, not in a material way, as Sister Julienne had told her she belonged to no one but herself, but in a way where her mind, her heart and the deepest parts of her soul would always be his not because she was his wife in front of the law, but because she was so in the eyes of God.
She smiled to herself when she felt Patrick’s hand on her belly and slowly started to rub the back of it; her wedding ring shone in the morning light.
The storm had broken up after the reception of the wedding and, finding no trace of umbrellas in the car, they had to run to the house, now their house, and despite it being at a very close distance and Patrick’s jacket used to shelter them, they both were completely wet as they stepped inside.
He grabbed her hand to bring her closer and started singing in her ear. It was still a surprise to her how a clever dancer he was, she didn’t know until few hours before on the dance floor when Trixie wouldn’t let him sit down.
“Some quiet evening I sit by your side and we are lost in a world of our own…”
They danced for a while, Shelagh felt weightless in his arms as he so skillfully drove her all around the room
“I feel the glow of your unspoken love, I’m aware of the treasure that I own, And I say to myself it’s wonderful, wonderful, oh so wonderful my love”
Until he ended the swirling with a casquet that made him moan in pain and Shelagh chuckle as he clumsily helped her standing up.
“Don’t ask me to do that again, please” He smiled stretching his back then approached her to play with the fabric of her dress “You should change into something dry”
“Yes” she acknowledged looking up at him with her wide eyes.
In those moments of silence that were only interrupted by the voice of the rain she slowly turned her back to him and with her hand moved her hair away from her neck.
He immediately understood and got closer to breathe in the scent of her locks before helping the zip of her dress down her spine. Once down his hands came back, up to her shoulders to drag the sleeves down her arms.
“Turn to me”
He whispered, gentle yet firm, into her ear as soon as she was free of the corset and placed his hands on her waist to accompany her to face him again.
Without speaking a word he dragged the skirt down, brushing distractedly her hand-made slip.
It took him just few moments, but to Shelagh it could have easily been an entire lifetime and when he finally stood up she moved a hand to his cheek and looked for his lips.
She stopped few inches from his mouth and didn’t need to say much to let him know what she was thinking.
A smile did it for her.
She whispered against his lips; to that Patrick eagerly responded with a kiss.
It wasn’t the first time they waited for each other’s lips, nor the first time their tongues danced together perfectly synchronic. It wasn’t even the first time his arms encircled her waist and slightly lifted her up to bring her closer to him.
But it was the first time they were doing it as husband and wife and everything was as it should be.
Shelagh’s hands pushed his waistcoat off his shoulders while his body drove hers through the stairs and when she almost lost her balance his arms tightened the grip on her
He smiled once more against her lips before pressing her to the handrail to kiss her properly.
It took them less than a blink of an eye to enter the bedroom where Shelagh started unbuttoning his shirt while kissing his neck; he trembled under her hands, and when she distractedly found her way to his belt he couldn’t help but swallowing soundly and let his trousers fall on the floor before guiding her on the bed. Shelagh couldn’t tell the exact moment she raised her arms to let him take off her slip, but she realized it was no longer on her when her back met the softness of the sheets.
He made it slow despite the exhausting – maddening – waiting, despite how much he had so shamefully desired her since the day of the three legged race, fighting back his needs to care for hers, ignoring Shelagh’s more or less unaware attempts to break his self control.
Yes, it was slow, slow and beautiful as he drove her into her most intimate sensations, as he kissed her jaw line, her neck, her breast, as her hands played with his hair and guided him down to her stomach until she couldn’t help but beg him
“It could…” He gently removed a lock from her face “It could hurt a little”
She opened her eyes and met his forehead with hers
If there was pain she didn’t notice for it was washed away by the sudden storm of feelings that pervaded her as he whispered words of love in her ear.
She came alive in his arms.
When she opened her eyes again, still trembling beneath him, she found him watching her attentively.
“Are you alright?”
“Yes… yes… yes” She kissed him leaving her tears on his face “You? I know I’m not…”
“You are perfect”
He brushed her nose and moved beside her so they were facing each other very closely.
Shelagh blushed in the light of a shy dawn remembering how it started all over again. Suddenly a thunder echoed in the room, but Patrick didn’t wake up, yet he moved her closer to him and she adjusted her body to his and fell asleep once more.