“Alright, Lucius. We’ll go home. Let’s tell everyone goodbye,” she smiled shyly at her husband’s bold color. Lucius carefully took Ivy’s hand as they briskly made their way to Ivy’s parents and Lucius’s mother, who were talking and laughing together.

“Mother, Mr. and Mrs. Walker, Ivy and I are going home now,” Lucius stated, blushing slightly at the smirks on a few of the guest’s faces.

“Are you sure you want to leave so soon? The festivities have barely even begun!” Ivy’s mother stated, obviously just wanting to keep Ivy near her side a few minutes longer.

“Yes, Mama,” Ivy felt for her mother’s face and kissed her cheek, “We’re sure,” she felt her father’s bristly upper lip brush against her cheek.

“Well, Ivy my love, the wedding was beautiful,” Mr. Walker’s voice was emotional…more so than Ivy had ever remembered it being.

“Goodbye, Mama, Papa,” she hugged her parents tightly; “I love you both very much,” Ivy then took her husband’s hand again. After bidding Lucius’s mother goodbye, the couple made their way to their new home.

Ivy could feel her heart pounding her throat as they made their way, Lucius’s arm around her waist, their hands still joined.

Suddenly, Lucius stopped and picked up Ivy’s small, light body, Ivy squealed with surprise, instinctively throwing her arms around his neck.

“Lucius, you’re going to hurt yourself!” she laughed sweetly.

“I do not care,” he smiled at his new bride, “My wife,” he stated, his voice dripping with pride.

Lucius finally arrived at their new home and put Ivy down on the porch as he opened the door. Once it was opened completely, he picked her back up and carried her over the threshold.

“Welcome home, Mrs. Hunt,” Lucius whispered as he continued to carry Ivy through the house until he reached the bedroom.

Lucius smiled as he looked around the room and smiled at what he saw. Someone had completely furnished and decorated the room. There was a very large chest of drawers on one side of the room, dozens of lit candles were sitting on top of it. There was a beautiful deep blue quilt on the adequately sized bed in the middle of the room. A large window was gazing across the field behind the newly established home.

When he was done admiring the visual aspects of the room, he lay Ivy down on the bed and admired her. Carefully slipping beside her, he caressed her cheek lovingly, and chastely kissed her lips.

“I love you, Ivy,” he murmured in a low voice.

“I love you, Lucius,” Ivy pressed her lips to Lucius’s tentatively at first, then more passionately and hungrily.

Lucius knew that Ivy would not understand some of the feelings she would be feeling soon, so he let her lead the way, going as fast or as slow as she wanted.

Ivy pushed Lucius onto his back and lay partially on him as they kissed and held each other. When Ivy’s hands moved from Lucius’s hair to his chest, he immediately rolled her over onto her back, him leaning over her, but not on top of her, as his hands began to wander behind her shoulders to raise her up. When she had lifted off of the bed a bit, Lucius’s fingers instantaneously went to the buttons on the back of her dress, deftly unbuttoning each one, his lips moving from her mouth to her jaw and neck.

“Oh, Lucius,” the moment the words left her mouth, Ivy was very confused. She did not know why she had said such a thing; she only knew that there was a strange foreign ache in the pit of her stomach, almost like she had had too much cider to drink.

Lucius smiled as he kissed the smooth apricot flesh of Ivy’s neck, slowly working his way down until all of the buttons of her dress were undone. He leaned back and brushed a stray hair from her face with one hand as the other pulled the delicate fabric off of Ivy’s shoulders.

Ivy was blushing furiously and panting like a dog, her heart racing as it never had before. She felt horridly embarrassed as she heard Lucius’s sharp intake of breath once the flesh of her breasts had been exposed.

Lucius felt his mouth go dry and his pulse fly to new heights when he looked upon Ivy’s naked body. He had never seen a woman’s body before, but he was sure that Ivy’s was exceedingly beautiful and special. Very cautiously he kissed Ivy’s lips again and allowed his hand to travel down her arm and carefully touch the curve of her breast.

Ivy immediately gasped into the kiss and Lucius slightly moaned. Never had the pair felt such strange, wonderful, frightening feelings.

Ivy, tired of being the only bare person in the room, reached for Lucius’s shirt and began to unbutton it. This surprised Lucius greatly, as he had never thought that Ivy would be courageous enough to do such a thing. The thought thrilled him and he leaned back so that Ivy could have better access to the buttons.

Once all of the buttons were undone, Ivy hastily pushed the offending fabric from Lucius’s body and allowed her hands to roam over his hardened chest, memorizing every crevice and indention in his soft flesh. As her hand went lower, she encountered the waist band of his pants.

Ivy bit her lip and timidly undid the button at the top of her hands, but when she reached a hard bulge, her eyes went wide and she quickly jerked her hands away. Sensing her distress and confusion Lucius, took her hands in his.

“It’s alright, Ivy. That’s supposed to happen,” he smiled at the blush covering her cheeks and kissed her lips softly. He then kissed her hands and moved them above her head, asking her to keep them there. He quickly disposed of his pants and began kissing her neck again, slowly moving down.

Ivy whimpered slightly when his lips reached her collar bone, leaving open mouthed kisses on the sensitive flesh.

“Oh, Ivy,” he breathed before his mouth touched her breast. Ivy instantly gasped and moaned, her hands immediately going into Lucius’s hair, writhing and whimpering underneath him. She was so confused as to why she felt this way. A sudden fear washed over her and she tried to move away from Lucius.

“Shh, love,” he nuzzled her breast affectionately, “It’s alright, just relax,” he raised back up, kissing her lips again.

Ivy ran her hands over her husbands back, feeling his muscles ripple under his skin and listening to his labored breathing.

Lucius placed his warm hand on Ivy’s stomach as he kissed her, moving his hand down further and further until he reached the apex of her legs. He learned very quickly that she was quite ready for him, and that she was very sensitive to be touched there. He curiously quirked an eyebrow and began to stroke her tenderly. When she gasped and moaned helplessly under him, he knew it was time.

“Ivy,” he rasped in her ear, his voice trembling with arousal, “I’m sorry, this will probably hurt…”

Before Lucius could continue apologizing, Ivy kissed his lips lovingly.

Very, very slowly and carefully, Lucius entered Ivy inch by inch, stopping occasionally to allow her to accommodate his size. Finally, he could feel her barrier. He sighed and looked down on her frightened face.

“I’m sorry, Ivy,” he whispered before thrusting through completely.

Ivy gasped and bit down on her lip, trying to prevent herself from crying out. She breathed deeply and reached out to touch Lucius’s face, then kissed him deeply. Once she felt no more pain, only that same ache in the pit of her stomach, she raised her hips slightly to become more comfortable. When she did, he husband rewarded her with a low groan. ‘This is what Mama meant by becoming one,’ she thought vaguely as she felt Lucius begin to move his hips with her.

A hazy feeling of immense pleasure began to wash over the couple, completely engrossed in one another. They made love quietly, the only sounds being their staggered, labored breathing and the occasional moan or sigh.

Finally, Lucius could feel the end approaching and he began to manipulate Ivy’s breasts with his hands in hopes that she would come before him.

He got his wish.

Ivy suddenly arched her back and cried out his name, followed by a moan so low that Lucius wasn’t sure that it was her. When she tightened around him, he felt himself fall over the edge and he collapsed atop her, her head on her chest and her hands in his hair.

For several minutes they lay like that, panting and stroking one another. Once they had regained their breath, Lucius rolled to his side, pulling Ivy very close to him. They wrapped their arms around each other, both of them crying softly, and held each other until sleep drifted over them.

Author’s note: Ok, so what’d you think? I hope you liked it. Anyway...review if you did!