Their lovemaking had been amazing, leaving them so entangled together that their bodies appeared as one. Small beads of perspiration glistened in the soft yellow glow of the fireplace as they lay on the floor and looked into each others eyes, seeing all they ever needed to see to be happy in this life.
After some time of intimacy and words too private to even describe in this place, they went to the suite's tub and filled it with soapy water. They bathed for an hour with soft music playing in the background, and the only light coming from a multitude of candles. They dried each other's body, dressed and sat in front of the large picture window, snuggled together with the wine and cheese and breads and meats that the Duet staff had provided.
Jean sighed a very happy sigh, "This time with you, mon Des, it is like heaven for me. It feels like our honeymoon, yet we have not even married."
The petite bartender smiled softly to the man that held the one and only key to her heart as she tilted her head to the side and thought for but a second. "You mentioned earlier when I said I didn't want to wait and all, that maybe this place had someone..." A hint of pink tinted the sun-kissed skin of her delicate features as she lifted her navy blue eyes that were full of the love that she felt for him, to catch his chestnut gaze before she finished speaking.
"Well I was thinking that maybe we could find out if they do. If you're sure you wouldn't mind us not having a fancy wedding with all of our friends from town and the Inn and all there Babe. But I want ya to be real sure that you wouldn't mind."
He tilted his head and gave her a soft smile as he ran his fingers through her hair and gazed upon that face that had so quickly become the center of his universe. "Would a man refuse to open a treasure chest unless he had all his friends present to watch? I think not!" He smiled that famous pirate smile, "I have no desire for a large wedding. I want to marry you now, Des; even this very moment. Let us go downstairs and inquire." He shrugged, "The worst that can happen is we dance the night away."
Des leaned forward and draped a slender yet strong arm around his neck tugging him close for a passionate kiss that curled her own toes then leaned back with a delighted laugh. "I'll take that risk! Let's go!" Her eyes were sparkling as her heart soared with excitement and anticipation. Within the next hour she could very well actually be married to her beloved French Pirate.
She wanted to shout for joy, and as a matter of fact she did; with a rebel yell she jumped to her feet and extended her hand toward the man that had stepped through the doors of the Red Dragon Inn on one of the most horrid nights in her entire life. He had done nothing more than hold her in his arms when she had needed that very thing the most. That was all it had taken for him to capture her heart and soul and make it his for the rest of her life.
Wedding at The Duet.
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Jean took her hand in his as they left their room and went down the two flights of stairs. He inquired of the Duet's Concierge regarding the availability of a minister or justice of the peace that would officiate at a wedding. To his amazement, that request did not surprise the Concierge at all. It seems that the Duet is indeed a lover's retreat and that weddings are routinely held here; so routinely that they had a retired minister on duty who was always on call for those impromptu nuptials.
"If you and the lady would just wait here a minute, I'll go see if he's available," the Concierge replied and left his station and disappeared down a first floor hall.
Jean turned to Des, "Mon Dieu, they do have someone who officiates at weddings. Des....it's going to happen! I'm suddenly nervous!"
Blue eyes became wider as the man left his desk. She was clinging to her pirate's arm now as butterflies took flight in her stomach but outwardly she was smiling calmly. Her bartender smile and years of training in stressful situations would not fail her now as she attempted to sooth her suddenly nervous fiancé.
As his nerves increased hers decreased. "It will be all right Babe. This doesn't hurt a bit. I'm sure the minister will know what they are doing. Obviously they are prepared even if we aren't." Then it hit her. "Umm... Babe? You got anything we can use as a ring?"
His eyes widened. "No! Oh my...I didn't think!" He looked around, his mind racing. "Look! A gift shop! Perhaps they have rings in there! Let's go look." He took her hand and led her into the gift shop.
They had the typical fare of snacks, drinks, Rhydin souvenirs, a display of green sweatshirts and t-shirts with "The Duet" in large white letters going across the front; and then there was a display case with some jewelry. There, in the case, was a small selection of rings for men and women. There were only two styles, but the one with the Celtic Knot scrollwork and a small Claddagh heart caught his eye. "What do you think of this one, my love?" he asked, pointing to the matching set.
She was starting to get worried; her smile was slipping as they looked around at the offerings in the gift shop. She had a death grip on his hand as they walked around trying to find the selection of rings. One of the t-shirts caught her eye and she made a note to come back for it but right now she was getting married and they had to find the rings! Finally a radiant smile lifted the corners of her lips as he pointed the set out to her it was just like the ones she had seen before and liked.
"Definitely the Celtic ones Babe. I like Celtic designs almost as much as I like Native American things so these are the ones that I would have picked too."
He nodded to the cashier that they would take the matched set, paid the inflated price, and rushed out of the gift shop with one hand holding the rings and the other holding Des' hand. They were no sooner back to the Concierge desk when the Reverend and his wife came out and smiled and introduced themselves as the Rev. and Mrs. Haake.
They appeared to be in their late 60's, and they had pleasant round faces with a weathered red glow and crows feet smiles that appeared to be genuine. "We're so happy for you," Rev. Haake said. Just follow us. The missus will be a witness for you and even sing a song if you so desire."
She didn't look like she could carry a tune in a bucket, so Jean gratefully declined the song and squeezed Des' hand as they followed the couple down a hall to the rear of the first floor. There they came into a room that served both as a chapel and general meeting room. It had two huge picture windows in the front that allowed a view of the great white pines that lined the Inn's property and the mountains beyond. Of course, being night the view was limited, yet with the outside lights around the pool and hot tub, and the nearly full moon up in the sky, the sight was still breathtaking.
They went to the front of the room and Rev. Haake stood before them and his wife stood off to the side and slightly behind. "You have rings?" he asked and Jean handed the rings over. The Rev. smiled and asked, "Are you both ready?"
"If you and the lady would just wait here a minute, I'll go see if he's available," the Concierge replied and left his station and disappeared down a first floor hall.
Jean turned to Des, "Mon Dieu, they do have someone who officiates at weddings. Des....it's going to happen! I'm suddenly nervous!"
Blue eyes became wider as the man left his desk. She was clinging to her pirate's arm now as butterflies took flight in her stomach but outwardly she was smiling calmly. Her bartender smile and years of training in stressful situations would not fail her now as she attempted to sooth her suddenly nervous fiancé.
As his nerves increased hers decreased. "It will be all right Babe. This doesn't hurt a bit. I'm sure the minister will know what they are doing. Obviously they are prepared even if we aren't." Then it hit her. "Umm... Babe? You got anything we can use as a ring?"
His eyes widened. "No! Oh my...I didn't think!" He looked around, his mind racing. "Look! A gift shop! Perhaps they have rings in there! Let's go look." He took her hand and led her into the gift shop.
They had the typical fare of snacks, drinks, Rhydin souvenirs, a display of green sweatshirts and t-shirts with "The Duet" in large white letters going across the front; and then there was a display case with some jewelry. There, in the case, was a small selection of rings for men and women. There were only two styles, but the one with the Celtic Knot scrollwork and a small Claddagh heart caught his eye. "What do you think of this one, my love?" he asked, pointing to the matching set.
She was starting to get worried; her smile was slipping as they looked around at the offerings in the gift shop. She had a death grip on his hand as they walked around trying to find the selection of rings. One of the t-shirts caught her eye and she made a note to come back for it but right now she was getting married and they had to find the rings! Finally a radiant smile lifted the corners of her lips as he pointed the set out to her it was just like the ones she had seen before and liked.
"Definitely the Celtic ones Babe. I like Celtic designs almost as much as I like Native American things so these are the ones that I would have picked too."
He nodded to the cashier that they would take the matched set, paid the inflated price, and rushed out of the gift shop with one hand holding the rings and the other holding Des' hand. They were no sooner back to the Concierge desk when the Reverend and his wife came out and smiled and introduced themselves as the Rev. and Mrs. Haake.
They appeared to be in their late 60's, and they had pleasant round faces with a weathered red glow and crows feet smiles that appeared to be genuine. "We're so happy for you," Rev. Haake said. Just follow us. The missus will be a witness for you and even sing a song if you so desire."
She didn't look like she could carry a tune in a bucket, so Jean gratefully declined the song and squeezed Des' hand as they followed the couple down a hall to the rear of the first floor. There they came into a room that served both as a chapel and general meeting room. It had two huge picture windows in the front that allowed a view of the great white pines that lined the Inn's property and the mountains beyond. Of course, being night the view was limited, yet with the outside lights around the pool and hot tub, and the nearly full moon up in the sky, the sight was still breathtaking.
They went to the front of the room and Rev. Haake stood before them and his wife stood off to the side and slightly behind. "You have rings?" he asked and Jean handed the rings over. The Rev. smiled and asked, "Are you both ready?"
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Jean looked at Des and smiled. "I've never been more ready for anything in my life."
Des was still smiling radiantly her heart hammering in her chest as she stood facing the kindly looking Rev. The room was lovely with the candles lit and moon light shining through the huge windows and glistening off the snow. She thought she might faint from happiness and all the love that was welling up inside her just looking to break free. She glanced from the Rev. to her soon-to-be husband with a little grin and nodded as she spoke with her gaze resting on Jean. "The quicker you start saying your part Reverend, I promise you the quicker I'll say mine. I've been waiting for this man my entire life!"
Rev. Haake smiled, "Let's begin then." Now being a retired minister, the ol' reverend was not about to loose an opportunity to provide a full-course ceremony. After writing down their full names in his little sheet of notes held within his ministers service book, he cleared his voice and began.
“We are gathered here today to witness the coming together of two people, Captain Jean de La Fontaine and Tera Destre, whose hearts and spirits are entwined as one. They now desire to profess before all the world (meaning his wife) their intention henceforth to walk the road of life together.
“To these two people, this marriage signifies the birth of a new spirit, a spirit which is a part of each of us, yet not of any one of us alone. This 'birth of spirit' reminds us of spring, the season when all life is reborn and looms again. It is appropriate, therefore, that this wedding of Jean and Tera be in the spring, and that it be where we are close to the earth and to the unity of life, the totality of living things of which we are part.
“The beliefs and thoughts about love which motivate these two people are perhaps best expressed in the words of a poet:
You were born to be together, and together you shall be forevermore.
You shall be together when the wings of death scatter your days.
Ay, you shall be together even in your silent memory.
But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heaven dance between you.
Love one another, but make not a bondage of love.
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other's cup, but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread, but eat not of the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone, though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping,
For only the hand of life can contain your hearts.
And stand together, yet not too near together,
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in shadow."
Jean looked to Des and smiled; a wink to her as they both realized that this guy could talk up a storm.
Her smile hadn't faded in the least. She was holding Jean's hand and still looking into his eyes as the Rev. continued to speak. She was paying more attention to the wicked thoughts of the hours spent previously in their room than she was to what the Rev. was currently saying.
The minister went on, “Now we shall get to your parts, where you marry yourselves together as husband and wife. I haven't married anyone but that wonderful woman standing behind you both. You, Jean and Des, marry yourselves with just a little guidance from me."
Des was still smiling radiantly her heart hammering in her chest as she stood facing the kindly looking Rev. The room was lovely with the candles lit and moon light shining through the huge windows and glistening off the snow. She thought she might faint from happiness and all the love that was welling up inside her just looking to break free. She glanced from the Rev. to her soon-to-be husband with a little grin and nodded as she spoke with her gaze resting on Jean. "The quicker you start saying your part Reverend, I promise you the quicker I'll say mine. I've been waiting for this man my entire life!"
Rev. Haake smiled, "Let's begin then." Now being a retired minister, the ol' reverend was not about to loose an opportunity to provide a full-course ceremony. After writing down their full names in his little sheet of notes held within his ministers service book, he cleared his voice and began.
“We are gathered here today to witness the coming together of two people, Captain Jean de La Fontaine and Tera Destre, whose hearts and spirits are entwined as one. They now desire to profess before all the world (meaning his wife) their intention henceforth to walk the road of life together.
“To these two people, this marriage signifies the birth of a new spirit, a spirit which is a part of each of us, yet not of any one of us alone. This 'birth of spirit' reminds us of spring, the season when all life is reborn and looms again. It is appropriate, therefore, that this wedding of Jean and Tera be in the spring, and that it be where we are close to the earth and to the unity of life, the totality of living things of which we are part.
“The beliefs and thoughts about love which motivate these two people are perhaps best expressed in the words of a poet:
You were born to be together, and together you shall be forevermore.
You shall be together when the wings of death scatter your days.
Ay, you shall be together even in your silent memory.
But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heaven dance between you.
Love one another, but make not a bondage of love.
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other's cup, but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread, but eat not of the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone, though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping,
For only the hand of life can contain your hearts.
And stand together, yet not too near together,
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in shadow."
Jean looked to Des and smiled; a wink to her as they both realized that this guy could talk up a storm.
Her smile hadn't faded in the least. She was holding Jean's hand and still looking into his eyes as the Rev. continued to speak. She was paying more attention to the wicked thoughts of the hours spent previously in their room than she was to what the Rev. was currently saying.
The minister went on, “Now we shall get to your parts, where you marry yourselves together as husband and wife. I haven't married anyone but that wonderful woman standing behind you both. You, Jean and Des, marry yourselves with just a little guidance from me."
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He looked to Jean. "Do you Jean, knowing this woman's love for you and returning it, realizing her strengths and learning form them, recognizing her weaknesses and helping her to overcome them, take Tera to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
Jean looked at Des with such love in his eyes, "I do."
"Do you, Jean, have any further vows or words you’d like to say?"
Oui. I take you, Des, as my friend and love, both when beside me and apart from me, in laughter and in tears, in conflict and tranquility, asking that you be no other than yourself, loving what I know of you, trusting what I do not know yet, in all the ways that life may find us."
Turning to Des, Rev. Haake asked, "Do you, Tera, knowing this man's love for you and returning it, realizing his strengths and learning from them, recognizing his weaknesses and helping him to overcome them, take Jean to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
Her smile turned softly loving as she nodded once and spoke up clearly. "I definitely do!"
"Do you, Tera, have any further vows or words you’d like to say?"
She hadn’t gotten that far and was surprised when the Rev. had asked Jean that question. Him asking Jean had been all the warning she had that it would soon be her turn, so with her heart in her eyes she tightened her grip on her beloved French Pirate's hand and set about trying to find words that she had not yet been able to find before and silently prayed some would come now.
"Jean... I love you so much that sometimes I just can't think straight. I want to always be there for ya when ya need me and even when ya don't. If you are having a hard time I want to be able to help ya out. If there are good times I want to be able to share them too with ya. I want us to have a family and be able to maybe settle down on the ranch or even get a different place that is just ours someday. I'll protect ya with my own life if I have to."
There were tears starting to come in the corners of her eyes as she tried so very hard to tell him how much she loved him and just wasn't able to find exactly the words she wanted. "You know what I mean right Babe? Forever and always and two days."
Jean listened to her words, his heart so touch and filled with love for her that he felt for sure that was the cause of the tears that were being pushed to the corner of his eyes. He nodded and whispered, "I know what you mean. Forever and always...and two days."
The Rev. continued, “Let us now have the giving of the rings. Let these rings serve not as locks binding you together; but as keys, unlocking the secrets of your hearts for each other to know, and thus bringing you closer together forever.”
He put Tera’s ring in Jean’s hand. “Repeat after me. Tera, I give you this ring as a symbol of my vow, and with all that I am, and all that I have, I honor you.”
Jean slid the ring onto her finger and said, "Tera, I give you this ring as a symbol of my vow, and with all that I am, and all that I have, I honor you.”
He turned to Tera and said, "Repeat after me: Jean , I give you this ring as a symbol of my vow, and with all that I am, and all that I have, I honor you."
She took the ring and slid it onto Jean's hand with a happy smile. "Jean, I give you this ring as a symbol of my vow, and with all that I am, and all that I have, I honor you."
“And now Jean and Tera, seeking the fulfillment of love and marriage, find again that the poet speaks for them:
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks to another day of loving.
To rest at the noon hour and meditate on love's ecstasy;
To return home eventide with gratitude, and then sleep with a prayer
For the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
Rev. Haake lifted his hand and spoke: “I now pronounce you husband and wife.
“You may seal this pronouncement with a kiss.”
Jean looked at Des with such love in his eyes, "I do."
"Do you, Jean, have any further vows or words you’d like to say?"
Oui. I take you, Des, as my friend and love, both when beside me and apart from me, in laughter and in tears, in conflict and tranquility, asking that you be no other than yourself, loving what I know of you, trusting what I do not know yet, in all the ways that life may find us."
Turning to Des, Rev. Haake asked, "Do you, Tera, knowing this man's love for you and returning it, realizing his strengths and learning from them, recognizing his weaknesses and helping him to overcome them, take Jean to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
Her smile turned softly loving as she nodded once and spoke up clearly. "I definitely do!"
"Do you, Tera, have any further vows or words you’d like to say?"
She hadn’t gotten that far and was surprised when the Rev. had asked Jean that question. Him asking Jean had been all the warning she had that it would soon be her turn, so with her heart in her eyes she tightened her grip on her beloved French Pirate's hand and set about trying to find words that she had not yet been able to find before and silently prayed some would come now.
"Jean... I love you so much that sometimes I just can't think straight. I want to always be there for ya when ya need me and even when ya don't. If you are having a hard time I want to be able to help ya out. If there are good times I want to be able to share them too with ya. I want us to have a family and be able to maybe settle down on the ranch or even get a different place that is just ours someday. I'll protect ya with my own life if I have to."
There were tears starting to come in the corners of her eyes as she tried so very hard to tell him how much she loved him and just wasn't able to find exactly the words she wanted. "You know what I mean right Babe? Forever and always and two days."
Jean listened to her words, his heart so touch and filled with love for her that he felt for sure that was the cause of the tears that were being pushed to the corner of his eyes. He nodded and whispered, "I know what you mean. Forever and always...and two days."
The Rev. continued, “Let us now have the giving of the rings. Let these rings serve not as locks binding you together; but as keys, unlocking the secrets of your hearts for each other to know, and thus bringing you closer together forever.”
He put Tera’s ring in Jean’s hand. “Repeat after me. Tera, I give you this ring as a symbol of my vow, and with all that I am, and all that I have, I honor you.”
Jean slid the ring onto her finger and said, "Tera, I give you this ring as a symbol of my vow, and with all that I am, and all that I have, I honor you.”
He turned to Tera and said, "Repeat after me: Jean , I give you this ring as a symbol of my vow, and with all that I am, and all that I have, I honor you."
She took the ring and slid it onto Jean's hand with a happy smile. "Jean, I give you this ring as a symbol of my vow, and with all that I am, and all that I have, I honor you."
“And now Jean and Tera, seeking the fulfillment of love and marriage, find again that the poet speaks for them:
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks to another day of loving.
To rest at the noon hour and meditate on love's ecstasy;
To return home eventide with gratitude, and then sleep with a prayer
For the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
Rev. Haake lifted his hand and spoke: “I now pronounce you husband and wife.
“You may seal this pronouncement with a kiss.”
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They had really done it was the first thought that went through her head. Her beloved French Pirate and she had run off and got married at the Duet. How she loved this man of hers. She couldn't find exactly the right words for him but she could show him with their first kiss as husband and wife and she set about doing that very thing just as soon as the words left the good Rev. Haake's mouth.
This was the part Jean was waiting for. He turned to Des and took her into his arms. His mouth met hers and he lifted her nearly off her toes as they kissed a kiss he'd remember for the rest of his life.
Des literally wrapped herself around him, both arms and legs, as she cherished the love of her life in that first kiss that she drew out letting it linger until every last pleasure that could possibly be had in front of a Rev. and his wife was had.
As the kiss slowly ended he stood there and looked into her eyes, his lips just touching hers as he whispered in his heavy French accent, "I love you Des. And you've just made me the most happy man in all of the creation."
She smiled into his eyes as she spoke against his lips. "I love you more than life itself Jean. I'm so happy that I married you. I'm the luckiest woman in the entire world."
He could not believe all this has happened. It was a miracle - to actually be married to the one he really can't live without. "There are no words than can express what I'm feeling right now, my love. I'm overwhelmed. My heart...it is overflowing with love. I shall love you this way for the rest of our lives. Maybe we should go back to our room, no?" He gave her a wink.
At the reminder they had an audience she automatically glanced at the elderly couple and immediately dropped her legs from around his waist and slid back to her feet. "Oh, lordy be, would ya just look at me here. You'd think I just got married or something." She grinned impishly and left an arm snug around his waist while leaning lightly against his side.
Jean laughed, "Well, I was thinking of doing the same to you, mon cheri." They signed the marriage certificates, he paid the minister and his wife, and turned to the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. "Ah...Mrs. Jean de La Fontaine," he tilted his head and thought, "Or is it Tera Destre La Fontaine....or Des Fontaine. Or...eh...hell with it." He bent down and picked her up into his arms and headed to the stairs. "Tomorrow night we are getting into that hot tub, my beautiful wife!"
"Wife!"
She echoed happily. What a beautiful word and coming from his lips she had never heard a more glorious naming of herself. She was absolutely delighted and couldn't remember ever being happier. No other name would ever do for her again. They could call her whatever they wanted as long as this man always called her 'wife'.
He carried her up the stairs and to their room. Once inside he locked the door and set her down and took her into his arms. "An hour ago we left this room as two people engaged to be married. Now I am your husband, and I'm so happy that it's inexpressible."
"You are my husband Pirate La Fontaine!" She was trying it on for size and found she liked the way it rolled off her tongue. Des wrapped her arms around him and tugged herself against him. She tipped her head completely back the better to gaze into his eyes so that he could see the depth of the love and passion she felt for him shimmering in the darkened navy blue.
"You don't have to find the words Babe. Although if you want to speak some French to me I wouldn't complain." She chuckled huskily to him as she teased him. It always turned her on something fierce when he spoke French and well he knew it. There was never a real need for him to speak it because she always desired him. She just liked it when he did.
He thought for a bit, grinned and put his lips to her ear and spoke in his most sexy, heavily accented, deep French voice, "Si vous voulez que j'aime encore, Rendez-moi l'âge des amours; au crépuscule de mes jours réjoignez, s'il se peut, l'aurore. On meurt deux fois, je le vois bien: cesser d'aimer et d'être aimable, c'est une mort insupportable; cesser de vivre, ce n'est rien."
(trans: "If you wish me still to love, bring me back the age of loves; in the twilight of my days revive, if it is possible, the dawn. We die twice, I see it well. To cease to love and be lovable is a death unbearable; to cease to live is nothing.")
With that he began to slowly undress her. His fingers working on the buttons of her shirt, slowly opening it.
Right then and there she melted. A shudder racked her from head to toe and a tiny moan escaped at those words. She set her fingers to work on undoing his shirt while kicking off her shoes. Her heart was already pounding and she was trying to slow herself down but after that long phrase she was losing the battle to keep herself focused.
This was the part Jean was waiting for. He turned to Des and took her into his arms. His mouth met hers and he lifted her nearly off her toes as they kissed a kiss he'd remember for the rest of his life.
Des literally wrapped herself around him, both arms and legs, as she cherished the love of her life in that first kiss that she drew out letting it linger until every last pleasure that could possibly be had in front of a Rev. and his wife was had.
As the kiss slowly ended he stood there and looked into her eyes, his lips just touching hers as he whispered in his heavy French accent, "I love you Des. And you've just made me the most happy man in all of the creation."
She smiled into his eyes as she spoke against his lips. "I love you more than life itself Jean. I'm so happy that I married you. I'm the luckiest woman in the entire world."
He could not believe all this has happened. It was a miracle - to actually be married to the one he really can't live without. "There are no words than can express what I'm feeling right now, my love. I'm overwhelmed. My heart...it is overflowing with love. I shall love you this way for the rest of our lives. Maybe we should go back to our room, no?" He gave her a wink.
At the reminder they had an audience she automatically glanced at the elderly couple and immediately dropped her legs from around his waist and slid back to her feet. "Oh, lordy be, would ya just look at me here. You'd think I just got married or something." She grinned impishly and left an arm snug around his waist while leaning lightly against his side.
Jean laughed, "Well, I was thinking of doing the same to you, mon cheri." They signed the marriage certificates, he paid the minister and his wife, and turned to the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. "Ah...Mrs. Jean de La Fontaine," he tilted his head and thought, "Or is it Tera Destre La Fontaine....or Des Fontaine. Or...eh...hell with it." He bent down and picked her up into his arms and headed to the stairs. "Tomorrow night we are getting into that hot tub, my beautiful wife!"
"Wife!"
She echoed happily. What a beautiful word and coming from his lips she had never heard a more glorious naming of herself. She was absolutely delighted and couldn't remember ever being happier. No other name would ever do for her again. They could call her whatever they wanted as long as this man always called her 'wife'.
He carried her up the stairs and to their room. Once inside he locked the door and set her down and took her into his arms. "An hour ago we left this room as two people engaged to be married. Now I am your husband, and I'm so happy that it's inexpressible."
"You are my husband Pirate La Fontaine!" She was trying it on for size and found she liked the way it rolled off her tongue. Des wrapped her arms around him and tugged herself against him. She tipped her head completely back the better to gaze into his eyes so that he could see the depth of the love and passion she felt for him shimmering in the darkened navy blue.
"You don't have to find the words Babe. Although if you want to speak some French to me I wouldn't complain." She chuckled huskily to him as she teased him. It always turned her on something fierce when he spoke French and well he knew it. There was never a real need for him to speak it because she always desired him. She just liked it when he did.
He thought for a bit, grinned and put his lips to her ear and spoke in his most sexy, heavily accented, deep French voice, "Si vous voulez que j'aime encore, Rendez-moi l'âge des amours; au crépuscule de mes jours réjoignez, s'il se peut, l'aurore. On meurt deux fois, je le vois bien: cesser d'aimer et d'être aimable, c'est une mort insupportable; cesser de vivre, ce n'est rien."
(trans: "If you wish me still to love, bring me back the age of loves; in the twilight of my days revive, if it is possible, the dawn. We die twice, I see it well. To cease to love and be lovable is a death unbearable; to cease to live is nothing.")
With that he began to slowly undress her. His fingers working on the buttons of her shirt, slowly opening it.
Right then and there she melted. A shudder racked her from head to toe and a tiny moan escaped at those words. She set her fingers to work on undoing his shirt while kicking off her shoes. Her heart was already pounding and she was trying to slow herself down but after that long phrase she was losing the battle to keep herself focused.
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