Author: MusicoftheNight008 PM
Life, as well as love, is like a rose. It is one of the most beautiful things in life to see, but it also has the potential for incredible pain. America/Fem!Canada.Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Tragedy - America & Canada - Chapters: 17 - Words: 49,161 - Reviews: 78 - Favs: 78 - Follows: 68 - Updated: 05-07-12 - Published: 08-22-11 - id: 7313725
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It was long passed nightfall when Alfred and Madeline retired into their suite after all of the festivities. Arthur and Francis had formed a heartwarming camaraderie during the celebration and helped the happy couple escape while they cleaned up, bickering lightly the entire time.
Alfred was more than pleased with this, and insisted that he carried Madeline into their bedroom in the old-fashioned way (which she didn't mind of course, not with how tenderly he cradled her against him). With a kick to the door it clicked shut and Alfred made sure it locked behind him before moving further into the room.
"Looks like someone set the room up for us..." he whispered down to her while taking in the view.
The room was exquisitely furnished and spacious; perfect for moving around freely and with large windows overlooking the surrounding area. Their luggage was at the foot of the bed and on the bed were two roses- one white and the other red, surrounded with matching petals.
Madeline giggled at the sight. "Complete with roses."
"I couldn't forget them like I did last time," he cooed and rubbed their noses together, earning another giggle from her. "I love you, you know that?"
Sobering, Madeline looked deep into his eyes and placed a gentle hand on his cheek. "I love you too, Al, very much."
Placing her back down on the ground tenderly, Alfred bent down to kiss her, but Madeline noticed lights outside of their window and ran over, leaving Alfred to stare incredulously at her back. "Hey!"
"Look, Alfred! Isn't it beautiful outside? Look at all of the- hey!"
Madeline gasped out as Alfred grabbed her wrists and pressed them on either side of the window, whispering into her hear to grab the curtains. "Hold on tight, baby..." his hot breath tickled along the nape of her neck as his hands left her to travel along her body.
Moving down her arms, Alfred travelled her sides, the beading and pleats giving an interesting sensation, before venturing back upwards to cup her chest. Coaxed on by her adorable keening, he started to knead the flesh while mouthing words of love against her neck and below her ear.
"You're so beautiful, Maddie..." he gasped into her ear from the feeling of her derriere pushing back against him. "I've held out for a while and I can't wait anymore. I need to feel more of you."
"Then go ahead and feel me, Al. Do what you want," came her breathy reply.
With a smirk Alfred's fingers worked quickly to unfasten her dress, but when it was halfway open Madeline stopped him.
"No...no, how about we keep it on?"
That made him pause. "Keep it on? But it could get ruined..."
"I'm only getting married once, and it's not like I'm going to need this dress again so let's make the best of it." Madeline's voice grew husky and lust roughened when she reached back to take his hand and place it beneath her gaping bodice. Her breasts were so sensitive and she found his touches both soothing and exciting. "Wouldn't you like that? Taking me nice and hard in my wedding dress as you wear your tuxedo? The smell of our lovemaking sticking to the fabric, so every time we look at the clothes in the back of the closet we can remember making wild love on our wedding night?"
Madeline looked over her shoulder and grinned upon seeing his darkened eyes, the sky blue much more akin to turbulent oceans. She could feel his hand slowly massaging her skin and when he plucked a nipple she broke off into a gasp. Alfred laughed, "I've always loved how you think, baby. You want to be fucked while wearing our wedding clothes, you got it."
Twisting her around, Alfred grabbed Madeline by the waist and picked her up only to throw her back down on the bed, biting his lip as he watched her breasts bounce from the impact. While Madeline moved the roses out of the way, he placed once knee on the bed before slowly crawling onto it from the end, and as he made his way forward he placed a hand on her ankle. Working upward, his fingers smoothed along her soft peach like skin from the curve of her calf to the dip behind her knee, and up towards her milky white thighs. His other hand joined in on her leg, effectively pushing them apart as he moved higher; all the while staring into Madeline's reddened face.
Alfred was sure that his expression was much like hers- breathless, needy, and almost nervous. It was a little odd to feel that way, especially since this isn't their first time, but Alfred felt as though he was right back at the beginning with her. His hands shook slightly as they ghosted over her thighs until they arrived at her hips. Pushing the skirt up to collect around his waist, Alfred exhaled as he brought her underwear down and stared at the juncture of her legs. To his surprise, Madeline had placed a delicate hand there in semblance of cover.
"What are you doing, Maddie?" he cooed.
His face softened while he smiled down at her endearing and embarrassed face that she turned away from him. Taking hold of her hand, feeling sparks shoot up his arm as his fingers brushed along her lips, Alfred placed a lingering kiss in the center of her palm before bending over her body. "I can't help but stare at you, Madeline. Whenever I'm around you it feels like I'm drawn in by some gravitational force. All my strength leaves me and I just have to be near you. I can't keep my eyes off of you."
Watching Alfred's face change from a gentle smile to one much more goofy, Madeline lifted an eyebrow in confusion before Alfred started. "You're just too good to be true. Can't take my eyes off of you..." he sang slightly off key and traced her now smiling lips before moving lower. "You'd be like Heaven to touch. I wanna hold you so much." He looked up at her over his glasses as he ran a finger along her slit, moving up to circle around her bud. Madeline's laughter turned into a quiet moan and she lifted her hips up to press against his hand for more.
"At long last love has arrived, and I thank God I'm alive. You're just too good to be true. Can't take my eyes off of you..." Alfred chuckled and pressed harder against her pleasure spot, enjoying her reactions.
"A-are you finished yet? God, I want-"
"I love you baby!" Alfred sang a little louder before seeing her fierce look and sheepishly reverted back to a whisper. "And if it's quite alright, I need you, baby, to warm a lonely night." While his hand was rubbing against her incessantly, Alfred moved his free hand up to pay attention to her breasts once more, pinching and pulling at the tip before kneading it.
"Alfred!" Madeline tried to scold, but her mirth and pleasure made it ring hollow. She was struggling beneath his hands, trying to keep quiet but failing horribly.
"Oh, pretty baby, now that I found you stay, and let me love you, baby." Alfred's voice was breathless as he spoke the line more than sang it due to the fact he had inserted his middle finger inside of her and was slowly thrusting inside of her hot sheath. His eyelids lowered as Madeline gasped and bit her lower lip, covering his hand with her own as she continued to stare at him. Finding one finger wasn't enough, Alfred pulled out and teased her entrance before inserting two fingers this time and moved them in a beckoning motion.
"Let me love you..."
Madeline swore sharply in French and wrapped her legs around him, her hands flying to his collar to pull him close and crash their lips together. "You're ridiculous, you know that?" she ground out against him, her tongue licking along his lower lip.
"You love me," came his rebuttal.
That she did...almost dizzyingly so.
"I do, now hurry up and get in me before I go crazy."
Alfred flashed his cocky smirk. "Yes ma'am."
The drag of his zipper was loud in the room, accompanied only by the smacking of their kisses and deep laboured breaths as their bodies heated up. Soon enough Alfred slid easily inside of her, her arousal easing the way perfectly as her body accepted and closed around his length.
"Fuck, Maddie...you're so tight," he gasped. As he pulled out to slam back home, Alfred felt an idea forming which he quickly acted upon.
Madeline's breath hitched when Alfred collected her into his arms, and accepted his manhandling until he sat on the edge of the bed while she sat on his lap, her dress cascading around them and pooling on the floor.
"This is our wedding night, and I want to take it nice and slow," he murmured while reaching behind him for the white rose. Delicately he tucked the flower behind her ear and reached up for all of her numerous pins and clips to let the rest of her curls fall that hadn't already. Alfred made a pleasured sound as he dropped the pins and took a fist full of hair and buried his face in the silky texture and sweet scent. "God, you have beautiful hair."
During this, Madeline was clenching around his shaft that was still deeply embedded inside of her, moaning as his nails ran along her scalp and his breath blew over her skin. Alfred was still far enough back on the bed so that her knees could straddle his thighs and using this to her advantage, Madeline pushed up slowly and dropped back down, earning a surprised groan from the man below her.
"Th-thank you," she whispered while moving upwards once again.
After a few more breaths, Alfred finally clued in and moved back to take Madeline's lips for another kiss, this time keeping contact as he helped her bounce. Their lovemaking lasted a while with their slow pace, and even as the need curled in their stomach and sweat made their skin gleam they continued their thorough and tender movements. Alfred was able to hear every slow inhale, feel her heartbeat, and listen to what movement caused what pitch as she moaned. Madeline focused on the slow drag of his calloused fingers as they moved over her, how his voice rose in pitch when he was closer to orgasm, and how utterly perfect he was.
When they both came they held each other close and swallowed the other's cries. Their lips were swollen from their bruising kisses, and Madeline's neck was covered in love bites, along with areas on her chest. As he shuddered against her, his hand travelled lower and pressed against her stomach, and even through his lust clouded mind he registered the firmness he felt there.
As he held her soft, panting body against him, Alfred frowned as he ran a hand along her back. Firm. He knew his wife's body and her habits, so he knew that she didn't have cause for added weight (not that he'd mind of course).
"Maddie...?" Alfred waited until she hummed in question. "When did you last have your menses?"
Madeline opened her mouth but found herself closing it a few seconds afterwards. When was the last time she had her period? "Um...Wow, I'm not sure." She pulled back to look at Alfred's serious face in confusion, but then looked to his hand. "You- you don't think..."
"Have you been feeling sick at all? Anything different? Don't forget just the other day when you were throwing up-"
She covered her mouth with her hand after a quiet gasp. "That's right! I thought it was just food poisoning! And my breasts have been a little sore...and I..." Madeline covered her stomach with her hands, sliding over Alfred's hand that had remained there. "It can't be."
"We haven't always been careful, Maddie. There have been a few times we haven't used protection." Alfred's voice shook with excitement, and Madeline saw that his eyes were a little wet. "Baby, I think you're pregnant."
The two of them hugged each other close while their laughter quickly turned into tears of happiness.
"N-now, we shouldn't get too worked up, just in case." Madeline wiped beneath her eyes and coughed softly.
"We'll look into it tomorrow, first thing when the stores open. We'll go without telling anyone, buy a home pregnancy test, and bring it back to see. Then I shall pamper you like you've never been pampered before!" Alfred giggled cutely as he brought them back against the pillows and curled close against his wife.
Sure enough, the moment Alfred woke up (surprisingly before Madeline) he gently peeled the dress from her sleepy, protesting body and carried her into the shower with him. After a short intimate shower of exploring each other (where she found Alfred to be much more tender than usual), they dressed and left the building.
Their shopping was short, most of the time spent getting there and going back to their suite. Madeline ran to the bathroom and followed the instructions perfectly to lessen the chance of it misreading (they bought three tests, just in case).
Alfred stood in the doorway with his arms crossed, watching Madeline the entire time while trying to calm his body down. His heart beat out of control and his lungs laboured as though he just ran a marathon, yet Madeline appeared to be calm as she waited for the result.
Unable to wait much longer or be told the result, Alfred closed the distance between them and they both hovered over the device in her hands, waiting for the word they wanted to read.
A minute ticked by, and then another, but the couple barely blinked in wait. Finally a word appeared.
Madeline felt her legs weaken and she almost dropped the test as she screamed in excitement along with Alfred who was already reaching for her. He collected her close against him and cradled her head against his chest, as he chanted, "you're pregnant!" like a mantra.
Alfred allowed her to pull back when she muffled something against him, and when he felt his heart swell as he took in her laughing and glowing face.
"We're going to have a baby!"