AN: I'm sorry it's been forever since the last chapter. I was super busy with school and every time I got a free moment to work on this, I was incredibly uninspired. However, thanks to the sneak preview clip that just came out a few days ago, I've managed to finish it. Enjoy and please review. I believe this will be the last chapter.
"Are you feeling okay, Amy? You can't be airsick, yet. We aren't even in the air," Ben asked placing his hand on top of hers. Amy closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, leaning back slightly in the airplane seat.
"I don't have a problem with flying, its take-off that bothers me. It's been the same since the first time I flew. I was eight and we took a family vacation to Disneyland. My dad thought I would like to look out the window as we took off, so he put me in the seat next to the window. Being young and curious, I watched out the window as the plane sped faster and faster and gradually left the ground. I got this awful feeling in the pit of my stomach and sometimes I throw up. It's never gone away, regardless of how many times I've flown since," she replied with her eyes still closed.
"Well, nothing to fear this time. We're already in the air," he replied with a smile. Amy opened one eye and peeked out the window. Indeed, she saw that they were already up in the clouds and she looked at Ben with a gigantic smile. "How did you do that? I don't even feel sick!"
"Amy, come on. Give me a little credit. I knew that if I could get you to tell me a story, I could distract you from thinking about or feeling take-off because you'd be too busy telling me the story. It's the same thing my dad used to do for me when I had to get shots," he answered.
"You're wonderful, you know that?" she asked.
"So are you, Mrs. Boykewich," he answered with a smile.
"I can't believe we're gonna be in Paris! Your dad was so sweet to pay our way to Paris. I'm so excited. I've always wanted to go," she exclaimed.
"I'm glad, but take a deep breath. We've got all night before we get there," Ben replied. "Why don't you try and get some sleep?" he added. "I think I'm going to."
"Good idea. We want to be rested so we can experience all that Paris has to offer," she grinned. "Goodnight, Ben," Amy replied leaning over to kiss him. He placed a few kisses on her lips and then laced his fingers through hers.
A gust of cool Parisian air swirled around the newlyweds as they strolled hand in hand through the streets of Paris. Amy pushed gently down on the stylish, red, beret like cap she'd purchased at one of the little boutiques.
"Look, Ben. It's the Eiffel Tower! I know it's cheesy, but I was looking forward to seeing this most of all," Amy exclaimed pulling his hand now.
"Slow down, sweetie. We'll get there," he laughed, jogging to keep pace with her. "Do you want to take a picture before we get there?"
"Yes," she replied, handing him the camera.
"Stand right there," he motioned for her to move to her right and snapped a photo.
"Now you," Amy replied trading places with him. She took a shot of him. "We need one together," she added looking around for someone to take their photo. She spotted an old man sitting on a bench feeding some pigeons. He looked kind and harmless, so she approached him and asked in her best French: "allez-vous prendre une photo de nous?"
The old man smiled up at the young lady. "Oui," he replied, took her camera and returned to the place where Ben was still standing. Ben put his arm around Amy's shoulder and they both smiled.
"Un…deux…trois," he said, and the camera flashed and snapped a picture of the pair.
"Merci beaucoup," Ben replied, taking the camera from the old man and trying his hand at a little French. He'd taken Spanish is school, but his accent wasn't too bad. Ben turned to Amy. "What do you say we go up top? It'll be dark soon and you'll be able to see the whole city lit up."
"I'd love to," Amy said with a grin. She stowed her camera and took Ben's hand again. By the time they walked to and got up to the top of the tower, it was dark as Ben had predicted.
Amy leaned against the railing and stared down at the pitch black night, dotted by millions of lights on the Trocadero. Ben stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her. "Wow," she whispered. "It's even more beautiful than I pictured it would be. Paris is gorgeous at night."
"It really is. I'm glad you're happy," Ben whispered into her ear and placing a kiss on her cheek. They both closed their eyes and allowed themselves to enjoy the moment, the atmosphere, the location, and Ben wrapped his arms tighter around his beautiful wife.
Ben swiped the key card and the room door opened. It was a quite nicely sized room with a queen sized bed situated in the middle.
"Quite the day," Ben replied, yawning and removing his shoes as he sat down on the bed.
"It was lovely," Amy replied, still enchanted by all she'd seen and done.
"And we still have three more days," Ben added with a smile. Amy unzipped her luggage and rummaged through it, looking for something.
"I'll be back," she whispered, entering the bathroom and closing the door. A few moments later, she emerged wearing a simple, lacy black nightgown. Ben looked up as she opened the door, but wasn't sure what to say. She walked over to him, put one knee up on the bed and crawled over next to him.
"Hi," she whispered, moving herself very close to him.
"Hi," he responded, unable to think of other words at the moment. She closed the space between their lips in a passionate kiss, placing her hand on the back of Ben's hand and running her hand through his hair. Ben responded, kissing back. Amy leaned back, gradually lying down and she pulled him with her.
She reached for the bottom of his t-shirt, to pull it up and over his head. Freed from his shirt, Ben stopped, realizing the seriousness of what was about to happen. "Wait," he pleaded. "Amy, are you sure?" Ben asked, looking deeply into her eyes.
"I've never been more sure of anything in my life, Ben. It's finally right. Tonight was the most amazing night. There are no more obstacles, no more issues, and no more pregnancy. We're here in this beautiful place. I'm here with you. I've never wanted anything more," she allowed her words to trail off.
He'd be lying if he denied his desire to have sex with her. He'd wanted it long ago, but now his motivation was different. So much had changed over the year that they had been together. With their marriage official, there was nothing standing in their way. Ben loved Amy and he wanted to make her feel that, to cover up all the bad memories, all the bad associations with good ones.
"What are you thinking about, Ben?" Amy asked as he had not responded to her.
"How perfect this is. How perfect you are. And, how special I want this to be," he replied.
"How could it be anything else? You worry too much," she replied with a smile. "Being with you is always special. Always."
A wide smile spread across Ben's face and methodically, almost painfully slowly, he reached up and tucked her hair behind her ear, allowing his hand to lazily drag down, feeling the definition of her jawbone. "You're perfect," he whispered. Amy closed her eyes, allowing the sensations to take over. He felt her breathe in deeply as he brought his lips to hers and she parted hers just slightly in response. He kissed down the right side of her neck and she let out an audible gasp as he reached her collarbone.
"I promise I'll be gentle, Amy. I love you, Amy," Ben whispered in her ear, causing a shiver to ripple down her body. He pulled back gently to see her face. "Promise you'll tell me what you need," he added. She inhaled again and slowly opened her eyelids.
"Yes," she whispered, her eyes locking with his in agreement. She closed her eyes again, reached up, put her hand behind his head and pulled his face towards hers, pressing her lips roughly to his.
He pulled her in close to him until there was no distinguishing between bodies. They felt and moved and breathed as one.
It wasn't about sex; it was about taking that final step together. It was an exploration, a chance to fully experience the other, to show the other their true depth of caring. Entirely captivated by new sensations and by her amazing husband, Amy thought of Ben, and only Ben.
Truly, it was about love.
Ben held Amy in his arms all night, until the bright Parisian sun came streaming through their translucent muslin curtains, inviting them to greet the new day together.