These stories/chapters are always a struggle for me. My Wedding Night stories are especially difficult because of the need to keep the tone light and the subject matter sweet. Thus, it has taken me a long time to get this written. I hope you like what I've finally come up with. I love you all. Thank you for reading and reviewing. This is my last Wedding Night story. Yes, it is sad. Don't worry. I will definitely be writing more Disney and maybe Beauty and the Beast in the future. Au revoir pour maintenant!
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Adam settled her head in the crook of his shoulder as her breathing finally began to slow to a reasonable pace and his limbs stopped trembling. He wasn't quite sure how they had gotten to this point. His motions had been awkward and stilted but she hadn't seemed to notice. The lessons he had taken such care to remember had fallen away as he gradually began to learn what she liked best, what touch produced that little catch in her throat, what movement made her brown eyes darken to a molten chocolate. It seemed inconceivable that it could have been disappointing when it had exceeded anything he could have imagined. "That was..."
"Perfect," she finished, smiling up at him. The look of surprise on his face echoed the feeling that had resonated in her as the tentative lovemaking that had ratcheted up the tension in her broke. The feeling of utter contentment still permeated every cell of her being. It was wonderful.
He stopped stroking his hand over her back to stare down at her. He blinked. Then, he smiled. "I love you," he said, kissing her cheek.
"I know," Belle replied. She murmured happily as he began nuzzling his face against her neck. "I think we made a baby tonight," she whispered.
He stilled. "How do you know?" he asked.
"I don't. But I want desperately for it to be true...and it can't hurt to put it out into the universe. Maybe someone will hear and grant my wish," she said playfully.
"Our wish," he said, taking her hand in his and raising it to his lips.
It was her turn to stop and turn to look at him. "Well, it was magic that brought us together so it would only be natural for magic to..." she broke off as he began to shake his head. "No?"
"No. It was you. Your bravery and beauty captured me. Your intelligence and sweetness enchanted me. And love brought us together," he murmured while continuing to drop kisses along the line of her neck.
She placed her hands on either side of his face and focused his gaze on hers. "You say the loveliest, sweetest things sometimes."
A dull blush reddened his cheeks, no longer hidden by fur. "Don't tell anyone," he muttered gruffly.
"Never," she teased. "You know, magic is all well and good but maybe we should help the process along."
"Are you willing to try again so soon? That is, I don't mean to suggest... But I..." her words continued to stumble around before she snapped her mouth shut, blushing furiously.
He grinned. "Yes. I've yet to be disappointed by one of your proposals, my love," he said, recalling the first bargain they had ever made. "I doubt I ever will be."
"I aim to please," she murmured demurely before launching herself at him, as he caught her laughing in his arms.