All the usual disclaimers apply
Amanda rolled over, instinctively gravitating towards the warmth that was coming from her husband's body. As she snuggled in close, Lee wrapped an arm around her and she smiled at the feeling of security the simple gesture provided. It had been too many years since she'd woke up beside a man... Well, a man that was her husband, she amended, a smile playing over her lips as she recalled a certain weekend at Pinetop Ski Resort.
Yesterday, she and Lee had finally married and last night had been their wedding night. Replaying their nocturnal activities in her mind, she felt herself becoming aroused all over again. Lee was a great lover; tender and adventurous, considerate and full of stamina... A giggle escaped her at that last thought.
"Mmm?" Lee murmured sleepily beside her.
Tilting her head, she looked up at his face. It was relaxed, his lips were slightly parted and his lashes were fanned out across his cheeks. A faint shadow of stubble covered his jaw while his usually perfect hair was tousled. She recalled how silky it felt as she'd run her fingers through it, clutching his head while he...
With a start, she realized that a pair of hazel eyes were staring at her. They were accompanied by a deep voice, raspy with sleep. "Morning."
"Morning." She smiled up at him and craned her neck to plant a kiss on his bristly chin.
The covers rustled as Lee rolled onto his side so that he was facing her. "You seem awfully chipper for someone who was up half the night." He blinked at her sleepily, a slow smile appearing on his face.
"Well, I'm sort of a morning person." She traced a pattern on his bare chest, then deliberately trailed her finger down to his stomach and then lower still. "Besides, if I recall correctly, you were the one who was 'up' most of the night..." Amanda giggled as Lee raised his eyebrows in surprise at her risqué comment. She was usually more reserved but now that they were married, and alone, with no fear of being discovered, the minx in her was starting to emerge.
Lee raised himself on his elbow and leaned over her, a playful smile appearing on his face. "I see someone's feeling frisky." He murmured against her lips, while gently brushing her hair away from her face. "I have ways to deal with people like you..."
Amanda grinned up at him. "That's what I was hoping."
Things were just starting to get interesting when there was a knock at the door. "Room Service! Your breakfast is here!" A disembodied voice called to them through the thick wooden door.
Sighing, both Lee and Amanda sank back on the bed, the moment lost. Lee began to chuckle and Amanda looked at him out of the corner of her eye. "What's so funny?" She knew she sounded petulant but couldn't help it. Their first morning together and already they were being interrupted!
"Didn't you recognize the voice?" Amanda shook her head. "It's the same lady that made up our room last night. I think she had something against newlyweds making love."
Grimacing, Amanda recalled the maid from last night. The woman had taken forever to turn the bed down, fluff the pillows... She had thought they'd have to bodily remove her. "I remember her—how could I forget?"
"You don't think this is funny?" Lee rolled his head to the side and grinned over at her.
"No." Amanda crossed her arms over her chest and pouted.
"Ahh, come on, Amanda. Where's that perky Pollyanna attitude?" Lee sat up and tapped the end of her nose.
"I lost it when she ruined our first morning together as husband and wife."
"It's not ruined. We'll have breakfast and then we can..."
"No we can't. We have a flight to catch to California, remember?"
"Oh, yeah." The smile dropped off Lee's face and Amanda immediately felt bad for ruining his mood. It was his first morning as part of a married couple. too.
Rearranging her features into a pleasanter expression, she sat up and gave him a quick kiss. "You're right. It doesn't matter. We have a long honeymoon planned and there'll be lots of mornings together over the next few weeks." She hopped out of bed and pulled on her SATIN bathrobe. I'll just move the flowers off the table and you can wheel in the breakfast cart."
As she started to walk away from the bed, Lee grabbed her by the waist and pulled her back for quick hug. "That's one of the things I love about you Amanda. You never stay down for long." He let her go and went to get their breakfast.
As Amanda sipped her coffee, she couldn't help but admire the DIAMOND engagement ring and matching wedding band that sparkled on her hand. It was going to be so nice to be able to wear them whenever she wanted over the next few weeks.
Lee was in the shower and she'd finished repacking their suitcases so they could leave as soon as he was ready. Now all she had to do was sit and wait and daydream about their life together. It wouldn't be easy juggling work, her family and a husband—especially a secret husband—but she'd find a way to pull it off. Love conquers all, or at least that's what they said...
Idly, she reached for the bud vase containing a single red rose, inhaling its heady scent. It had been on the breakfast cart, part of the VALENTINE'S Day theme that the meal had been organized around. HEART shaped pancakes, bacon, strawberries, whipped cream, fresh juice and coffee... The cart had been laden with more breakfast goodies than either of them could ever have managed to consume.
Lee had joked about what could be done with the berries and cream and she blushed at the memory. Life with Lee was certainly never going to be dull, especially in the bedroom. Even while it might embarrass her slightly, a smile still managed to spread across her face as she envisioned the possibilities.
Vaguely, she acknowledged the shower being turned off but remained seated, daydreaming about the future. Eventually they would have to tell her mother and the boys. She wouldn't be able to keep her marriage to Lee a secret forever, especially since they both hoped to have a child one day. Some things just couldn't be hidden. And of course, if she was pregnant, the Agency would have to be told, if in fact, their marriage hadn't already been discovered.
In truth, she strongly suspected that the Agency would be fully cognizant of the fact by time they returned from their honeymoon. There were eyes and ears everywhere in this business. Their only hope was that Mr. Melrose found out before Dr. Smyth. The section chief was a closet romantic—Jeannie had spilled the beans to her at an office party last year—so he might aid and abet them in their little deception, burying the records from prying eyes.
"What are you thinking about?" Lee's spoke from directly behind her and she gave a start then twisted around to glare at her husband.
"Lee, don't do that!"
"Sneak up behind me!"
He was standing in front of the mirror, combing his damp hair into place. "It wasn't on purpose. Besides, can I help it if being married to me has you so enthralled that you don't notice what's going on around you?"
Amanda noted his smirking expression being reflected back at her in the mirror and decided a little payback was needed. "If you must know, I was thinking about work." She answered loftily.
"Work? On our honeymoon?" Lee looked slightly hurt and Amanda relented.
"Well, sort of... I was just thinking about how long it would take them to find out about our marriage. I mean, will we tell them when we tell Mother and the boys, or will the Agency find out on its own, or possibly I'll get pregnant and we'll have to tell..." She noticed that Lee was standing frozen, staring at her with his hands over his head, mid-brush stroke. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?"
Slowly, he lowered his hands and walked over to where she sat, pulling her up into his arms. "I just had a mental picture of you pregnant with my baby." He pressed a hand against her belly. "The idea of a part of me, growing inside of you..." He shook his head in obvious wonderment.
"I...I might be getting too old to have children by time we're ready to tell everyone." She played with a button on his shirt before looking up at him shyly through her lashes, feeling the need to caution him.
"I know. If it happens—great; if it doesn't—that's fine, too. We've talked about this before. Our being together is what's important. A child would just be icing on the cake." He leaned down and began to kiss her slowly, passionately... Heat grew between them and all too soon, Amanda had to pull away.
"Lee, we can't do this now."
"Why not." He nibbled on her neck.
"Because we have a flight to catch."
"We could always get a later one." He was pulling her blouse out of her waist band.
"But you said Barney was expecting us. We can't keep him waiting."
Sighing, Lee stilled his hands and rested his forehead against hers. "Yeah, I guess you're right. We shouldn't be late. If we don't catch this flight, who knows when the next one will be and then our whole honeymoon will be thrown off schedule."
Taking a deep breath, Lee stepped back and finished getting ready. Amanda fixed her clothing and took a final sip of coffee, then grabbed her purse. As they headed out the door, she paused and turned to look at the room again.
"Did we forget something?" Lee queried, scanning the room.
"No, I just want to remember what this room looks like. It's where we consummated our vows and had our first Valentine's breakfast together..."
Lee gave her a one armed hug. "Don't worry. We'll be back. Maybe this can become an ANNIVERSARY tradition for us."
"I'd like that." She smiled up at him and squeezed his arm. "Okay, let go. I've got a feeling that something exciting is waiting for us in California!"
24 Hours Later...
Lee sat in the waiting room staring at the dregs of his cup of coffee. Amanda was in surgery, hit by a stray bullet. She might not make it...
He leaned his head back against the wall. Why, oh why had they both been so sure that they had to catch that particular flight? If he'd followed his instincts the previous morning, and had made love to Amanda when he had the chance, none of this would have happened. They would have missed their flight, arrived later... Now he might never have a chance to make love to her again. He tightened his hands, uncaring that his flexing fingers were crushing the paper cup he held, or that a puddle of cold coffee was forming on the floor in front of him.
A nurse bustled in, caring a bouquet of red and white flowers. She set them on a nearby table and spent a moment arranging them. Turning, she gave a start when she saw him sitting in the shadowed corner. "Oh, Mr. Stetson, you surprised me. I didn't realize you were there."
"Sorry." Lee could barely get the words out. He was staring intently at the flowers.
Seeing the direction of his gaze, the woman started to explain. "Aren't they lovely? One of the patients past away, and her family didn't want them to go to waste, so..." Her voice trailed off, as she realized what she was saying. "I'm sorry. That was tactless of me. Don't you worry. Your wife is in the hands of a fine surgeon. She'll be just fine."
Lee nodded and tightened his lips. The woman hesitated and then quietly left the room. As her footsteps faded into the distance, he left himself slump in his chair. God, he'd never even bought Amanda a Valentine's Day present before.
'If only she pulls through this,' he vowed, 'I'll buy her the best present every year. I'll make sure it's always a special day. I'll never be one of those husbands that forgets or doesn't think it's important. If only she makes it..."