A/N: I know it's been like 10,000 years since I've updated but it's summer and now I will have a lot of time to update. I'm also reworking my Breakfast Club story. Alright, so this contains my first legit sex scene. So constructive criticism would be rad. I don't think it's good but whatever.

Chapter 7

Mark's POV

"Do you, Clare Diana Edwards, take Mark James Fitzgerald to be your husband?" Clare squeezed my hand and smiled at me.

"I do,".

"And do you, Mark James Fitzgerald, take Clare Diane Edwards to be your wife?" I winked at Clare and squeezed her hand back.

"I do,".

"With the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride," I quickly swept Clare into my arms and kissed her passionately. She wrapped her arms around my shoulder and we stood up together.

"I can't believe it. Were married," Clare took my hand and smiled brightly. I smiled and pulled her close to me.

"Alright kids, I know you're all 'lovey-dovey' and what not, but you need to get a move on. I've got a 3'oclock coming in and I need to get this place ready," The 'priest' pushed us out the door and we made our way to my car.

"So this is your 'dream' wedding location, Mrs. Fitzgerald?" I asked, opening her car door. She sat down and pulled her dress in after her.

"Yes, but it's not the room or anything, it's the space behind it. Before this place became what it is now, there used to be a play ground and my family came every Sunday after church until Darcy and I were too old to enjoy it," I reached over and grabbed her hand. Clare turned and smiled brightly, "There are so many good memories here, so I thought 'Why not add one more',". I nodded and brought her hand up to my lips and kissed it. "So Mr. Fitzgerald, where to now?"

"Anywhere, just drive,". We hadn't picked out a location for our honeymoon considering we didn't have enough money to afford it. I nodded to her demand and pulled out of the parking lot. I could feel Clare's hand gently shaking in mine and turned to look at her.

"What's wrong?" I asked her. She sighed.

"I'm nervous," She said quietly. I wracked my brain to see if I could figure out what she was nervous for, and then it dawned on me. The wedding night. It had meant a lot to Clare that we hadn't had sex until we were married, and now it was all she was thinking of.

"Don't be nervous, we don't even have to do anything, we can wait a little longer," I prayed she would disagree with me. It's not that I minded waiting a little longer, it's the fact that I had dreamed about this for months since I proposed and I would have to still wait. Clare looked at our hands and hesitated.

"No, it's okay," She turned to look at me. "I just don't want to seem like some stupid virgin," I sighed. I knew it bothered Clare that I was a bit more experienced than her, and I had told her that none of those other girls mattered. All that I cared about was her and being in that moment with her.

"You're not. I love you, virgin or not. You are my world," I told her honestly. Clare blushed and smiled at me.

"Let's head home," She said. I nodded and drove back to our apartment.

. . .

Clare's POV

We arrived back at our apartment and I gasped as I entered the room. It was filled with votive candles, rose petals on the floor leading to the bedroom and soft music playing in the background. I turned to Mark and he closed the door behind us.

"How did you…" I trailed off and he came close to me, wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to his chest.

"I may or may not have given Alli the key, and she may or may not have come and decorated," Mark told me. I smiled and leaned up to kiss him.

"It's perfect," I whispered against his lips. I wrapped my arms around his neck and continued to kiss him, using more pressure, wanting to build up the passion. I felt Mark's arms move from my waist to under my legs. He picked me up bridal style and carried me into the bedroom. He gently laid me on to our bed and stood in front of me and removed his jacket and undershirt leaving him in his pants. "Wait," I said and I stood up from the bed, "I'll be right back,". A couple days before the wedding, the day before my bachelorette party, Alli had forced me into going shopping for lingerie for the wedding night. We had gone into Victoria Secret and after a very long and stressful two hours, we decided on a simple white lace set. I went from the bedroom to the bathroom to change into the panties. I gently pulled my wedding dress off and looked into the mirror. "Breathe, Clare, it'll be okay. Everything will be fine," I told myself. I pulled on the panties and felt myself blush. Sure, Mark had seen me in my panties before, that was nothing new. But now he was going to see what was underneath them and that made me extremely nervous. I took a deep breath and walked back into the bedroom. Mark had taken off his pants and was laying back on the pillows. I cleared my throat and he quickly sat up.

"Clare," His eyes widened and I blushed even more, if that was at all possible. I crossed my arms over my chest and looked down on the ground.

"Do you like it?" I asked, being brave and looking directly at him. Mark got of the bed and walked over to me and cupped my cheeks.

"You are so beautiful," He told me and leaned down and captured my lips in a slow, heart stopping kiss. I felt all my worries melt away as he pulled me close to him. I broke away from him and walked to the bed and sat down on the edge. Mark followed quickly after me and I laid back. He moved over me and kissed my neck. I gasped as his lips reached my weak spot behind my ear and he bit down lightly.

"Mark," I breathed. I felt him smirk against my skin. He loved it when I said his name when we were intimate. He bit down a little harder and ran his hands all over my body. He cupped my breasts and I arched up to allow him the opportunity to unclasp my bra. He quickly took the offer and moved his hands to my back. It took three or four tries but he unclasped the hooks and pulled off the lace material. I blushed in an instant feeling his eyes travel over the newly exposed skin. His eyes came up to mine and smiled slightly.

"Don't be embarrassed. You are beautiful," Mark told me again. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down to me and I captured his lips in a kiss. I felt his heart beating fast and I felt comfort in knowing I wasn't the only who was nervous. I ran my hands from his neck down his chest to the band of his boxers.

"Can I take them off?" I asked in between kisses.

"Please," He replied. I let out a nervous laugh and pushed his boxers down his legs. He kicked them off and I felt his manhood press against my thigh and gasped. I didn't think I would ever get used to that feeling. I felt Mark move his hands down to my panties and his hands slipped behind them and he grabbed my butt and I let out a squeal.

"Can I take yours off?" He asked. I nodded and he moved his hands from my butt to the waistband and pushed them down my legs. I was now super aware of how bare I was in front of him. "I can't believe this is finally happening," Mark whispered and I smiled and pulled him to me and kissed him. He picked me up and moved me so my head rested on the pillows. "I'll be right back," He told me. He moved off of the bed and opened the bedside table drawer and pulled out a small foil package.

"Mark, we…uh, we don't need one," I told him. He gave me a confused look, "I'm on the pill," I explained.

"You never told me?" He asked.

"It never came up," I tried with a small smile.

"You should have told me," Mark said seriously.

"Can we talk about this later? I kind of really want you," I smiled and Mark rolled his eyes.

"Okay, okay," He laughed and came back to the bed and climbed over me. He pushed his hands between my thighs and moved them apart and came closer to me. "Let me know if I hurt you, okay?" Mark looked into my eyes and I nodded. I placed my hands on his shoulders and waited from him to place himself at my entrance. "Here we go," He whispered and I felt him push into me. I winced at the intrusion and I was quickly surprised that the pain was not as bad as I thought it would be. It was more uncomfortable than painful. I closed my eyes and Mark was very patient as I adjusted to him being inside me.

"Mark, move please," I told him. He nodded and pulled out slowly and pushed back in. He groaned and let his head fall into my chest.

"Clare, I'm not going to last very long," He told me. I nodded and let my head fall back onto the pillows. It was an amazing feeling to say the least. Mark thrust a couple more time into me and he groaned loudly. "C-Clare," I felt him let himself go. He stopped moving and I blushed awkwardly not knowing what to do now. He moved himself out of me and I moved to grab my panties off the floor. "Where do you think your going?" He asked.

"Well, we finished," I said nervously.

"Not yet," He moved me back to rest on the pillows and kissed down my body landing right above my opening.

"Mark…what?" I question and then I felt his lips on me. He licked and sucked my clit in between his lips and I felt his finger slip inside. I arched my back and let out a moan. He moved his tongue and finger faster and I bucked wildly. I felt a coil behind my belly button wind up and soon it sprung loose. "Mark, oh, Mark," I moaned loudly. Mark gave me one last lick and pulled back. I looked down on him and ran my fingers through his hair. He moved up next to me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"So, was it what you imagined it to be?" Mark asked.

"Yes, it was better than I imagined," I told him with a lazy smile. I turned and laid my head on his chest and Mark moved to wrap the bed sheets around us.

"Goodnight, Mrs. Fitzgerald, I love you," Mark whispered in my ear.

"I love you too," I whispered back and fell asleep in his arms.