So, I'm back! I know I know…its taken me SUPER long to upload…its just with school and all….but here's this chapter…its pretty long…as in one of the longest I've ever written…so I figured this was how I could beg for your forgiveness…well enjoy!
Chapter 10: Wedding Day/Wedding Night
Tony sat nervously in the jet that was flying him home to Cocoa Beach. For once he was glad he wasn't the one piloting the plane. He sat there wondering how he would react to seeing Jeannie. He was relived to know that Dr. Bellows wasn't going to be there, but that didn't stop him from being nervous. He knew he wanted to take her in his arms and kiss her and never let go, but he knew he wouldn't. He was also nervous because he was going to get married in a few hours. He had made sure to get the rings made by asking Roger to go to the jewelers for him. From the sound of it, they were ready and beautiful. Tony couldn't help but think back to the conversation he had with Roger about Jeannie. He had done some things when he was younger with women, but he made a promise to himself that he wouldn't let himself get that close to any other woman again until he was married. Wow. He was getting married, and to Jeannie. He couldn't help regret a lot of the things he did. His thoughts we're interrupted when he noticed the plane touching down. He took a deep breath and waited for the plane to stop.
Jeannie stood there on the tarmac with Roger at her side. She watched as the plane that brought her master to her touched down and slowed to a stop. The few minutes her master seemed to be taking in getting out of the plane were almost unbearable. When she finally saw him emerge from the plane, she found herself walking towards him. Her eyes were glued to his as they got closer, until they were standing directly in front of each other.
"Hello darling." Tony said quietly.
"Hello master." Answered Jeannie in a whisper. Before Jeannie could say anything else, Tony wrapped his arms around her and just held her tight. It felt right. It felt like everything in the world was back in its rightful place. Tony loosened his hold on her just enough to place a soft, sweet kiss on her lips. It told Jeannie everything that he wanted to say but didn't know how to put into words. As swiftly as he started the kiss, he stopped it and rested his forehead on hers.
"I missed you." Jeannie said before Tony could utter out those very words. He smiled.
"Me too, darling, me too." Out of the corner of his eye, Tony saw Roger shifting uncomfortable from foot to foot. "I think I better go say hi to Roger. He seems to be getting impatient."
"Yes, I believe he is." Tony said after taking a look. She took a hold of his hand and they both walked back towards Roger.
"Hey Roge!" Tony said excitedly and hugged his best friend. "How have you been?"
"Busy." Roger responded with a wink, which Tony knew meant that was busy with his girl.
"I see. Well, shall we get going?" He said looking at Jeannie. She smile and blinked the three of them outside a courtroom.
"The justice of the peace is ready to marry you. Tony, here are the rings." Roger said as he got them out. "Courtney is waiting inside for me. I'll introduce her to you after." Roger said and left the couple standing alone outside the courtroom doors.
"Are you ready?" Tony said, his voice slightly shaking."
"Yes, master, I am." Jeannie smiled and they walked into the room, hand-in-hand.
Tony and Jeannie walked out of the courtroom two hours later hand-in-hand, but this time, they were man and wife. Jeannie was probably the happiest girl in the world. She had her master, the man she loved and adored, back home with her, and she was now his wife. Tony couldn't have been happier either. He was a little scared, scared to get too happy, knowing that in a day, he'd be back on that tarmac, heart breaking as he'd have to leave his wife behind. Wife, wow. He thought. This is how it's supposed to be. He squeezed Jeannie's hand and she turned to look at him. Tony could see the happiness in her eyes, she seemed to glow. Before Tony could say anything, he heard Roger's voice from behind him.
"Tony, I'd like you to meet Courtney." Standing next to Roger was a tall, blonde, with bright green eyes. She smiled at Tony. There was something about her. She had that same kind of mystique Jeannie had. Maybe she was a fortune teller, or maybe even a psychic!
"It's nice to meet you." She shook his hand. "You're wife is a very nice girl." She smiled at Jeannie.
"It's a pleasure to meet you too and yes, I know. I'm very lucky to have her." He gave Jeannie's hand another squeeze.
"Well I know you too probably want some alone time, and I was planning to go catch a movie with Courtney later so I guess we should say our goodbyes." Roger said knowing that his two best friends probably wanted to spend the most time they could together. "So Tony," he turned to look at his best friend. "Take care while you've over there. You've got a wife to think about now. I'm probably not gonna see you tomorrow so I want to wish you the best of luck and you better write often."
"I will Roge. Look out for her while I'm gone." Tony said nodding his head towards Jeannie.
"I will." He paused and dropped his voice to a whisper so that only Tony could hear. "Don't have too much fun tonight, you hear?" he grinned and winked. Before Tony could recover from what he had just heard, Roger said "Well Jeannie, I'll see you soon."
"Of course, Major Healey." She smiled. She couldn't help noticed that Tony had tensed up beside her.
"Well Jeannie, I'll see you Tuesday for when we go shopping. And have a safe trip pack Colonel Nelson." Courtney smiled as she walked off with Roger. Tony could tell she was good for him. When they were out of sight, Jeannie turned to face Tony.
"Well master, where would you like to go?"
It took Tony a second before he broke out of his daze. "Oh, um, Jeannie, could you blink us home. Well not necessarily home, but outside the front door?"
"Well master if you want to get something, why don't you not just let me pop us into the house." Jeannie asked confused about her master's strange request.
"Not it's alright. I know what I'm doing. Just blink us outside the front door." He smiled widely at her.
"Oh alright." She crossed her arms and blinked them outside of the house. Before Jeannie could ask anything, Tony had picked her up and leaned in to kiss her while he carried her through the threshold.
"That's what I wanted to do." Tony said as he put her down. She laughed and leaned up to kiss him again. It had been too long since he had been gone and she missed his kisses. He responded enthusiastically but couldn't help think about his letter with Roger. He pulled away a few moments later and took Jeannie to the couch.
"Master, what has been bothering you? When Major Healey said something to you, back at the courthouse, you completely tensed up. You seem like you have something on your mind. What is it?" she asked curiously, but with a hint of concern in her voice.
As Tony looked at Jeannie, his new wife, he figured he might as well get it off his mind.
"Well Jeannie, a while ago Roger mentioned something to me and well I have to ask you something. I just, I don't know exactly how to ask you." He paused and saw a look coming from her that only told him to go on. "Well, now that were married…I just wanted to know if you, I mean, if you've ever, you know…" he still wasn't getting any kind of answer other than the look of confusion coming from Jeannie. Tony took a deep breath. "Jeannie, what I want to ask you is…have you ever done anything more than kissing with a man before?" Tony finished his sentence quickly.
Jeannie could feel the color flooding her cheeks. She slowly shook her head. "No master, I have not." Tony felt relief flood his entire body, but that would soon vanish. "Have you?" Jeannie looked at her husband's eyes, hoping his answer would be the same, but from what she saw, it wasn't.
"I…yes…" Tony said and looked down at his hands, ashamed. "I did some things when I was younger, but I regret it now, you have to believe me, I truly to regret it and I hope that this doesn't change your views about me. If I could take it back I would."
Jeannie could tell from his eyes and the tone of this voice that he meant every word of what he was saying. "No, of course not darling, I understand."
Tony only felt slightly better, but he knew he had hurt her. "I'm really, really sorry. I'm not asking for your forgiveness though. I just want you to know that those things were my past and only my past and I t will stay like that, forever."
"I know. I am not upset. Really, I am not." She smiled and felt that she was ready to move on past this and not let it ruin a perfectly beautiful day. "Alright, master, where would you like to go for out honeymoon?"
"Oh anywhere, Jeannie. Anywhere you want to go." He said happily, knowing that they could move on.
"Well then, I know exactly the place."
Before Tony could ask where they were going, he found himself standing on a beach, facing a small shack with Jeannie at his side.
"Are we where I think we are?" he asked as he turned around to face the water.
"What better place to celebrate out honeymoon than in the place we met?"
Tony couldn't believe it. Jeannie had blinked them to the island in the South Pacific where he had crash landed years before. Where he had see a strange bottle move around in the sand. Where he had found a beautiful genie in that very bottle. Where his life had changed completely after they had shared their first kiss.
"Jeannie…" was all he could utter out.
"I knew you would be pleased." She said taking his hand and leading him along the beach until they were both standing in the same places as they had all those years ago.
Tony just stood there, looking at Jeannie. Looking at his genie, looking at his wife. He looked around and thanked whatever powers may have been out there for making him the one who had crashed landed. He felt happy, he felt like nothing, not even having to leave the very next day, could have made him feel bad. He pulled Jeannie close to him, her back to his chest, and just held her there. They stood facing the ocean, Tony resting his chin on the top of her head, Jeannie enjoying the feeling on strong arms being wrapped around her, holding her. Their breathing slowed and they heart beats were soon in sync as they watched the sun set from the island. Their island.
"Jeannie?" Tony mumbled.
"Mhmm?" Jeannie responded with her eyes closed, leaning her head farther back, as if trying to mold their bodies even closer together than they already were.
"Nothing. I just love you." He whispered in her ear. It sent chills down Jeannie's spine.
"And I love you." She replied, placing a trail of kisses along his jaw. She turned around to face him and continued to cover his face with soft, quick kisses. His forehead, nose, eyes, cheeks, neck, anywhere and everywhere, but his lips. She could see the frustration and longing building up in his eyes, but she want going to give in that easy.
"Close your eyes." She said, removing herself from his arms.
"What? Why?" Tony said confused.
"Master, please, just close your eyes."
"On one condition."
"What is that?"
"That you don't call me 'master' anymore. Call me 'Tony'." He smiled. As much as he enjoyed hearing Jeannie call him 'master', his pet name, he would prefer if she called him his name.
"Yes…Anthony." She said in a slightly quieter voice. Anthony, Anthony, Anthony…like the great Mark Antony! Jeannie thought. Her thoughts were broken when she realized he had closed his eyes.
"Alright Jeannie, they're closed. What do I do know?"
"Just wait m-Anthony." She giggled and quietly began walking back towards the shack.
"Alright…" Tony said as he stood there. He thought about the strangeness in Jeannie's request. After a few seconds, he opened his eyes to find himself standing alone on the beach. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of blonde hair entering the shack. He smiled to himself and went to go and find her.
As he opened the door to the shack and looked inside, he found it to be dark. He stepped inside and called out her name. In the blink of an eye, well Jeannie's eyes anyways, the room was lit up by candle light and Tony found Jeannie in her usual pink harem outfit carrying a bottle of champagne and glasses. She blinked again and the bottle of champagne poured itself into the two glasses. She handed one to him.
"To us." She smiled with a twinkle in her eye.
"To us." Tony said and sipped a bit from glass. "Jeannie," he said after a few moments, "you owe me something." He was craving her touch.
"What do you mean? What do I owe you?" Jeannie asked, momentarily confused.
"This." He said as he closed the space between their lips.
It started out as a sweet and tender kiss. A kiss to show Jeannie how much she meant to Tony. To prove to her how much he loved her, but it soon changed into something a lot more passionate. All those years of bottled up emotions and longings for each other had suddenly erupted inside both of them.
Jeannie didn't think it was possible for any man to make her feel the way Tony was making her feel. It was something new, something different than what his kisses stirred up inside her. She liked it.
Now, Tony knew Jeannie could kiss. He knew she could drive him crazy with a simple little peck, but this was on a whole other level. He couldn't fight it any longer. In one swift move, he picked her up, pressing her body closer to his, making sure they're lips never lost contact, and carried her off in the direction of the bedroom. In one last, quick move, he shut the door.
GAH! By far my longest chapter up to date! I really hope you are enjoying my story! And if you are, why don't you drop me a line or two to tell me! Reviews mean a lot to me. Oh! And hang in there for the next upload…I hope I get the time to write soon…so be on the lookout!
Thanks for reading, Briggitte