Happiness For H: Something In White

The Wedding Night – part 2

Horatio watched Emilyfor several minutes, his hands in the pockets of his black silk robe. She was sleeping peacefully, her head for once not buried under the comforter. It had been a long day for both of them and he really should let her get her rest. But it was their wedding night and he very much wanted to feel her responding to his touch once again. Sitting down on the bed beside her, Horatio leaned over and began to drop soft kisses on her lips.

Emily's sleep-drugged mind slowly became aware of the feather-light touch of Horatio's mouth and she turned her head from his kiss. Those lips followed however, and when she lifted her arms to push him away, her hands encountered silky material covering his muscled arms. When her eyes finally fluttered open, she found herself looking directly into his blue eyes.

"Lieutenant I hope you are prepared to deal with the consequences of waking me up," she said sleepily. Her toes curled at the possessive look in his eyes.

"Mmmm, just exactly what type of consequences did you have in mind sweetheart?" He began to nibble on her earlobe.

"Very serious ones, Lieutenant," she said breathlessly, as his wandering lips sent shivers up and down her spine.

"Do they involve coffee or chocolate?" Horatio lifted his head long enough to look into her eyes, satisfied that the sleepiness was quickly disappearing from their hazel depths. He nuzzled the sensitive spot on her neck. Emily laughed softly.

"Maybe afterwards," she admitted, "but right now, I've got other plans for you, Horatio."

"I'm listening, sweetheart," he murmured, slipping one of his hands beneath the blankets. He felt her tremble from the warm touch of his hand against her skin. Emily's hands slid down his chest, finding the knotted belt at his waist.

"You have too many clothes on Horatio," she said softly, her fingers busy with the knot. He felt her hands on his waist as she pushed the silky material aside.

"Look at me Emily," he said huskily and she found herself looking into the brilliant blue fire of his eyes in the flickering candlelight.

"Horatio." It was almost a sigh. "I love you."

"I love you too, Emily." His mouth covered hers in a sensual kiss and Emily felt the heat of his body as he joined her beneath the comforter.

Emily awoke the next morning to the sound of the wind howling outside the windows. She snuggled deeper beneath the comforter, Horatio's arm heavy around her waist. For some time she lay there, watching him sleep. His hair was tousled and some had fallen across his forehead as he slept. Light lashes rested against his tanned skin and the tiny lines that she could see at the corner of his eyes when he was awake were all but gone. Her gaze was drawn to his mouth, relaxed in sleep. She blushed when she thought of the wanton way she had returned his kisses last night, urging him to make love to her.

'I need coffee,' she thought as she debated the pros and cons of getting out of the toasty warm bed. In the end, the need for coffee won out and she carefully slipped from beneath Horatio's arm. The satin and lace negligee Jean had given her left little to the imagination and barely reached her knees. Shivering in the coolness of the upstairs bedroom, Emily looked around for her bag and dug out her sweats. Collecting her toiletries bag, she retreated to the bathroom.

Horatio woke to the welcome aroma of brewing coffee mingling with frying bacon wafting up the open stairway from the kitchen below. He lay there for some moments listening to the soft strains of Maire Brennan's "Misty Eyed Adventures" mixing with Emily's voice singing along. When he went to flip back the comforter, the gold wedding band Emily had placed on his finger yesterday caught his eye. Her expression had been full of love as she promised to love him for better or for worse. It had been all he could do not to take her in his arms right then and there and kiss her until the world faded away.

Emily was sipping her coffee, watching the wind throw waves at the rock formation jutting out from the shore. She didn't hear Horatio come down the stairs.

"Good morning, Mrs. Caine." His sexy soft voice tickled her ear as he slid his arms around her waist.

"Mmmm …" Emily leaned her head back to rest against his chest. "I like the way that sounds, Horatio."

The End