She arched languidly beneath him, her hand curled into his hair as a low sighing moan ghosted past her lips to warm his ear, her smile touched just a little with envy that he could remember her mother at all, though she was glad that the memory no longer brought him pain. "Give it a year or so, and you'll know," Vicki promised him through a chuckle, predicting that their child was probably going to be just as energetic, if not more so. Her head turned, lips touching to his cheekbone, his jaw, tenderly moving toward his mouth and the deep, searingly languid kisses she excelled at.

Whatever reply was waiting on his lips was muffled by her kiss, turning to a soft sigh of contentment as her lips took his, only too happy to reciprocate. Breakfast in bed could wait a little while longer. Right now, he had an appetite for something else on his mind, a more urgent hunger driving him onward. Lit by the fire of her desire, his own matching hers, he deepened the kiss, not only wanting to bestow his affection, to love her and protect her, but to possess her, to make her his, body, mind, and soul.

It was just as well the hotel knew they were newly-weds - they were guaranteed privacy for as long as they wanted, as long as they needed. If they'd taken her father's offer to stay at the cottage, it could have become a little awkward. But here, where they had anonymity a while longer, Vicki was only too eager to take full advantage of what was on offer. She gasped softly beneath Jon's kiss, fingers rippling from their grasp at his neck to trail teasing caresses down over his sides, giving as much as she took of the intoxicating desire that passed between them.

Ridiculously happy, so much so that he sometimes felt like his heart was going to burst with joy, he surrendered himself to the moment and to her loving ministrations. The kiss, though loving, was given with such fervor it left them both breathless, but one kiss was never enough and only led to more - desperate kisses full of longing and never quite satisfied desire. The more he kissed her the more he wanted. She had become the only drug he needed, the only drug he craved. He moved over her, wrapping himself around her, penetrating her depths before she had a chance to protest. Ever so slowly, he moved within her, like a flame catching fire slowly from the smallest ember. The most patient and loving restraint offered so that the fire inside her had time to catch up to his.

He swallowed up the sounds of her pleasure, the tender half-cry of delight that broke from her lips as he fitted himself to her intimately. Lips that gasped and moaned gave him smiles, answered his kisses with her own as he drew her gently, slowly, to the breathless heights he already scaled. Her eyes, stormy with loving desire, held his gaze, showing him every minute detail of how she felt, what he gave her, hands clinging to his back as she moved with him, trembling in the grip of that burning rise to ecstasy.

Slowly, he took her higher, only surrendering himself to that ecstatic release once he knew she had reached the same pinnacle of desire. He forced his eyes to remain open, wanting to experience her, to memorize her with the complete range of his senses - watching the expression on her face as she lost herself to ecstasy, tasting her lips, devouring the sweet womanly musk of her scent, feeling her beneath him, buried in her warmth, longing to become one with her and remain in that moment for as long as nature would allow.

How she managed it, Vicki couldn't tell, but she kept her eyes open throughout the sudden rise from gentle pleasure to wild delight, as focused on him as he was on her. She clung to him in shuddering waves of unabashed longing, the loop of her legs about his hips firm then loose, that something inside coiling tighter and tighter until she couldn't hold the cresting peak any longer. Her body snapped to delicious tension, loving tenderness milking that gift for what seemed an eternity in a breath, her eyes finally closing as she surrendered herself to total possession.

There had been others on the long road toward this moment in time, but no one had ever made her feel this way; no one had ever touched her heart and soul with the merest smile, not the way Jon did. She'd known she was his all her life; now he could enjoy that knowledge himself, certain with every touch and glance that she belonged to him.

Jon watched as her pleasure crested, his own eyes only closing once she had crested, surrendering himself to the flame that was burning inside him. Shuddering with pleasure as his climax erupted, he filled her with the warmth of his offering, his body slowly relaxing as the tension ebbed away. He laid himself down beside her, turning her to face him, pulling her along with him, reluctant to part, savoring the echoing waves of pleasure that coursed over and through his body and the quiet of the moment spent in her loving embrace.

"I love you, Victoria Marshall," he whispered, his voice soft with emotion, choosing to use her maiden name, the name she was given at birth.

Her lips touched his with tender softness, the tip of her nose circling his with a gentle tease in her smile as her eyes fluttered open once again, gazing at him through the easy daze of completition. "Granger," she whispered back, correcting him with a smile. "Now and always."

He mirrored her smile, warm with affection and lulled by the sense of complete and utter contentment. "I suppose we should send word home. Let them know we're still alive." He lazily drew a hand through her hair, sifting his fingers through the long copper locks. They had been planning a fall wedding, but had grown impatient, unable to wait just one more short month to promise themselves to each other. "You aren't disappointed, are you?" he asked, not really wanting the big white wedding anymore and all the publicity that would have gone along with it.

"Jon ..." Vicki drew his name out in a warm drawl that reassured more than it concerned, fingertips playing against his chest as they lay together. "I think the only people who will be wildly disappointed they didn't get to play at the big white wedding will be Lelah and Mataya." She giggled softly, leaning close to touch her lips to his once again, unwilling to stop kissing him just yet. "I'm happy," she promised him. "Happier than I've been in years, and it's all down to you. I love you, Jon."

A small frown touched his face very briefly at the mention of their friends - his and hers, shared now that they were officially and perpetually linked. He had lost track of Lelah, having learned she'd left Rhy'Din and returned to Earth, but he couldn't concern himself too much about that now. He had his own life to live, and he was living it. The sadness quickly passed, as it always did in her company, and as she once again declared her everlasting love, he found himself arguing the point with gentle words.

"It's not me, Vicki. It's you. You've made me the happiest man in all creation. There are no words for how much I love you." Not even the Bard could help him find the words, but perhaps there was another poet who could, even if that poet had been a woman. "How do I love thee, let me count the ways."

Sadly, her sense of fun couldn't let him serenade her with that particular sonnet and not suffer for it. Her grin deepened as she eased her arms about him. "Oh, stud-muffin, talk dirty to me some more," she teased impishly. "Want me to put the false beard on for the full authentic experience?"

He chuckled at her wry sense of humor, poking fun at his expense even when he was trying to be romantic. In all truth, he didn't really have to try very hard. A romantic at heart, it came very naturally, but it was her humor that always pulled him back from the brink of disaster when he became too serious and his sincerity that tempered her sense of humor and kept them both balanced. "You're impossible. Can't you let me be romantic for five minutes without poking fun?" The smile on his face was proof that he wasn't annoyed, but amused by her teasing.

"That all depends on what you class as 'cravings', doesn't it?" Trust Vicki to turn an innocent question on its head. She turned in his arms, sliding her hands to his back as her body moulded soft and warm to his, nuzzling close. "I'm pretty sure wanting you doesn't count, but that's all I've got for you right now."

He smiled down at her as she turned herself in his arms to face him. "Man cannot live on sex alone, and neither can woman." The smile still warm on his face, but fading a little as talk of his family clouded his mood. "At least, your father seems happy for us. I don't know how happy I'd be to have my only daughter move so far away from home."

"At least I told him about Rhy'Din before we tied the knot," Vicki chuckled, refusing to engage with the cloud settling over her newly-wed husband's mood. "He's not going to be trying to book a plane to Canada to surprise us anytime soon." Her fingers trailed up over his skin, curling tenderly to his cheeks as she brushed a soft kiss to his lips. "I'm closer to Dad in Rhy'Din than I would be anywhere else in the world," she reminded him quietly. "Twenty minutes down the road, and there's the portal. So stop worrying about it." She bit his lower lip teasingly, tugging for a brief moment before letting him go. "As for the sex thing" I bet we could give John and Yoko a run for their money."

He couldn't stay serious in her company for very long and he chuckled again at her remark. "Even John and Yoko had to eat now and then." And as if on cue, there came a knock at the door, and a shout of "Room Service!"

Jon tweaked her nose with the brief brush of a kiss. "Wait here, Yoko. Breakfast has arrived." He started toward the door in just his boxers, not a modest bone in his body. Confident enough in his own skin to flash it on the big screen, not a thought given to answering the door in his skivvies.

He might not mind showing his goods to the world - or at least, to the suddenly blushing, all-business young woman who was delivering their order - but Vicki was definitely of a mind that some things were for his eyes only. As he moved away, she laughed, tucking his shirt close about herself once again in a strange echo of the first night he'd spent with her, nearly a year ago. "Try not to embarrass the staff, love, they might not come back again," she called after him teasingly.

"Oh, stop. I've got the same equipment every other red-blooded man has," he remarked, taking no heed of her warning, as he pulled open the door to allow the server to deliver their breakfast. "We're on our honeymoon. We're supposed to only be half-dressed." He greeted whoever was lucky enough to be delivering their breakfast with a grin. "Good morning!" he exclaimed, cheerily, stepping out of the way to make room for the breakfast cart.

With Vicki's chuckles filling the room, the server, whose nametag declared her to be Jodie and Happy To Help, was at least able to smile at what she saw without causing offence or seeming too friendly. "Good morning, Mr Granger," she greeted Jon politely, wheeling the silver service trolley in through the door. "Where would you like this?"

"The bedroom, if you wouldn't mind. My wife and I are going to have breakfast in bed." He beamed over at Vicki as he referred to her as his wife for the very first time, his heart swelling with pride and joy. He assumed the server had probably seen it all already - the all too obvious evidence of a young couple very much in love celebrating their honeymoon. The rumpled bedclothes, the discarded clothing strewn about the room, the glowing smiles that showed on both their happy faces. The real trick of marriage was keeping that fire burning well past the honeymoon, but Jon had no worries. His love for Vicki burned deep, strong enough to weather the harshest storms.

The smile he got from his wife in answer to his beaming show of proud happiness was every bit as lovestruck and tender, the world narrowing down to just the two of them despite their temporary company. Jodie nodded to herself, her own smile indulging the lovers' consumption of one another as she trundled the breakfast trolley through the sitting room and into the bedroom beyond, offering a second greeting to Vicki as the redhead snapped out of it to say good morning.

"If you leave the trolley outside your door when you're done, we can take it away without disturbing you further," the young server said, obviously feeling keenly the responsibility of looking after the hotel's resident newly-weds, no matter who they were. "And may I say congratulations on your marriage?"

Jon's eyes were solely for Vicki, but he managed to drag his gaze away from his blushing bride to find his wallet and fish out a very generous tip for the server. He could afford it, after all. He folded over a large bill and waited for her to finish parking the cart before handing off the crisp American hundred-dollar bill. "Thank you," he said as he offered her the tip, not only for her service but for her congratulations, as well. He had no idea if she knew who he was or not and didn't care, not one to throw around his notoriety or expect special favors because of it, though it didn't hurt to have money.

Jodie's jaw dropped at the sight of the huge tip pressed into her hand, glancing with wide eyes toward Vicki, who flicked her a grin. "Take it and run," the redhead suggested, and it seemed that Jodie was not above taking this advice to heart. Stammering a thank you of her own, the young server skipped out of the suite and closed the door firmly behind herself, shutting the newly-weds in together once again. Chuckling generously at the reaction, Vicki curled her arms around Jon once again. "You've got a friend for life there, you know."

Jon shrugged nonchalantly. He was in a good mood and feeling generous. It wasn't like he couldn't afford to be. He'd just made a cool five million from one month's work, and if the film did well, he was assured more where that came from. "So long as she appreciates it. It's nice to give something back now and then." He wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned his forehead against hers. "We should probably eat before it gets cold."

She grinned up at him, her own lean bringing them closer into contact once again. "Am I allowed to know what?s for breakfast now, or are you going to blindfold me?" she asked with impish good humor, the polite but skittish Jodie already forgotten. A thoughtful look crossed her face for a moment. "That reminds me ....we really need to get hold of some honey sometime. Or syrup. Or whipped cream." Devilish was a good word to describe her expression - it would appear that the cravings he was expecting weren't going to be indulged until she was ready for them to be.

"And just what do you plan on doing with that?" he asked, the wheels in his head already turning as he spontaneously scooped her up in his arms and carried her toward the boudoir where breakfast awaited.

She yelped, laughing merrily as he swept her off her feet, her arms curling about his neck fondly, lips brushing giggling kisses to his neck as her bare feet kicked. "Oh, I was thinking of tying you to the bed and having myself a little feast," was her impish answer, lips trailing teasing kisses to his ear to purr wickedly. "Unless you have a better idea."

He chuckled as she countered his serious toast with one of her own, Vicki-style. "I'll drink to that," he replied, as they clinked glasses. He smiled again as she kissed his cheek, before taking a sip of his own champagne, the drink not the only thing making he feel all warm and fuzzy inside. "I know," he smirked back at her. "Ever since you were seven."

"Mmhmm. Not many men can say they trained their wives to be perfect for them from childhood," she teased playfully, setting her glass down once again. He hadn't so much trained her as been there whenever she'd needed him to be, and sometimes when she hadn't known she needed him, an inconstant presence she had missed terribly each time he went away. Nothing could compare with the delight of knowing he was never going away again. Her stomach growled loudly, betraying her hunger and making her laugh once again, turning her attention back to the food before them.

"Trained?" He chuffed. "I popped into your life four times. That's not trained. And might I remind you that you're the one who insisted I pop your cherry, not the other way around." From the tone of his voice, it was obvious, he was only teasing. He had made her his when she was sixteen, not because he wanted to force himself into her life, but because he knew she loved him even then. More than just a school girl crush, he had been a constant influence on her life even from a distance without knowing it. He took up his own fork and started in on his omelette, only realizing how hungry he was once the first bite had hit his stomach. "It must have been hard for you reading about me in the papers. Not knowing how all this would turn out."

He hadn't really had a choice when it came to her virginity. She'd promised it to him at the age of thirteen, and all but forced herself on him at sixteen, spoiled for any other man long before anyone else even got a look in. And to have to wait seven years from that moment to even get a glimpse of him again had been hard. "I never really paid attention to the gossip," she admitted, nestling close to his side as they ate together. "You told me I wouldn't like the you I was growing up with, and I trusted you. It only got hard when I was working in the same theater, and then the same studio, and you still hadn't even realised I was there."

Unable to remember it, the past no longer mattered much to him, but for her, it was another matter, he thought. She'd had to follow the ups and downs of his life as it was portrayed by the press, with only a promise and her own belief in him to keep her hopes for the future alive. It suddenly struck him how difficult that must have been and how much faith she must have had in him to follow the advice of a near stranger and do exactly as he'd said. The rings they wore and the vows they'd shared were proof of that faith, and the depth of the love he felt for her deepened with that realization. "I noticed you, Vicki. How couldn't I notice" But I didn't have my head on straight then, and you always seemed to avoid me, until that night in the inn."

"Well ....you were always with someone," she reminded him with a wry smile. "And then you had the bullet problem. I didn't want to confuse you anymore than you were already." The delicate gold band on her finger sparkled as she reached over to curl her hand into his, laying her forehead to his temple lovingly. "I was testing the waters that night," she admitted with a slightly guilty smile. "Seeing if you were ready for me. I think I just missed."

He shrugged his shoulders, unconcerned by the past. It had already played out, and they had triumphed over everything that had stood in their way. "If it hadn't been for the crowd, you might have succeeded." It was no secret that he didn't like crowds of people and had felt strangely out of place and intimidated by the others in the room. Celebrity or not, at heart, Jon was a very private person. "I thought you were just flirting until the interview."

"The in-" Confusion smoothed to comprehension as she caught up with what he was talking about, a small smile touching her lips at the memory of that awful evening. "I would quite happily have splatted that talking head into the nearest wall for going at you like that, only I didn't think you'd appreciate it." Her smile deepened to a grin. "Besides, you had Lelah in your lap and Gigi making growling noises at me whenever I opened my mouth. I thought I was pushing my luck just being there." She laughed quietly, rolling her eyes. "That was about the time I gave up on waiting, though."

"It was hard to answer questions about things I didn't remember." He chuckled at the memory of Lelah on his lap. "I don't think Lee was much happier about that than I was." The mention of Lelah made him frown a little, but he wasn't going to let his worries about his old friend dampen his mood, not when they were on what amounted to their honeymoon. His thoughts circled back to the night of the interview. "I think that's when I fell in love with you. That's when I realized you really cared."

"So why," Vicki grinned, abandoning the last mouthful of her omelette to twist herself into his lap, arms curling about his neck as her nose brushed his playfully, "....why didn't you just jump me when I showed up at your apartment instead of taking me to breakfast' I was wound so tight by then just a touch would have had me naked and purring at your feet."

He was almost finished with his own omelette, washing it all down with a deep swallow of champagne, not bothering with the orange juice or coffee. He reached around her to set the glass down as he found her suddenly on his lap, her arms wrapped around his neck. He shrugged, furrowing his brows, as he thought back to that moment, trying to remember what he'd been thinking, what had been going through his head. "I was trying to go slow, to be a gentleman, but..." He smiled, almost shyly. "It was hard to do around you."

"I was very determined," she agreed impishly, smoothing her palm against his cheek in a tender caress. "You were mine, you just didn't know it yet. I was trying to be patient and let you realise it on your own, only patience really isn't my strong suit, is it?" Laughing, she nuzzled a kiss to the end of his nose, turning her head away as she reached toward the fruit on the tray, picking up a single strawberry to touch against his lips.

He smiled again as she kissed his nose, opening his mouth to accept the offering of fruit, chewing and swallowing before replying. "You never gave up on me, Vicki." And for that, he was forever grateful. "I love you," he told her quietly, his voice softening with emotion. "I'll always love you." His fingers traced her cheek lovingly as she leaned close, lowering him back to the bed. So much for breakfast.

((At least they have an excuse for the hormonal humping this time, right' :lol: ::insert effusive, scrumdiddlyumptious thanks and praises for Jon's player HERE::))