Finally Yours

Almost everything was over, the ceremony, the pictures, the dancing, it was all in the past now, a distant memory from the here and now. It was peculiar looking back because only a few hours before Lydia and Edward were both locked away in their separate rooms sleeping in different beds. A few hours ago they were two separate individuals connected by a verbal promise to be with one another till the day they took their last breaths. But now, under God, they made the promise to be with one another, forever.

 

Lydia could not help but blush a cherry pink when Edward took her hand with a smile that had a whole sleuth of hidden meanings. There was no question what was to come, she had known this would happen since the first time her lips touched his ten fateful years prior. The anticipation had been building since his hands first innocently brushed against her sensitive areas. Over the past weeks as the wedding drew nearer, the anticipation had mounted and created a quagmire for both parties. Edward often had to keep his hands at bay when he touched her skin, and after spending an evening with his Lydia, would often be left with the lingering desire for her. Many times he had come close to losing control, but she was good enough to shove him off of her to avoid going back on a promise to only be with one another on their wedding night.

 

All of that frustration was over now, washed away with the moment each said “I do” at the altar. No more cold showers for Edward, and no more sleepless nights for Lydia in a lonely and empty bed. Now she’d never have to sleep alone, she’d always have a warm body next to her to cradle her when her fears sprouted or a nightmare had been had.

 

Lydia supposed that Edward’s face would flush a deeper crimson than her own, but when her eyes graced his perfectly chiseled face, not a hint of flush was on his cheeks, just a halfway smile. I wonder why he’s smiling Lydia’s inner monologue mused as she felt her own redness climb a few degrees on the thermometer. Sure, she knew that they would get married someday, but that someday was always far off in the distance. She could always look and not touch. That someday came; she could look and touch him all she wanted.

 

And he could touch her all he wanted.

 

Edward’s train of thought was all over the place, from his own need for Lydia to be close to him all the way to his own carnal desire to ravage her body and take advantage of her innocence. He’d never tell her the latter in fear she’d think or look at him differently, but he couldn’t deny the primeval instinct he had to be with her. It scared him though that he’d take things too far, but then his lower brain reminded him that they were now married, she was his and he was hers. His brain wanted to explode as his thoughts went back and forth. He was disgusted with himself for even thinking such a heinous thought about his beautiful bride.

 

It had only been a few minutes since each bestowed their goodbyes to those left at the reception but it had felt like an eternity as both Lydia and Edward made their way to the elevator that would take them to their room. Theirs, a word that echoed in Edward’s ears still. Now it would be official that things would be shared between the two of them. Lydia pushed the button to call the elevator and the silence sustained between the pair. Neither knew what to say to one another except ricochet the words “I love you”. That did not need to be said though because both knew what the other meant to each other’s hearts. Sometimes though, Edward did ponder if Lydia knew what she did to him and how she made him feel.

 

The bell rung when it hit the bottom floor and the doors opened to reveal a space that could comfortably fit ten people, not that ten people would be riding in the elevator up to the room. Knock on wood Lydia’s inner thoughts murmured, the awkwardness between her and her husband was already starting to tear at her. Why was he being so quiet to her? Why had he not kissed her for real now they were alone and away from prying eyes? Sure, he had kissed her that day, but they were quick and stolen kisses. None of the ones they shared today had been like the ones that led them up to this day. Touya was no where to be seen and Tomoyo was not attached to Lydia’s hip, so what was with his delay? There had to be a good reason, she kept telling herself. Somewhere behind his dark eyes there was a secret meaning as to why he was not intimate with her now that they were married. His hand suddenly gave hers a tight squeeze when the elevator passed the fourth floor, only four more. It reassured her.

 

Both lost track of the time and then the doors opened again to the elevator bay on the eighth floor. From the elevator bay, there was a long hallway that glowed golden under the strategically placed lights. Edward took the first move and began to pull on Lydia’s arm. Lydia advanced with him, trying to prolong the time they were out in public. She didn’t know herself, but the finality of the door shutting behind them frightened her. They had been alone together in a room, but it was never like this where anything went. Just moments before her inner thoughts were urging him to rip her white wedding dress off, and now she had become pale

 

“You okay?” Edward choked out after a few steps outside the elevator. He sensed her fear; he could just read it from the scrunched look on her face. With everything he had, he didn’t want her to be scared of him. He loved her with everything he had, his heart, his soul, and soon his body.

 

“I’m fine,” Lydia said cheerfully. It’s Edward! Her inner thoughts screamed at her. She couldn’t think of a time when he had hurt her deliberately and now was no exception. “Really,” she assured when she was not convinced that he bought her reply. The gaze he gave her searched her entire being and sent shivers down Lydia’s back already. Another squeeze and they continued down the hall. With his other hand, Edward searched his pocket for the room key he had received earlier that night. He yanked it out and gave it a once over before stopping in front of a door that looked exactly like all the other ones that lined the hallway.

 

“It’s this one,” He said with somewhat a hint of determination. Lydia took the key from him and put it in and opened the door. For some reason or another, Edward couldn’t help but think about how erotic it was. It was the way she reached over and cupped his hand and leisurely pulled it from his grip. Before the door even opens I’m about ready to explode Edward mused as Lydia pushed the door ajar with her now free hands.

 

The room was not lit when they entered, but Edward remedied that by finding the light switch and flipping it on. When he did so, the room seemed to glow the same golden shade as the hallway. Opposite where they were standing was a window the length of the wall that looked out to the lights of Hong Kong, but to the side there were blinds that could be pulled across the window to hide the bustling night life. Adjacent to them was a rather large bed, Edward guessed it was a King, which sported light red sheets and throw with at least ten pillows scattered at the top. Overall, the room was decorated imperially with a taste of Chinese design mixed in with contemporary feelings.

 

“This is it,” Edward noted, feeling a bit foolish as he said so. He gave Lydia a glance out of the side of his eye. Lydia then nodded in agreement to his comment.

 

“I’ll be right back,” She told him, running her hand to his shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze. Lydia then proceeded to the bathroom that was right next to where they were standing. She shut the door slowly as to not worry Edward by slamming it hard, pretty much in his face. Her eyes traveled to the mirror and over her complexion and appearance. It was a wonder that in the past ten minutes she had yet to sweat all her cosmetics off. She reached for a washcloth and began to pat down her face.

 

Edward stood looking at the door in a bewildered state. He had often wondered what would happen on their wedding night, but this was definitely not what he imagined. Not a few moments alone with her, and she was already hiding herself away. He loved her to death and wished she would not do things like this to him, he’d be damned if she was trying to fix her hair or touch up her make up, she looked like an angel already. Hell, she looked like an angel even when she chose to nix the make up for a day. Shaking his head, he walked to the bed and sat down, awaiting her return from the bathroom.

 

Ten years, his mind wondered to all the experiences they shared, all the firsts they had together. First kisses, first touches, first confession of love, and now this, the final stage in their relationship yet to be bridged. He often “practiced”, especially if Lydia’s hands had been frisky around a particular spot in his anatomy, but there was always something missing from the experiences, as if he wasn’t complete or satisfied. Lydia was always missing.

 

Eventually, the bathroom light was deuced and the door opened again and Edward’s heart nearly stopped. He had been wrong by thinking that Lydia could not look any prettier. Gone was her white satin dress that hid her body so well, yet accentuated each luscious curve and in its place was a chemise of the same pearly white. But instead of it flowing past her feet, the scanty night garment reached only mid thigh and plunged deep to her breasts, hugging the curves unlike her wedding dress had. She looked… Edward gulped, not being able to think of a proper word for her. Angel, but that was demoting her too much.

 

“Ne?” Lydia gave what seemed to be a faint smile to Edward. All he did was take a deep breath and stare at her body. He always knew what a gorgeous frame she had, but he had never seen her in anything so revealing. Lydia was always so conservative, even around him. Their frequent trips to the beach had always entrusted Lydia in a very modest one piece with a wrap around her waist to hide her legs. They were beautiful legs though, Edward concluded, wondering why she would want to hide them all these years. A sense of pride washed over him though as he then concluded he liked her to cover up so other men would not look at her the way he saw her.

 

“Lydia…” All he could mouth was her name, which she had no qualms with. It was her intention to surprise him with such a piece of nightwear. Lydia almost felt naked before him, her whole body on display for his eyes to look her over. How could she mind his eyes though? A long time ago she had told herself that Edward would be the only man to see her in a nude state. She wasn’t nude yet though; the chemise still covered her, leaving almost nothing to Edward’s overactive imagination.

 

Her feet padded slowly over to the bed where Edward was planted, still in a wave of awe that his wife was standing before him in such flimsy attire. My wife he smiled at the fact that forever she would be his, to love and to cherish everyday and every night without the worry of driving home with the burden between his legs to worry about.

 

“I love you,” She informed him, touching his face with her small hand. It traced lightly the outline of his jaw. Soon her fingers were brushing gently over his lips.

 

“I love you,” His arms went around her as he stood up. He cradled her in his arms, feeling the warmth of her body press against his…God; it was like heaven was placed in his arms. After her trip to the bathroom, her hair was free from the bobby pins and hair ties and now flowed to just above Lydia’s shoulders. Finally noticing this, Edward’s hands found Lydia’s locks of hair and ran his fingers through their soft strands in a delicate, yet enticing way.

 

It was such a simple embrace, but this touch and feeling made Edward’s arousal more evident than before. Amber met Emerald when Lydia noticed just what her ensemble evoked out of the man she loved. Excellent Lydia thought as she looked deep inside her love’s eyes, searching inside their enveloping gaze. Their eye lock ended when the lids of Lydia’s eyes slowly shut, but Edward’s eyes stayed fixed on her face, determined to remember every pigment, every line her porcelain skin held. Truly a creature of heaven brought to him by some sort of miracle. She was his savior from a miserable and betrothed life to his cousin. She was his real family now and in years to come, he would expand it with children he always hoped he’d have with her. She brought him happiness-he could catch the moon for her and it still wouldn’t be enough to show his gratitude.

 

“C’mere,” Edward’s voice was hot on her ear as he’s lips nipped and bit on her perceptive flesh. His embrace on her was protective, just enough hold to make Lydia feel loved and safe, and his hips pressed to hers…it was enough evidence for her to know that he wanted her. Lydia thought for a while that Edward was not physically attracted to her because he never really touched her much up until two months ago, but the firmness between them was enough to shatter the thoughts that his body did not respond to hers.

 

“I love you,” He whispered to her again, his lips traveling over her ear and to the flesh below it. His mouth muttered this phrase repeatedly as his mouth continued along her jaw line and then to her own lips. When his lips finished their trek they took hers in a kiss, just barely touching the pink fullness of her lips. Despite the fact it was not full of the passion Lydia desired, the kiss was sensual and erotic without the frantic movements of their lips.

 

“You’re beautiful,” Edward assured Lydia, his lips still just lingering on hers. His words weren’t boisterous, but to Lydia it was just enough. “So gorgeous…” He mumbled, pulling his mouth away from hers and kissing her nose slowly and carefully. Both hearts were racing in the anticipation and the heat of the erotic kiss he had just given her.

 

“Edward,” Lydia’s hands enraptured Edward’s middle and brought him closer to her body again like they were before, wanting to feel his want for her again. That sensation gave her goose bumps because she had evoked that out of him by simply standing before him, by simply pushing her lips to his, something they had done countless times before. Even though they had kissed many a time before, her brain wondered if she always called this attention from that particular spot she so wanted to touch and feel so bad.

 

“Shh…” He then commanded as he leaned her back onto the bed. Slowly, he took his shoes and socks off and joined her on the bed, hovering over her for a few moments, just admiring the way her chemise fell on her body while she was laying down. The hem of the garment fell even higher now with her on her back, another inch and she would be revealing a part of Lydia he had secretly wanted to taste for ages now. Tonight though, he would attempt to take her to heaven.

 

His kisses started at her ankles and moved in a meander motion up her calves to her knees and then to her inner thighs. A grin came across his handsome face when he lifted himself from her legs and noticed Lydia’s eyes shut tight already and he had barely touched her. Even in his wildest dreams, he never imagined having this sort of effect on the woman who owned his heart. This is really happening he thought as he pushed a stray hair from his Lydia’s face. Lord, he wanted to make every fantasy come true for her, he wanted to fulfill every late-night dream of hers and then some.

 

Words had seemed to escape Lydia a long while ago; it was most evident when Edward’s lips recaptured hers in a passion-filled kiss. She proceeded to pour every emotion and every ounce of love for Edward into the kiss, hoping he understood just how important he was to her. In response, his hands moved from cradling her head to her face, and then to her collar bones, where they stayed teasing her. The calloused pads of his fingers traced circles and absent patterns in her exposed flesh. A heat between her legs erupted in her that caused her legs to convulse and squirm underneath him. This feeling, she’d had this sensation before, but never had it been so strong to make her feel like this. Her mind racked through her vocabulary and failed to come with a decent word or phrase to describe just what Edward did to her. It wasn’t just physically, but emotionally as well.

 

After a few minutes of his fingers drawing patterns in her skin, they began to move again down to the top of her chemise, taking the gentle fabric in his hands and running it through his fingers. Damn tease she thought as he continued to slowly drive her mad. This must have been his plan all along. It was not far from the truth, but aside from the tease factor, Edward wanted to go slow for Lydia, to make sure Lydia was okay with the going-ons. Sure, they were married, but that did not automatically mean sex for them, Edward had even said he was okay if the first night they spent together if they just shared a bed, nothing more to it. Lydia though, said no, she was completely fine with sharing a bed with him for more than just sleeping. As happy and overjoyed he was to hear this, he still wanted to make sure Lydia had no regrets about her first time.