Tiny Woman

They woke the next morning and an awkward silence reigned as they tried to get ready for the day, their wedding day, yet acting like they did this everyday. The other girls would move her stuff into his rooms while they went out. The girls insisted she wear a white dress, so she compromised by wearing a white prairie skirt, trimmed in light blue lace, and a white peasant top embroidered with tiny blue flowers. He wore black slacks and a white dress shirt and looked rather handsome, she thought shyly.
It was her first time out since she was captured over a month ago, and she was determined to enjoy every second of it, even if her journey outside was to sign her life and body away in marriage. The magistrate that oversaw the signing went on and on how wonderful it was to see young couples rushing to get married and having children. He showed them pictures of his newest grandchildren while Chris and Marie smiled and nodded politely.
As was required, he explained the benefits that came with signing a marriage contract and the further benefits they would receive when their first child was born. He concluded with the traditional, “I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride!” The statement startled the couple, but for completely different reasons. Marie had forgotten, momentarily, what all the marriage entailed. Chris had been entranced looking at Marie, his wife.
He wrapped his arms around her and bent his head down seeking out her lips. She looked up, startled and he captured her lips in his. The kiss was light and sweet as they explored each other’s lips for the first time. He ran his tongue over her lips, seeking entrance when the magistrate cleared his throat. They sprang apart both blushing too profusely to notice the other’s blush. They left quickly, nearly forgetting their papers and sat in an awkward silence the entire way home.
It was mid afternoon on a workday, so the boys were at work and the girls were in their basement, probably doing something incredibly useless. Out of habit, Chris walked up to his room, Marie following behind. He paused at the door and noted, “I suppose I should carry you over the threshold. It is tradition, ya know.”
“You don’t have to.” She said, voice wavering as she thought of what was going to happen beyond those doors. He merely smirked and scooped her up effortlessly and carried her through the door. Instead of laying her down on the bed, as she had anticipated-even hoped, he set her upright just beside it. He had planned on laying her down on the bed and seeing where that kiss earlier would lead, but she just looked so petrified of him, he vowed to never force himself on her. He would probably need a lot of lotion to control himself, he thought with a smirk.
He had been thinking about her way too much than was appropriate, he thought. He had seen her naked under duress and it merely flamed his desire to gently remove her clothing, willingly, passionately explore her body before sliding down her soaked panties to show her what it meant to make love. The very thought of having her virginity made his cock incredibly hard and he had a terrible time hiding it lately. He wanted her any way he physically could, soft and sweet, hard and fast. But she was so fragile, he just couldn’t…
“I suppose we should change out of our good clothes….” She ventured, snapping him out of his reverie. Somewhere deep inside, in her carnal mind, she was hoping that he would take the opportunity to take her quickly weather she wanted it or not…. And God help her, she wanted it very much.




A/N- sorrie about the long update time, long weekend+too much booze+broken toe= no writing. sorrie! more today or tomorrow!