She has cried for the last two weeks, recounting the painful memories, but, hopefully, tonight will be a new start for us.
The apartment I have found is small – tiny, actually – but luxurious and cosy, which were Natasha’s only prerequisites. She didn’t want any part of finding the apartment, saying she trusted me to hold our future in my hands. Fifteen minutes later, we arrive, and I lead her by the hand up to our floor.
I have specifically asked that no security are with us when we enter. I want some time alone.
We approach the door and I bend down and pick her up like a bride in a rush. She giggles loudly.
“Are you carrying me over the threshold?”
“I am.”
“I love you,” she whispers as she kisses me gently.
“I love you, too.” I smile into her lips.
I frown as I feel the tectonic plates of our world move into place. Maybe sometimes you have to experience dark to appreciate the light. Maybe I was meant to go to Prison to meet Jarvis. Maybe… no, positively, I am going to spend each day of the rest of my life adoring the woman I love and being the person she makes me.
I hand the key over to her. Natasha tries to open the door and we struggle and laugh as I bend to hold her at doorknob height.
When we open the door, Natasha’s attention flies around and she gasps.
“Joshua,” she whispers.
Thank fuck Cameron did his job.
I gently place her down with another kiss, her lips lingering on mine. “I fucking love you.” She giggles as she puts both of her hands over her mouth in shock before she looks around.
The apartment is adorned with fresh flowers and the air is filled with their scent.
“Oh, Joshua,” she cries. “Flowers, so many flowers.”
I smile and drag her through the apartment by the hand. I do love this place. There are two small bedrooms on the lower floor, but I have turned one into an office, and the other one is for Didge when she wants to stay. The kitchen is small and timber with a little round table for two that sits in the corner. The apartment is decorated with antiques, lined with dark wooden floors, all of which are decorated with large, rich coloured rugs. Natasha walks around in awe wearing a huge smile on her face. “It is perfect. Absolutely perfect,” she gasps.
“Like me?” I smirk. I did good finding this place.
Natasha smiles broadly. “Yes, like you.” She kisses me, her tongue sweeping slowly through my mouth.
Natasha’s eyes drift to the staircase, which sits to the left of the kitchen.
“What’s up there?” she asks as she starts to drag me up the steps.
“Oh my God,” she whispers when we get to the top.
It’s the main bedroom, a loft above the living area. No less than two hundred candles flicker.
Natasha tears up and looks to me.
“I never gave you a wedding night,” I whisper.
She frowns as she looks around once more. “Yes, you did.”
I shake my head as emotion fills me. “No, we fucked on our wedding night.” I take her lips in mine. “Tonight, we make love.”
She smiles softly.
Oh. I nearly forgot! I go to the wardrobe and retrieve the small package wrapped in white paper and a gold bow, handing it over.
“What’s this?” she asks.
“My wedding present.”
She kisses me tenderly. “You are my present,” she whispers.
“Open it.”
Natasha slowly opens it and gasps when she sees the large diamond pendant on a thin gold chain. “Joshua.” Her eyes are wide, almost questioning.
I smile and kiss her as I grab her around the waist roughly.
“Say thank you, wench.”
She laughs into my kiss. “Thank you, wench,” she repeats.
My lips drop to her neck. The sound of her laugh, the smell of her skin and the feel of her love makes forever seem too short.
And as her lips melt against mine, her hands pull my jacket off my shoulders.
“Naked. Now. I need you naked right now.” She growls.
I happily oblige, I remove my jacket and shirt as she undoes my pants in desperation. She instantly drops to her knees and puts my dick in her mouth.
I close my eyes and hiss in appreciation. Her dark eyes watch me as she takes me deeply, in and out. I watch my cock slide from her mouth. This is supposed to be lovemaking but watching her do that just makes me want to rip her apart. My eyes find the hundreds of candles alight in the room.
Get it together, Stanton. Romantic… she deserves a romantic wedding night.
I pull her up to her feet and slowly take her clothes off as my lips stay locked with hers.
My neck gets tight and I crack it to release the tension.
“Oh, God, Josh, I fucking love that.” She growls as she starts to climb me, wrapping her hands around my neck.
I smile as I lay her down on the bed. “I fucking love you,” I whisper.