fic: Kissing Lessons (2)
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bonnefoisTitle: Kissing Lessons (2/2)
Series: Story of Seasons: Trio of Towns
Character/pairing: Ford/Holly
Rating: NSFW!
Word count: 7k
Summary: The wedding day (and night) arrives, and Ford and Holly put all that kissing practice to work.
Author's note:
Ford's hair was slicked back, his glasses left in their metal protector. He wore a white tuxedo, and not doctor's coat. He was quite certain that he looked barely recognizable.
Ford wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.
Wayne had insisted this was the way to go. Ford personally thought being able to see would be imperative, but eventually he caved in.
Wayne and Brad knew so much more of the affairs of the heart than he did. To resist their guidance would be pure stubbornness.
(To be fair, he had plenty of that, too.)
He was thankfully close enough to see her.
She had a crown of white flowers in her hair, no doubt prepared by Lisette. Her lacy white dress was unblemished and pristine. She looked nigh divine like this, with red flushed cheeks and a dress that hugged her every curve.
She had a veil over her face, which he would soon push back.
She smiled softly at him and held her bouquet of quite flowers tight.
How had he gotten so lucky to have this beautiful woman fall in love him him? He was the eccentric, prickly, doctor who had pushed anyone who didn't fight for him for almost his entire life. There were many far more eligible bachelors and bachelorettes within this county, none as strange as him. And through it all, she had chosen him.
All he knew was that he wouldn't waste this chance at happiness. Even though the thought of loving was daunting, he did not regret this choice in this moment, even if pain came in the end.
The aisle awaited them. There was only to walk this short distance, say their vows and they would be officially wed. He felt dizzy.
Would he stagger or faint on his very wedding day? The very thought...
She reached out with one hand and squeezed his hand.
"You okay?" she said softly. "You look...flushed."
Ford tried to force a smile. It came out more like a grimace.
"Everyone told me it would be so, but I did not foresee how utterly...emotional this moment would be. I truly am getting married to you in mere minutes. My heart is racing. My head is suddenly cloudy. This is worse than examination day as a pre-med student. Then I had studied and felt I had a grasp on the materials. This...I still am not sure I have studied enough..."
"Oh, just that? I was worried you might be getting heatstroke on your wedding day. If you need a moment, we could wait. Get you some water before the vows are said."
"No....please, just allow me a moment to catch my breath. The sight of you...knocked me off balanced, nearly.
Besides...the sooner the vows are said, the sooner the wedding night will come."
He blushed at the admission. Perhaps the late night did have something to do with his dizziness after all.
She laughed. "I can't wait, either. Let's go, doctor. Only a few steps until you're my husband."
They walked to the altar hand in hand. He had never been more sure of a choice, not even when he applied to medical school.
*
They left the last of the towns behind. Three town's worth of celebrations, and far more walking than expected to reach each one. Every citizen for miles had come to wish them well. The gifts had piled high.
The party had continued on until nightfall. Not just the residents of Westown, but Ginjiro of Tsuyukasa and Siluka had provided enough delicious food to last weeks.
Holly was popular, and well loved, and for good reason. Everyone wanted to congratulate her.
His feet ached, his tuxedo was unfortunately sweaty and dusty from the heat, and Ford had never felt more euphoric in his life.
Not even last night, when he and Holly had spent much of the night kissing...and doing much more than kissing, had he felt like this. That was little more than a bit of practice, a precursor to what was to come.
The farm was so very verdant and such a welcome sight. Now, he was home.
What a thought that was. He'd scarcely ever thought of the word. Living with his parents certainly hadn't felt like 'home.' Not with their coldness and constant fights. And when they divorced, things became even worse. Father fell into gambling and drinking away whatever money he made, and mother hoarded until the house was filled with things almost to the top of the ceiling. He would have to push paths through the filth of her gathered 'treasures.' Glass bottles, empty matchbook cases and other things she could not bear to be parted with.
One night, a spark had fallen from the hearth, or so the firemen had said. Every time he saw messy rooms, he remembered the horrible choking scent of the smoke that had filled his lungs. The heat, the destruction of everything he had known.
Thankfully, Holly was quite neat, or things might have been more difficult for him. Even to see slovenly spaces made his throat close up as if he'd inhaled smoke.
He'd never allowed himself to get too attached to the clinics he worked at. He would inevitably move on. They were temporary shelter and little more. To do so would be sheer folly.
Or so he had thought back then.
Yet, he'd stayed in Westown long enough to meet her. And now, he had a place called home. It was funny how these things worked.
She lifted up her arms.
"Time to take me over the threshold, husband!"
Her voice, her blue eyes, and everything about her was filled with so much joy. He was glad to know pictures were taken of this day for he would want to revisit them over and over.
"Oh, you wish me to? It's such an antiquated tradition. Based upon the conquest of the Sabine women, no less."
"I suppose, but I like being carried by you. I'll take any excuse to be in your arms. Even an antiquated one."
"Yes, I have had to carry you back to the clinic far too many times. You have been very careless in taking care of yourself, but no longer. As your husband, I will ensure you take care of yourself in every way I can, to ensure such a thing does not occur again. As much as I can at least."
"I'll look forward to it, doctor. Will you scold me?"
"Completely, should you be reckless with your health," Ford said.
"Ooh, I love it. What next, will you make me very healthy soups and feed me in bed?"
"The healthiest imaginable, with the best grown crops in the entire county," Ford said.
"Good~"
He lifted her up in his arms and carried her over the threshold, and kissed her forehead once they'd gotten into her house. He set her down then, though she instantly reached out to be back in his arms, even with the shift.
"Welcome home, husband! I rather like the sound of that."
"As do I. I would love to hear it every single day of my life."
"Can do! How do you feel?"
"Relieved, happier than I knew I could be, and unfortunately a bit sweaty. The heat got a bit much. To be expected from a summer wedding, I suppose."
He grimaced.
"I cannot abide by the feel of sweaty clothes upon my body. The stench, the stickiness...it is abhorrent. Sweat can also contribute to rashes. While I do enjoy my post here, the heat of Westown can be...intense. I am not fond of the bodily functions it elicits in me. The moment I get soaked I must change my clothes. Even if it means I must change multiple times a day and deal with countless laundry. Leaving sweat upon yourself can cause rashes. It's unacceptable."
"I don't much like feeling sweaty either. Do you want to take a bath?"
"Yes, I cannot stand these sweaty and dusty clothes upon me any longer. I am afraid this tuxedo will have to be washed later on with special care. I don't know the instructions."
She smiled. "Don't worry about it. I'll take it to the launderers."
"Do you want me to wash your back~?"
He blushed. "You wish to....join me?"
All the pleasurable images were drowned out by all the ways it could go wrong.
He rubbed his fingers to his temples.
"Hmmm. As a doctor, I run into cases like this quite often. Many people were obviously indulging in intimate activities within the bath and found ways to injure themselves. They always try and excuse it away, but I have learned to see the signs. Plus, water will ensure you are not quite as lubricated and it would make any penetration difficult, and potentially even painful."
"If we're careful, and just washed each other, would that work? Or would you prefer to bathe alone?"
"Yes, that should be fine. I must admit, I'd love the company. I'll draw the water right away."
"Good, I had some leftovers from the party to put away, anyways," Holly said.
She leaned in for one last kiss. "I'll be seeing you in just a bit. Hope you don't get too lonely until then."
"I am sure I will find some way to survive, if only just barely," Ford said dryly.
She laughed as she left. And oh, how he loved the sound of her laughter. Somehow, despite his stern, persnickety ways, she found him humorous. Many of his colleagues and patients had accused him over the years of being entirely humorless.
All it took was her to prove her them all wrong.
*
Ford removed his wedding attire. He'd have to make sure it was properly cleaned. But until then, he folded it neatly and set his tuxedo aside to be dealt with later.
Ford had done his own laundry for some time. While putting it off to launderers was time saving, none of them ever lived up to his standards. Either his clothes would come back damaged, or his protocols ignored when he gave very specific instructions to insure that his clothes were properly sterilized, and free of all stains.
His job could get messy, after all.
Holly probably did her own laundry. It would probably be far too much to bring it all the way to town. Perhaps.. this chore would be best split between them, to prevent disagreements. Ford was quite set in his own ways and routines. He was also very aware that he must back certain allowances for them to have harmonious marriage.
This, however, would be an easy fix.
He drew and heated the water and tested it repeatedly until he was sure that it was the exact proper temperature.
The bathroom was decently spacious, and well made. The floor was a fine wood, the big porcelain clawed tub took up much of the space. The mirror over the sink had fogged over. Before it was a standing sink, porcelain as well.
He could see himself getting ready for work every single day of his life here. She had quite good tastes in decoration. Clean, classic and useful. She'd expanded her house not just once, but twice. It was downright a mansion in the Westown style. There were many fascinating types of flowers and herbs hung to dry on the walls. The kitchen was wide and well stocked, and the wardrobe big enough for them both.
The house was more than big enough for both of them. They could bring company, or even more, they could have children.
He began to pour in some Epsom salt and other minerals into the bath It would help remove the aching from his muscles, just as the hot springs around here helped soothe the body. It was a fascinating study, the effect of hot springs upon the body. He'd personally begun to test it himself when the Tsuyukasa hot bath was erected. However, his attempts to interview others to collaborate for his study got awkward coughs and blushes.
Perhaps he came off as stern and his questions as an interrogation? He still hadn't quite figured out their reactions.
With a few moments to himself, Ford thought of ways to ensure their marriage was a sturdy, and agreeable one.
He had made many observations and inquiries from Brad and Carrie. He even paid attention to the complaints of women shopping of their spouses.
Work would mean he wouldn't be able to handle much, but taking care of his on laundry, cooking at least some meals should help....Hmmm, perhaps on his day off he could forage things for her as well. He certainly was always happen when she brought him herbs she foraged.
The door opened behind him and Ford glanced back.
"Sorry to keep you waiting," Holly said.
"No worries; I was simply perfecting the bathwater....and thinking, of course."
She covered her hand with her hand as she laughed.
"A perfectionist even when it comes to bathwater, I should've known," she said.
She began to strip down right in front of him, to change into her bikini. His face flushed, and he couldn't look away. Finally, he forced his gaze away and filled his mind with thoughts of the periodic table, and elements. Anything to keep his mind from her in that moment.
"Hmm? What's wrong."
"Sorry, I didn't mean to stare. You're just...beautiful."
She smiled playfully at him.
"You're my husband. You've got staring rights. In fact, you're the only person in the world that does. You don't have to be so modest anymore. You can enjoy the view. Because it's all yours. My body, my home, everything."
She pulled the last of her bikini up, and her breasts swayed so seductively. He could scarcely keep his eyes off her.
She had wide hips, and quite full curves. She'd tied her braids up on her head to keep them from getting wet. Surely, it would take hours for her hair to dry fully, with how long and utterly soft it was.
She spun around, and the skirt, and the pink blended colors.
"What do you think? I promised you that I'd model for you~"
"I think...you are the most beautiful woman I have ever met or will ever meet and I am completely and utterly lucky to be married to you. In fact, I half question how I even ended up in this place...but I am utterly thankful for the road that led here, however surprising and illogical it was."
"Good answer."
He got into the bath tub first. She carefully climbed into the tub and straddled over his hips. As she did, a little water splashed over the tub.
"I should've calculated the difference in water."
"It's fine. I'll wipe it up later."
Ford glanced down. "Hmm."
How long would it take until the wood began to turn in, like it was curdling? And the stain and discoloration would be unthinkable! Every time he returned to the bathroom he would be mocked by that stain marring the perfection.
No, it couldn't do.
She giggled, and covered her mouth with her hand. "It's going to bother you, isn't it? I'll take care of it. Wouldn't want you getting distracted by the mess while we're trying to get...romantic."
She climbed out and put down a thick brown towel on the wood floor.
"There, that will mop up the spill. Now you can just relax. Or, is there something you desperately need to fold~?" Holly teased.
He smiled.
"I suppose the laundry can wait for a few more moments," Ford said.
She carefully climbed back into the bath with him. This time, no water spilled.
While many found him handsome--something he was largely confused by--he was in no way a deeply muscular man. He was strong enough to lift patients when need be, but the heat of this climate was so much that exerting himself caused sweating. And that he couldn't abide by.
Through it all, she appreciatively ran her hand down his chest. It was rather....comforting to think that he pleased her like this.
"I admit, I cannot see very well without my glasses. Because you are close, I can manage to. I am rather nearsighted."
He moved his hand up her thigh, and elicited a wonderful little moan from her. "For which I am completely grateful for, for I would not wish to miss this experience."
"I would be your eyes and guide you," she said.
She shifted slightly closer, until she sat right upon his lap. Ford took a sharp breath. "H-Holly."
"Does it feel good? Do you like that?"
The material of the bikini clung to her in such an alluring manner. Even more so now that she was completely wet.
"Good does not do this justice. To be this so close to you feels beyond what mere words can convey."
"Think it's time for another kiss?"
"I might get overheated, but I would like that," Ford said.
"We're in the bath. It'll be easy to clean up."
She hard her arms about his shoulders and her lips met his. She was quite eager, and quite surprisingly aggressive in such intimate matters.
It only made him love her more.
And the kiss? It left him just as breathless as the other times. Perhaps more, from the proximity of her body to his. Before, there'd been at least some distance. Even last night when he had leaned just the depths of pleasure they could elicit in each other. Now, she straddled him and ground her hips against his as she kissed him.
"I see those lessons are paying off. We're getting good at this."
Though, if she got any better at this, he might start swooning during intimate moments....which was a problem. Of course, that was just his doctor's scientific mind jumping to conclusions that his racing heart would lead to fainting in her arms.
He wanted to hear her again. He pushed his hand between the band of her bikini, then drew back.
"M-May I...."
He cleared his throat.
"How polite and formal you are. We're married, silly. I didn't climb into the bath just to get clean; I wanted to spend time with you. Of course you can touch me."
"I am still getting used to such things," Ford said.
"Me too. We'll figure it out together," she said.
She guided his hand. "In fact, I would love it if you touched me. I need it so badly..."
This time, he was too eager to simply rub at the front of her bikini. She let out a little oooh~ as he began to stroke her directly. She clung tight to him as he began to rub her clitoris. It really was quite remarkable just how aroused he got just by touching her. Even when he was not being stroked directly, the mere proximity and feel of her left him breathless.
"Can I touch you too?"
"At the same time?"
"Mmmhmmm."
"Yes, of course. Though our arms may bump in the process. It might be quite clumsy, even laughably so."
"That's fine," she said. "All the more fun."
The water ruined all chance of her using lubrication. But, her hands were soft against him. She kept at the sensitive glans, and rubbed in circles about the time with her fingers.
He thrust into her fingers. It grew difficult to remember the pattern of how to touch her. All he could manage in his extremely aroused state was the roughly brush his fingertips over her clitoris. It was enough, even desperate and not as orderly as he would like, to elicit those perfect whimpers, cries and moans.
And, oh, how he loved the sound. It aroused him so deeply that he wasn't sure how much longer their bath time activities would last.
His breath hitched, and he let out a soft moan.
"...At this rate, you might make me come before you," he said.
"You want me to slow down?"
"I-It's very intense."
"If you come first, I won't mind. We're just having a bit of fun in the bath, after all," she said.
"Hhhhh...It is good...practice to keep control," Ford said.
It took absolute focus to continue in the rhythm of touching her as she touched him. Her hands fit about his erect penis perfectly. She ran her thumb down the sensitive underside. The warmth of the bath only added to the eroticism.
The water pooled about them, and added a certain warmth to everything. If they could keep from being injured he might even...repeat this. Not daily as they both had busy schedules, but perhaps during the weekends, after he got home from a long bath and brought home foraged herbs for her.
If she wished to, it would be very convenient, and delightful...
"F-Ford," she said. She ground against his palm. He didn't slip his fingers inside, though at times his would accidentally tease the very opening of her vagina with how hard she rubbed against him.
She gently squeezed the tip.
"Y-You ready?"
"S-Soon."
"G-good. W-we'll come together, okay?"
"A-ah..."
Sweet release. It couldn't quite calculate which was more intense, this or the last time. Though the analyitical part of his mind wanted to try...but later, after the sudden pleasure and relaxation.
She panted and leaned into him.
"Mmmm.... Good bath. I could get used to fun double baths like this."
"I suppose it would save water."
She laughed. "Look at you, always finding ways to conserve water, even while we're together in the bath."
"Of course, it would be enjoyable to spend such time with you, but water conservation must always be kept to in a desert area such as Westown. While it was blessed with many springs, I always must think of what would happen if there were a drought."
They simply soaked as they basked in the afterglow. He wasn't sure how pruney fingers would affect their, ahem, wedding night. So, he made to get out of the tub.
"Are you feeling better now~?"
There was a teasing and suggestive lilt to her voice.
"Yes, actually. The water was quite perfect and soothing and ahem, s-so were you."
He couldn't stop stealing glances at her as she pulled that wet bikini off her and began to dry herself off.
"Are you going to help dry me off~?"
She was toned and curvy, and the clean scent of her left him almost dizzy with arousal. He took care to wipe up all the lingering droplets over every bit of her body.
"Are you ready for this wedding night? Let's consummate this marriage~"
She wore nothing now. There wasn't even the barrier of the bikini between them. She left the bathroom without even a towel about her naked body, and climbed into bed.
She patted the bed beside her. But when he didn't immediately come to her side, she looked concerned.
"Do you feel nervous? Even after all the rehearsals? Do you need more time?"
"A little nervous, perhaps. Mostly, I had a warning. Ahem, you see...intimacy between us may be painful the first time. I have read of, and heard from many clients of their first time having sex being rather painful due to the hymen breaking. Now, many more active women report this isn't such an issue, as the hymen can be broken during such things as climbing, working outdoors and horseback riding. I would hope you are the latter case, because I wouldn't wish to hurt you, even for a moment."
"I'm a farmer. I know what it is to be sore and tired. I'm sure I'll be fine," Holly said.
"Are you quite sure? If you wished to wait, I would understand," Ford said.
"Ford, I want you inside me. I've wanted that for a while, and I don't care if it hurts or what it takes to get you as deep inside as you can fit. Get it?"
He took a sharp intake of breath at that. "Y-Yes..."
"Good. Now let's get started."
Ford laid back. "Even though I have read much on the subject, I feel as if I have been invited to a dance I do quite not know the steps to."
"It's not that much different from before. Just this time instead of our hands, it'll be other parts of our bodies," she said.
"Yes, but I don't want to crush you. I am not as heavy and muscular as say, Ludus. Still, I'm an adult man. My weight might be uncomfortable on you," he said.
The scientific part of his mind just offered all the injuries that could occur, from strained muscles to broken bones and bruises. Whatever the activity, no matter how pleasurable, he couldn't simply turn that part of his brain off.
No matter how much he wished to.
She tilted her head in thought.
"Hmmm.... You want me on top?"
Ford smiled. "Ah, yes. My studies reported that this was the most pleasurable position, and it had far less injuries. I should have suggested that first. I would feel much more comfortable with you upon me...and...I would be able to touch you more easily. Because I would not be busy trying to keep my weight off you."
Ford cleared his throat. ...Though...I should warn that because of my age, it may take time to, ahem, achieve arousal again so soon. Younger men have less refractory period. Though, there is some leeway to those who have not had sexual intimacy in a long time."
"I think that won't be a problem for us," she said. Was that smugness he heard in her voice?
"You would always consider me the exception," he said.
She laughed softly. "I sure frustrated you. Did I ever frustrate you so much that you needed to take a second time to 'relieve yourself' of that frustration?"
"...Yes."
"Oho~ What about three times?"
Ford grimaced. "I am a doctor, and the only one for miles at that. I wouldn't have nearly enough time for doing something like that three whole times a day."
"So you were just frustrated?"
"...I made time for a cold soak instead. It's quite good for the body, anyways. I've read many writings that attest to it, both of scientists and mystics."
"Then I need to work harder," she said softly.
He realized quite swiftly that it was not farm work which she referred to. She climbed up on top of him, and bent down to kiss down his neck.
"You'll leave marks at this rate. The skin of the neck is remarkably easy to bruise," Ford said.
"Your collar is so high, it won't show. Though I wish it would. I'd love the entire towns to see you are mine."
"I believe you already showed them, considering that we are now married," Ford said dryly.
"Wouldn't you like to be marked by me? So you remember all day as you're working away from me what it felt to be kissed like this. The spot would be tender for a long time, I bet," she said.
"...You're right. That would be surprisingly...alluring and deeply naughty. I had never thought of such a thing until you suggested it."
Ford, in fact had been largely ignorant to such things. He once asked a patient if she had been bitten by a bug on her neck. He had wanted to be thorough, and ensure she had not been bitten by something venomous. She blushed and gave excuses and ran out, leaving Ford quite perplexed., It took Wayne and Brad explaining to him to even figure out why she had been so utterly embarrassed and reacted in such a manner.
Now, he would be the one in that situation. Touching to his collar to feel the remnant of their intimacy left on him.
He moved his neck and let her kiss and suck at his neck. He let out a soft moan as her soft lips parted and she began to suck at him, hard enough to leave a bruise. The neck was a surprisingly sensitive area. It wasn't considered immediately an erogenous zone, but it certainly acted as such.
In the end, no wonder people sneaking around to make out would be called 'necking.'
Not satisfied with marking him simply once, she moved down his neck and sucked harder. He moaned slightly at the warm contact of her soft lips to his neck.
Her breasts were so surprisingly soft against his chest. When it came to her, arousal was certainly no issue. He felt himself begin to grow aroused to the point of getting hard yet again.
After such a short time, too. Remarkable what she could do to him.
She smiled, a bit smugly, he thought.
"Told you," she said.
She touched to his neck. "All mine."
"I must concede you were right. It is rather...."
He didn't manage to finish his sentence, because she ground against him suddenly.
"I can get you the rest of the way hard pretty easily, I bet."
"This is a bet I would surely lose," Ford said.
She shifted to kneel between his legs, gripped the base of his penis for support, and began to work the shaft. He took a sharp breath. Her tongue was so completely warm and soft and wet.
She licked the tip of his glans, and looked up at him almost playful. His arousal was coming at a startlingly fast amount. And the things she could do with his tongue would ensure that his mind never knew peace again. How would he ever get any work done knowing she was back here like this? Full of warmth and kindness and the ability to give him every kind of happiness and pleasure in the world so effortlessly?
Well, he was Ford. He would find a way to control himself. Even if he had to grit his teeth and count down the hours until he could see his wife again.
She pulled back, but kept a strong grip at the base of his penis. "Did that hurt?"
"No....it felt very....good. But, please be careful with the teeth. I would not wish for such an ending to our wedding night."
"I won't take you fully in my mouth just yet. Just enough that you'll be hard enough to get inside me, okay?"
"That...would be good."
She looked up to him for reassurance as she sucked and licked the tip of his cock. She slowly began to increase the intensity of her tongue, but kept looking to him to see his reaction. He rested his hand upon her head and stroked her blond hair. It was surprisingly intimate, in a way he had not foreseen.
She carefully sucked the tip, and licked up even the bit of precum that gathered there, and swirled her tongue about the underside.
He let out a soft moan. Her tongue was so very soft, and skilled as she explored him. She'd gotten him erect again quite quickly. For someone almost as unskilled as him, she had natural talent.
"H-Holly..."
She swirled her tongue one last time over the glans of his penis. He couldn't help but let out a soft moan.
She pulled away, and licked the white come from her lips.
"Did it hurt?"
"N-No. While this feels good, if you do much longer, I fear I will finish before I get inside you," Ford said, a bit apologetically.
She gripped firmly him at the base of his penis. "Are you ready?"
"Yes, please do...start this. I will do my best. But...please be patient for my inexperience. That is all I ask."
"I'll be just as inexperienced, so that makes two of us," she said.
She climbed back up to straddle his hips. His breath hitched as she guided his erect penis deep into her. She'd grown quite wet, perhaps from just her...ahem, oral attentions of him.
He hadn't foreseen this, not at all. Yes, the world was obsessed with sex and sensuality, from crude jokes to songs and poems and beyond. Before her, he had sublimated all that energy into his work. Frustration could be dealt with, no man or woman tempted him like she had.
But, as he pushed into her that first time, he understood.
How intense, how utterly pleasurable and soft and warm. He couldn't have imagined how good it would feel. She didn't even move at first. And they simply savored the feeling of closeness and his body deep inside hers.
It was an intimacy beyond anything he had known. He was inside her. He could feel complete heat and softness around every inch of his penis.
"Oh...that's good."
Good was an understatement, but he wasn't exactly eloquent with how little blood he had in his brain at the moment.
She clenched tight about him, enough that he felt breathless in that moment. He could scarcely breathe from the sheer intensity of how tight and warm and wet she was about him. She moved her hips and oh, oh, he could scarcely explain or describe the sheer pleasure of being inside her.
Words failed him.
Still, he could not lose himself in pleasure, not when there was still her to worry about.
"D-Did it hurt you?"
"No, not at all. And it's my first time, too," she said.
"G-Good."
She bent down and her breasts brushed over his chest. "Shall we continue?"
"P-Please..."
She began to move and the feeling was even more intense, and more amazing. He held her hips steady as she took him in deeper.
Even more, she was so beautiful. This was the first time he'd seen all of her. Her blond braided pigtails bobbed down her back as she rode him. It gave a wonderful view of her perfect, perky breasts, and slim waist, too.
The books weren't wrong. This was a useful position. And he was able to easily touch her, too.
She moved her hips fast and began to ride him in a way which made the intensity grow. He could scarcely breathe with how incredible it felt.
"You feel so good," she gasped. "So, so, so good."
And that was the problem. It was too good. He tried to find the strength to tell her the pace had increased too fast, he couldn't last. But he could do little more than struggle for breath. She tightened about him and rode him harder and more desperately than before.
"Oh! It's warm!" Holly said suddenly.
"S-Sorry. I am afraid it did not last very long. Was it...satisfactory for you at least?"
She rested her palms on his chest.
"I already came twice, remember? Once last night and once in the bath," she said.
He let out a long breath.
"But not this time? I suppose not surprising, given the short time. I would have to work much harder to manage to have you reach orgasm with me inside you...and to last longer."
"Maybe I rode you a little too hard? It just felt too good to have you inside me. I couldn't stop," she said.
"I suppose we both still have much to learn," Ford said.
"Don't feel bad. It felt really good. And you certainly gave me plenty orgasms already."
She leaned in to kiss him. "It's only going to get better. Trust me."
"I will work diligently to ensure that I am a good husband and satisfactory lover to you, whatever it takes," Ford said.
"You're already both, and the first day isn't even done yet," she said.
"You have given me so much happiness, I can only hope I will be able to repay all that you have done for me."
"Well, technically, the wedding night isn't over. You could still get me off again if you wanted. I'm pretty close," she said.
"Yes...I would like to redeem myself."
"Nothing to redeem. You're already wonderful and I love you no matter what," she said.
"I refuse to accept anything but perfection, even when it comes to the...bedroom arts. Especially when it comes to the bedroom arts," Ford said.
"Ahh, my perfectionist husband," she said.
She got off him and instead lay close beside him. He parted her legs and pushed his fingers deep inside her. She rubbed against the palm of his hand and let out those wonderful little whimpers which had so fascinated and aroused him last night. And just as she hand in the bath, and when he was inside her, she was quite desperate, even aggressive with how she ground against him.
She coated his fingers with the slickness of her arousal, and a bit of come which was still inside her. Strangely, he didn't recoil at the sudden feel of something so warm. He was too aroused by the sight of her to be disgusted.
She clenched tight about him and whimpered.
"M-More, please. Oh! You've got very talented hands, doctor. I'm a big fan."
She ground against his palm, and at the same time he thrust his fingers deep into her. He was glad not simply to get a chance to finish her off, but to see her face again. When stimulated like this, her cheeks would flush, her lips would part and her blue eyes would go glassy and unfocused. It was a quite a beautiful and unforgettable look.
She let out those little moans as he pushed his fingers deep into her, thrusting over and over.
She was breathless, flushed and finally, she showed all the signs that he recognized of orgasm. He held her close. And it took several moments until she could speak again.
He should study her orgasms at some point, he thought. He could test the various means to make her come, and time her to better understand the proper methods in achieving such pleasure in her. It would be perhaps, the most pleasurable experiment he had ever undertook.
"S-See, I was really close. It didn't take long at all. Oh, and I remembered the towel this time," she said.
"Thank you," he said.
He wiped his hands clean. Would he have to wash up after sex as well? He'd have to bathe in the morning. Sex had a very distinct, musky odor. He was not quite sure how he felt about the rather messy aftermath.
The past him would've been horrified to have bodily fluids upon him that were not washed off immediately. But, the present him was too exhausted, and a little too enamored with his wife to simply run to the bath.
He was a bit surprised how arousal overwhelmed the side of him which washed his hands until they were red and cracked. And, perhaps, his love of her.
She leaned in and kissed him.
"That was wonderful. Thanks for taking the extra effort."
"I am sorry it took extra effort to achieve what should have happened during coitus."
She nuzzled against him. Her soft hair tickled against his neck.
"No need to be. It was fun. You did great for your very first time. It'll only get better from here."
Ford let out a soft sigh.
"Tired out?"
"Positively exhausted. I did not get much sleep last night, and the while day was quite unforgettable and remarkable in every way, it was also very long. I should draw some water for another bath, but the mere thought leaves me even more tired."
"That exhausted, huh? I guess I wore you out. Hmmm~ Did I get you so frustrated that I kept you up last night?"
"I... missed you. My bed had never felt so cold and hard as when it did not have you by my side," he said.
"No more missing me. From now on, you'll sleep by my side every night."
She leaned in to kiss him lightly. Not quite so passionate as before. Exhaustion left each kiss soft, but without a promise of more. At least, for now.
"I....have wanted that for quite some time. Even as I think that I must be foolish or delusional to want such a thing. I hardly knew what to do with myself and what I wanted from you."
"No need to deny yourself anymore. I'm yours, you're mine."
He kissed her again. He could certainly get used to this.
"...Yes, as the only doctor around, I am afraid there won't be time for much of a honeymoon. I will have to return to work immediately, and finding someone to replace me at the clinic for a trip would be difficult. We were lucky that even then was not interrupted by some emergency. And of course, you will have to tend to your animals and crops."
"That's all right. I love it here. I wouldn't want to leave. We could always have a little honeymoon together. Sitting by the spring, or the bamboo fields, or talking a moonlit stroll by the beaches..."
"You have so many brilliant ideas. Everything about you only confirms to me again that you are the perfect one for me, and the only one who ever could have touched my heart....and other places."
She yawned. "I'll tell you all of them--later. Right now, I really need to sleep. Goodnight, husband."
"Goodnight, Holly, my wife."
He fell asleep curled up together, his arms about her.
It was their very first day of marriage, and his very first day home.
Series: Story of Seasons: Trio of Towns
Character/pairing: Ford/Holly
Rating: NSFW!
Word count: 7k
Summary: The wedding day (and night) arrives, and Ford and Holly put all that kissing practice to work.
Author's note:
Ford's hair was slicked back, his glasses left in their metal protector. He wore a white tuxedo, and not doctor's coat. He was quite certain that he looked barely recognizable.
Ford wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.
Wayne had insisted this was the way to go. Ford personally thought being able to see would be imperative, but eventually he caved in.
Wayne and Brad knew so much more of the affairs of the heart than he did. To resist their guidance would be pure stubbornness.
(To be fair, he had plenty of that, too.)
He was thankfully close enough to see her.
She had a crown of white flowers in her hair, no doubt prepared by Lisette. Her lacy white dress was unblemished and pristine. She looked nigh divine like this, with red flushed cheeks and a dress that hugged her every curve.
She had a veil over her face, which he would soon push back.
She smiled softly at him and held her bouquet of quite flowers tight.
How had he gotten so lucky to have this beautiful woman fall in love him him? He was the eccentric, prickly, doctor who had pushed anyone who didn't fight for him for almost his entire life. There were many far more eligible bachelors and bachelorettes within this county, none as strange as him. And through it all, she had chosen him.
All he knew was that he wouldn't waste this chance at happiness. Even though the thought of loving was daunting, he did not regret this choice in this moment, even if pain came in the end.
The aisle awaited them. There was only to walk this short distance, say their vows and they would be officially wed. He felt dizzy.
Would he stagger or faint on his very wedding day? The very thought...
She reached out with one hand and squeezed his hand.
"You okay?" she said softly. "You look...flushed."
Ford tried to force a smile. It came out more like a grimace.
"Everyone told me it would be so, but I did not foresee how utterly...emotional this moment would be. I truly am getting married to you in mere minutes. My heart is racing. My head is suddenly cloudy. This is worse than examination day as a pre-med student. Then I had studied and felt I had a grasp on the materials. This...I still am not sure I have studied enough..."
"Oh, just that? I was worried you might be getting heatstroke on your wedding day. If you need a moment, we could wait. Get you some water before the vows are said."
"No....please, just allow me a moment to catch my breath. The sight of you...knocked me off balanced, nearly.
Besides...the sooner the vows are said, the sooner the wedding night will come."
He blushed at the admission. Perhaps the late night did have something to do with his dizziness after all.
She laughed. "I can't wait, either. Let's go, doctor. Only a few steps until you're my husband."
They walked to the altar hand in hand. He had never been more sure of a choice, not even when he applied to medical school.
*
They left the last of the towns behind. Three town's worth of celebrations, and far more walking than expected to reach each one. Every citizen for miles had come to wish them well. The gifts had piled high.
The party had continued on until nightfall. Not just the residents of Westown, but Ginjiro of Tsuyukasa and Siluka had provided enough delicious food to last weeks.
Holly was popular, and well loved, and for good reason. Everyone wanted to congratulate her.
His feet ached, his tuxedo was unfortunately sweaty and dusty from the heat, and Ford had never felt more euphoric in his life.
Not even last night, when he and Holly had spent much of the night kissing...and doing much more than kissing, had he felt like this. That was little more than a bit of practice, a precursor to what was to come.
The farm was so very verdant and such a welcome sight. Now, he was home.
What a thought that was. He'd scarcely ever thought of the word. Living with his parents certainly hadn't felt like 'home.' Not with their coldness and constant fights. And when they divorced, things became even worse. Father fell into gambling and drinking away whatever money he made, and mother hoarded until the house was filled with things almost to the top of the ceiling. He would have to push paths through the filth of her gathered 'treasures.' Glass bottles, empty matchbook cases and other things she could not bear to be parted with.
One night, a spark had fallen from the hearth, or so the firemen had said. Every time he saw messy rooms, he remembered the horrible choking scent of the smoke that had filled his lungs. The heat, the destruction of everything he had known.
Thankfully, Holly was quite neat, or things might have been more difficult for him. Even to see slovenly spaces made his throat close up as if he'd inhaled smoke.
He'd never allowed himself to get too attached to the clinics he worked at. He would inevitably move on. They were temporary shelter and little more. To do so would be sheer folly.
Or so he had thought back then.
Yet, he'd stayed in Westown long enough to meet her. And now, he had a place called home. It was funny how these things worked.
She lifted up her arms.
"Time to take me over the threshold, husband!"
Her voice, her blue eyes, and everything about her was filled with so much joy. He was glad to know pictures were taken of this day for he would want to revisit them over and over.
"Oh, you wish me to? It's such an antiquated tradition. Based upon the conquest of the Sabine women, no less."
"I suppose, but I like being carried by you. I'll take any excuse to be in your arms. Even an antiquated one."
"Yes, I have had to carry you back to the clinic far too many times. You have been very careless in taking care of yourself, but no longer. As your husband, I will ensure you take care of yourself in every way I can, to ensure such a thing does not occur again. As much as I can at least."
"I'll look forward to it, doctor. Will you scold me?"
"Completely, should you be reckless with your health," Ford said.
"Ooh, I love it. What next, will you make me very healthy soups and feed me in bed?"
"The healthiest imaginable, with the best grown crops in the entire county," Ford said.
"Good~"
He lifted her up in his arms and carried her over the threshold, and kissed her forehead once they'd gotten into her house. He set her down then, though she instantly reached out to be back in his arms, even with the shift.
"Welcome home, husband! I rather like the sound of that."
"As do I. I would love to hear it every single day of my life."
"Can do! How do you feel?"
"Relieved, happier than I knew I could be, and unfortunately a bit sweaty. The heat got a bit much. To be expected from a summer wedding, I suppose."
He grimaced.
"I cannot abide by the feel of sweaty clothes upon my body. The stench, the stickiness...it is abhorrent. Sweat can also contribute to rashes. While I do enjoy my post here, the heat of Westown can be...intense. I am not fond of the bodily functions it elicits in me. The moment I get soaked I must change my clothes. Even if it means I must change multiple times a day and deal with countless laundry. Leaving sweat upon yourself can cause rashes. It's unacceptable."
"I don't much like feeling sweaty either. Do you want to take a bath?"
"Yes, I cannot stand these sweaty and dusty clothes upon me any longer. I am afraid this tuxedo will have to be washed later on with special care. I don't know the instructions."
She smiled. "Don't worry about it. I'll take it to the launderers."
"Do you want me to wash your back~?"
He blushed. "You wish to....join me?"
All the pleasurable images were drowned out by all the ways it could go wrong.
He rubbed his fingers to his temples.
"Hmmm. As a doctor, I run into cases like this quite often. Many people were obviously indulging in intimate activities within the bath and found ways to injure themselves. They always try and excuse it away, but I have learned to see the signs. Plus, water will ensure you are not quite as lubricated and it would make any penetration difficult, and potentially even painful."
"If we're careful, and just washed each other, would that work? Or would you prefer to bathe alone?"
"Yes, that should be fine. I must admit, I'd love the company. I'll draw the water right away."
"Good, I had some leftovers from the party to put away, anyways," Holly said.
She leaned in for one last kiss. "I'll be seeing you in just a bit. Hope you don't get too lonely until then."
"I am sure I will find some way to survive, if only just barely," Ford said dryly.
She laughed as she left. And oh, how he loved the sound of her laughter. Somehow, despite his stern, persnickety ways, she found him humorous. Many of his colleagues and patients had accused him over the years of being entirely humorless.
All it took was her to prove her them all wrong.
*
Ford removed his wedding attire. He'd have to make sure it was properly cleaned. But until then, he folded it neatly and set his tuxedo aside to be dealt with later.
Ford had done his own laundry for some time. While putting it off to launderers was time saving, none of them ever lived up to his standards. Either his clothes would come back damaged, or his protocols ignored when he gave very specific instructions to insure that his clothes were properly sterilized, and free of all stains.
His job could get messy, after all.
Holly probably did her own laundry. It would probably be far too much to bring it all the way to town. Perhaps.. this chore would be best split between them, to prevent disagreements. Ford was quite set in his own ways and routines. He was also very aware that he must back certain allowances for them to have harmonious marriage.
This, however, would be an easy fix.
He drew and heated the water and tested it repeatedly until he was sure that it was the exact proper temperature.
The bathroom was decently spacious, and well made. The floor was a fine wood, the big porcelain clawed tub took up much of the space. The mirror over the sink had fogged over. Before it was a standing sink, porcelain as well.
He could see himself getting ready for work every single day of his life here. She had quite good tastes in decoration. Clean, classic and useful. She'd expanded her house not just once, but twice. It was downright a mansion in the Westown style. There were many fascinating types of flowers and herbs hung to dry on the walls. The kitchen was wide and well stocked, and the wardrobe big enough for them both.
The house was more than big enough for both of them. They could bring company, or even more, they could have children.
He began to pour in some Epsom salt and other minerals into the bath It would help remove the aching from his muscles, just as the hot springs around here helped soothe the body. It was a fascinating study, the effect of hot springs upon the body. He'd personally begun to test it himself when the Tsuyukasa hot bath was erected. However, his attempts to interview others to collaborate for his study got awkward coughs and blushes.
Perhaps he came off as stern and his questions as an interrogation? He still hadn't quite figured out their reactions.
With a few moments to himself, Ford thought of ways to ensure their marriage was a sturdy, and agreeable one.
He had made many observations and inquiries from Brad and Carrie. He even paid attention to the complaints of women shopping of their spouses.
Work would mean he wouldn't be able to handle much, but taking care of his on laundry, cooking at least some meals should help....Hmmm, perhaps on his day off he could forage things for her as well. He certainly was always happen when she brought him herbs she foraged.
The door opened behind him and Ford glanced back.
"Sorry to keep you waiting," Holly said.
"No worries; I was simply perfecting the bathwater....and thinking, of course."
She covered her hand with her hand as she laughed.
"A perfectionist even when it comes to bathwater, I should've known," she said.
She began to strip down right in front of him, to change into her bikini. His face flushed, and he couldn't look away. Finally, he forced his gaze away and filled his mind with thoughts of the periodic table, and elements. Anything to keep his mind from her in that moment.
"Hmm? What's wrong."
"Sorry, I didn't mean to stare. You're just...beautiful."
She smiled playfully at him.
"You're my husband. You've got staring rights. In fact, you're the only person in the world that does. You don't have to be so modest anymore. You can enjoy the view. Because it's all yours. My body, my home, everything."
She pulled the last of her bikini up, and her breasts swayed so seductively. He could scarcely keep his eyes off her.
She had wide hips, and quite full curves. She'd tied her braids up on her head to keep them from getting wet. Surely, it would take hours for her hair to dry fully, with how long and utterly soft it was.
She spun around, and the skirt, and the pink blended colors.
"What do you think? I promised you that I'd model for you~"
"I think...you are the most beautiful woman I have ever met or will ever meet and I am completely and utterly lucky to be married to you. In fact, I half question how I even ended up in this place...but I am utterly thankful for the road that led here, however surprising and illogical it was."
"Good answer."
He got into the bath tub first. She carefully climbed into the tub and straddled over his hips. As she did, a little water splashed over the tub.
"I should've calculated the difference in water."
"It's fine. I'll wipe it up later."
Ford glanced down. "Hmm."
How long would it take until the wood began to turn in, like it was curdling? And the stain and discoloration would be unthinkable! Every time he returned to the bathroom he would be mocked by that stain marring the perfection.
No, it couldn't do.
She giggled, and covered her mouth with her hand. "It's going to bother you, isn't it? I'll take care of it. Wouldn't want you getting distracted by the mess while we're trying to get...romantic."
She climbed out and put down a thick brown towel on the wood floor.
"There, that will mop up the spill. Now you can just relax. Or, is there something you desperately need to fold~?" Holly teased.
He smiled.
"I suppose the laundry can wait for a few more moments," Ford said.
She carefully climbed back into the bath with him. This time, no water spilled.
While many found him handsome--something he was largely confused by--he was in no way a deeply muscular man. He was strong enough to lift patients when need be, but the heat of this climate was so much that exerting himself caused sweating. And that he couldn't abide by.
Through it all, she appreciatively ran her hand down his chest. It was rather....comforting to think that he pleased her like this.
"I admit, I cannot see very well without my glasses. Because you are close, I can manage to. I am rather nearsighted."
He moved his hand up her thigh, and elicited a wonderful little moan from her. "For which I am completely grateful for, for I would not wish to miss this experience."
"I would be your eyes and guide you," she said.
She shifted slightly closer, until she sat right upon his lap. Ford took a sharp breath. "H-Holly."
"Does it feel good? Do you like that?"
The material of the bikini clung to her in such an alluring manner. Even more so now that she was completely wet.
"Good does not do this justice. To be this so close to you feels beyond what mere words can convey."
"Think it's time for another kiss?"
"I might get overheated, but I would like that," Ford said.
"We're in the bath. It'll be easy to clean up."
She hard her arms about his shoulders and her lips met his. She was quite eager, and quite surprisingly aggressive in such intimate matters.
It only made him love her more.
And the kiss? It left him just as breathless as the other times. Perhaps more, from the proximity of her body to his. Before, there'd been at least some distance. Even last night when he had leaned just the depths of pleasure they could elicit in each other. Now, she straddled him and ground her hips against his as she kissed him.
"I see those lessons are paying off. We're getting good at this."
Though, if she got any better at this, he might start swooning during intimate moments....which was a problem. Of course, that was just his doctor's scientific mind jumping to conclusions that his racing heart would lead to fainting in her arms.
He wanted to hear her again. He pushed his hand between the band of her bikini, then drew back.
"M-May I...."
He cleared his throat.
"How polite and formal you are. We're married, silly. I didn't climb into the bath just to get clean; I wanted to spend time with you. Of course you can touch me."
"I am still getting used to such things," Ford said.
"Me too. We'll figure it out together," she said.
She guided his hand. "In fact, I would love it if you touched me. I need it so badly..."
This time, he was too eager to simply rub at the front of her bikini. She let out a little oooh~ as he began to stroke her directly. She clung tight to him as he began to rub her clitoris. It really was quite remarkable just how aroused he got just by touching her. Even when he was not being stroked directly, the mere proximity and feel of her left him breathless.
"Can I touch you too?"
"At the same time?"
"Mmmhmmm."
"Yes, of course. Though our arms may bump in the process. It might be quite clumsy, even laughably so."
"That's fine," she said. "All the more fun."
The water ruined all chance of her using lubrication. But, her hands were soft against him. She kept at the sensitive glans, and rubbed in circles about the time with her fingers.
He thrust into her fingers. It grew difficult to remember the pattern of how to touch her. All he could manage in his extremely aroused state was the roughly brush his fingertips over her clitoris. It was enough, even desperate and not as orderly as he would like, to elicit those perfect whimpers, cries and moans.
And, oh, how he loved the sound. It aroused him so deeply that he wasn't sure how much longer their bath time activities would last.
His breath hitched, and he let out a soft moan.
"...At this rate, you might make me come before you," he said.
"You want me to slow down?"
"I-It's very intense."
"If you come first, I won't mind. We're just having a bit of fun in the bath, after all," she said.
"Hhhhh...It is good...practice to keep control," Ford said.
It took absolute focus to continue in the rhythm of touching her as she touched him. Her hands fit about his erect penis perfectly. She ran her thumb down the sensitive underside. The warmth of the bath only added to the eroticism.
The water pooled about them, and added a certain warmth to everything. If they could keep from being injured he might even...repeat this. Not daily as they both had busy schedules, but perhaps during the weekends, after he got home from a long bath and brought home foraged herbs for her.
If she wished to, it would be very convenient, and delightful...
"F-Ford," she said. She ground against his palm. He didn't slip his fingers inside, though at times his would accidentally tease the very opening of her vagina with how hard she rubbed against him.
She gently squeezed the tip.
"Y-You ready?"
"S-Soon."
"G-good. W-we'll come together, okay?"
"A-ah..."
Sweet release. It couldn't quite calculate which was more intense, this or the last time. Though the analyitical part of his mind wanted to try...but later, after the sudden pleasure and relaxation.
She panted and leaned into him.
"Mmmm.... Good bath. I could get used to fun double baths like this."
"I suppose it would save water."
She laughed. "Look at you, always finding ways to conserve water, even while we're together in the bath."
"Of course, it would be enjoyable to spend such time with you, but water conservation must always be kept to in a desert area such as Westown. While it was blessed with many springs, I always must think of what would happen if there were a drought."
They simply soaked as they basked in the afterglow. He wasn't sure how pruney fingers would affect their, ahem, wedding night. So, he made to get out of the tub.
"Are you feeling better now~?"
There was a teasing and suggestive lilt to her voice.
"Yes, actually. The water was quite perfect and soothing and ahem, s-so were you."
He couldn't stop stealing glances at her as she pulled that wet bikini off her and began to dry herself off.
"Are you going to help dry me off~?"
She was toned and curvy, and the clean scent of her left him almost dizzy with arousal. He took care to wipe up all the lingering droplets over every bit of her body.
"Are you ready for this wedding night? Let's consummate this marriage~"
She wore nothing now. There wasn't even the barrier of the bikini between them. She left the bathroom without even a towel about her naked body, and climbed into bed.
She patted the bed beside her. But when he didn't immediately come to her side, she looked concerned.
"Do you feel nervous? Even after all the rehearsals? Do you need more time?"
"A little nervous, perhaps. Mostly, I had a warning. Ahem, you see...intimacy between us may be painful the first time. I have read of, and heard from many clients of their first time having sex being rather painful due to the hymen breaking. Now, many more active women report this isn't such an issue, as the hymen can be broken during such things as climbing, working outdoors and horseback riding. I would hope you are the latter case, because I wouldn't wish to hurt you, even for a moment."
"I'm a farmer. I know what it is to be sore and tired. I'm sure I'll be fine," Holly said.
"Are you quite sure? If you wished to wait, I would understand," Ford said.
"Ford, I want you inside me. I've wanted that for a while, and I don't care if it hurts or what it takes to get you as deep inside as you can fit. Get it?"
He took a sharp intake of breath at that. "Y-Yes..."
"Good. Now let's get started."
Ford laid back. "Even though I have read much on the subject, I feel as if I have been invited to a dance I do quite not know the steps to."
"It's not that much different from before. Just this time instead of our hands, it'll be other parts of our bodies," she said.
"Yes, but I don't want to crush you. I am not as heavy and muscular as say, Ludus. Still, I'm an adult man. My weight might be uncomfortable on you," he said.
The scientific part of his mind just offered all the injuries that could occur, from strained muscles to broken bones and bruises. Whatever the activity, no matter how pleasurable, he couldn't simply turn that part of his brain off.
No matter how much he wished to.
She tilted her head in thought.
"Hmmm.... You want me on top?"
Ford smiled. "Ah, yes. My studies reported that this was the most pleasurable position, and it had far less injuries. I should have suggested that first. I would feel much more comfortable with you upon me...and...I would be able to touch you more easily. Because I would not be busy trying to keep my weight off you."
Ford cleared his throat. ...Though...I should warn that because of my age, it may take time to, ahem, achieve arousal again so soon. Younger men have less refractory period. Though, there is some leeway to those who have not had sexual intimacy in a long time."
"I think that won't be a problem for us," she said. Was that smugness he heard in her voice?
"You would always consider me the exception," he said.
She laughed softly. "I sure frustrated you. Did I ever frustrate you so much that you needed to take a second time to 'relieve yourself' of that frustration?"
"...Yes."
"Oho~ What about three times?"
Ford grimaced. "I am a doctor, and the only one for miles at that. I wouldn't have nearly enough time for doing something like that three whole times a day."
"So you were just frustrated?"
"...I made time for a cold soak instead. It's quite good for the body, anyways. I've read many writings that attest to it, both of scientists and mystics."
"Then I need to work harder," she said softly.
He realized quite swiftly that it was not farm work which she referred to. She climbed up on top of him, and bent down to kiss down his neck.
"You'll leave marks at this rate. The skin of the neck is remarkably easy to bruise," Ford said.
"Your collar is so high, it won't show. Though I wish it would. I'd love the entire towns to see you are mine."
"I believe you already showed them, considering that we are now married," Ford said dryly.
"Wouldn't you like to be marked by me? So you remember all day as you're working away from me what it felt to be kissed like this. The spot would be tender for a long time, I bet," she said.
"...You're right. That would be surprisingly...alluring and deeply naughty. I had never thought of such a thing until you suggested it."
Ford, in fact had been largely ignorant to such things. He once asked a patient if she had been bitten by a bug on her neck. He had wanted to be thorough, and ensure she had not been bitten by something venomous. She blushed and gave excuses and ran out, leaving Ford quite perplexed., It took Wayne and Brad explaining to him to even figure out why she had been so utterly embarrassed and reacted in such a manner.
Now, he would be the one in that situation. Touching to his collar to feel the remnant of their intimacy left on him.
He moved his neck and let her kiss and suck at his neck. He let out a soft moan as her soft lips parted and she began to suck at him, hard enough to leave a bruise. The neck was a surprisingly sensitive area. It wasn't considered immediately an erogenous zone, but it certainly acted as such.
In the end, no wonder people sneaking around to make out would be called 'necking.'
Not satisfied with marking him simply once, she moved down his neck and sucked harder. He moaned slightly at the warm contact of her soft lips to his neck.
Her breasts were so surprisingly soft against his chest. When it came to her, arousal was certainly no issue. He felt himself begin to grow aroused to the point of getting hard yet again.
After such a short time, too. Remarkable what she could do to him.
She smiled, a bit smugly, he thought.
"Told you," she said.
She touched to his neck. "All mine."
"I must concede you were right. It is rather...."
He didn't manage to finish his sentence, because she ground against him suddenly.
"I can get you the rest of the way hard pretty easily, I bet."
"This is a bet I would surely lose," Ford said.
She shifted to kneel between his legs, gripped the base of his penis for support, and began to work the shaft. He took a sharp breath. Her tongue was so completely warm and soft and wet.
She licked the tip of his glans, and looked up at him almost playful. His arousal was coming at a startlingly fast amount. And the things she could do with his tongue would ensure that his mind never knew peace again. How would he ever get any work done knowing she was back here like this? Full of warmth and kindness and the ability to give him every kind of happiness and pleasure in the world so effortlessly?
Well, he was Ford. He would find a way to control himself. Even if he had to grit his teeth and count down the hours until he could see his wife again.
She pulled back, but kept a strong grip at the base of his penis. "Did that hurt?"
"No....it felt very....good. But, please be careful with the teeth. I would not wish for such an ending to our wedding night."
"I won't take you fully in my mouth just yet. Just enough that you'll be hard enough to get inside me, okay?"
"That...would be good."
She looked up to him for reassurance as she sucked and licked the tip of his cock. She slowly began to increase the intensity of her tongue, but kept looking to him to see his reaction. He rested his hand upon her head and stroked her blond hair. It was surprisingly intimate, in a way he had not foreseen.
She carefully sucked the tip, and licked up even the bit of precum that gathered there, and swirled her tongue about the underside.
He let out a soft moan. Her tongue was so very soft, and skilled as she explored him. She'd gotten him erect again quite quickly. For someone almost as unskilled as him, she had natural talent.
"H-Holly..."
She swirled her tongue one last time over the glans of his penis. He couldn't help but let out a soft moan.
She pulled away, and licked the white come from her lips.
"Did it hurt?"
"N-No. While this feels good, if you do much longer, I fear I will finish before I get inside you," Ford said, a bit apologetically.
She gripped firmly him at the base of his penis. "Are you ready?"
"Yes, please do...start this. I will do my best. But...please be patient for my inexperience. That is all I ask."
"I'll be just as inexperienced, so that makes two of us," she said.
She climbed back up to straddle his hips. His breath hitched as she guided his erect penis deep into her. She'd grown quite wet, perhaps from just her...ahem, oral attentions of him.
He hadn't foreseen this, not at all. Yes, the world was obsessed with sex and sensuality, from crude jokes to songs and poems and beyond. Before her, he had sublimated all that energy into his work. Frustration could be dealt with, no man or woman tempted him like she had.
But, as he pushed into her that first time, he understood.
How intense, how utterly pleasurable and soft and warm. He couldn't have imagined how good it would feel. She didn't even move at first. And they simply savored the feeling of closeness and his body deep inside hers.
It was an intimacy beyond anything he had known. He was inside her. He could feel complete heat and softness around every inch of his penis.
"Oh...that's good."
Good was an understatement, but he wasn't exactly eloquent with how little blood he had in his brain at the moment.
She clenched tight about him, enough that he felt breathless in that moment. He could scarcely breathe from the sheer intensity of how tight and warm and wet she was about him. She moved her hips and oh, oh, he could scarcely explain or describe the sheer pleasure of being inside her.
Words failed him.
Still, he could not lose himself in pleasure, not when there was still her to worry about.
"D-Did it hurt you?"
"No, not at all. And it's my first time, too," she said.
"G-Good."
She bent down and her breasts brushed over his chest. "Shall we continue?"
"P-Please..."
She began to move and the feeling was even more intense, and more amazing. He held her hips steady as she took him in deeper.
Even more, she was so beautiful. This was the first time he'd seen all of her. Her blond braided pigtails bobbed down her back as she rode him. It gave a wonderful view of her perfect, perky breasts, and slim waist, too.
The books weren't wrong. This was a useful position. And he was able to easily touch her, too.
She moved her hips fast and began to ride him in a way which made the intensity grow. He could scarcely breathe with how incredible it felt.
"You feel so good," she gasped. "So, so, so good."
And that was the problem. It was too good. He tried to find the strength to tell her the pace had increased too fast, he couldn't last. But he could do little more than struggle for breath. She tightened about him and rode him harder and more desperately than before.
"Oh! It's warm!" Holly said suddenly.
"S-Sorry. I am afraid it did not last very long. Was it...satisfactory for you at least?"
She rested her palms on his chest.
"I already came twice, remember? Once last night and once in the bath," she said.
He let out a long breath.
"But not this time? I suppose not surprising, given the short time. I would have to work much harder to manage to have you reach orgasm with me inside you...and to last longer."
"Maybe I rode you a little too hard? It just felt too good to have you inside me. I couldn't stop," she said.
"I suppose we both still have much to learn," Ford said.
"Don't feel bad. It felt really good. And you certainly gave me plenty orgasms already."
She leaned in to kiss him. "It's only going to get better. Trust me."
"I will work diligently to ensure that I am a good husband and satisfactory lover to you, whatever it takes," Ford said.
"You're already both, and the first day isn't even done yet," she said.
"You have given me so much happiness, I can only hope I will be able to repay all that you have done for me."
"Well, technically, the wedding night isn't over. You could still get me off again if you wanted. I'm pretty close," she said.
"Yes...I would like to redeem myself."
"Nothing to redeem. You're already wonderful and I love you no matter what," she said.
"I refuse to accept anything but perfection, even when it comes to the...bedroom arts. Especially when it comes to the bedroom arts," Ford said.
"Ahh, my perfectionist husband," she said.
She got off him and instead lay close beside him. He parted her legs and pushed his fingers deep inside her. She rubbed against the palm of his hand and let out those wonderful little whimpers which had so fascinated and aroused him last night. And just as she hand in the bath, and when he was inside her, she was quite desperate, even aggressive with how she ground against him.
She coated his fingers with the slickness of her arousal, and a bit of come which was still inside her. Strangely, he didn't recoil at the sudden feel of something so warm. He was too aroused by the sight of her to be disgusted.
She clenched tight about him and whimpered.
"M-More, please. Oh! You've got very talented hands, doctor. I'm a big fan."
She ground against his palm, and at the same time he thrust his fingers deep into her. He was glad not simply to get a chance to finish her off, but to see her face again. When stimulated like this, her cheeks would flush, her lips would part and her blue eyes would go glassy and unfocused. It was a quite a beautiful and unforgettable look.
She let out those little moans as he pushed his fingers deep into her, thrusting over and over.
She was breathless, flushed and finally, she showed all the signs that he recognized of orgasm. He held her close. And it took several moments until she could speak again.
He should study her orgasms at some point, he thought. He could test the various means to make her come, and time her to better understand the proper methods in achieving such pleasure in her. It would be perhaps, the most pleasurable experiment he had ever undertook.
"S-See, I was really close. It didn't take long at all. Oh, and I remembered the towel this time," she said.
"Thank you," he said.
He wiped his hands clean. Would he have to wash up after sex as well? He'd have to bathe in the morning. Sex had a very distinct, musky odor. He was not quite sure how he felt about the rather messy aftermath.
The past him would've been horrified to have bodily fluids upon him that were not washed off immediately. But, the present him was too exhausted, and a little too enamored with his wife to simply run to the bath.
He was a bit surprised how arousal overwhelmed the side of him which washed his hands until they were red and cracked. And, perhaps, his love of her.
She leaned in and kissed him.
"That was wonderful. Thanks for taking the extra effort."
"I am sorry it took extra effort to achieve what should have happened during coitus."
She nuzzled against him. Her soft hair tickled against his neck.
"No need to be. It was fun. You did great for your very first time. It'll only get better from here."
Ford let out a soft sigh.
"Tired out?"
"Positively exhausted. I did not get much sleep last night, and the while day was quite unforgettable and remarkable in every way, it was also very long. I should draw some water for another bath, but the mere thought leaves me even more tired."
"That exhausted, huh? I guess I wore you out. Hmmm~ Did I get you so frustrated that I kept you up last night?"
"I... missed you. My bed had never felt so cold and hard as when it did not have you by my side," he said.
"No more missing me. From now on, you'll sleep by my side every night."
She leaned in to kiss him lightly. Not quite so passionate as before. Exhaustion left each kiss soft, but without a promise of more. At least, for now.
"I....have wanted that for quite some time. Even as I think that I must be foolish or delusional to want such a thing. I hardly knew what to do with myself and what I wanted from you."
"No need to deny yourself anymore. I'm yours, you're mine."
He kissed her again. He could certainly get used to this.
"...Yes, as the only doctor around, I am afraid there won't be time for much of a honeymoon. I will have to return to work immediately, and finding someone to replace me at the clinic for a trip would be difficult. We were lucky that even then was not interrupted by some emergency. And of course, you will have to tend to your animals and crops."
"That's all right. I love it here. I wouldn't want to leave. We could always have a little honeymoon together. Sitting by the spring, or the bamboo fields, or talking a moonlit stroll by the beaches..."
"You have so many brilliant ideas. Everything about you only confirms to me again that you are the perfect one for me, and the only one who ever could have touched my heart....and other places."
She yawned. "I'll tell you all of them--later. Right now, I really need to sleep. Goodnight, husband."
"Goodnight, Holly, my wife."
He fell asleep curled up together, his arms about her.
It was their very first day of marriage, and his very first day home.
