stephrogers | Medoria

He smiled, faintly, giving her the pen. "I know."

She carefully signed her name on the contract after reading it over.

it would be notarized; and processed; and he would kiss her. "You realize we just got married?"

Stephanie laughed and kissed him back, bringing him close. "Yup. I'm not changing my name, you know that, right?"

"If you'd like." He kissed her.

She kissed him over and over again. "Shall we?"

"To the bedroom?" he teased, scooping her up again.

She held on and nuzzled his neck. "Not too many people get to sweep me off my feet. Glad to say you're the first."

"Pleased to be the first," he told her, holding her tighter on the way to the bedroom. Again, he would lay her out upon the mattress. But this time, he would begin to undress her - taking the hem of her shirt.

She reached and slowly unbuttoned the buttons of his shirt as she kissed him. Her wedding night. She could hardly believe it herself.

With another kiss, he pulled the shirt over her head, kissing her again - placing his hand over her breast. "Well."

"Well?" she asked. She was now in her bra and skirt.

"You look wonderful." Slowly, one hand still holding her breast, he moved to lower her skirt.

She unbuttoned the rest of his shirt buttons and pushed it off of his shoulders. "You're not so bad yourself."

"Is that so?" he whispered, kissing her as he removed the skirt completely. Then he would reach about to unhook her bra, kissing again.

She kissed him back, raising her hips to let him slip her skirt down. Her slip remained after he tugged off her bra. Stephanie sucked on his bottom lip.

"Fond of clothes?" he teased, gently - slowly - working to bare her breasts.

"Most of the time. Not in bed though," she replied softly.

"Then you'd best help me with my pants," he whispered, gently lowering his mouth to kiss a bared nipple. He left the panties alone - for the moment - trailing his hands up and down her sides instead.

Stephanie laughed and gasped when she felt his lips brush against her nipple. She reached and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.

Slowly, tenderly, his fingers began to rub against her sides, finding the curve of her hips, and slipping down her legs as he leaned in to kiss her. Assuming she was a virgin, it was all the more important to do this right - to make this as special as he could.

The first step of that was to familiarize himself with her body. Running his hands down her thighs, gently kissing the other nipple.

"Nathaniel," she sighed as she ran her fingers through his dark hair. "I...I've never done this before. With anyone." The most she'd ever done was kiss Agent Carter. And that was the brief kiss before things took a turn for the icy.

"I had gathered," he admitted, reaching out to touch cup her breasts. He squeezed lightly - running his fingers across them to take in their shape. "Which is why I want it to be perfect."

She arched against his touch. "Oh.." Stephanie could hardly believe it. She never really thought that she would spend her wedding night in a castle of all places. With the mysterious man who swept her easily off her feet.

He slipped one hand away, down her back - gently rubbing, searching for sensitive areas. Unlike her he had done this before - but what he learned was that every woman's body was different.

He wanted to know exactly what made her's tick.

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