Chapter 20 #3
Christopher’s brow furrowed a bit, “What is it, my dear? Are you sore? Was I too rough?”
“No, no, nothing like that. It was… wonderful, truly. I am just… well, a bit cold and in need of the facilities,” came Alaina’s response, embarrassment causing her words to fade as she spoke.
Christopher tried to contain his mirth and chastised himself for being so unconcerned with what his young wife might need after.
“Well it seems we both got quite wrapped up in the moment. I can have you upstairs in just a moment, where we can draw a bath and warm up, and you can use the facilities.”
Christopher stood up, stark naked, and swept Alaina into his arms before heading out the study door and walking to the stairs.
Alaina was not quite sure if she would ever get used to the view of a naked man, even one such as her husband.
In an attempt to hide her embarrassment, Alaina leaned her head closer to Christopher’s neck, reveling in the comfort of such a position.
Feeling his laughter more than hearing it, Alaina pulled her head to look at the one, who seemed to carry her up the stairs with ease, in confusion.
“Do not worry, you will get used to me naked. I do not much like sleeping or bathing in clothes. I have certainly committed the vision you present in those garters to memory, but I fear I am greedy and wish to see you just as you are at every opportunity. I hope you do not run and hide.” Christopher seemed to sense the source of her embarrassment.
“Well, if that is what you say, husband, then I believe you. I do not mind seeing you naked anyhow. You are quite magnificent, my love.” Alaina answered in kind, amazed at her new boldness and the comfort she felt nestled in her husband’s arms.
Having crested the top of the staircase, Christopher took a sharp left and confidently strode down the short hall to a set of double doors.
Using one hand to open them, he stepped inside what Alaina assumed to be the main bedroom.
A large four-poster bed stood against the far wall, serving as the room’s centerpiece.
An area rug adorned the slightly rough wooden floors to provide warmth.
A fireplace was situated directly across from the bed, and a copper tub was placed on the large hearth.
A set of doors could be seen just beyond the firelight.
Christopher settled Alaina on her feet and whispered in her ear, “You should not tell me I am magnificent, it might just feed my ego. Now, the leftmost door is the privy closet. Take a few moments to do what you need, while I go get our luggage. Some smitten and distracted man left it outside on the front walk. I will be back to pour a bath that we can both enjoy.”
Before Alaina could respond to the banter, Christopher had made his way out into the hallway.
Alaina caught herself admiring his retreating form before mentally focusing on her very urgent need for relief, and scurried to the closet.
She had her doubts about sharing a bath, but was intrigued by the prospect.
“I do not see why you had to put the whole pitcher of water down my back, you got water everywhere,” Alaina mused as she crawled into bed next to Christopher, having finished mopping up the hearth with the towels Christopher had gathered for their bath.
“I only had a little soap on my back, nothing to constitute a full dousing.”
Christopher just shrugged his shoulders and flashed a puckish grin, clearly amused by the whole affair of the bath. Despite Alaina’s protests, Christopher had insisted they share the bath, even offering to help her wash.
But what started as help ended in fondling and a fair amount of chicanery and then finally a wet floor.
Alaina had been a little perturbed at first, but then decided to play a game of her own, slowly drying the hearth fully naked, even with Christopher’s insistence that cleaning up the mess could wait.
Alaina contemplated if she would even don a nightgown from the trunk they had brought along, while Christopher begged her to come to bed.
His long wait was rewarded though, when Alaina emerged from behind the screen in the corner of the room in a slip of fabric he could barely classify as a nightgown.
The fabric was a dark color of some sort, difficult to exactly discern in the low light of the fire, and was almost completely sheer.
The sleeves buttoned from her shoulder and gathered at her waist, in the style of a cotton nightgown.
Embroidery of flowers seemed to wind around her body, starting from the shoulder and pooling at the floor.
A large slit that ended at the top of the thigh allowed for free motion as the gown hugged Alaina’s curves.
This particular slit was where Christopher found his hand drawn to, gently stroking the exposed thigh and roaming under the gown, moving ever closer to the cleft of her womanhood. Alaina nestled against his side once again, this time under the covers.
“Now, this is a bit more of what I envisioned,” Christopher murmured against Alaina’s hair. “Us actually in this bed to consummate the vows of love we took earlier today.”
At that moment, the small clock on the mantel chimed the hour of twelve.
“It seems, my love, that we missed out on your vision for the day,” Alaina stated, smiling against Christopher’s chest.
“Oh well, in my mind it is still the day until we fall asleep,” Christopher countered, his other hand having found her breast, barely concealed by the gossamer gown.
Alaina squirmed at his touch, feeling a tingling begin to grow once again between her legs. Her hand moved down Christopher’s chest to slowly encircle his manhood, now hard and ready for her touch.
A little breathless she countered, “Well, we did fall asleep once already.”
“I guess you are right, but we were not in bed. And, I do not want this day to end.”
“Neither do I,” came her response, and with that Christopher captured Alaina’s mouth with his own, sliding his hand fully under her nightgown, ready to show her the heights of passion once more, amazed that he could feel so complete, so fulfilled.