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The Wedding of Sean Parker and Michelle Leaner (Part 3): Wedding Night

It wasn’t long before they made their way back to their hotel. The valet took their car and alongside the staff a few patrons who saw them as they entered the lobby joined in celebrating them with claps and whistles. They smiled, both still glowing in the sheer amazement of the day. The gave polite waves and mouthed Thank You’s as they continued away from the lobby to their room. Sean reached for the key in his jacket and unlocked the door. The doors to their room swung open and Michelle saw it for the first time. Like their wedding it was cozy and quaint, and she looked at Sean smiling giving him a “this is just what I wanted” look.

(Sean): Do you like it?

(Michelle): It’s perfect.

She nearly yawns the words covering her mouth with her forearm. They enter and close the door she turns her back to Sean looking slightly over her shoulder.

(Michelle): (Michelle): Could you?

He stepped forward, reaching for the zipper on the back of her dress. His fingertips grazing her exposed skin as he unzipped her dress just down to the small of her back. They were husband and wife now, yet she somehow felt more bashful and nervous in his presence than she’d ever had. With her dress now giving her some leeway she sat on the bed leaning over to remove her shoes. A full day of walking and then dancing in heels was far more than she was accustomed to. She rubbed at the back of her ankles where the strap of her heels had rubbed all day leaving a pinkish slash across the back. She exhaled in delight at the relief she felt surprised and grateful not to have blistered.

(Michelle): (Michelle): That feels so much better.

She suddenly gave herself a little jump, seeing across the room a table with some of their gifts on it. Her parents, along with Butch and Wisdom had arranged for all their luggage to be brought to the room as well as some of their gifts so they wouldn’t have to deal with those details.

(Michelle): Ohhhhhh Sean….they really went out of their way.

(Sean): Between your parents and my uncle and aunt, I’d say they’re still worried about all the things they didn’t do.

She yawns again, excusing herself.

(Michelle): Sorry, I’m just a little tired. I don’t remember the last time I wore heels. My father used to come home from work when I was little girl and take his shoes off and say “My dogs are barking!” as he rubbed his feet and wiggled his toes. I remember once I said back to him “yeah, and they’re barking loud daddy!” He was always so serious but he looked at me and had about the heartiest laugh I’d ever seen. Of course I didn’t know he meant his feet ached. At the time I thought he was referring to the musky smell from his day at work.

Michelle stops talking a moment and just smiles then looks at Sean.

(Michelle): To see him with you today, what he did, what he said…he continues to surprise me.

She looks around the room adorned with flowers from their ceremony, the gifts saved for them to open.

(Michelle): I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect day.👍

Sean smiled as he took off his Prince Charlie jacket, placing it on the back of a chair in the room. He unfastened the sporran and plonked himself on the bed beside Michelle, resting his head on her shoulder.

(Sean): Me too. I can’t even remember the last time I wore a kilt. I think

Her hand reaches up and cups his face as she leans her head into his looking over at his jacket.

(Michelle): You were so handsome in it. So charming and regal, like a prince. That’s what you made me feel like, like I was a princess. Hey, maybe I could go and get a job at Disneyland.

Michelle chuckles.

(Michelle): I don’t ever want to take this dress off, but I think I’ve grown a full size or two since the reception. All that food and our wonderful cake, everything was so delicious. Do you mind if I take a quick shower? I want to put my dress back in the box and freshen up to relax a little bit. Is that ok?

(Sean): Of course it is and I know what you mean, I feel like I’m about to burst out of this kilt and that I need to do about five hundred push-ups just to burn off what I ate. Maybe that’ll stop me passing out.

(Michelle): Well if you’re still awake when I get out maybe a nice shower will refresh you. We could also open a few of our gifts too if you want. I won’t be long.

She kisses him on the forehead before rising. She grabs a few essentials from her luggage and heads into the bathroom. In moments the sound of running water is heard and steam begins to fill the room. Roughly 15-minutes later the door opens and she emerges with the large box in hand, her wedding dress nestled neatly back inside. A pink nightie exposes her shoulders and comes up just above her knees. She puts the box away and sits back on the edge of the bed and begins to moisturize.

(Michelle): Ahhhh, that felt so nice. The water here is so soft.

Sean, now decked out in just a pair of sweatpants was literally in the midst of a mini push-up session, touching his shoulders with the opposite hand each time. As he looked up and saw Michelle in her nightie he couldn’t help but double-take at how beautiful his now-wife was. He stood up and grabbed a towel to mop his face and underarms with, leaning toward Michelle and kissing her on the cheek.

(Sean): Wow… you look… wow… sorry…

Michelle blushed as Sean rose from the floor dabbing at a little sweat with a towel. He could see the eagerness in her eyes that darted to a table across the room.

(Sean): Want to see what we got?

He took her by the hand and they walked across the room grabbing a couple of the small packages. They returned to the bed and scooted themselves up against the headboard, gifts in lap and began opening.

(Michelle): I hope everyone obeyed our wishes and didn’t put any money in these cards, the gifts alone are too much. I was just so happy for everyone coming all this way for us.

Most everything was small, guests knowing they wouldn’t be keen having to ship large packages back home. The cards they opened were filled with blessings for their marriage but more importantly wisdom shared by their elders…mostly on Michelle’s side of the family. Sean opened a card addressed just to him, and photo fell out onto his lap as he opened it. He held the photo up and froze, he began to read the card and his eyes welled with tears. Michelle waited patiently, rubbing his leg in comfort before he lowered the card and photo to his lap and leaned his head back.

(Sean): My uh…my aunt Diana….she….

He could barely get the words out.
(Sean): …it’s a photo of my dad holding me as a baby. I don’t remember ever seeing this photo.

(Michelle): Oh Sean…

He raised his arm enough for Michelle to take the card and photo. She looked at it and smiled, then read the card. She saw instantly how his aunts words hit him as they did and she too wiped tears away. She leaned into him and rested her head on his chest, and in silence they simply absorbed the whole day. Exhaustion soon overtook them and it wasn’t long before they had fallen asleep. A few hours later Michelle awakened to find Sean already awake. A lock of her hair twirling in his fingertips so gently she wondered how long he’d been like that. He just stared at her, his green eyes so handsome, so…inviting. They lay there facing one another in a time and space finding themselves beyond words. His hand stroked her chin and a chill ran down her at his touch. A nervousness, as her heartbeat increases, no doubt the color in her cheeks belie the restraint she’s held, that they’ve both held for so long.

Michelle reached over and put her hand to his face. Her fingers pricking across the tiny beginnings of blonde stubble having grown out from the long day. His fingers slid gently over hers, and she turned her hand over in his, letting their palms meet fully, and the simple contact lingered longer than either expected. Every glance seemed to last a heartbeat too long. Every smile carried a nervous excitement, the kind that comes with knowing something new is about to begin. Sean leaned in closer, and she could feel his breath before his lips reached hers. Their first kiss was careful….slow, almost tentative as if both of them were learning the rhythm together. The second kiss wasn’t quite as shy. Her fingers moved to the back of his neck, lightly tracing the line of his hair. His hand rested at her waist, steady but gentle, giving her time to pull away if she wanted to, ever the gentlemen that he was. She didn’t.

They paused, foreheads touching, sharing the same quiet but quickened breaths. In that still moment there was laughter under the surface, a little nervousness, and a lot of trust. Nothing rushed them. The world outside the room felt distant and unimportant, and when they kissed again, it carried the understanding that what came next would be something they were choosing together. The room felt warmer than it should have been. Not from the temperature, but from the awareness that hung between them. Suddenly Michelle felt like she had the first time she’d rode a roller coaster, reaching the peak with the anxiousness of the pause before the drop she saw inches in front of her. Sean could feel his heartbeat quicken, not with the rush of a match though. Not the steady rhythm he’d learned to control in the ring with thousands of eyes on him. No, this was different, it was softer, uncertain in a way that felt new to him.

Michelle was inches away, her breath warm against his lips, her eyes searching his as if she were asking him the same quiet questions he felt building inside his chest.

“Are we really here?”

“Are we really about to do this?”

His thumb brushed gently along her cheek and he felt the warmth of her skin beneath it, the way she leaned ever so slightly into his touch. That small movement alone made something in his chest tighten. Michelle smiled; a small, shy smile that made his chest feel lighter and heavier all at once. Sean had stood across from guys twice his size, guys who wanted to beat the crap out of him and he’d stared back at them, completely unphased. But lying here beside his wife, the woman who had just promised forever to him, he felt something close to awe.

His fingers slipped into her hair, pushing that stray lock behind her ear. She watched him do it, her eyes soft, trusting. Sean then let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. Then he kissed her again. Less hesitation this time. It lingered, deeper than before but still gentle. He felt her hand slide along his shoulder, her fingers curling lightly against his back. Instinctively his arm wrapped around her waist, drawing her closer. He locked his eyes on hers as his hand went to her thigh, brushing her nightie up higher until his fingers looped into her panties. He searched her eyes for any sign of resistance but there was none. Instead, he watched as she gave a gentle, tentative nod, permission for him to continue. He drew his fingers around to her front, feeling the crest of her smooth womanhood. She was keenly aware of her hardened nipples now poking the fabric against her chest just as Sean moved his head into them. His lips kissed her nipples from the outside and she leaned her head into him, her leg instinctively wrapping around his.

Little wet marks covered her nightie from his nipple kisses and with a tender touch he raised her from the bed, pulling the nightie up from her waist, to overhead exposing her bare chest. They lay back down, and he nestled his face back into her breasts. The sweet smell of her body wash drew his mouth to them and he sucked on her nipple. Michelle moaned instantly, her head leaning back against the pillow as Sean’s tongue pressed hard against her.

She thought that she should be doing something, but she didn’t know what. Her hands merely gripped his body close to her. She became aware of his manhood pressed against her, but she dared to look down between them. Dared to look at her own bare chest receiving his kisses. Sean removed his free hand from her waist to his own, pulling his boxers down, managing to wriggle them to his ankles and discard them completely.

Michelle let out a small whisper of a gasp as she felt him press against her, hot and hard, and her hands gripped him at the waist. He locked eyes once more with her, words escaped her as his hand went once more to her panties and began to pull them down. They slid across her skin towards her knees and he nervously checked her eyes for a hint or resistance but there was none. He sat up and pulled them all the way down, his hand trailing her body back up from the ankles. He looked upon her, she seemed to glow like a candle from the church, bright, smooth curves coming up from calf, to thigh, to in between, to her stomach and breast and back to her eyes.

He drew back, looking so boyish yet so much a man inviting her to see him. Michelle’s eyes slowly withdrew from his and first went to his shoulder. The lingering scar there she was all too familiar with. His pecs curved perfectly, his abs rolled like hills, his belly button marking the boundary she’d never ventured past. Her eyes lingered there for a moment before trailing down to the soft blonde tuft of hair above his groin, then to the tip of his manhood pointed straight up, the pink shade to his balls matching her own area. She looked him all the way back up before staring once again into his eyes. They lay there for a few moments, the first time together fully naked, seeing one another for the first time fully exposed and vulnerable as they’ve never known.

(Sean): I love you!

(Michelle): I love you!

For a moment neither of them moved. The words lingered between them like a promise they had only just begun to understand the depth of. Sean reached for her hand first. His fingers slid into hers, squeezing gently, grounding himself in the reality of the moment. Michelle’s thumb brushed slowly across the back of his hand, the small motion calming the nervous flutter still dancing in his chest. They had stood in front of family, friends, and God only hours earlier. Now it was just the two of them. No audience. No expectations. Just trust.

Sean leaned forward again, slowly this time, giving her plenty of space to stop him if she wished. Michelle didn’t pull away. Instead she leaned toward him as well, their foreheads touching for the briefest second before their lips met again. It was much different this time. Their tongues intertwined, dancing together, breathes hitching. Just as Sean felt his manhood swelling, Michelle felt her groin warming.

Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, drawing him closer as the heat between them grew. He planted his arms on either side of Michelle’s head, his biceps pulsing as she tentatively placed her hands on his sides, her fingers moving over his muscles, tracing slow circles as if she were learning him the same way he was learning her. Eventually, their kiss broke momentarily and they shared another look, their foreheads resting on the others. This was it. She looked at him, a worry etched on her face.

(Michelle): Sean!

Her voice barely a whisper, a timid, shy assembly of words.

(Michelle): …what if…..what if I’m not…

He put his finger to her lips and shook his head.

(Sean): (Sean): You’re perfect!

She relaxed as much as she possibly could in the moment and nodded at him. She was ready, or as ready as she’d ever be. She thought walking into the academy for the first time had been the most anxious moment of her life but this took it to new heights. Sean looked down between them, grabbing himself. The tip of his penis glistened with precum, and he drew it closer to her own moist parts awaiting him. He touched the tip to her and she tensed, a subtle jerk to her body quickly drawing his alarm as he looked up at her. Her eyes were closed and her grip tightened on his waist as if she were in a dentist's chair.

(Sean): You ok?

Michelle nodded, she couldn’t speak, and gave him the slightest pull telling him to continue. He slid further inside, and her warm, moist insides enveloped him. He shuddered. She was tight, and clenched him unrelaxed. He took it slow, gliding inside of her like a snail, ever-watching her expressions. His body began to shimmer with a nervous sweat as did hers. He throbbed inside her and she felt him fill her and gripped the bed sheets alongside her tightly. Sean pressed his body closer to her, he thought he was maybe halfway in but wasn’t sure, he was too nervous to look. For her part, while there was some discomfort, she was more worried that he would be disappointed.

He pressed in until their bodies were tight together and he lay on top of her. His weight, while not crushing made her feel his dominance over her. It aroused her, this and his natural smell from the day where she had taken a shower. Feeling him inside her she realized how much she wanted this, how much she’d wanted him. She imagined that this small bit of pain she felt was part of the experience. He didn’t move, he just remained there holding himself inside her feeling her clenching spasms as she acclimated to all the new sensations overwhelming her body.

Her own hands, which had been gripping the sheets, loosened their hold. Tentatively, she slid them up his back, feeling the play of muscles under his skin, the slight dampness of a nervous sweat at the small of his back. He was real. This was real. Her touch seemed to unlock something in him. He shifted, just the barest fraction, and the sensation was electric. A gasp escaped her, not of pain or discomfort this time, but of pure, startled pleasure.

A slow, dazed smile touched her lips. Sean saw it, and his own worry seemed to melt away, replaced by a look of such tender intensity it made her heart ache. He lowered his head and captured her mouth in a kiss. It wasn’t like their earlier, frantic kisses. This was soft, exploring, a silent conversation. His tongue traced the seam of her lips, and she opened for him willingly, tasting him, letting the familiar act ground her in the midst of the unfamiliar.

As they kissed, his hips made another tiny, experimental rock. The movement sent a jolt through her, a pulse of heat that pooled low in her belly. Her legs, which had been stiff at his sides, instinctively wrapped around his waist, drawing him infinitesimally closer. The ache receded, replaced by a building pressure that was entirely new and utterly compelling.

He broke the kiss, his breath coming faster now, his face dropped into the crook of her neck, his lips brushing against her pulse point. Sean’s actions, the way he moved, erased the last shreds of her anxiety. This wasn’t disappointment. Her body, which had been taut as a bowstring, began to truly relax. The clenching deep inside softened, welcoming him, and she felt him grow even harder within her in response.

Emboldened, she moved her own hips, a shy, upward tilt. The friction was exquisite. A low moan vibrated against her neck where Sean’s mouth was.

(Michelle): Oh, Sean!

She called out in ecstasy as their bodies… which began as two separate, anxious entities melded into one tantric rhythm. Their skin sliding across one another, the heat between them forming an aura around them, the pulse of him inside her as she gyrated beneath him welcoming to envelope her completely.

(Michelle): (Michelle): Oh, Sean!

She called out again, feeling him now glide in and outside of her. She reached up grabbing hold of his waist but her hands slid down to his buttocks and she gripped his firm cheeks feeling the muscles even there conditioned from all his training. Her breasts giggled up and down and he leaned in kissing at them once again. The feel of him insider her curled her toes as she wrapped her legs around him.

(Michelle): (Michelle): Please!

She exhaled the words thinking this was too good. He felt too good. She could hear their sounds. Little pats of wetness as his body moved in and away from her, their ragged breaths, the subtle creak of the bed, the rustling of the sheets. She could smell them. He hadn’t showered and as she had, and his natural essence was so intense and titillating. He moaned with pleasure burying his head into her shoulder as his pace quickened ever so slightly. Sean could feel his breath getting faster. Michelle felt amazing, she felt right, all of it felt right. His mouth was gaping open as he captured her mouth in another passionate kiss. He could feel himself building towards his climax.

(Sean): You Michelle… I think… I’m….

And, as if they both knew, they nodded subtly towards one another as Sean drove one final deep thrust and he exploded inside of her, releasing his warm essence as both of their bodies shuddered with the release of endorphins and pleasure. An equal surge from deep within her coursed through her body which juddered against him. Her toes slowly uncurled as her legs slid down the side of Sean’s body. They stayed like that, Sean nestled inside of her, both of them panting, sweat coating Sean’s brow and his arms. Michelle’s breast shimmered like waxed fruit at the market and waves of delight and relief washed over them both. Sean pulled away from her and they lay entwined still cradled in the ecstasy of their lovemaking. Her head went to his chest, her hand resting there as well.

(Michelle): We…

She didn’t know what to say. “We did it” sounded so generalized. “Incredible” wouldn’t do it justice. How could she describe what had just happened, the erotic unification of their bodies without it sounding sleazy. They hadn’t had sex. They had made love. She looked into Sean’s eyes and there was the boy in him laying beside her. Just as vulnerable as she was.

(Michelle): You ok?

Her voice was sweet and compassionate as she looked at him. It had been a long road here for him too, perhaps even longer for him than her. He hadn’t grown up in a religious bubble, but had been disabled for the better part of his young adult life. He thought about those years in his wheelchair. The depression he’d experienced. The doubts he’d had about if he’d ever find someone, if he could ever be intimate with anyone, let alone on the level he’d just experienced. Eventually, he nodded with a smile, affectionately rubbing the tip of his nose against Michelle’s.

(Sean): Yeah… I’m more than ok. I’m happy.

They nestled together in the wake of their spiritual and now physical union in absolute bliss as the scene fades to black.