He held her hand tightly in his and leaned over to kiss her on the mouth. "Then it's okay that I'm here?"
She nodded as tears welled in her eyes. His eyes never left hers as he stood up and removed his jeans, and she held his hand as he climbed in the tub with her. He saw that her cheeks were flushed, and her hands were shaking. After he sat down, facing her, she raised up on her knees and climbed onto his lap, wrapping her legs around his back, and her arms around his neck. She could feel his desire for her against her stomach, and he could feel the warmth of her skin against his, the intoxicating feeling of her warm, wet breasts against his chest. He could feel her heart beating wildly, like his own. "You're shaking, baby," he said as he pulled her close, "Are you okay?"
She looked at him, nodding, "You're shaking, too, Lucky." She put her hand to his chest, over his heart, "I can feel your heart beating," And in what may have been the most exquisite moment of his life, she leaned over and kissed him on his chest, over his heart.
He whispered her name again. "Elizabeth."
They had waited so long for this. He wanted it to be perfect and above all he didn't want to hurt her. It was the first time for both of them, and he had imagined this moment so many times over the past three years, but the reality of it was overwhelming. He didn't want to disappoint her. She raised up a little again and placed her lips on his, kissing him softly at first, but soon he caught the hair at the back of her neck and returned her kiss with a desperation he had not felt before. Never in all of his imaginings had Elizabeth been so aggressive, so full of the need to please him; he had always imagined that he would be the one to take the first step, to lead her. That it was the other way around made his desire for her even stronger.
They kissed for what seemed an eternity, both of them content with just holding each other. Finally he pulled away from her just a little, and his hand found her breast, cupping it tenderly, rubbing her nipple gently with his thumb. He leaned down and took it in his mouth, sucking on it and flicking his tongue over it. Just as he had done the night he had returned, but this time he didn't stop. He continued and heard her small sighs of approval as her hand reached down to touch him and hold him so tenderly in her hand. She whispered, "I don't want to hurt you."
His voice was thick, "I promise you won't hurt me, Elizabeth. You could never hurt me." Her hands were like feathers on him, her touch light, but so effective. As she began to perform her magic on him, kissing him at the same time, he lost himself in it. But only for a moment because he was more concerned about making this night special for her.
He gently covered her hand with his and pulled it away, as she looked at him questioningly and he said, "It's okay, Sweetie, let's go in the bedroom." He began to stand up, pulling her up with him. They stepped out of the tub and he grabbed two towels and they began to dry each other off, slowly, kissing each other as they did. He reached behind her head and undid the clip in her hair and let her long, soft curls fall around her shoulders..
He then picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. As he laid her gently on the bed, she pulled him down so that he was lying on top of her.
He put his hands on either side of her face, in her hair, "You're still shaking."
"Just a little."
"Are you cold?"
"I'm never cold when I'm with you, Lucky. You make me feel warm, and safe."
"Are you sure you're ready for this, Elizabeth? We can stop anytime. I mean, I don't want to do anything if…." She silenced him with a kiss and he traced his kiss down to the hollow of her neck, then to her breasts, where he lingered. He raised himself up enough to look up at her as his hands covered her breasts again, and whispered, "Is this okay?"
She answered, breathlessly, "Oh, yes, please."
He kissed her deeply then, and finally, while still holding her, he turned them over, so that he was half sitting up on the bed, and she was on his lap, her knees on either side of him, just as she had been in the bathtub.
They continued to kiss each other for some time, until finally he reached down to guide himself inside her. He was surprised when she covered his hand with hers to help him. He entered her slowly, and gently, so afraid that he would hurt her or that she would suddenly not want him, afraid that the demons from her past would begin to haunt her.
He whispered, "Tell me you're a little scared. Cause I am."
She nodded, "Yes, but it's a good kind of scared,"
"Are you okay? Am I hurting you? We can stop if it doesn't feel right."
She shook her head, biting her lip a little, "Lucky, I want you. It's okay."
He pulled her to him then and kissed her as they began to move together, their eyes locked, with everything between them unspoken, yet understood.
He spoke in the softest voice she had ever heard, "Elizabeth, you are so beautiful and I love you so much." He gently leaned her back on the bed, so that she was lying beneath him. He kissed her deeply as she put her hands on his face, wiping away his tears, even as she felt her own welling in her eyes, even as she felt herself giving over to the intense pleasure and he felt himself finally letting go. When at last their breathing became less labored, there was no need for words between them. They both understood that what they had just experienced would bond them together for the rest of their lives.
Finally, he started to pull himself away from her. She put her hands on his shoulders., "No, wait, I want to stay like this for as long as we can." She pulled him down to her and cradled his head in her shoulder, until they both fell asleep.