The Penniless Bride by EpicFaerieTale

Julian coughed, blushing and looking down, away from where Mary stood to dress. "G-Guess we got carried away..." he mumbled, getting up and grabbing simple clothing such as a shirt and vest with dress pants. Easy to put on and nothing extravagant. He wasn't embarrassed, but Charles probably had an idea on what was going on.

Perhaps it was more of a challenge because there was nothing holding them back? No will to tell them it was wrong. That it was forbidden until a certain time frame. As so many thoughts went through Julian's head, he looked over at Mary. How could he be tense and nervous? He had a beautiful bride! A wife, which was even better. He nodded, telling himself that tonight was the night! Hopefully....."Well then, let's get downstairs, shall we?" he asked as he opened the door and went through, expecting that she would follow since it was dinnertime.

Julian grinned as he saw foods that were too glamorous to eat. Chicken, potatoes, vegetables, just all piled onto plates for them in which made it all the harder to not eat it. He sat down after pulling out the chair for Mary and stared down at his plate. "Wow, this is nice." he said, even amazed himself as he then grabbed a fork and started eating.

Julian smiled, chuckling. "Come on, eat." he said, shaking his head as he continued to eat. It tasted great, as usual. Though, it tasted a bit better with the help of the atmosphere. He had asked for candle light and they certainly pulled off a dim and romantic air in the room without trying.

At times, Julian swore he heard a squeak. But then again, he wasn't oblivious to the gossiping between staff. He yawned as he finished his dinner, taking a quick glance towards the door to the kitchen, seeing a few eyes peeking back and then closing the door once their eyes met. He chuckled quietly as he then dug into the dessert which was a nice caramel flan.

Well, despite titles, everyone is part of gossip. This was a grim time in which people just didn't have the respect for others as years before. He knew this fact well and didn't let it bother him so long as his reputation or Mary's well being was put in the mix. He looked up at Mary, smiling. "Enjoying the meal I hope?"

Julian could hear the giggling as well, it still hadn't stopped. Still, he was hoping she would hurry with the meal. He just wanted to go back to their bedroom and just talk, without any added and unwanted noises. "Are you almost done, Mary?" he asked, smiling and patient.

After all the giggling, it went silent. Julian wanted to laugh but of course, kept his mouth shut. "Well then, let's go on upstairs." he smiled, getting up and walking over to Mary. He held out his arm a bit for her to take, wanting to be a good gentleman.

Once in their room, Julian closed and locked the door. He wanted no interruptions. "So, off to bed then?" he asked, looking over to Mary with a small blush. He just wondered how to go about it. He was just too cautious at the moment.

Julian took a deep breath, walking over to Mary and placing a gentle hand over her cheek. "Don't be nervous, Mary." he said softly, leaning in and kissing her. He closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down and know that this was natural. It was his wife for goodness sakes! He had a right to do so as the husband!

Julian laid with Mary on the bed, still keeping his lips over hers. He wanted her as comfortable about this as possible. For some reason this was hard to even do! He wondered if maybe because they waited so long, that now it seems just odd instead of natural?

Exactly, they had made love before, it was very obvious that they could do so again. After all, they were married. Officially they loved each other this time. He sighed in bliss as everything seemed to fall into place. He deepened their kiss, his hands roaming about Mary's body.

The night went on and Julian didn't let one single thing go amiss. He was tender to Mary, as if she were silk. He never knew that his world could stop so suddenly and sweetly as when he was one with her, feeling every emotion and every breath. It was sweet torture to him.