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Title: Seals of Love
Genre: Much Ado About Nothing

Rating: M
Author: tkel_paris and tardis_mole
Summary: Written as a Christmas present for sykira. A what if inspired by my writing “Glance of Love” and the indications of what might have been for Benedick and Beatrice had their merry war not been triggered.
Disclaimer: Good lord, I'm writing fanfic about a Shakespeare play! Do I need to write that I own nothing? Especially when it's inspired by a particular stage performance?
Dedication: sykira. You're welcome, love. :D

Author's Note: When my Muse got the bug that later became “Glance of Love”, she got a few other ideas as well. There are two other MAAN ideas where these came from.

And a huge thanks to tardis_mole for providing the majority of this chapter. It was too good to not use, and I hope my friend enjoyed the process of helping me revise the play into this fic. *hugs*




Chapter One / Chapter Two / Chapter Three / Chapter Four / Chapter Five / Chapter Six / Chapter Seven / Chapter Eight / Chapter Nine / Chapter Ten
DVD Extra the First / DVD Extra the Second / DVD Extra the Third



DVD EXTRA THE FOURTH: THE WEDDING NIGHT

Beatrice had felt on an emotional high ever since Benedick had looked her in the eye as she was walked down the aisle by her uncle; her husband had not looked away except for when he had to address the Friar. It was increased when he and Don Pedro removed the sash with his family's crest and colors to make room for her family's sash – last worn by her father. She had insisted on putting it on Benedick and fastening it into place. As soon as it was his, she was only able to restrain the urge to stop any reply with a kiss for a moment.

His answering kiss, just as the one they shared before he asked for her hand, left her trembling and filled with a longing she didn't quite understand. Not even after the events of the previous night that her aunt organized for her benefit. No, the dancers had left her feeling very unsatisfied and even nervous about what would happen. Especially after the one serious talk she had cornered her aunt into having with her.

It was her dreams that unsettled her more. What little she knew was heightened by the fire started by Benedick's kiss that day in the garden, a fire fanned by those dreams. The events of each day could cool it, but sometimes she only had to see the desire in Benedick's eyes to be forced to conceal her own – though she doubted he was fooled for an instant, given the hints of compassion he showed. Her dreams had expanded on the one kiss, making her wonder what it might have felt like to let his hands wander more than they did, or if her hands had wandered.

It was hardly what a proper lady was supposed to be thinking of, but she supposed she had never been a traditionally proper lady. And since her Senor was fine with that, she would take pride in it.

Her fingers twitched as Maria finished the final preparations. She was now in what had once been her parents' bedroom, wearing a teal chemise with a matching robe. It was a gift from her aunt, given with a whisper of hope that her wedding night would be better than her own.

Somehow the words did not help Beatrice's mental state.

A knock sounded, and she blushed. There was only one person it could be.

One moment, my lord,” called out Maria, also suspecting. She was done, but stopped to touch her lady's hands. “Please breathe, Lady Beatrice,” she whispered. “My mother says it doth help.”

Beatrice let out a tiny laugh, and smiled. The best advice did seem to come from her aunt's gentlewoman.

Knowing she had done all she could, Maria left Beatrice's side to open the door. Sure enough Benedick entered, although whatever he had intended to say was silenced at the sight of Beatrice's attire and the skin shown.

Smiling with the slight knowing that only a maiden gentlewoman could have, Maria slipped out and closed the door behind her.

As soon as the door closed, Beatrice decided to hide her nervousness by coming at him with her lip first. “Is it custom for a man to look on his new wife like a starving man on finally having dinner?”

Sensing her nervousness, he gave a confident but quiet air, pressed a finger to her lips and gently kissed her.

The kiss stunned her, and she felt a little of her fear lessen at his tenderness. Still, she gave him another verbal riposte: “How so would a man on entering a lady's bedroom call himself a gentleman when his intentions are less than gentlemanly?”

He answered by another gentle kiss.

A third one was silenced before it was fully spoken. Yet somehow his actions and manner allowed her to feel a bit calmer.

He stroked her face tenderly. “You are my wife, I am your husband. Tonight is for both of us, equal.”

She took a deep breath, which fluttered nervously. “I don’t know what I should do. You have been with a woman. I am unknown and unknowing.”

Beauty in the dark is still beauty. And you shall be known only to me. I respect your desire to be my equal and in some things you are my better. But tonight let me be your guide.” He took her robe and slid it off her shoulders until it dropped onto the chair. Then he nodded to her to do the same.

She shivered, still feeling echoes of his fingers on her bare skin. But she was emboldened.

Taking turns they made each other naked and he allowed her time to gaze over him. He even turned around on the spot for her, so she could see all of him in the lamp light.

Like what you see?”

Like? I am uncertain there is such a word that would fit less. You are beautiful,” she amended just as quickly.

He smiled. “Touch me.”

Beatrice had no idea what that would accomplish, but she supposed it was part of the marriage bed that things happened and people were made. She could guess from the dogs in the street what went where, but she had no desire to be unloved like a dog. Nor to have water poured on her, either. Even given that his fingers had felt like they were trailing fire over her skin as he undressed her.

She tentatively drew her fingers down his chest, feeling the hairs on his chest tickle her fingertips, and stopped at his belly. His fingers did the same, lingering in pirouettes around her nipples before continuing down her flat belly. She copied him and was surprised when he gasped at her touch.

Sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

You didn’t hurt me. I happen to be very sensitive there. In a good way.”

Is that why the tree stands more rampant than before?”

He grinned. “It will for the better part of the night. And I shall give you as much pleasure from it as I know you can give me.”

How?”

Trust me.”

She took a deep breath. “I trust you.”

Don’t be afraid, but I should warn you. At the moment I join us it may hurt.”

Hurt!” she squawked.

Shshsh!” He eyed the door and pursed his lips. “In case anyone is listening, or accidentally overhears our first night of love, it is customary for a gentlewoman to be tutored in some things by her mother. I trust your aunt has imparted some hints in her place?”

Beatrice snorted. “All I heard from my aunt, now indeed your aunt as well, might I remind you, is to lie back and take it for the fair future of House and Country.”

Benedick scowled. “For that, if he were not my uncle, I would slap Leonato with his own gloves. For no maiden upon her wedding night nor after it should be forced, even by the man she calls husband.”

I thank you for your care, husband, but I have heard from others also that a manhood once devoured is not quickly wished for again. It is why my aunt only had the one fruitful endeavour and not more.”

I will aim to make you want me as often as you are in my arms, Beatrice,” he vowed. “Upon my honour, I shall make you remember this night with fondness. Now, touch me, and let me show you what your gentlewomen have obviously missed.”

They spent many minutes stroking each other, finding delicate sighs and sensitive spots. He smiled as he felt her relax under his lips and hands, thrilling in how hers grew braver and more adventurous as the passion grew.

Beatrice was startled when he adjusted his arms to lift her into the bridal hold. She broke the kiss to look him in the eyes.

He gave her an understanding smile. “Let me just this once, as this night is a first for us both.”

She sighed. “Just this once.”

He laid her on the bed, cradled in his arm while the other held him aloft. Their mouths met in sweet abandon that soon restored the mood, and she let him settle between her thighs.

For now he rested against her entrance, his body gently flexing. From his thoughtful explorations he had the confirmation to what he had known in his heart, that she was a virgin; and as such he took her slowly, at her pace. He pressed in just a little and waited until she was relaxed, humming through each breath with him before moving a little further in.

Tell me you don’t get any bigger then this,” she gritted softly.

I have breached you, my love,” he murmured back. “How do you feel, now that you are no longer a woman, but my wife, the lady of my heart?”

As good I hope as it feels for you to be married to me and subject to mine traditions.”

He grinned at her in fun. “I shall enjoy your traditions. Let my brothers keep mine. It falls to them as eldest. And if it did not, I would have passed them on to them anyway.”

You would do that for a woman?”

Not just any woman. You alone.” He arched his hips forward and felt her flinch. “The last of me,” he promised.

He arched back and forth slow, gradually increasing the strength of the stroke. Before long she was huffing with him. He rocked her, lowering his mouth to her breast, suckling her as a babe in arms. He could hear her mewling in response and as she got louder he lifted his head to watch her.

He felt her body erupt into palsied thrashing. He smiled tenderly as she gripped him with her limbs.

He thrust deeply, giving her a moment or two to catch her breath before quickening the pace again. Within a few minutes she was mewling and he smiled. He could feel her reach climax again.

I think it is my turn to make you yell at the moon,” she told him, breathless.

I am not far behind you,” he promised.

Roll over and prove it.”

His eyebrows flickered in surprise, but did so. He had never been beneath a woman, but he had a feeling he was going to enjoy this. He rolled over and Beatrice straddled him, making herself comfortable in his lap. She moved on him, holding his hips still when he attempted to match her moves. She smirked when she heard his breath rasp in his throat. His knees parted as she moved above him like a cavorting cloud.

His head dropped back on the pillow as his back arched upward, and a long drawn out groan escaped towards the ceiling. He flopped back to the sheets and held her hips still. “You learn too quickly, my love,” he whinnied. “I’m not quite ready to die in your arms.”

She moved more slowly, their hands stroking each other. She was surprised when he sat up. She could feel him thrust up inside her and as he had promised it was no longer uncomfortable. Snuggled together, they kissed and smoothed their hands over each other.

Humming softly, she shuddered around him, unaware that he had rolled towards her, settling her on her back again. She listened to him moan stridently, humming her name to her. She echoed him, encouraging him on, lifting her knees higher.

I am about to plough your sweet garden, my Lady,” he panted. “May you crop this night, for I shall be fair pleased if you bear me fruit.”

Beatrice whimpered in response. “Husband! Yes!” she shrieked.

Her cry vanished beneath his loud wanton howl, broken as it was between hard thrusts and harsh breaths. His head dropped to her forehead as he jerked to fill her further. With a gentle growl of completion he shifted only enough to capture her lips with his.

Panting in the darkness, they remained motionless.

Don’t make me move,” he begged.

If you move I shall gut you and eat you alive.”

Fair warning taken,” he replied.

They remained locked together for several minutes even while he shifted his knees beneath her hips to thrust hard.

You have more?”

Have you not noticed that some men have more than one son?”

At this rate I shall have sons and daughters from just this one planting,” she griped.

The more the merrier,” he supposed with a smile.

Holding himself up on his hands, his body swung back and fourth in strong motions. Within just a minute they were both moaning together. His head lifted, eyes closed as his jaw dropped.

Oh Beatrice! Hold me!” he begged.

Beatrice had no idea what he meant and held the only thing she could think of. His buttocks. She found it oddly funny how they rippled and clenched in her grasp. As she joined him rising towards the heavens she pressed him to her in time with him. His eyes opened wide and she stared back at him.

It comes!” he growled and the heart exploded inside her.

Their bodies twitched together, seemingly without an end in sight. Panting harshly, he managed a kiss.

Have I met all vows I made to you upon the threshold of the marriage bed, Lady Beatrice?”

You have, sir,” she panted back. “All that and more.”

It was not long after that sleep claimed them both, but a love that new would be woken again in the night. How many times was theirs to know, and treasure.

THE END

Comments

tkel_paris
Feb. 10th, 2014 03:48 am (UTC)
10 chapters for a wedding night story? That sounds like it could be lots of fun. :DDDDDDDD You've made me even more curious now. ;)

Women DO tend to be crueler, but we use words and hold grudges. Men's tendency to fight it out resolves things a lot sooner. Maybe. Although I've met men who can hold grudges. Meh. Yes, we need more frank talks with our mothers, aunts, and grandmothers. (Remind me to one day tell you about what happened around my college graduation that floored me.) So... it might fit in with the fic-therapy story I'm very slowly writing.

:DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD You're welcome.

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