Youth's Dew

Chapter 22

Pann

"Hey, sleepyhead," someone nudges me on the shoulder, "We should probably get home."

I open my eyes and see Megan standing over me. Feeling groggy, I had to intended to only rest my eyes for a moment.

"What time is it?" I ask, and then notice Megan is holding hands with her husband, Rory.

"It's getting close to midnight. Rory got tired of waiting and came in and woke me up. We are heading home now, I hope you found your answers, I sure did," she smiles sweetly at her equally besotted husband.

"Your husband was here earlier too; but Heif ordered him home to wait for you," he adds before starting up the aisle with his wife.

Home? I rub the sleep from my eyes, I have a home and family! Why am I here on a cold, wooden pew that was surely created to keep people from feeling comfortable enough to stay any length of time? Correction, I fell asleep on them, so scratch that thought.

Before I drifted off to sleep, I thought I smelled Joven's cologne with lavender, but that doesn't make any sense. Rory had said that Joven remained outside. But, after smelling his cologne, I had a definite desire to clear things with Joven and make things right. This is probably the elixir talking or the Mist, but I need to be one with Joven; now.

Hurrying out the door, closing it behind me, I realize it's very late. I should be scared, but the Mist seems to push me forward at a faster pace. Not seeing many people, I arrive home quickly. Quietly I open the door, not sure what to expect. Will he be mad? Make wild accusations? I've wronged him in so many ways, surely his patience is done with me. I just never gave him a chance to talk, something I realize, I failed at time and time again.

Joven has left the stove light on, and I can just make out his form on the couch. I smile, because I realize my husband is a snorer, and a very loud snorer. What should I do? Wake him? Just leave him alone on the couch? He looks so darn sexy with those sexy blonde curls across his forehead, my hands itch to touch them. But no, the first thing I need to do is fix this "ring" problem that's between us.

Still not sure if I heard Karmony wrong on my wedding night, there was a lot going on, or if she misled me on purpose.

I tiptoe past my husband and to our bedroom, smiling because I can now say "our bedroom" and smile. Going to my side of the bed, raising the bed skirt and kneeling to look under, the Purity Ring remains in the form of a circle like the first night I, unknowingly, rejected Joven. Now, there's a folded note under the ring. Using the flashlight on my cell phone, I open the letter and read:

Wife,

Just like the night of our wedding vows, I again, give you this ring. To have my purity, my body is yours. In return, I only ask I receive your body, heart, and soul. The joining of our souls, never to be parted. Come to me, wife, show me you accept me too.

Yours, Joven (aka: Husband)

Oh, my, Mr. Dimples is a poet, and my heart is most certainly his. Giggling I hop up and weigh the necklace in my hand. Staring at and realizing how long my husband has waited for this day. The temptations he must have walked away from, the control he took over his own body. I too, have waited but knowing he took a vow so young and held it, remains ever special to me. Wearing this ring day after day, waiting for the one he would give it to, and the tears I had been holding back start down my face.

"Will you wife, will you accept my ring?" I twirl around and there stands Joven. Still dressed in his shorts, but his shirt is unbuttoned and open all the way down, giving me a generous view of his chest. Gulping, I look him in the eyes, the moment of truth at last. Something we should have done on our wedding day.

He walks slowly towards me and takes the necklace from my now trembling hands.

"Will you wife?" he asks again, silently waiting for permission.

I step towards him, taking his cool hands into mine. Feeling a slight tremble, confirms he is as nervous as I am. Slowly I raise his hands and mine and together we both place the necklace around my neck and the ring is now nestled against my chest. I start to step back, but he stops me, and presses closer into my body.

"Wife, you have given me the most cherished gift, and I shall never take it for granted. What happens in our bedroom, is sacred to us, and nobody will know. Words we speak to each other, are just that, words only heard by the two of us." And he takes my face into his hands and begins the slow seduction of loving my mouth with his.

Oh, my stars!

Dueling tongues and my hands, cast and all, reach for his waist, as if it's the most natural thing in the world. Hating the fact my right arm is still casted, it doesn't seem to bother Joven. He's wasting no time moving his hands from my face, down my shoulders and to my waist as well. Suddenly nervous I pull back the tiniest bit, and here my husband growls very softly.

"Do you think we should talk about this week first?" I ask.

"There's nothing you can say, that would stop me from wanting you this night," he says. And I feel one hand move to my belly button. Shivering, I try again.

"I don't know what to do, and I'm embarrassed. There, I said it, does that scare you?" I raise an eyebrow at him.

"I'm humbled by it wife, and even though I've never done it either, I'm pretty sure it's just a dance of two souls. I know there is discomfort for you in the beginning, but I will stop any time you say so, can you entrust your body to me?" He waits for my answer, but his hands are drawing circles on my stomach.

"Yes husband, I would trust only you," that gets me a huge smile on his face and shows off those dimples. "But tomorrow we talk; agreed?"

"Wife, we can talk the rest of our lives, but right now—I'm wanting to see if all the books I've read here and in the UpAbove Library were correct on the next move," he winks before picking me up and placing me on the bed. "All I want to see you in is my necklace."

"Well then, husband you are greatly over-dressed for this "dancing of the souls." I pat the bed next to me, "let's see if all your book reading and research was not done in vain," I say feeling brave.

"I'll show you all my scholastic research maneuvers," my husband says. And he showed me... all.. night... long....

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Author's note: FINALLY, the honeymoon can begin! Wedded bliss is at their fingertips... or is it? Thanks for staying with me on this journey.  Please drop a note or click Like, read on... the best is yet to be! AP2