Come With Me

Chapter Twelve: Epilogue

"I now pronounce you, Man and Wife, you may kiss the bride" The priest says warmly as Nick leans you down and kisses you like something out of an old fashioned movie, much to the adoration of friends and family. Except Rick from your old department, he was still sour. You walk down the beach, your dress flowing in the wind as friends and family gather. . .  or at least the ones you had between you. The rest were you newly acquired protection keeping you secure. 

"Here, she misses you" You hear a familiar voice from beside you as you spin round beaming, taking hold of your daughter. 

"Thank you for taking care of her Graciela" she smiles at you as you look behind her, the other agents you were once at war with, now smiling happily for you because Queens should fix each others crowns, not tear them down.  Except for Mace, who had never really recovered from the poison, as to say, she wouldn't remember much. 

"My two beautiful girls" Nick wraps a strong arm around you, kissing his wife than his daughter on the head before you continue to the reception. 

. . . . 

"She's down, out like a light" you say quietly as you walk into the bedroom, baby monitor in hand which you put on the sideboard. 

"I don't imagine for long  . . . " Nick says with a chuckle, walking close to you "you looked beautiful today" he say in a sultry, raspy tone. 

"You didn't look too bad yourself. . .  sir" you reply back stepping closer. 

"Oh, is that how we want to play it tonight. . . " He removes your silky dressing gown, letting it drop leaving you naked and aroused. 

"Well, you know what couples do on their honeymoon don't you?" You say with a tease, thinking about the cover on your first mission in Paris. 

"I seem to remember you telling me they made love, not as you put it, fucked?" He gives you some gritty sas back. 

"Thought we could do both. . . " you whisper closely to his ear before walking over and  picking something up from inside your suitcase and then heading to the bed, kneeling before him "I can't put these on myself . . . " you say innocently pouting as you swing some handcuffs around on your finger. 

"What do we say?" he walks over, towing over you dominantly. 

"Please help me put these on, sir" 

"Good Girl" he places a kiss on your lips as he lays you back into position, putting the handcuffs on you and attaching them to the bed, the keys on the side table.  on the table... "now, stay quiet for me baby, while I see just how wet you are for me. . ." You nod, the anticipation making you even wetter than you were before, just his presents alone was enough to make you wobble. He kisses you neck as he plays with your clit a little before sliding two fingers. . . "baby, this all for me?" 

"For you, always for you  . . .  husband" 

"I'm never gonna get tired of hearing you call me that. . ." he smirks between kisses, before being convinced your wet enough he slides he fingers out . .  "I need you, I need to be in you. . . " he breathes heavily tickling your neck. 

"I need that too" you look at him as he kisses you whilst stripping himself and then climbing above you "I'm so lucky to have you Nick. . ." 

"Let me fuck you good baby, then tomorrow, treat you like the goddess you are . . ." he angels himself "you ready baby?" he say a little cockiness to his tone as you nod eagerly to which he doesn't hesitate long before he enters you with a thrust so hard you feel a moan escape from deep with in, that control you tried so hard to keep being let go of as you call out Nicks name, 

"oooooH.... Nick fuck.. uuuh" Your back arches, your arms pulling at the handcuffs, as he leans over you, grunting as he pounds you, his free hand on your hips and your breast, like he can't get enough of your body, the sound of your moans spurring him on as he nips on your collar bon, licking and sucking down to your breasts as they heave with panting, begging for more in incompressible noises. He continues to devour your breast, licking and sucking bringing back those hickeys he'd left before, almost like a claim to you and you let him, you thrived in it, his worship of you, you continue, the two of you like an unstoppable train, the bed beginning to shake. 

"sweet fuck...your so fucking beautiful Y/N ..." he moans out, thrusting a few more times before he cums. "Fuck baby, god" he lets himself finish, you joining him, your orgasms making each other last a little longer by having them in unison. "I fucking love you. . . " he whispers as he shits onto his side on the bed looking as you, stroking the side of his face. 

"I fucking love you to Nick Fowler" You reply with a smile as he wraps you up in his strong and caring arms. "I fucking love you too" and with that, the two of your start the rest of your lives together, a strong and formidable family, with love at its centre.