My kind of perfect

Take me to church (Bonus chapter/smut ahead)

*Zelda's pov*
"Bye! We'll see you in two weeks!"
I call from the passenger seat of my new husbands car.
It was 9pm, and Mark and I had just got into the car, leaving the wedding reception. In the trunk, the suitcases had been put in the night before so we were prepared for our honeymoon.
Mark drove, holding My hand as we sat in comfortable silence.
I giggled from the passenger seat, and Mark, grinning, glances at me.
"Something funny, Mrs. Fishbach?" He asks.
"Not gonna lie, I pinched myself to make sure this wasn't a dream." I laugh. "But it's not, and holy shit, we're married." Mark laughs in response.
"I can't wait for these next two weeks. You, me, blue skies, and Greece and Italy. Me and the love of my life." He says, rubbing my hand with his thumb. "The hotel we're at tonight...."
He trails off, and I smile to myself. I have something special planned for Mark.
"The place we're at tonight is real close to the docks, so we won't have to rush in the morning." Mark finishes.
We continue to drive, and finally arrive in San Francisco. Mark calmly and carefully drives the confusing streets, until we pull up to the St. Regis Hotel. A valet comes over to the car immediately. He goes to Marks side and asks, "Mr. Fishbach?"
"That would be me!" Mark says smiling, opening his door. The valet runs over to the passenger door and hastily opens it for me. "And this must be Mrs. Fishbach! Welcome!"
"Thank you!" I answer, carefully stepping out of the car, still in my wedding dress.
A bell boy steps out of the entrance and approaches. "Can I help you with your bags folks?" He asks politely.
"Please!" Mark says. He hands the car keys to the valet, whose name was John, along with a tip. "We're heading out around noon tomorrow, John, so I'll leave her in your hands." He smiles. "Absolutely, sir." John says grinning.
The bellhop had loaded all of the luggage into a cart, and headed inside. Mark and I followed, hand in hand.
The young girl at the counter squealed at the site of the us. "Aw, just married?! That's great! Mr. and Mrs. Fishbach, please enjoy your stay tonight! Brian, they'll be going to room 796."
"Thank you!" I say to the girl. I continue on with Mark, and we pass a 24hr expresso bar. The people still out and about smile at us, a few wishing Mark and I Congrats. We and Brian the bellhop get into the elevator, and take it up to the 7th floor. Once there, Brian takes the luggage and leads us to our room a few halls down. At the door of room 796, Brian unlocks it, and takes a few moments to take the luggage inside.
"That's the last of it. If you need any help in the morning, please don't hesitate to call the front desk and ask for me." Brian tells them.
Mark tips Brian and offers his thanks. Brian disappears, and Mark turns to me."It's tradition." He warns, earning him a look, before sweeping me up bridal style.
"Mark, put me down!" I laughs. He obliges, and puts me down on my feet.
He had brought me to a huge, and elegant room, better than I had ever been in. We stood in a living room area, tastefully decorated. I could see the door to the bedroom, which even from here looked huge.
"Oh my god..." I say in awe. "Yeah... Oh my god." He says softly.
"So, I have a question." I say. "Anything." He answers. I turn to him and giggle. "I saw a 24hr expresso bar down in the lobby. Would you go down and get me something?"
"Coffee? Now?" Mark questions. "Ma-ark, you know coffee does nothing for me. I just want an iced beverage. Please!" I asks, wrapping my arms around him, and looking up at him. "Man, you know I can't resist those pretty eyes of yours. Okay! But don't fall asleep on me!" He says, kissing me.
"Thank you Mark." I say lovingly, kissing him back, hard. Our lips move together rhythmically for a few minutes.
He breaks away laughing. "Zelda, keep that up, and I won't be in any position to leave this hotel room."
"Fine! Go! Take your time." I tell him. He wiggles his eyebrows at me as he leaves, shutting the door behind him.
*marks pov*
I take the elevator down to the lobby, locating the expresso bar. Two ladies are sitting at a table near the register, and no ones behind the counter.
"She'll be back in just a few." One of the ladies, a redhead, says. "She just stepped out for a quick break." I look at her. "Okay! No worries, I have time." I say cheerfully. I stand, looking at the extensive menu for something that Zelda would like.
"I don't mean to seem nosey..." The other lady, a girl with short, jet black hair, says. "But you came in with that lovely lady with lavender hair and tattoos? You two just get married?"
I turn back to the ladies. "We did! We have been officially married since about 3:30 this afternoon."I answer smiling. "Thats wonderful!! Congratulations." The redhead says. "Best of wishes to you! Marriage is a journey, but it can be the greatest adventure if you let it." The black haired woman says. Before I can answer, another voice says, "sorry darlin', I needed a break. Hopefully Velma and Louise over here weren't talking your ear off too bad." A woman in her thirties with shoulder length brown hair steps behind the counter. "We don't talk that much." The black haired one mutters.
"No worries. I would just like to order two iced white mochas." I tell her. "Okay, two iced white mochas coming up." The barista says. "Haley, it's on us." The redhead says. "Wha- oh that's so nice of you, but you don't have to-" I say, blown away by the kindness. "I insist! Consider is a wedding gift from two strangers. Someone bought me and violet our first coffees from here when we got married." She tells him, indicating the black haired girl. "Oh, you two are married? That's awesome!"I tell them, sincerely. "Thank you. Me and Kat like to keep paying it forward whenever we see a newly wed couple."
Grateful, got the two iced drinks from the barista, and said goodbye to the couple. I made my way up to the room, unlocks the door and go inside. Zelda had been busy in the 20 minutes I had been out.
Candles had been set out, and lit everywhere, casting a pretty glow on the walls. The luggage had been pushed next to the sofa, one lay open. The bedroom doors had been shut, and I was sure I could hear music playing behind them. Walking further into the room, I saw something that made my heart skip and breath hitch.
Zelda's wedding dress was laying discarded on the floor.
Putting the iced coffees on the table, I called out. "Zelda?"
I get no answer, except for the bedroom doors opening just a crack, and music wafting out.
I nod in understanding. I take my shoes and jacket off, dropping it over her dress. I walk forward and push open the door.
Zelda sat on her knees on the California king bed, wearing only a white corset and white lace panties. Her hair was down, and her face was bare of makeup. Something new danced in her hazel eyes, that even tho I hadn't seen it from her before, I understood. I moved forward, and Zelda rose on her knees to meet me. She looked me in the eyes for a moment, before blushing and turning away. "This is my first time..." She murmurs.
I hook a finger under her chin, and gently pulls her to face me. "It'll come naturally. We'll take our time, and I'll be gentle unless asked to be otherwise." I tell her. She hits me in the chest and giggles, looking me in the eyes again.
I smile, and look back at Zelda, before connecting my lips to hers. I kiss her slowly and deliberately, before deepening the kisses, exploring her mouth with my tongue.
*zelda's pov*
I fiercely kiss back, undoing the buttons of his shirt, exposing his chest. I move closer to him, feeling something  hit my thigh down below.
I go to reach down, but I'm stopped by Mark.
"No, not yet. Let me make you feel good..." He says in his sensual deep voice. He turns his attention to my neck, and moves us both further on to the bed so I'm laying on my back, as Hozier's "take me to church" starts to play.
Mark trails kisses on each side of my throat, my breathing heavily. He gently bites down on the crook of my neck, earning him a breathy moan. His tongue circles the area he bit, before he bites down again, earning another moan, and a buck of my hips into him.
Mark comes up, pressing his hips into mine, kissing me. He starts to undo the front of my white corset, taking his time, kissing me and the tops of my chest, until the corset falls open, revealing my pierced breasts. "That's so hot.." He says quietly, sitting up to grab my breasts with his hands, kneading them gently. He takes my left nipple in his mouth and swirls his tongue over it while playing with the other with his fingers.
*Marks pov*
I was enjoying hearing every sound that escaped Zelda, but enjoyed even more that I was the first to make her make them. The fact that I would be her first turned me on big time.
I pull her to the edge of the bed so I'm standing over her. "Take off your pants..." Zelda tells me quietly. "Not yet." I answer, devilishly, leaning down to trail kisses down her body. I stop at the hem of her panties, instead running a finger over them. She bucks her hips into my touch, wanting more, and anticipating what was to come.
I slowly slips her panties off, and spread her legs gently. Nipping at her inner thighs, her breath hitches. "Unnghh.." She moans out. I tease her, kissing her thighs and touching her every where but the one place she really wants me to touch. I tease her for another moment, until-
I dips my head and finally get to the place that was surely aching for attention. Kneeling, I hook an arm under one of her legs and with the other, I stick a finger slowly inside of her, and gently start to pump in and out. I can tell from the way her hips bucked and her back arched she was getting close to a release. I oblige my bride, sucking and using my tongue on her, bringing her to orgasm.
*zelda's pov*
"Oh-ohh-h, fuck! Mark!" I gasped. Warmth and electricity seemed to be spreading over my entire body. I rode out her first orgasm, until it no longer rocked my body. Mark stands, and begins to undo his belt. I quickly sit up as Mark pushes his pants down, leaving his boxers. His member strains against the fabric.
I slide off the bed to stand in front of him, hooking my fingers into his waistband. I slowly pull them down as I drop to my knees, exposing him.
I run a finger along his length, noting how he inhaled quickly at my touch. Wrapping my hand around him, I looks up into his eyes. Not breaking eye contact, I slowly start to pump my hand up and down, earning a moan in return. Still looking at Mark, I start to suck him off, Mark now bucking his hips into me. After a few minutes, he stops me.
"Lay on the bed." He tells me. I listen, laying on my back. He lines up with my entrance. "We'll take it slow..." Mark tells . He slowly starts to push into me, letting me get used to having him inside of me, and never breaking eye contact.
It was a new feeling, a mixture of pleasure and pain, but not enough pain that I  wanted to stop.
Mark continued slowly until he was fully inside. He asked me gingerly, "you good?" Eyes closed I nod. Just as slowly, he pulls back, all the while allowing me time to adjust to this new thing. He waits for my cue to do more, and it comes after a few minutes, when I buck my hips up. He begins to thrust into me, grabbing my hips as he goes in back and fourth.
"Oh fuck, yes! Yes!" I cry out. He begins to speed up, determined to come with me.
We continue. He reaches down to rub my clit, thrusting and thrusting, both of us moaning until finally-
He releases inside of me, as my body again spreads warmth throughout her body. We stay connected for a few minutes, both of us riding out the end of our orgasms.
Then, Mark pulls slowly out of me, and collapses next to me on the bed. We look at each other. "Damn. We should have done that Sooner." I say breathlessly. We laugh, and I roll over to him, and he puts his arm around me. "I love you Zelda." He tells me.
"I love you too, Mark."
*a year later*
".... So we're moving!"
Mark and I were recording a vlog for YouTube. It was Easter Sunday, and we were filling the fans in on our lives.
"Zelda and I decided to move from my apartment here in L.A. to a house! It's a big change, but it'll be ours." Mark explains.
Next to him, I beam at the camera. "I'm really happy about the move, personally. A house is going to be really great because-" I pull out the white stick, a huge smile on my face. "Some- bunny is expecting!!"
Marks face lights up, and he looks from Me to the pregnancy test. "You're... We... I'm going to be a dad? Are you serious?!"
"Yeah! I'm pregnant!" I gush, smiling wide. Mark pulls me into a hug, making loud noises signifying happiness. "Guys, we're going to parents! This is crazy! We'll see you in the next video, when we're all settled in! Bye!"
The recording ends, and Mark turns to his me. "How long?" He asks. "I'm about 10 weeks. I have an appointment Monday, where we can have an ultrasound." I tell him excitedly. He puts a hand on my tummy. "I love you so much, and I can't wait to meet out little person."He tells me with a kiss.
We pack up the recording equipment, ready to move it to the new house. We go and sit together on our old couch- the one we planned to leave behind for Bob and Jada. I lean into Mark, smiling.
"Isn't funny how far we've come? We started out as kissing strangers, and now we're married and pregnant? I lucked out." I laugh.
"Nah, you're just beautiful and amazing, so I'm the lucky one." He answers.
I kiss him on the lips, before smiling and saying:
"I love you, Mark."

⭐️the end⭐️