My Everything | Damie

Chapter 7

Dakota's Pov;

When the wedding reception dies down, Jamie and I slip away. Everyone important has already said their goodbyes and left. The only people left at the party are a few extremely intoxicated guests who have not yet realized the party's over and a couple spare employees taking their sweet time with cleaning up so they can squeeze in a few more hours of pay. Neither groups will miss us. All our bags for the honeymoon have been packed in advance and tucked away into the storage area of our private jet for the night. Usually the use of a private jet rather than a shared flight would seem wasteful to me, but tonight it's a necessity. When we board the jet, Jamie and I strip out of our party clothes and step into the elegant walk in shower. After such a day it only seems right to shower all the excitement off. We face each other, the water spraying down onto the space between us, neither of us getting wet. "First things first." Jamie says, picking up my bottle of makeup wash. "Close your eyes." I relax my face, eyes closed, willing. I feel his hands, strong and warm with soapy water, gently rubbing against the sensitive skin of my face. With a few more strokes of his fingertips, the soap drips off and is replaced by just wet, comfortably rough hands. "Open." He says and I see he's smiling. He wipes his fingertips just under my eyes, wiping away the racoon black lines under my eyes. When he stops he looks satisfied with his work. "There's my wife." The way he says 'my wife' makes my heart beat just a bit faster, my new name rolls off his tongue so well. You'd think we'd been married all along.

     It's cold in the swiss alps in this time of year, not quite freezing, but close. It's a perfect excuse for us to stay in the warmth of our cabin, and to share the warmth of each other. Jamie exhales heavily as I ease myself off of him, and I can see his mouth starting to form my name, but I slide down to finish what I started only now with my mouth, before he can even get the word out. He grabs a handful of my hair, pulling just hard enough to make me look up at him. "What's the matter?" I ask, wondering why he made me stop. "Look up at me while you do it, I want to see your face." I blink a few times, then smile slightly, before I continue. I keep going, looking him in the eyes all the while, until I taste him in my mouth. I suck a little longer, savoring the moment, and he groans as I swallow hard. I lick my lips, then assume my position back on top of him. "That was just a little detour, we're nowhere near our final destination." He laughs breathily, and buries his face in my hair.

     While Jamie braves the cold temperature for the few moments it takes to step outside and obtain firewood from the stack we have at our disposal out back of the cabin, I have a seat on the sofa and watch our dying fire as it flickers away in the fireplace. A few seconds pass then the door comes flying open and Jamie shoves his way in carrying the largest stack of wood I've ever seen. "I could have opened the door." I offer, far too late to be of any help. "It's fine, I've got it." He sets the wood down on the floor by the fireplace with a loud thud. It all comes falling off its stack. I jump up to help and together we restack the firewood. "You don't have to help, Dakota." He says, and I roll my eyes. "Why are you so insistent on me not lifting a finger around here? You know I love doing housework together back at home." He nods. "I know, I just want to make our honeymoon perfect for you. This is your first and only one and I want to get it right." He looks disappointed somehow, in himself, as we sit by the firewood stack. "This honeymoon is already perfect for me. I'm trapped in a cabin with the sexiest, although slightly clumsy, lumberjack in the world." He laughs at that, then looks down to his red flannel shirt. "You know maybe you should have taken my clumsiness into consideration when you signed us up to go skiing tomorrow." I shrug. "Maybe, but when I planned that I was just imagining you being all sexy in your skiing outfit, not necessarily how well you would ski." Jamie tosses a few pieces of wood into the fire, and gives me a sideways look of amusement. "How exactly does one look sexy in a ski outfit?" He asks, as we stand to admire the now revived fire. "I guess we'll see tomorrow when I have to teach my clumsy lumberjack husband how to not die while skiing." The fire crackles, as Jamie laughs wholeheartedly. "Enough ski-talk Mrs.Dornan, I can only focus on one thing right now and that's how sexy you would look in my flannel shirt." My jaw falls open, in a half smile, as he unbuttons his shirt all the way down and tugs the white t-shirt I had been wearing right off. He then replaces it with the flannel, buttons me up about halfway, and scoops me up into his arms. He holds me up in his arms and kisses me roughly, taking slow steps towards the couch. We drop down and I release my tightened grip on his shoulders as were jolted apart by the impact. I crawl back into his arms and we kiss again, this time his hands, already warm from the fire, slide up my shirt. The hair of his beard is scratchy against my face, but I welcome the feeling anyway. It's part of him and I want him close, always. We stay snuggled up on the couch for the rest of the night, in some half-asleep, half-awake sort of haze, just enjoying each others closeness.