“Yes, but you need to save your energy, baby.”
“My energy?” She wondered whether he was keeping her wrapped in cotton wool forever after everything she'd been on the receiving end of via Mickie.
“Yes, your energy, honey. You're going to need every last ounce for our three-day Vegas honeymoon.”
“Surely if I'm going to be in bed for three days energy shouldn't be a problem,” replied Tasha mischievously.
“Oh, baby, this is going to be the best three days of my life.”
Jim carried Tasha across the suite through a huge lounge area with a cinema size screen occupying one wall but before she could take any more of the room in, they were entering another room, the bedroom, which seemed a serious understatement for the luxurious setting they were in. Jim placed her down on her feet.
“Jim, it's beautiful. I never even imagined there were really places like this.” She gasped, a little tearfully.
“Only the best for my wife,” he replied as he wrapped his arms around her from behind watching the reflection of them both is the huge mirror they stood in front of. “When I imagined you as my bride I have to admit I could never have dreamt just how beautiful you'd look.”
“Thanks, I think.” Tasha frowned but also wore a small smile.
He laughed. “A frown, Natasha?”
“Only because I’m unsure if you just gave me a backhanded compliment,” replied Tasha, defending herself.
“It was unintentionally backhanded, baby, but to clarify, I meant I’d imagined you looking beautiful, very beautiful. However, the way you look today surpasses just how beautiful I imagined you being.” Jim dropped a kiss to her shoulder, still looking at their reflections in the mirror.
Tasha flushed slightly at the sincerity of his compliment, but had been shocked herself at the image that had greeted her when Lucy had revealed it to her earlier that day in a similar mirror in the suite of a neighbouring hotel she'd been holed up in over the previous day and a half with her friends and family. Jim had surprised her by flying everyone out to Vegas to join them after their original plan to do this low key seemed no longer appropriate after their unconventional family unit had come so close to being torn apart again by Mickie, but they had come out the other end, survived it. Jim had decided they should witness and celebrate their marriage together, as Lucy had explained earlier to her and Tasha had to agree that it was definitely what she'd needed and Jim, yet again, had known what she required better than she had herself.
She felt Jim's grip on her tighten slightly and smiled again at the image of them both; the glittering of her diamond solitaire earrings and matching pendant along with a small tiara minus a veil were her only accessories as she'd left her engagement ring in Jim's care to allow for the addition of her wedding band. Her make-up was understated but sufficient to mask the bruises and cuts she still bore from her evening with Mickie, but they were barely noticeable at the moment. She was dressed in the fitted white lace dress Lucy had made. The overall plainness of it was lifted with intricate detailed lace. The train was now gathered at her side while the lace covered buttons hiding the zip were currently covered by Jim standing behind her in his black tuxedo that appeared slightly longer in length but with narrower lapels than previous tuxedos she'd see him wearing. The colour of the jacket was in stark contrast to the almost blinding white of the shirt beneath it.
She'd almost hoped that Jim would opt for a more traditional suit with a coloured waistcoat and tie or cravat originally, but looking at him now she didn't believe he could have looked any better or that she could have found him any more attractive than she did right now. Maybe it was a more English look she'd originally imagined for her groom, but she needed to remember that her groom, her husband was not English and the black suit with matching bow tie reminded her of that. Jim adjusted his position so one hand rested on her right hip as his other linked with her left hand to perfectly display their wedding rings making her grin.
“Nice choice of ring, Mr Maybury.” She looked down at their hands.
“Right back at ya, Mrs Maybury,” he replied with a grin as big as hers making them both laugh at their identical bands that they'd each chosen for the other independently.
“Who knew my penny-pinching fiancée would choose a twenty-four carat, platinum wedding band from Tiffany no less.”
“Mmm,” agreed Tasha. “Indeed. And who knew that my cash splashing fiancé would choose such an understated twenty-four carat, platinum wedding band from the afore mentioned Tiffany.”
“I kind of thought that a diamond band wouldn't be you, unlike an understated, plain band,” said Jim, explaining his choice of ring.
“And I thought that you would be more comfortable wearing something simple and plain too,” replied Tasha. “Especially as this is your first wedding ring.”
“First, last, only wedding ring, Tasha.” Jim’s voice was a low growl against her neck and shoulders that were accessible courtesy of her hair being pinned into a loosely styled up do with only odd strands of curled hair softening the look around her face, ears and neck.
Tasha replied in a single low moan.
“Baby, we really are the perfect couple, aren't we?” Jim asked without requiring an answer as he continued to kiss across from one of Tasha's shoulders to the other. “You know, as beautiful as you look, I am desperate to get you out of this dress and see what's underneath it,” whispered Jim against Tasha's ear as he made his way back across to her first shoulder.
“I thought we might take a look around first,” Tasha responded honestly, but was as desperate to undress as Jim seemed to be.
He groaned against her back, disappointed that his need and desire for his wife was going to have to wait, briefly. Very briefly if he had his way. “Let's investigate this place together then. You can see everywhere you're going to be fucked before the event, and then I’m going to remove your clothes, slowly and we'll start our three-day Vegas honeymoon.” Jim spoke with a husky rasp before releasing Tasha briefly. He retook her left hand in his right one to lead her around the suite. “This is our bedroom complete with huge bed that lends itself quite nicely to tying you down and up, baby.” Jim spanked Tasha's behind firmly but playfully.
She looked around at the huge windows that almost surrounded the whole room offering breath-taking views of Las Vegas that could be shut out judging by the touch-screen control panel for the curtains amongst other things she imagined as they passed the wall mounted flat screen TV before finding herself standing in a bathroom that was bigger than any she'd ever seen.
“Oh, James,” she gasped.
“You wanna skip the rest of the tour?” asked Jim, looking down at her making her look up at him confused. “James?”
“Ah, I see.” Tasha considered delaying the guided tour, but didn’t, she simply smiled.
