Wedding Night
“Hey, we’ve been married for…” Holtzmann glanced at her watch as they walked down the hallway, “Like, five hours now. We should probably consummate this thing, don’cha think?” She wiggled her eyebrows in a way that Erin assumed was meant to be suggestive but actually looked a little manic. Despite being together for over a year now, Jillian still lacked subtlety when it came to at least half of her attempts to get Erin into bed. She was usually too loud to be subtle. She lacked the brain-to-mouth filter necessary.
Erin reached up, cupping her cheek and gazing into her eyes. “You’re so romantic, I could swoon right here.”
“I sense a little sarcasm Mrs. Gilbert-Holtzmann.”
“Oh, are we hyphenating?”
“Do you want to?”
“I don’t know. It’s kind of long. But, I guess the alternative is being Mrs. Gilbert. Which reminds me of my mother. I don’t love that idea. I’d prefer to stick with Dr. Gilbert.”
“Let’s mash our last names together to create a new one. We could be the Holtzberts. Or the Gilzmanns. You gotta admit, that sounds kind of cool. The doctors Gilzmann could cordially invite people to brunch.”
“I’m not a fan of the name smush. Sounds too much like nerdy super fans hoping their favorite TV characters or celebrities will end up together.”
“You’ve got a point.” They were quiet for a beat, thinking. They hadn’t breached the subject of last names.
“We don’t have to decide about last names right now. In fact, let’s think this over after a couple of orgasms. Increase the ol’ blood flow to the brain. Among other places,” This time she winked, which was a gesture hailing from the same arena as the eyebrow wiggle. Erin rolled her eyes. She loved her wife deeply, awkward jokes and innuendos included. She was the one who had a plan for spicing up the evening.
Erin shut the door behind them and took in her surroundings. They were in a fancy shmancy beach resort in Costa Rica. Their suite had a gigantic soft bed with a fluffy down comforter and more pillows than anyone could possibly use. She couldn’t wait to crawl into it. Erin sank onto a chair and sighed with relief as she removed her black heels, rubbing her sore feet. They’d spent the past several hours dancing with their friends in the moonlight and her feet were killing her. She looked up to see Holtzmann kicking off her own white heels and beginning to remove pins from her hair. She looked stunning in her white tuxedo jacket and Erin wondered if there was anything underneath it. There was only one way to find out.
“Can you help me with the zipper?” She asked, turning and tucking her hair over her bare shoulders. Jillian immediately dropped her handful of pins onto the dresser and slid down the zipper of Erin’s black dress, placing a kiss on her shoulder.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” she murmured as her hands snaked around her wife’s waist. Erin turned in her arms and began unbuttoning Holtz’s jacket.
“I’m so glad we did this,” Erin replied, pressing a kiss to her wife’s lips. They’d decided on a small, destination wedding with just Abby, Benny, Patty and her date, Sean. They would invite more family and friends to celebrate with a reception when they returned to New York. Erin was grateful that they could spend the night, as well as the next few days, together, without pressure to entertain. Their friends had the option of being lazy on the beach or getting a little adventurous with white-water rafting or ziplining through the canopy of the cloud forest. Erin intended to stay on the resort property as long as Holtzmann would allow her. She knew she’d have to cave to adventure eventually. It was part of the reason why Jillian had suggested Costa Rica.
“Mmm, me too. Let’s get you into something a little more...comfortable,” Jillian replied, slowly sliding Erin’s dress down until it landed on the floor. Erin stepped out of it as she slipped her wife’s jacket from her shoulders (black bra, how she’d kept it from showing was a true feat of engineering) and reached to undo her pants. She discovered something black and very lacy underneath, very unlike Holtzmann, who typically wore men’s boxers or boy shorts.
“Um, wow,” Erin breathed, leaning in to kiss her wife’s neck.
“Thought I’d, y’know, try something different. Special occasion,” Holtz replied, tilting her neck into Erin’s kiss and running her hands down her sides, stopping them to rest them on her hips. Erin kissed her way to Jillian’s collarbone where she nipped lightly. She couldn’t resist grabbing her ass as she moved to kiss her lips, tongue quickly sliding into her mouth. She felt Holtz smile around the kiss.
“So I take it you like them?” she murmured softly.
“I love them. I can’t wait to take them off of you.”
“I’m not stopping you,” she purred in response, breathing into Erin’s ear before plunging her tongue in. Erin made a strangled noise.
“I have...an idea,” Erin said when she caught her breath. Jillian’s hands were traveling down her torso, gently pressing over her breasts and down her stomach. Her fingers toyed with the waistband of Erin’s panties.
“What kind of idea?”
“I want to try something,” she said, pushing Jillian back onto the bed. “Scoot up,” she commanded, and her wife complied.
“You’ve got my attention,” Holtz said, and Erin climbed on top of her.
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Afterward, they lay pressed together amid the pile of pillows and silky sheets, breathing hard, utterly exhausted.
“That,” Jillian breathed, “may have been the best idea you’ve ever had. Screw engineering. Screw busting ghosts. Hell, screw white-water rafting or ziplining through the jungle. Let’s spend the next four days in this bed, doing that again.” Erin chuckled.
“Do you liked it, huh?”
“Liked is not a strong enough word. Why have we never done that before?”
Erin shrugged. “I don’t know. But it just...popped in my head the other day, and I thought we should probably give it a whirl.”
“Two thumbs way, way up. So good luck getting me out of this bed ever again,” Holtz said, a rather large yawn punctuating her words. Erin smiled, leaning in to kiss her lips gently.
“I’m okay with staying in bed. I’m beat. It’s been such a long day.” Erin had struggled to sleep the previous night and had been up for over 24 hours at this point. She'd been running on pure adrenaline for a while now. After a day full of preparation, pictures, the actual ceremony, tons of dancing and some great sex, she was exhausted, but extremely satisfied.
“It has been a long day. The best day, though.”
“The very best.”
Holtz reached over and turned off the light, then kissed her wife, snuggling into her side.
“Good night, Dr. Gilzmann,” she said, nuzzling into Erin’s neck. “I love you.”
“Good night, Jill. I love you, too.” Erin closed her eyes and nodded off, realizing it would be damn near impossible for her dreams to top the incredible day she had just finished.