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A/N: Picks up where DaniWilder's story stopped at the wedding reception.

Rodney and Jennifer found their way to the bridal suite of Hever castle with the same man who escorted them to the ballroom. Passing through the dimly lit hallways to the master suite, Jennifer looked at the tapestries and architecture and commented to Rodney, who was busy staring at his wife and not listening.

"This is a dream come true," Jennifer gasped looking around the room like a small child at Disney World for the first time. The room was complete with 4-poster canopy bed, right out of her fantasy.

"It definitely is," Rodney said, his voice sounding strained.

Jennifer turned to look at her husband, who was loosening his bow tie, and grinned. "Think of all the history in this place."

"Henry VIII, huh? Not exactly the role model for those of us who believe marriage is forever," Rodney said removing something from his pocket and setting it on the bedside table.

"Okay, Rodney, give me the knife," Jennifer said with one hand on her hip and one hand outstretched.

"Knife? What knife?" Rodney turned so his body hid the table and the cloth sitting on it.

"You're not cutting my dress," she said walking toward him. Her expression must have been serious because he swallowed and lost some color in his face.

"It's from your dad," Rodney said defensively. "Richards gave it to me because your dad…"

"It's a joke. We were talking about how I'd get out of the dress and Laura said she'd give you her knife, so dad must have gotten one for you from Richards," Jennifer said standing directly in front of the nervous physicist.

"Cadman wanted you to have a knife on our wedding night?" Rodney asked.

"Look, you'll just have to untie the dress. It'll take time, but we aren't going anywhere," she said suddenly smiling a devious grin.

Rodney smiled back and reached out to place his hands on her narrow waist. "No we are not," he said emphasizing each word.

Jennifer placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned up to kiss him. Their lips joined and parted almost instantly as their tongues stroked and explored each other as if for the first time. The McKays had kissed and made love over the last three months, but this felt different to both of them. This kiss was the beginning of their wedding night and therefore, their life together as a married couple.

The ring on her hand felt like it had the power to make each touch, each kiss, each look from her husband even sweeter or more loving than before. The silky feeling of her wedding dress must have increased her sensitivity to his touch as his hands felt more loving and adoring as they rubbed up and down her back and over her buttocks, drawing her closer. The feel of his tuxedo beneath her hands seemed to make Rodney's body firmer and stronger than she remembered.

The wedding definitely changed how she felt about their lovemaking. The previous times, she never felt comfortable enough taking the initiative. Rodney seemed to be terrified of losing control and often stopped her from touching him too long or trying anything new. Any heavy petting or the act of intercourse itself was led and controlled by Rodney.

Tonight, however, Jennifer wanted to show her husband in every way how much she loved and wanted him. She had several things she was going to try and hoped Rodney was prepared to hand over the reins.

Rodney had the same idea. Because Jennifer had been a virgin, he was careful not to do anything too different and was terrified he'd let his control slip. Their lovemaking had fallen into a routine already, which troubled the genius. Time to do something about that tonight.

Jennifer rubbed her body against his and her hands found their way under his jacket as his hands slid over her butt to begin to pull up her dress. There was no way he was going to untie those damned knots without investing a lot of energy into it and right now, all his energy was focused on bringing his wife more pleasure than she could imagine.

Breaking their kiss after what felt like an eternity, he drew a shaky breath and pulled back to look down at her. Passion and desire were written on her beautiful face, which glowed in the dim lights from the wall sconces.

"Rodney," Jennifer said in a breathy voice.

The sound caused him to harden more and his hands gripped her hips and pulled her as tight as the big dress and his pants would allow. "Jennifer," Rodney moaned and leaned down to kiss her neck briefly.

"Mmmm… Feels so good," Jennifer said as she slid her hands into his hair to hold his lips close to her sensitive skin.

"Not as good as it's going to feel," Rodney breathed into her ear.

"Pretty sure of yourself, huh?" she said drawing back enough so her tawny eyes could look into his pale blue ones.

"I think you're going to enjoy what I have planned," he said. "I've always been told I can't keep my mouth shut, so I'm going to put that to good use."

Jennifer looked confused and uncertain of what he meant, which was fine with him. Rodney's eyebrows raised and he moved his mouth to her lips and proceeded to kiss her with more passion than before.

Pushing her back until Jennifer's legs were pressed against the side of the bed, Rodney then slid his hands over her butt to her thighs. Wrapping a hand around each thigh, he lifted her feet off the floor and set her back on the bed without breaking the kiss.

Impressed with his agility and strength, he almost laughed, but soon found himself crying out and using his hands to keep from falling on top of her. One of her hands slid down his stomach to grip his throbbing erection through the tuxedo pants. "J-jennifer? Wha-what are you doing?" Rodney moaned as she increased the pressure of her rubbing.

Since the first time they made love and Rodney asked Jennifer not to experiment, the physician did nothing more than initiate kissing and cuddling. It was fine for Rodney who enjoyed showering affection on her. For her to suddenly grab him like this meant their lovemaking was going to move into a new direction. "P-p-please," he groaned as her expert hands stroked harder and faster over the outside of his pants. "I don't wanna lose control."

"Rodney, you always hold yourself back. I know it's because you still think of me as a novice to sex, but we've done this a lot. I want to see what happens when you do lose control," she said as her eyes bore into his.

"Not tonight," he growled reluctantly pushing her hand away.

"Hey, this is my wedding night too, you know," she said with some annoyance in her voice.

"Jennifer, we have two weeks to do nothing except travel from castle to castle each day, eat and make love," Rodney said. "Not sure I'll ever go back to Atlantis after this."

Jennifer laughed. "I want to…"

Rodney cut her off with a kiss. "Please let me make love to you tonight and then you can do whatever you want with me in the morning. Okay?"

"Promise?" she said as she pulled him on top of her and kissed him.

Rodney pressed his body into Jennifer's and groaned at the thrust of her hips against his straining member. Growling in annoyance at his horny body, he pushed himself up enough to rain kisses down on her chest to the neckline on her dress.

"Rodney," she breathed as she clutched his head and ran fingers through his short hair.

Pulling back, Rodney noticed her eyes were closed and decided now was the time to start his experiment. Kissing her once more on the lips and kissing along her jaw to her ear, he whispered, "I love you and I'd like to try something new, if you trust me?"

Jennifer looked up into slightly concerned eyes. "Rodney, you don't have to ask permission to touch me. I'm your wife. When I agreed to marry you, I agreed to share everything including my body with you."

"I've never done this before, so I'm not sure how good it will be," he said looking sheepish.

"Rodney, what are you talking about?" she asked rising up onto her elbows.

"I'd rather show you," he said smiling. Please do this right. You couldn't get any pointers from anyone, so you'll just have to wing it.

"Rodney?" Jennifer pierced him with a look that said you better tell me what's going on or else.

"Relax," he said, wishing he could follow his own instructions. Moving away from his beautiful wife for a couple seconds, he pulled off his tuxedo jacket, kicked off his shoes and took off his pants, leaving him in a white t-shirt and white silk boxers that said GROOM across the front.

Laughter coming from his bride told him she saw his choice of underwear for the wedding. "Don't laugh. Just because I don't need to wear anything blue, doesn't mean I can't have fun with it."

"Blue?"

"Yes, Madison told me you have blue underwear and didn't want me to find that weird." Rodney tried to look serious as he told her what his niece said, but laughter filled his eyes.

"I don't know how your sister is raising her daughter, but Madison says things she shouldn't understand at her age," Jennifer said laughing along with Rodney.

"Well, can't disappoint my niece so I need to find out the color of your underwear," he said as he began to push up her dress.

"Oh, this is so romantic. Let me see the color of your underwear," Jennifer said with mock annoyance. "Pull up your skirt honey."

Rodney smiled and laughed a little to hide his nervousness. This was an excuse in order to accomplish his other task. Once her dress was pushed up far enough so he could see the top of her thigh-high nylons on each leg, he let his hands settle onto either side of her thighs.

"Yup, they're blue, a very pretty shade of blue… and lacy. Wow, you pulled out all the stops," he said staring at the thin layer of satin covering a place he desperately wanted to see. Lifting one hand, he tentatively stroked a finger along the edge of her panties at the top of her leg.

A tremor ran through Jennifer's body. She lifted herself to see over the poufy skirt part of her dress. "What are you doing?"

"Just relax. I've got everything under control," he said in a soothing voice in spite of his heart racing at five hundred miles per hour.

With the utmost care, as when he installed one of the prized ZedPMs from Todd, he took the top of the nylon on her left leg and began to slowly slide it down. He followed it down with open-mouthed kisses and licks of his tongue.

Jennifer wanted to scream at the sensations flowing from each stroke of his slightly calloused hands and flick of his tongue along her leg. The young woman writhed on the bed and clutched at her dress when he hit a particularly sensitive spot behind her knee with a longer kiss before moving on.

Once he stroked and kissed his way down her left leg, he moved to the top of her other nylon and started to move it down her right leg. Jennifer lifted her head off the bed and raised a questioning eyebrow when he did nothing but pull the fabric down her leg.

"Don't want to be too predictable," he said with a smirk. The dim lights in the room hid some of his face, but not the blue of his eyes or the shape of his lips.

"You just wait…" she started only to have her breath catch in her throat as Rodney's fingers hooked the waistband of her powder blue panties and drew them down her legs.

"You were saying," he said as he leaned over her and kissed her senseless.

Jennifer whole-heartedly agreed with her husband's comment about putting his mouth to good use. Oh, can this man kiss. For the thousandth time, she could not believe how fortunate she was that she finally listened to Carson and joined the Atlantis expedition.

Rodney withdrew his mouth from her lips and kissed down her jaw to her neck and beyond. Once he reached the bodice of her dress, he pulled away.

"Okay. Okay," Jennifer gasped as she tugged at his shoulders. "You can cut the dress." The desire for her husband to touch and kiss her breasts was intense.

The man she wanted only chuckled as his hands slid over the offending material, causing it to rub against hardened nipples that had no way to free themselves.

"Rodney, I mean it, get this off," she said as she rolled herself onto her side.

"Not yet and since when are you the impatient one," he laughed as he gently, but firmly pressed her back onto the bed.

"Rodney, how are you going to get the dress…" she started only to be silenced by a finger to her lips.

"I'll work around it," he said smiling his sly grin; the one she always wanted to slap off his face.

Her husband slid down, away from her hands. "What are you… Ahhhhhh!" Jennifer moaned loudly.

She felt hot breath and then his tongue on the most sensitive part of her body. The contact caused feelings unlike any she ever experienced from their routine lovemaking to wash over her. The physicist had positioned his head between her legs and placed his left arm over her hips so his hand could hold her in place, leaving his right hand free to touch her. The intimacy of Rodney licking and kissing her core only heightened the intensity of the sensations radiating from his mouth and tongue.

Jennifer couldn't stop moaning as Rodney increased the pressure and frequency of the strokes of his tongue. When he closed his lips around the ultra-sensitive flesh and sucked slightly, her head flew back, hands gripped the silk sheets and she arched her back as the results of his incredibly talented mouth making love to her were felt throughout her body.

Her husband must have sensed she was extremely close because he relented, which caused her to growl, "Rodney!"

Chuckling could be heard and felt as he closed his mouth around her once again only this time, he slid a finger through the slickened folks and stroked her. The twin assault pushed her over the edge and a scream, which echoed through the room, came out of her throat. Wave after wave of orgasmic bliss tore through her body as she writhed and strained against the strength of her husband.

When the orgasm finally ended and she only felt gentle kisses on her inner thigh, her mind seemed to restart. Her body felt like it was too tight, like it needed another release. Why are my breasts… "The knife!"

"What!" Rodney nearly shouted. "Did I hurt you? Why do you need the knife?"

Rodney thought by Jennifer's reactions: the movements of her body, the tightening of her legs nearly decapitating him, and the scream, which was louder than any he remembered, that she enjoyed what he was doing immensely. He could not imagine why her first thoughts when she came back down from the high he gave her were about that knife.

His bride was rolling across the king-sized bed to reach for the napkin on the bedside table. Moving quickly, he got his arm around her waist and pulled her back. "Jennifer, are you all right?"

"I need this dress off now!" she hissed through clenched teeth. "I have to feel you naked against me or I'll…"

The grin on Rodney's face was as big as the first time she said she loved him. "I think I can take care of this without destroying it. I've got pretty nimble fingers you know."

"Oh yes, I know," Jennifer said as her breathing slowed to a normal pace.

"I take great pride in demonstrating the skill for you whenever I can," he said and leaned down to capture her lips in a long, slow kiss while he slid his hands around her back to pull at the knots holding the corset together.

Once the bodice of her dress was loose, Jennifer pulled out of the kiss and his embrace. "Hey! Come back here."

The beautiful woman jumped off the bed, shoved her dress down and stepped out of it. She reached up to pull out whatever was holding her hair up and then shook her hair causing Rodney's already raging erection to get even harder. The sight of her silky hair flying about and the swaying of her breasts that went along with the movement of her head were nearly enough to force him to grab her and thrust into her immediately.

Jennifer obviously had some plan of her own because she stepped over to the edge of the bed and said, "These have got to come off." The physician grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and tugged it up.

"Shouldn't you be… oh, I don't know, passed out from that amazing orgasm I gave you?" Rodney asked as he pulled the t-shirt off his arms. "I'm afraid your bodyguard is going to come in and use the knife for some evil purpose."

"Why?" Jennifer paused as she placed her hands on Rodney's shoulders.

"Because I think they heard you in London," he said and placed his hands on her waist and gently tugged her to him, unable to stay away from her naked body for much longer.

"Is that so?" Jennifer said as she cocked an eyebrow.

Rodney had never seen the look that graced her perfect features before. She looked like she was thinking of a way to hurt him. Maybe not hurt me but extract some type of… revenge.

Jennifer shoved her husband, none to gently, back onto the bed and climbed on top of him. The feel of her hard nipples rubbing his chest and her naked body pressing him into the soft bed caused him to moan in pleasure. His hands moved up to cup her gently swaying breasts as she leaned forward to kiss him.

Her legs were straddling his hips and her butt was rubbing against his swollen member, sending tremors up his entire body. "Jennifer, let me…" Rodney attempted to say after she pulled her mouth away from his and kissed down his jaw to his ear.

The physician captured his earlobe in her mouth and traced the edge with her tongue. The physicist was extremely ticklish when she did that, so he began to squirm under her. Jennifer ground her hips against him and they both groaned. Her mouth slid down his neck and the tickling got even worse. "Jennifer, stop."

The combination of her rubbing over his silky boxers and the nuzzling of his neck set off some interesting sensations in Rodney's body. He slid his hands from her breasts to her shoulders to attempt to push her off of him. It worked because Jennifer slid off him quickly.

"I didn't mean for you to leave, just stop tickling me," Rodney whined as he reached for her arms to pull her back to him.

"Need to get rid of these anyways," she said with a radiant smile and that look in her eyes again.

What is she up to? Before Rodney could put the thoughts into words, she knelt next to his thighs on the bed and grabbed the waistband of his boxers.

"Careful," he hissed as she began to pull them down. Jennifer had removed his clothing before, but he felt harder than ever and was afraid of being caught by the elastic.

"I've got it," she said gently as she removed the boxers without causing his arousal any pain.

Rodney slumped back for a moment in relief and then sat nearly bolt upright on the bed. Jennifer's soft hands took hold of his swollen flesh and she then kissed it. A groan ripped though the physicist as he fell back onto the bed. "Je-jennifer…"

As her tongue and mouth slid over his shaft, all thoughts left his brain and he really did lose all blood flowing to the rest of his body. The desire to bury himself deeply into his wife was barely held in check.

The softness of her mouth, the heat, the sucking and licking of his most sensitive body parts as he had just done to her moments ago, was more than he could take. A loud and long moan erupted from his chest as her tongue circled the tip and then proceeded to stroke along the underside. His hands clutched the blanket until they ached.

When Jennifer slid the hand holding him down to stroke his testicles and began to move her mouth up and down, he finally lost it. Finding strength he never could have imagined, he reached down and pulled Jennifer off of him.

When her mouth let him go with a pop sound, he growled as he pushed her onto the mattress. He moved his body over hers and plunged into her awaiting body before she could do much more than offer an annoying humph at being removed from her activities.

"Rodney," she gasped before his mouth devoured hers.

The urgency of his kiss and the quick pace he initially set to their lovemaking was unlike anytime they made love before. Rodney needed to show Jennifer how much what she did affected him and to take her to the same place he was seconds away from if he let her finish.

One of his thrusts obviously hit the right spot causing Jennifer to groan into his mouth. Slowing down, pushing himself as far as he could within her and withdrawing slowly resulted in another breathless cry. His desire was being fed by each whimper and cry that came from the beautiful woman who swore earlier today to love, honor and cherish him.

As the rhythm increased again, Rodney had flashes of the release his body craved. The feel of his wife moving in perfect unison with him pushed all thoughts from his brain and replaced them with sensations: soft hands stroking his back and gripping his buttocks, silky legs rubbing his thighs, lips kissing his neck, the sound of his name being called as he pushed her toward her release and finally the wet, warm feel of her welcoming body gripping him tightly. Her contractions as she cried out Rodney caused his own release, which came with more force than he remembered before and left him screaming out her name as stars appeared behind his eyes. The feeling of falling into a warm and welcoming place overwhelmed him and all the loneliness and darkness he faced in forty years was erased by the fact that he and Jennifer would be together for the rest of their lives.

Collapsing on top of her, Rodney could do nothing more than groan something that sounded like sorry. The physician only laughed and wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, keeping her legs wrapped behind his thighs.

"It's okay," she said in a sleepy voice. Their lovemaking exhausted her, but left her hoping for a repeat performance in a few hours. She was annoyed that Rodney stopped her from giving him pleasure that he obviously never experienced before.

Lying with her husband's weight pushing her into the soft mattress, Jennifer remembered something Rodney was supposed to explain. Since he was half asleep, she knew the answer she would get should be closer to the truth than if he had time to come up with something else. "I love my Rodney blanket or is it an Arthur blanket? Is there another name I don't know about, Meredith?"

The name made Rodney push himself up and stare into her face. His blue eyes penetrated the sleep that had threatened to overtake her. Jennifer felt like she joked about something that was too serious to ever take lightly. "What is it?"

"Arthur was a name I called Sheppard when…" he paused and closed his eyes. "It's one of the last memories I had during the Second Childhood. The night I ran out of the infirmary and had drinks with John on the pier. He said I wasn't too far gone, yet, so I called him Arthur to prove I didn't know who he was."

Jennifer felt her heart plunge as tears welled up. To bring up that much pain on their wedding night was not something she wanted to do. "I'm sorry. When John mentioned it in the toast, I thought…"

"Please don't cry, it's our wedding night. John refused to say goodbye that night. Just like you, he refused to let me go," Rodney said as he stared into her eyes, which were leaking tears.

"I knew you guys were good friends, but this is a real sign of it. You took a painful moment and now it's a bond between you," Jennifer said smiling through her tears.

"Just like you and Jeannie bonded over me when I was dying," Rodney said as he brushed his lips lightly against her cheeks to lick the tears off her face. "The two most important women in my life fighting over me."

"I'd do it again and again," she said fiercely. Her love and devotion to her husband gave her a strength she seldom showed. "I love you and will never let you go.

"I know," Rodney said smirking.

Rodney kissed her more firmly and shifted a bit. He was still on top of her and they were intimately joined so any movement caused rubbing in some strategic locations.

"Already?" Jennifer chuckled when he moved his lips from hers to kiss a path to her ear.

"I'll never be satisfied when making love to you," Rodney growled as he caught her earlobe in his mouth and moved his hips, causing his erection to form again.

"Is that a challenge, Doctor McKay?" Jennifer asked as she lightly nipped his shoulder with her teeth.

"Hey," he whined, but it quickly turned into a laugh. "You think you can satisfy me to the point of me not thinking about making love to you for… oh… let's say an hour?"

"Absolutely," Jennifer laughed as she moved her hips up and then swiveled them. "I think I know what really turns you on."

Rodney barely suppressed a groan as he closed his eyes and clenched his hands on either side of her head where they rested. "I love you Mrs. McKay and this is one bet, I might not mind losing."

"Get used to it Mr. McKay," she said a little breathlessly as he thrust back into her. "We're a team and we each take turns winning and losing."

"Allow me to be the first to lose then," he said with a twinkle in his eye before he put all his concentration into making love to his wife again.

The sounds that came from the bridal suite that night would probably have made Sheppard blush, but the newlyweds were well protected from prying ears on their wedding night. The most infamous Marine of the Stargate program stood guard at the bottom of the staircase leading to their room. Any who passed by might wonder about the dress uniform and sword, but none would stop to question him. Sergeant Major Dwayne Richards was ensuring that little Madison Miller stood a good chance of getting her cousins sooner rather than later.