A/N: Sorry this took so long guys! As usual college and work seems to steal all my time away. This is the last chapter so I hope you guys enjoy it. HAPPY SMUT WEEKEND!~

Thanks again to Yankeecountess for beta-ing this. You rock girl!

The ship was in a roar of good spirits. Everyone was laughing, eating, drinking, singing, and dancing, but no one was happier than the groom and the bride.

The two couldn't stop looking at each other, smiling widely and holding hands on the table, Tom occasionally lifting her hand up and kissing it as she talked to Kieran and Gwen.

"Oh it was simply wonderful! An elephant may be slower than a horse, but the ride was much more enjoyable!"

Kieran and Gwen grinned at each other before looking back at her. Kieran then teased, "Should we be expectin' milady to travel everywhere by elephant now?"

Sybil rolled her eyes in good humor, and then joked, "Well if I do, I know where he'll sleep."

That caused a round of laughter between the group. Gwen shaking her head asked, "What did it feel like?"

"Rough and wrinkled and a bit bumpy," Sybil described, remembering it fondly.

Watching her smiling face Tom couldn't resist kissing her hand again, causing a light blush to cross her cheeks.

Gwen and Kieran rolled their eyes but smiling fondly at their Captain's antics.

Sucking down the last of her rum, Gwen stood up and pulled on Kieran's arm. "Come on, let's have a dance, eh?"

Kieran smirked. "Maybe if you beg me…"

Gwen glared at him and smacked him the back of his head. "Only in your dreams, bastard."

"Oi!" Kieran shouted. "I was only joking!"

The two walked off arguing as usual, much to the whole crew's amusement.

Sybil watched them all, everyone laughing and drinking. The ship was always like this, but tonight it seemed even more joyous. It made her smile, as if she was truly accepted into her new home now.

"What are you thinking about, love?" Tom asked, smiling lovingly.

A surge of happiness shot through her stomach and quickly spread throughout her body. Moving closer, she shook her head. "I was thinking about how perfect today has been."

"Almost perfect, love. I still haven't a chance to dance with my beautiful wife yet." He squeezed her hand as he stood up, pulling her to her feet. "Come on."

She nodded her head eagerly, giggling as they made their way to the open floor, the crew cheering and whistling as they started to dance.

They had danced many times since she left her father's ship with him, and it was always wonderful, but today she felt like she was dancing on a cloud.

Tom smiled softly at her; she looked so lovely in her wedding gown. Seeing her smile and look at him with such love, and knowing that he could touch her, that she was really truly his and he was hers… he couldn't quite believe it was real. He had been pinching himself all day.

"God, I love you," Tom whispered, his eyes shining with love.

"And I you," Sybil whispered back, her face moving closer, their lips only a breath away, when Sybil felt a hand pull at her arm.

"Captain you shouldn't hog the missus," Kieran called out behind him, winking at Tom. Before she knew it, Sybil was laughing as Kieran spun her around.

Tom glared at Kieran, his arms immediately crossing against his chest in annoyance.

Sybil bit her lip before bursting into giggles. Both she and Kieran laughed as they danced around her husband, who was now dancing with Gwen. Gwen laughed at the Captain's frown as another crew member stole his wife for a dance.

"You know Captain; you might not get another dance with the missus tonight. After all, there are only two women on board," she teased.

Sybil laughed as she danced with Alfred, the boy being so much taller than her was making his footwork rather amusing. At least he hadn't step on her feet yet.

Alfred moved their arms up to spin her, when she felt another hand slide up and intertwine with hers, spinning her away from Alfred into her husband's arms.

Sybil shrieked with laughter. "Tom!"

"What?" he said with a smirk. "Did you want to continue dancing with Alfred? I suppose I could spin you back over-"

"Don't you dare!" Sybil said as she laughed.

The two danced together for another half hour, each time moving back together whenever someone cut in. Brushing his lips against her ear, he whispered, "Would you like to head to bed, Mrs. Branson?"

Sybil blushed, before nodding her head and whispering, "I thought you would never ask."

Tom threw his head back and groaned.

Sybil yelped as suddenly Tom reached down and swept her off her feet and into his arms, the crew cheering and whistling as he carried her away, their faces sharing a deep blush and matching smile.

Tom closed his eyes, the back on his head resting against the outside of the bedroom door; their bedroom door.

As soon as he stepped over the threshold, Sybil asked him to wait outside while she got ready, a twinkle in her eyes that made Tom's heart race just thinking about it.

"Come in…"

His body jumped and his eyes snapped open at her words. Turning around, and he reached for the door knob…

Tom moaned at the sight of her. There she was, his darling Sybil, sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing only her slip. He felt himself harden and she bit her lip.

He crossed the room and reached out to cup her face, kissing her long and sweetly. As their lips parted, he brushed his nose against hers.

She moved her hand onto his chest and shakily began to undo the buttons on his shirt.

Tom placed his hand over hers. "Love, we don't to have to do anything you're not ready for. In fact, I would be happy just to be able to sleep beside you."

Sybil was touched by his words and smiled up at him, but that didn't stop her from blushing as she whispered, "Maybe you are, but the truth is I- I honestly don't feel nervous. If anything…I'm feeling impatient to see all of you!"

He moaned loudly, before pressing his lips against hers, hard. He kissed her passionately, his tongue probing against her lips, asking for entrance which she happily gave.

As the kiss deepened, their hands wandered around each other's bodies, trying to touch as much skin as possible.

Tom's hands moved to her waist, pulling her snugly against his own and dipping her back slightly as Sybil attempted to undo his buttons.

She moaned in lust and frustration as his talented tongue continued to seek out her own while she failed to remove his shirt. Finally, unable to stand it any longer, she pulled her lips away from his and tugged his shirt so hard that all the buttons went flying and falling in her haste.

Tom grinned widely at her eagerness. A teasing word ready on his lips, he immediately forgot it as her hands pulled his head roughly back to hers, her tongue immediately seeking entrance, causing him to moan. His hands rested on her lower back as he lifted her up, her legs immediately wrapping around his waist.

Their kiss continued, creating a deep longing inside them as they fall onto bed. His hands moved down to play with the end of her slip, gently stroking the skin of her thigh underneath.

Sybil whimpered at the feel of his touch, desperate to feel his hands all over her body. She whimpered again as he finally pulled her slip off, their lips separating for only a second before their naked chests touched at last.

"Christ!" Tom called out as he felt her breasts against his chest, going on to swear a few words in Irish. Leaning back and positioning himself on his elbows, he looked down at her smiling face and asked, "May I…?"

She blushed and giggled and nodded her head, before lolling back as he slowly squeezed her breast.

"Oh Tom," she moaned as his hands fondled and squeezed her breasts. She hadn't even realized her eyes were closed until she felt his thumb brush against her nipple, causing them to snap open as she gasped in pleasure.

Hearing her, Tom smirked. "You like that, love? How about this?" He lowered his head and moved his tongue over her breast, flicking it against her nipple.

Sybil gasped. "Yes!" she hissed as she arched her chest up toward his mouth, her hips swaying underneath him.

Tom blew air on her harden tip before complying with her wishes and pulling her nipple into his mouth. She cried out his name as her hands reached up and tugged on his hair, her hips starting to thrust against his growing arousal which still remained clothed.

He groaned as he felt his body brush against hers at her thrust. Soon his lips were on her other breast, sucking on her nipple more hungrily than before, his own hips thrusting back.

Sybil felt hot, flustered, and the ache between her legs felt as if it was pulsing. Needing relief, she reached over and tugged Tom's trousers down to his knees.

He hovered over her, and taking a deep breath, he asked, "Are you sure?"

Sybil smiled brightly and nodded, before reaching down and pushing away her knickers, the last barrier separating them.

Tom bit back a moan before kicking off his remaining clothing, and taking a deep breath to control himself, he reached up and caressed her cheek. "I love you Sybil, with all my heart."

Beaming, she blinked back tears of happiness and kissed the edge of his palm. "And I love you Tom Branson, so very, very much."

Both their hearts brimming with love and joy, Tom claimed her lips with a deep, loving kiss, before moving inside of her.

They both gasped at the sensation.

"Does it hurt?" he asked with tender concern.

"A little," she confessed. Sybil did feel some pain, but she was surprised that it was less painful than she thought it would be. Any pain however was quickly forgotten at the feel of Tom raining soft kisses against her the skin of her forehead, cheeks, neck, and shoulders.

"Keep going," she whispered as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and tugged his hair gently, pulling his lips back to hers.

He nodded and kissed her back, slipping his tongue inside as he started to thrust.

Sybil moaned against his mouth as he moved; every thrust and stroke creating a deeper longing than the one before. It felt like everywhere he touched her he was adding more kindling to the fire burning bright inside her.

Her right hand pulled at his head, gripping him tightly as she gasped for him to move to faster. Her left hand moved down to his back, her nails scorching his skin.

Tom's hands moved down and squeezed her bottom, pulling her arse closer as his thrust grew faster and harder. His lips moved sloppily away from her mouth to her shoulder, groaning her name.

One hand continued to squeeze and fondle her bottom while the other moved back up and caressed her breast.

"TOM!" she gasped, her pleasure hitting a new level of ecstasy. "OH GOD!" Her hips bucked upward, grinding heavily against him as she continued to moan his name.

Tom gritted his teeth, knowing that they were both on the edge. But he refused to let go before her. Moving his hand down from her chest, he slipped his middle finger inside of her.

"YES!" Sybil hissed. "Oh yesssss."

Tom grunted and moved harder, deeper, his thrusts rapidly growing out of control as his thumb rubbed her clit. "Tom, Tom, TOM, TOM!" She continued to scream out his name as her climax burst through her. Her entire body felt as if an electric circuit was soaring through her.

Tom swore as he continued to thrust into her, trying to make her orgasm last as long as possible. Her walls were practically humming as they squeezed him, milking him for every penny. "SYBIL! OH YES, SYBIL! CHRIST, SYBIL!" he shouted as finally let go and allowed himself to be consumed by his own climax, collapsing onto on her and gasping from the pleasure.

Unspoken and gasping heavily, they both moved their faces closer and shared a long, delirious, and satisfying kiss, which was quickly followed by more kisses, before pulling apart, the both of them smiling and laughing from blissful happiness.

Neither of them were ready to separate from each other, so instead they continued to pepper kisses on one another's faces as their hands continued to caress each other. The words 'I love you' were repeatedly whispered against the one another's skin.

The happy and newly married couple would make love several more times before morning came, both knowing more than ever that this was where they were always meant to be- in each other's arms.