"So, how many demons in total do you think you've sent back to hell?" Mary asked. She and Constantine were seated on the bed, naked as the day they were born, playing cards.

Constantine shrugged, throwing down another card. "I don't know," he replied honestly. "Too many to count."

Mary nodded understandingly, also throwing in a card. Slapping down the large pile between them, she smiled triumphantly. "Ha," she gloated. "I win again."

Constantine narrowed his eyes. "You know that's only because I'm letting you win, right?"

Mary shrugged, still smiling brightly. "It doesn't matter as long as I'm winning," she said, causing Constantine to chuckle. "Your turn," she continued. He adjusted his position to lying across from Mary.

He tossed down a card. "Ok…did you know that from this angle I can see your…"

"John!" Mary cried, blushing. She closed her legs tightly. Constantine laughed. Mary sputtered, thinking of something to say, then, realizing it was pointless, settled for jumping on top of her husband.

"You're horrible," she scolded gently. Her nose was pressed against his, and their legs were entangled.

"That's why you love me," reminded Constantine. With one quick movement, he had rolled over, placing himself on top of Mary instead. She stared at him lovingly, running her hand through his hair.

"Yeah," she agreed, "you're right." She raised her head to kiss him. Constantine kissed her back, once again wondering how the hell something like this had ever happened to him, but then Mary's hand wandered down to touch him there, and all reasonable thought promptly left his brain.

He pulled away, only to begin kissing her neck, sucking on the flesh gently. He loved her moans, her sighs; the way she touched him. He loved everything about this woman.

"John," she moaned once he moved his attention to her breasts, pulling one into his mouth and sucking while kneading the other. "Oh…" she breathed, when he switched positions.

Constantine began kissing a trail from Mary's breast to her stomach, making her shiver. He laid his head against her abdomen, wrapping his arms around her bottom, nuzzling the soft skin gently.

"I really do love you," he whispered. Mary's heart went out to him.

"I love you, too, John," she whispered back, threading her fingers through his hair. "More than I can say."

Constantine turned his head to look at her, grinning wickedly. He resumed peppering kisses on her skin, down until he reached her thighs. Mary's eyes widened; she knew what he wanted to do.

"J-John?" she said uncertainly. "Um…?"

"You don't want me to?" he asked, concern entering his eyes.

Mary bit her lip. "I-I don't know. No one has ever…you know."

Constantine smiled gently. "Don't worry, you'll like it," he assured, "and if you don't, I'll stop."

Mary blushed, thinking about his mouth on her. She had always secretly wanted someone to perform this act for her, but now that it was about to happen, she couldn't help but feel nervous and self conscious.

"Ok," she consented, watching Constantine lower his mouth on to her. As soon as his tongue flicked against her heated flesh, Mary threw her head back, hissing.

"Oh my God," she cried, her fingers grasping the sheets tightly. "John!"

Constantine chuckled softly as he licked her. Without moving his mouth, he glanced up, wanting to see her writhing. Mary was panting, her hands clenched into fists, and the valley between her breasts was starting to sweat.

She was a goddess.

Feeling himself grow harder, Constantine made a rash decision. Still sucking on the little bundle of nerves hidden there, he took two fingers and pushed them into her body slowly, making Mary groan. Determined to make her climax, he began pumping his fingers faster, flicking his tongue wildly against the little nub. When he added the third finger, it was her undoing.

Mary let out a harsh cry when it hit her, the pleasure coming in intense waves. She barely noticed when Constantine crawled back up to hold her, kissing her forehead tenderly.

"That," she said, looking up at him helplessly, "was incredible."

Constantine smirked, absently fondling her breast. "Told you," he said smugly. Mary didn't say anything, just raised her head to kiss him, tasting herself on his lips.

"I want you inside of me," she whimpered. Constantine's eyes darkened like they always did when this part happened. He settled above her as Mary spread her legs as far as they could go. Without a word, he slid into her hard, causing a groan to erupt from both of them. Mary's head rolled on the pillow, her arms around Constantine's waist as if he were her lifeline.

He started to move, slowly at first, so she would become accustomed to his invasion of her body. Then his slow, gentle thrusts turned hard and fast. Mary was slicker than usual, due to her orgasm beforehand, and Constantine found that it made it even harder for him to keep his control.

He lost all reasonable thought, only thinking of finding release. His breathing was harsh and uneven as he pounded relentlessly into Mary, who was close to satisfaction already. Her nails scratched Constantine's back, leaving long red welts.

"John," she cried, clenching her teeth as she felt the familiar build up. She let out an unrestrained yell as it came again, this time stronger and harder than the first.

Constantine gasped when he felt Mary's inner muscled contract. He thrusted wildly until he came spilling his seed deep into his wife's body. He practically collapsed against her, his head resting against her breasts. The only sound in the room was their harsh breathing.

"God damn," he said finally. He pulled out, rolling over on the bed to hold Mary against him.

"Yes," she agreed, resting her cheek against his chest.

"I love you," Constantine said, pulling Mary closer to him and kissing her forehead.

"I love you more," Mary whispered, her eyes drifting closed. Constantine chuckled, but refrained from comment. He felt so lucky, lying there with his wife in his arms.

This was never supposed to happen to me, he told himself again, I was never supposed to be this happy.

But he was, and Mary was all that mattered. She was his life now, his sole reason for living. He had a new purpose in life, so to speak. Sure, he would still perform exorcisms and, well, save the world from unspeakable demons, like always, but now he would also be sure to keep this woman happy, and to always let her know that he loved her more than anything. If he could hold on to this, he would die a happy man.

What an unexpected occurrence, John Constantine married and in love, Constantine thought happily as he joined Mary in the deep abyss of sleep.

Later, there would be more battles and more demons. Fights, arguments, misunderstandings, et cetera, but all that mattered to these two individuals was that they had each other and that they loved each other. They would worry about the rest later.

Now was all that mattered.

The End

Author's Note: Well, that's it; An Unexpected Occurrence is now complete. It was a pleasure to write, and I hope that anyone who read this enjoyed it as well.

As I've mentioned before I posted a oneshot piece called "A Night in the Life…" on featuring Constantine and Mary, well…you know…If anyone wants it, you can get the link on my profile.

I've kind of already started writing a sequel to this story, but am a bit unsure of where it's going. If anyone has ANY idea of what he/she wants to see, please, PLEASE let me know. My inspiration for any real plot has been wearing thin, so all ideas are appreciated.

Again, I sincerely hoped you enjoyed my story…

Until next time!

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