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Author's Note: Um this chapter MAY be rated T. Don't worry, nothing explicit. It is their wedding night after all...

Epilogue

"Bert, this house is so lovely," Mary said, as the carriage stopped in front of their new townhouse.

"And to think, it's ours, Mary," he said, as he helped her out of the carriage. "Welcome home, Mary."

She grinned and stared up at the two story house. "I've never had a real home before. Oh, Bert…"

He kissed her cheek, and swept her off her feet, carrying her up the front porch steps, and across the threshold. He set her down in the middle of their sitting room. The house was fully furnished to match both of their tastes – prim and proper for Mary, with touches of creativity and art for Bert.

"It's so perfect for us, Bert," she said, admiring some of the art framed on the wall.

"Practically perfect," he said, correcting her.

"Why not completely perfect?" she asked.

He grinned and then kissed her passionately, not answering her question. They sat on their sofa, wrapped in each other. She removed her veil and her shoes. Bert moved over her, his chest hovering over from hers.

"I love you, Mary Poppins," he said, before kissing her again. He moved his hands up to her hair, pulling out bobby pin after bobby pin. She realized what he was doing, and helped along the process. Soon her long dark curls fell past her shoulders, and Bert gasped at his gorgeous bride, seeing her as he'd never seen her before.

"You…are…beautiful," Bert told her, breathless.

"You're quite handsome yourself, Bert," she giggled.

He picked her up again, and carried her up the stairs. An open doorway led to their bedroom. Bert sent Mary gently on their bed. The comforter was Mary's favorite color blue.

Mary was going to comment that the Elders knew them very well, but she didn't have time, or want to ruin the moment. Bert didn't waste any time pulling off his jacket and sitting next to her to kiss her again. He reached around her to unzip her dress. She slipped it off, and placed it over the chair next to their bed. Bert kissed her again, and laid her down. He unbuttoned his shirt, and removed it, letting it fall to the floor. He did the same with his trousers.

Mary laid beneath him, in nothing but a corset and her bloomers. She scolded herself for feeling modest when she wore her wedding dress. She felt much more self-conscious now. The love of her life was about to remove the last bit of clothing she wore. Her cheeks flushed a light shade of pink.

"Are you nervous, love?" he whispered as he kissed her. She nodded. "You know that I love you and there's nothin' that could 'appen tonight to make me love you any less. You're wonderful."

"I know, Bert. I love you so," she said.

He kissed her again, and then reached for the clasps on her corset. He opened her corset, and ran his hands over every inch of her skin. She closed her eyes to take in the heaven of his touch. He worked off his underwear and hers, and wrapped his arms around her. He placed kisses on parts of her body – her lips, neck, chest, stomach, thighs, and back up to her lips again. "You're stunning, my Mary," he whispered. "And I love you with all me 'eart."

THE END.