The Wedding Night

by Anne Marshall

Disclaimer: I own absolutely positively nothing! Because if I had, Ballykissangel would still be showing on TV and up to their 8th or 9th season with Peter and Assumpta together.

The wedding had been perfect. Everything had been perfect. He had watched her walk towards him, her face glowing. He was sure he had been grinning like an idiot. They had been pronounced man and wife and had kissed gently. Now they were at the wedding reception and the long agonising wait to be alone had begun. No, he thought. That wasn't quite true. The wait had begun when they had first agreed to wait, no matter how silly that sounded. He had been lucky enough when he was much younger to have this, this was different. This was Assumpta. This was the woman he laughed with, the woman he argued with, the woman he kissed, the woman he had left the clergy for, the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life loving. Somehow, he knew it was all going to be different.

"Penny for your thoughts," came her voice, as she stole up behind him.

He turned to her and kissed her, feeling the urgency pass between them.

"I'm wondering if it is bad manners to leave your own wedding reception," Peter told her.

She smirked. "I think Niamh might have something to say about that." She sighed and leant her head against his chest. "But I agree with you. I want to be alone. I mean, this party is wonderful but."

"We want to be alone," he finished.

She nodded and hugged him. "Mhm."

Peter had noticed a strange sort of change in himself since he began dating Assumpta. He had become a little more forthright, a little more daring. Assumpta thought it was rather sweet.but Peter had a feeling she wouldn't in a minute.

"Right, everyone!" he called out, tapping on a glass.

Her eyes panicked for a moment. "Peter.what are you doing?"

"Getting us some alone time," he whispered to her. "We really appreciate this party, but would you all mind moving it to Niamh and Ambrose's perhaps?"

Niamh grinned. She knew.

"Aha!" Padraig said, smiling smugly. "You want to start the honeymoon, right?"

Thankfully, Niamh butted in and began belting out orders for everyone to head over to her home. He smiled gratefully as she approached us.

"The cleaning crew will be over in the morning. Don't even think about doing it yourselves," she ordered.

Peter nodded. "Thankyou, Niamh."

She leant up and kissed his cheek and hugged Assumpta. "I'm so happy for both of you."


Roughly half an hour later, they were alone.

"Finally," she said, leaning against the door. "All gone."

He nodded and stood in the middle of the floor. She was so beautiful, so perfect. So...right next to him.

"Upstairs," she half commanded, half asked.

He nodded again and took her hand. They walked upstairs, slowly, yet quickly at the same time. They rounded the corner and entered her room. He had seen it before, plenty of times but now it was different. Now it was his room. Their room. The room that for the first time, they were going to make love.

"Assumpta, it's's been a long time," he reminded her.

She turned to face him, her eyes full of love and desire. She nodded. "I know. But Peter, it doesn't matter. All that matters is you and I. Us. How much we love each other." She smirked. "Besides.I have a feeling that this won't be the only time we make love."

"I certainly hope not," he agreed. Deciding that it was time, he bent down and kissed her gently. "I love you."

Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment and she smiled. "It's never going to stop making me feel wonderful when you say that." She moved up on her tiptoes and kissed him again.

Suddenly, the realisation that they were alone, that they were finally going to be got the better of them. He kissed her, and the kiss quickly became passionate. Her arms travelled up to encircle his neck and he let his arms wrap around her waist. He pulled her closer, wanting to feel.feel everything.

And feel he did. As the kiss grew deeper her arms moved down the bottom of his shirt. But they didn't stop there. They stole underneath his shirt, connecting with the skin beneath. He let out a gasp and her eyes flashed to his.

"Peter?" she murmured.

He watched her for a moment. Her eyes had darkened with desire and he had a feeling that his had too. "It's fine," he replied.

She watched him, waiting for a cue to continue. His hands finally moved also, and ran down the side of her body, stopping at the hem of her shirt. She smiled at him and his hands began to run back up again, and the shirt was gone. Deciding it was her turn, his shirt had soon joined hers in a pile.

"So beautiful," Peter murmured, letting his hands travel over the flushed skin.

Assumpta's eyes closed, feeling familiar feelings rise inside of her. His hands felt so good. "Bed," she managed to say, before his lips came crashing down on hers again.

They half shuffled, half dragged themselves to the bed, never breaking the connection of their lips. She lay down, pulling him above her. She heard a sharp intake of breath as her hands began to explore his upper body, slowly caressing and discovering.

He bent down and kissed her again, and she knew where his hands were moving to next. Hoping to save him any possible embarrassment, she took his hands in hers, and guided them to the clasp of her bra. He flashed a grateful smile at her and she smiled back.

As the bra joined the pile of clothes, he swallowed thickly, as he stared at her. Her hand clasped his and she smiled. "Coming back to you now?"

He nodded and kissed her gently again. "Very much so."

She traced the side of his face with her finger, memorising every part. She smiled up at him. "Forgive me for going all girly on you, but you're incredibly cute."
Peter chuckled slightly. "Thankyou for the compliment. And I'll take you anyway I can get you; girly or not."

Assumpta blushed slightly and pulled his head down to hers, kissing him hard. "I love you," she murmured. "So much."

"I love you too, just as much," he replied.

His lips moved to her neck and her eyes fluttered closed, letting the pleasure take over. Her hands went to his back, stroking lightly. It was her turn to gasp as his hand brushed over her breast. Assumpta's eyes were instantly open, watching him as he in turn watched her.

"Are you alright?" Peter asked, caressing her.

She nodded. "Wonderful."

He smiled as he resumed his task. She watched his eyes, the concentration similar to what she had seen when he had been determined to pull a perfect pint. She smiled slightly but any coherent thought was lost as he bent down to kiss her.

Her back arched in pleasure, and Peter kissed her again. He was surprised at how easily it could all come back to him; what to do, how to make her feel as amazing as he was feeling. He supposed that emotions guided you.they definitely had before.

Assumpta's arms travelled down between them and tugged at his jeans. "Off," she murmured.

He smiled and getting up, took his jeans and boxers shorts.

"Ah, the eternal question answered," she said, running her eyes over his form.

"Eternal question?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Briefs or boxers," she replied.

He nodded. "Right."

Assumpta was getting impatient. This love-making was certainly amazing but she wanted more. She wanted it all. Getting off the bed she pulled down her jeans and pants. She smirked slightly as she watched his eyes widen. "Are you okay?" she asked, moving back to the bed.

"You're even more beautiful than I ever would have imagined," he told her, kissing her deeply.

Assumpta blushed slightly. Such compliments were new to her; certainly Leo had never complimented her like that. She mentally shook her head, banishing him from her thoughts. She leaned up, so that she was barely millimetres from his lips. "I want you," she told him, kissing him.

Peter was starting to feel slightly nervous. He wanted her to, there was no doubt about that, but it had been so long and he was afraid that any expectations she may have could be shattered within seconds. Assumpta saw his uncertainty and smiled, taking his hand.

"Peter, I love you. Nothing that happens is going to change that." She smiled. "Besides, we've got all the time in the world to practice."

He nodded and squeezed her hand slightly. Her face softened and her free hand languidly moved downwards and helped to guide him.

Within minutes they were one for the first time. Something they had wanted for so long was finally a reality and it was bliss for both. Peter watched her intently, her eyes squeezed shut, her hand hanging on to his in desperation. Feelings were consuming them, overtaking them.

"Open your eyes," he told her, squeezing her hand.

Her eyes fluttered open. Gone was the hazel green colour, replaced by something much darker; desire.

The waves of passion overtook them, overwhelmed them, and their simultaneous cries of love echoed throughout the room as the fire exploded within them.


"Wow," Peter said, pulling her into his arms.

"I'll second that," Assumpta replied, her head resting on his chest. "Not bad for someone who was so nervous," she said, letting her fingers wander over his chest.

He smiled. "Perhaps it had something to do with the fact I was comfortable with the person I was making love to. It sounds stupid, but something guided me."

She shook her head. "It's not stupid. You were guided by something. Love."

And as the party at Niamh and Ambrose's continued into the night, husband and wife drifted off to sleep, a tangle of limbs and of love.