Consummation By J. Hallmark Epilogue

Republisher’s Note: And we bring to a close this lovely little fic about Manny’s Consummation.

Consummation By J. Hallmark Epilogue — No Annulment

Afterwards, they lay in one another’s arms. Danny felt a contentment he had never known before and Michelle, well, Michelle was just in ecstatic bliss. She stretched sensuously, pressing her body against his and leaning up, she pressed a kiss upon his mouth.

“I love you,” she murmured happily.

He smiled, “again.”

“I love you, Danny.”

He smiled and whispered softly, “I love you, too,” and then he grinned, “Again. I want to hear it again.”

She sat up slightly and leaned over him, looking down at his beloved face. Very succinctly with full disclosure in her tone she repeated, “I love you, Daniel Santos, my husband.”

He smiled again and gazed up at her beautiful face, threading his fingers through her hair. Frowning, he stopped suddenly when she grimaced after he got stuck on a tangle, “sorry,” he mumbled. Carefully he undid the snaggle, his fingers deftly working to afford her the least amount of pain. She shook her head slightly and smoothed her hair down when he’d finished and then gingerly he lay his hand upon her head and stroked the top of her hair, and then the length, finally easing his palm across her naked back. She lay back down and curled up against him.

“You know what this means, don’t you?” she asked suddenly.

“Hmm?” he responded idly, fascinated by the falling and rising pressure of her breasts against his chest with every breath she took.

“No annulment.” She answered happily.

He paused in his careful study of her breathing and looked down at her, “You know what, you’re absolutely right.” He grinned, “Damn,” he added, but didn’t sound the least upset.

“Yeah, I guess you’re stuck with me.”

He considered this for a moment and then she breathed heavily; his gaze once more returned to his earlier observation and absent-mindedly, he replied, “I guess I am.” He laid a gentle finger against the side of her breast and stroked her flesh, “How ever will we manage to pass all of our time together?”

She moaned softly as he shifted his body, bringing her upright against him. “I don’t know,” she managed to respond, “but, I’m sure,” she paused and let out a shaky breath as his hand slid down her belly, “Yeah, I’m pretty sure we can come up with something.”

He smiled and lowered his head, finding her face upturned to his, her lips waiting for his kiss. And so he kissed her. It was a sweet kiss, just a hint of passion beneath the surface, in direct contrast to the fervent fires he was stirring down below. Her eyes opened as their lips drifted apart. He was smiling at her, the softness in his gaze unmatched by the rough, husky whisper in his voice, “Yes, something.”

And he kissed her again, and this time his kiss and his touch were in perfect harmony and she closed her eyes, lost once more in the passionate intensity of her husband and his love.

The End


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