Mind you, this story is rated 'R'!!

A Night to Remember

by

Gabrielle
(gmrde@yahoo.de)

Anakin (anakin.david@free.fr) contributed by adding a few ideas and plot lines.

They were slowly swaying, holding each other close, as they enjoyed the peaceful atmosphere and the fresh, mild breeze which caressed their skins.

Maxwell Sheffield got lost in the sensation of feeling her caressing lips on his own as she once more showed him how she felt about him through her loving gesture and he once more was overwhelmed by how she could make his soul lean back and relax and at the same time make his body go almost crazy with her kisses and touch.

He tilted his head as he deepened the kiss to give all back, all he felt for her. He pulled her even closer stroking her back tenderly with his hands, to which she responded by melting further into his embrace, as if she wanted to become a part of him. And as a matter of fact she was a part of him now – or rather had been one for a long time. Marrying Fran had only been the final step in the long development of their relationship, the last step of becoming completely at ease with every part of his being and a step which had made him complete again after all those years of pain, loneliness, denial and imbalance.

He couldn’t help but feel deliriously happy even though he was quite nervous at the before standing events. This night would be the first night Maxwell and his new wife would share a bed and although he was thrilled at the prospect of finally making love to Fran, he couldn’t help but worry a little, too, since he was anxious whether he would be able to satisfy her needs and give her all he wanted to give her as he had confessed to Niles the night before. After all, after Sarah, it had been an incredible nine years for Maxwell since he had shared such intimacy with a woman and in addition to this Fran was an enormously passionate woman.

Strangely they had never talked much about that aspect during their time as an engaged couple. Somehow it had seemed more important to them to admit their respective feelings for each other and the peaceful feeling of easiness afterwards had in a way made everything else appear not that ‘urgent’ any more. They had been just happy to have finally found their way to each other and that they had managed to overcome the problems their different roots had caused in every day’s life. Of course either of them had imagined what it might be like and Maxwell had more than once thought to go knocking on her door late at night, but since they had found each other they seemed to have had that mute agreement to wait until they were married. Both were anticipating their first time together with excitement and the righteousness of being husband and wife.

Tonight would be this night and Maxwell felt a little shiver go down his spine, caused presumably by both, Fran’s hands slightly wandering up and down his back and his nervousness.

Maxwell decided to rid himself of any thoughts increasing his nervousness. He didn’t want anything between him and the woman he loved with all he was and had.

They slowly ended their kiss and Maxwell looked at his wife who smiled at him in the pale moonlight, illuminating the deck of their yacht enticingly and flickering silver flashed from where it touched the gentle waves of the ocean. He marvelled at the echoing sound of the word ‘wife’ in his mind and he had to smile tenderly.

"I can’t believe I’m kissing a married man" Fran said, giving a girlish and mischievous smile, causing Maxwell to move things a little further.

"How would you like to join one in the bedroom?" he asked her in an extremely seductive voice, accompanied by a sexy flirtatious expression on his face as he lifted his eyebrows slightly, thus sending an unspoken promise to her.

"Oh that would be so wrong" she said in mock shock, feeling a little giddy as she sent him a flirtatious smile herself before she moved in to kiss him once again.

When they parted, Maxwell looked at his wife lovingly.

"Oh my God, Fran. You look exquisite in this moonlight" he said, still not entirely able to believe he was finally married to her.

"Well, after 29, a girl’s best light is candle and/or moon."

They both chuckled at her witty remark as they continued swaying, then Maxwell got serious again, looking into Fran’s eyes.

"I love you, my darling" he told her with all he felt.

"I love you!" she replied and Maxwell once more was thrilled by the sound of these words before they got lost in another kiss, which was more demanding now and as Fran’s palms caressed his pectorals and his lower back, Maxwell felt his heartbeat go faster.

They came up for air and Maxwell found his own passionate and loving gaze reflected in Fran’s. He thought she had never looked more beautiful to him than in this particular moment and he felt like keeping her in his memory like this forever.

"Don’t move, don’t move an inch. I want to remember you just like that. Let me get the camera!"

"OK! Don’t forget to put the red eye on!" Fran called after her husband as she watched him disappear into the direction of their cabin.

*****

She took a moment and inhaled the fresh air deeply. She closed her eyes and smiled happily. Her husband. Yes, Maxwell finally and officially was hers now and tonight would be the night when she would show him that she was his in every respect, too. She smiled again in excited anticipation of tonight. It would be their first time, the first time they would make love with each other and she was enormously looking forward to giving herself to him in complete abandon. She would make up for all those years of waiting and frustration and she would make Maxwell experience the best love-making she was capable of giving. She had no doubt that she still had it, although it had been five years since she had slept with a man. Even though she hadn’t had many lovers in her life, she knew she was perfectly able to make a man feel extremely good. But for Maxwell she wanted it to be special. She wanted to please this man the best way she could, making him feel all the love she kept for him. She was happy it was Maxwell she was going to share this experience with for the rest of her life and she wanted to show him just how much she loved him by giving all she could and fulfil his expectations completely.

This night would be the night. It would be perfect. She knew Maxwell loved her deeply enough to pay her all the respect she was hoping for. She had got an inkling of his ways in this department when they had been in Niles’s hospital room and she couldn’t wait to get more. He had been tender and passionate at the same time. Since then she had been silently yearning for the day they would finally share this utmost intimacy with each other and she knew she wasn’t the only one longing for this night.

There had been times when she had been very close to go knocking on his door during some lonely nights in order to give in to her needs and desire, but on the other hand somehow the idea of waiting until they were married seemed very enticing and Fran wanted to do everything the right way with Maxwell.

During the reception Maxwell had suggested to sneak away in order to go on their honeymoon a little earlier than planned and his look at that time told her he was anticipating their honeymoon night in positive excitement as well. He had seemed so suave when he had taken her to the limo, which had taken them directly to the harbour where they had boarded their yacht.

When they had been swaying together only a few minutes ago, Maxwell had seemed so calm and seductive that she had little doubt their night would be wonderful. Of course she had been able to feel him trembling a little, but she too was very excited about this night and she wanted it to be perfect.

Yes, tonight would be the night.

As she awaited Maxwell’s return she looked for a perfect scenario for the shot he wanted to take, so she decided to pose on the railing in the moonlight for her husband. As she brushed her hair back, she almost lost balance, but she managed to steady herself. Her heartbeat increased as she thought that if she had fallen off board, it might as well could have ruined their honeymoon. They might as well could have ended up on and deserted island with poisonous insects or whatever else. She sighed with relief and admitted to herself that, after all, she might be a little nervous too as she continued to assume a appropriate position to await her husband’s return.

*****

Maxwell entered their cabin in order to get the camera and went directly to their luggage, which was placed on the small sofa in their bedroom. He remembered having put it into one of the side-pockets of their matching bags. He quickly found it and as he was about to place the bag back in its original place, his eyes caught a look at the king-sized bed. For a moment he thought about what he would be doing there in a few minutes and he suddenly felt very hot and noticed his hands trembling a little, his palms getting slightly moist. He could feel his heart pounding in his burning ears.

‘Oh, my God. I’m as nervous as a school boy’ he thought.

Then he quickly went to the adjourning bathroom. He turned the tab on and put his hands under the running water, repeating to splash the cool liquid onto his face. After a while he stopped to take a towel to dry his face and hands. He looked at himself in the mirror, trying to control his breathing and reasoning to the image in the reflecting silver screen.

He took the bottle of his favourite cologne from the shelf and sprayed a little of it in the respective places, then he combed his hair with his fingers and took a deep breath.

"All right. Let’s go." He encouraged himself before he turned to go back to his wife.

******

Fran had already been wondering what had been taking Maxwell so long and just before she was about to go look for him, he reappeared on deck with one of his boyish charming smiles.

"Sorry, it has taken a little longer, but here I am ready to capture the image of the most beautiful bride ever seen" he said, holding up the camera to prove his point.

Fran flashed him a bright smile, at which he took the photograph.

She hopped from the railing and closed the distance between them, then she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her body against his.

"So where were we?" she asked while she run her fingers through his thick hair just like he had a few minutes ago, but it had a different effect on him when she did it. Maxwell felt his skin on his back go goose-pimply and he reacted by tossing the camera casually on a by-sanding deck-chair and then he slid his hands along her waist to her back in order to pull her closer.

"Mmm…would you mind reminding me?" he teased her, massaging the base of her neck with one hand, caressing her side with the other as he bent down towards her lips.

Fran tilted her head up, but shortly before she reached his lips, Maxwell pulled back a little, smiling, then he came close again and pulled back again, thus teasing Fran, who was game for his toying around. She returned his smile and after a while of almost-kissing their lips finally found each other and they were kissing deeply. Fran felt extremely intoxicated by his kiss, his scent and the feel of his body. She felt her desire rise and she brought her hands down to his behind, squeezing it as she pulled him against her lower body, pressing hers against his at the same time.

Maxwell moaned into her mouth and then bent without breaking the kiss to pick her up.

He carefully made his way to the stairway leading down to the cabin, then he had to put her down, for even though they had rented a relatively big yacht, space was still limited, so he took her hand and led her down the stairs to their cabin, hoping she wouldn’t realize his nervousness.

He had done well so far and in a few moments he would slowly make Fran his wife in body and soul. Yes, he would be careful in all his actions and he would listen and pay attention to all the signals she would send him and then he would make her happy as she deserved it and cherish her body and soul with all the gentle- and tenderness he could manage.

He opened and held the narrow door to their cabin for her and as she passed him by to enter their bedroom, she gave him a casual peck on the lips, which suddenly made him feel more relaxed.

Maxwell watched her enter the room and his eyes travelled over her remarkably sexy body as she slowly and almost provocatively strolled on. He swallowed, then Fran stopped after a few steps and turned her head slightly over her shoulder as if she was waiting for him to follow her. ‘God, she’s so sexy’ he thought, then swiftly stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. Yes, he would make her happy tonight. He would take all the time it needed. There was no hurry. They had all the time they needed. They had the rest of their lives to please each other.

As he turned towards the incredibly sexy woman who was now his wife, she surprised him by pushing him back against the door, hungrily and passionately ravishing his mouth with hers. Her body rubbed against his and her hands were busy opening the studs of the shirt he wore under his robe, which hung loosely on his body as Fran had tugged it open. Her movements weren’t frantic at all but guided by passion and Maxwell was both turned on and scared at finally finding out how passionate she really was.

"Oh my God, Fran" he breathed and like in a wonderfully intoxicating trance he found himself responding to her demanding kiss, their mouths hot and moist, absorbing each other’s taste and spirit. Although he had intended to make love to her slowly, he just couldn’t help but run his hands through her dark curls passionately as he pulled her head closer to his, entwining their tongues in a heated battle, crushing her body against his.

Fran moved backwards towards the bed, pulling him along with her while she continued to peel off Maxwell’s clothes expertly. Every of her actions made him almost go crazy. It had been so long ago and she was so passionate and extremely sexy. He just couldn’t resist giving in to the sensation of finally living out his secret fantasies with the woman he had loved and had wanted for so long now.

His warm and strong hands were busy roaming and exploring her firm and yet enticingly female body, caressing, rubbing and squeezing gently along as he felt her respond to his advances eagerly. He continued and slid his hands up along her outer thighs, bringing the lacy material of her negligee up to her hips and waist. Fran lifted her arms willingly as Maxwell pulled the cloth over her upper body, leaving her only clad in her satin underwear.

Fran loved the look on Maxwell's face as he stared at her, his chest heaving and sinking with his heavy breathing. She loved to be the one to make him feel like this and she liked seeing his desire for her. Seeing him aroused like this gave her a wonderful feeling and once again she was happy that tonight would be the night she would show him what he had been missing and could have had much earlier, if only he had committed sooner. But that was the past and now it was the present and the beginning of their future together and before her stood the man of her dreams finally very ready to make love to her. She loved having that power over him and it made her feel really sexy and wanted and at the same time she felt his power over her as she felt herself drawn to him again like by some magical power.

The tanned skin of his toned upper body shone enticingly in the semi-darkness of the room and Fran couldn't hold her longing to touch and feel it on hers back any longer. She caught his emerald eyes with a fiery gaze of hers as she pulled him in again by sliding her arms around his ribcage. She literally could feel her skin prickle with tension shortly before their bodies touched, which triggered off a chemical reaction, none of them had the power to stop

Maxwell soon felt himself being carried away in a whirlwind of passion and while Fran sank back on the bed, she pulled him along with her as she was eager to feel him more closely. It didn't take long for them to finish undressing each other completely while their lips seemed glued together just like neither of them wanted to ever break their contact. Feeling their respective bodies completely free against each other made them oblivious to anything other than the own universe they were creating.

Fran rolled Maxwell over onto his back and when neither of them could take the suspense any longer, she finally took the most intimate possession of his body, at which soft moans escaped both their throats. She never would have thought that the moment of finally feeling him like this would be such a revelation. For a moment she held still and gazed into her soul mate's eyes for a long while and his eyes bore an expression of true love and a longing which should be soon fulfilled. And fulfil it she would because this man deserved the best she could give.

"I love you" she said and before Maxwell could respond anything, she closed his mouth with hers again. She was the one setting the pace and she gave all she could to please her husband.

Maxwell was overwhelmed by how she was both, demanding and giving at the same time, even though his thoughts only reached his awareness as a blurred shade as she made him get carried away. She occupied his whole being and made him almost forget anything else in the world. His nervousness was replaced by an intoxicated rush as his body and soul rediscovered the long forgotten sensation of exposing oneself to complete abandon. Instinctively he tried to complement her actions and movements, letting his body take over. He found himself unable of not giving in to the overwhelming sensation he was currently experiencing and only as he realized he was about to let go of everything totally, a thought from a corner of his mind found its way to his consciousness. This night he was supposed to make Fran happy and he wanted her so much to be happy, but he knew he wouldn't be able to last much longer if she was going on with what she was doing to him.

"Fran…please" he breathed heavily as he tried to slow her down "please Fran, wait, wait…please I can't…"

But she didn't stop her bitter-sweet torment on him.

'No, no, this is not right' was his last clear thought before he failed to fight down his body's natural response to a treatment like the one Fran was exposing him to.

Despite the almost indescribable effect of the physical sensation, he felt not good at all but guilty and utterly sorry. When he looked at Fran she was almost shocked by the hurt look he gave her. He seemed on the verge of tears as he choked her name.

"Fran…I'm sorry…I am so sorry. Oh God, I didn't mean to…"

He rolled on his side, not wanting to even see the look of pleased victory his wife’s eyes bore. He thought he had never felt so humiliated in his entire life. There he was, the big Broadway producer, unable to satisfy the woman he loved because he couldn’t last more than five bloody minutes. Their first night together had been a total disaster and he would never forgive himself for that. Was it the tension, was it the fact that he had too long ago experienced these feelings? Whatever it was, he felt so abominably guilty.

He felt Fran’s hand on his shoulder , but quickly brushed it away, getting out of bed at the same time.

"Excuse me, Fran, I… I need to go out." Was all the pitiful excuse he could give her.

He put on his robe quickly and went up the stairs to the deck. He only started breathing when he reached the railing and leant onto it.

******

In the cabin, Fran also felt some kind of guilt.

Yes she had wanted to please Maxwell in the best imaginable way, and therefore her own fulfilment came after his. That was her way to show him how much she loved him, but instead of making him feel good, the contrary had happened, and that was wrong.

She couldn’t understand this male pride. Couldn’t a woman be the one to please a man first?

She lay in the tangled sheets that had just witnessed an extreme moment of passion, her heart aching that her husband was not there with her to share that particular moment of the aftermath. What was it with Maxwell that made him run away all the time?… Well not his time. She would confront him and he would have to face his fears or whatever it was that made him feel bad.

She got up, put a robe on, and went up the stairs to the deck.

******

His mind threatened to blow out with his confused thoughts. He felt so inadequate. Fran deserved way better than the pitiful performance he had just given. Yes it had been fantastic for him, he actually couldn’t recall having such a wonderful experience, but it was so selfish. You’re a bloody idiot Maxwell Sheffield! He thought, shame literally tearing up his insides. He had wanted nothing else in the world but to give Fran the time of her life on their first night, and he had been shamefully betrayed by his own body.

He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn’t notice Fran coming behind him.

She slipped her arms around his waist from behind, startling him. He was about to push her again, but she leant her head on his back silently, and hugged him. Only then he started to relax a little bit.

They remained like this for a while until he finally turned to face her.

"Fran I’m so terribly sorry…" he started.

"Why?" she gently asked.

"I wanted this night to be so perfect for you…" he trailed off.

"YOU wanted it to be perfect, and what about me?"

He looked down on her intrigued, but before he had time to reply, she went on:

"… and then, how can it be perfect since it’s not even finished?"

He looked at her with an even more surprised look.

"Maxwell Sheffield, this night hasn’t even started, so would you come back down to our cabin and enjoy the rest of our time there with me already?" she winked, giving him her best smile.

He steadied her as she started to drag him towards the stairs. He bent his head, took a deep breath, and looked her in the eyes.

"Fran, how can you be so enthusiastic after the lame performance I’ve just given you? This night was supposed to be our night, we were supposed to live something we had never experienced before, I wanted to give you what you deserved the most, and had been longing to receive for such a long time, and I failed miserably."

She sighed, slightly shaking her head, then looked him in the eyes again.

"Maxwell, what I longed for is also something you longed for. For once in our relationship, I wanted to be the one to take the lead. I waited so long for you to make a move, tonight, I wanted to swap roles. You’ve given me so much, my means to repay you are so poor, I wanted to give you the time of your life. Besides, who ever told you that I didn’t have a good time?"

"But I…"

"Maxwell," she cut him off, "I was the one setting the pace, I was the one leading the way, I was the one doing tricky things on your body and senses, and believe me, it was great only having that power on you. Whoever said that a man had to be the one pleasing a woman first and not the contrary?"

He kept silent, trying to understand what she was saying.

"What do you mean?" he said slowly.

"I mean that I love you, and that sharing this intimacy with you for the first time was already a great time, and I intend to have an even greater one."

"You…?" he asked.

"No I didn’t" she replied softly, and quickly resumed as she saw his face getting sad again "but I still had a great time. Just feeling you was – you can believe me – something I had not imagined so perfect, because it’s you, Maxwell. No matter what happened to me, I hope you had a great time, because that’s what I intended to give you in the first place. If you got it, no matter what I felt, I’m the happiest woman on earth! And believe me, I didn’t feel nothing at all, far from it."

He thought about what she said for a second and was amazed at Fran’s unselfish behavior and her utmost generosity.

"But Fran, I also wanted to give you that, and I couldn’t. I’m the rottenest husband you could ever dream of!"

"Oh, will you stop chastising yourself already?" She paused "Maxwell, what you gave me tonight was already priceless."

"I don’t think so." He bent his head, but she lifted his chin up so that their eyes would lock.

"Look at me please." He relaxed a little. "Maxwell, don’t you ever think you’re not good enough for me. Being your wife already tops all the hopes I could ever have, as for the physical side of our relationship, for one thing, we have all our lives before us, and for the second thing, do you think I ever got such a gratifying ‘beginning’ with Danny?"

He held her stare.

"I’m not saying I didn’t have a good time with him, but from what you’ve just shown me, it already is far better than anything he ever did. I was younger then, probably more receptive to mere physical stimulations than anything else, and what you’ve just given me was way above that."

He sighed and looked at her with a tortured look.

"I appreciate your kind words Fran, but the first time should have been the most perfect one, and it was all very negative…"

"Will you stop thinking and please start listening to me? Besides, if the first night is the most perfect one ONLY, then I want out!" She interrupted him once again, winking, then she paused.

"Maxwell, I love you, what about you?"

"How can you doubt it; of course I love you."

"And do you think I’ll love you any less because of what you call a ‘negative’ night? Do you think sex is the most important thing in our relationship?… Do you think those five years I waited for you to propose were simply because I wanted to have sex with you? Well I’ve got news for you, Maxwell Sheffield, if that had been my only purpose you’d have ended up in my bed much earlier!"

"Oh?" he said with a mock smile, that showed the first signs of his relaxing.

"Absolutely, I have my ways, you know…" She winked. "Back to what we were saying, nothing is ‘negative’ about this experience. If anything it showed me and you what kind of potential sex life we can both have in the future, and for me the future starts right now, what about you?"

He hesitated a second.

"It starts right now too." He said softly.

She flashed him her best smile and took his hand, heading for the stairs.

"So what about showing me what else you can do ‘hubby’-hmmm?" she winked.

He held her back.

"Fran, I need a little more time. Can you tell me to my eyes that you’re not disappointed with me?"

She came closer to him, encircled his waist with her arms, and lifted her head so that her eyes were locked with his.

"I’m telling you to your eyes: I am NOT disappointed at all, but…"

"But?" he asked worriedly.

"… I can’t wait to experience what other talents you have, mister!" she winked sexily, before giving him a long loving kiss.

As if an enormous weight had been lifted from his shoulders, he finally smiled back frankly and hugged her deeply, his love for this woman having grown tenfold during the previous seconds.

They made their way down the stairs slowly then. Fran was determined to let him take the lead, and she would stick to that idea.

While he was going down the stairs, Maxwell’s thoughts returned to a rather nervous stance, as he was still not absolutely sure he could live up to her expectations. His love for her was so overwhelming, it threatened to make him choke for air, but his nervousness about making her happy still remained.

Fran sensed his apprehension this time, and simply looked at him, squeezing his hand.

"I’ve got an idea" she said upon entering their cabin. "Why don’t we lie down for a while, hugging each other and then see what happens?"

He sighed a little and smiled warmly.

"You read into my soul like in an open book, Fran."

She gave him a peck on the lips.

"Hey, I’m your wife, I’m entitled to do that!" she winked once more, trying to make him relax.

They took their robes off, Maxwell went to open the windows wide, and they simply lay on the bed, tightly clutched one to the other, like Fran had suggested.

Maxwell’s body started to relax slowly, as he breathed in the soft scent of her shampoo in her hair, toying with a few tendrils.

Sensing his back muscles were a little stiff, she started massaging him softly, making tiny circles with her fingers on the taut muscles.

His breathing became deeper as he felt her tender attentions over his shoulders, and his hands started roaming.

Their previous encounter had been so intense that he hadn’t had the time to actually discover his wife’s body. He started slowly, stroking her back with the palms of his hands, and then slightly drawing invisible feather-like lines that made her skin shiver.

She sighed a little as she felt her husband relax finally, and let her be taken by his delicate attentions.

Maxwell imperceptibly shifted his position, not stopping his caresses, and had her lie on her back, his mouth not leaving her skin, his tongue teasing, his teeth nibbling, his hands stroking.

Once again he got intoxicated by her undulating features as he explored every inch of her skin. At that moment, all was forgotten. Her sighs and her moans were his guide to her pleasure, and all naturally, he eventually found the way to her most inner being.

Fran’s eyes bore the utmost trust and abandon, and he smiled tenderly, stroking her, loving her as he had always wanted to, pouring his heart in every of his gestures.

As they were sinking even more deeply into their respective abandon, a sudden worry kicked his consciousness as he realized he was once again reaching that point.

‘No! Not again! Oh Please God!’ but as he was about to loose once more the battle over his sensations, Fran’s body drew like a bow and her throat let a long moan escape, punctuated by her quickening breathing, and he was caught by the same wave of pleasure she was.

He hugged her as if his life depended on it, and they both let their breathing return to normal as the atmosphere of the cabin suddenly became cooler.

He rolled on his side, drawing her with him, holding her shoulders tight with both his arms, a contended smile over his face.

Fran closed her eyes as if to keep as much of how she was currently feeling as she could, then kissed his chest through a smile.

"I cannot remember having ever been loved like that." She murmured. "Thank you my love."

He chuckled.

"You are welcome!" he said playfully. "I’m so happy Fran. I am so incredibly happy I cannot even put it into words."

"That makes two of us!" She winked, raising her head slightly to meet his gaze.

He kissed her brow.

"Fran…" He started. "I am so very sorry about our first time…"

"Oh, Maxwell! Will you stop it already?!" She interrupted him.

"… But…" he resumed "I also wanted to tell you that what you gave me then was something I will never forget, and I mean it in the most positive way."

They stared at each other for a while, enclosed in their own world, then Fran put her head down on his chest again.

"Maxwell, is this real?… Or am I once again going to wake up and realize that this was all a dream?"

He slipped at her level to make eye contact, and smiled tenderly, his nose touching hers.

"It is real Mrs. Sheffield. I love you."

She smiled too.

"I love you too, and if what you’ve just showed me was a sample of your talent, Mr. Sheffield, then I’ll have to be very inventive on my own!" she winked.

"Mmmm… that’s an interesting idea! I can’t wait to see what you have up your sleeve for us!" He laughed, drawing her into his embrace.

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