Dom and Bernie fic - Shadows on the Ceiling 1/1
Title: Shadows on the Ceiling 1/1
Rating: NC-17 (sexual content)
Summary: Say hello to the newlyweds, Mr. and Mrs. Monaghan. It’s Dom and Bernie’s wedding night.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Dom. He is his own person, but I am using him just because it's fun! Bernadette is my character though, and has been running around with Dom in my mind for two years now.
Writer note: This is my first het fic that I’ve actually shared with the class, so sorry if it’s not all that good. I actually wrote it a good while back, but revamped it. I think it flows better now.
The bedroom door swings open so hard, I think it leaves a hole in the wall. I don’t have time to check. Dominic and I are home from our wedding reception. Our wedding was beautiful, and the reception was a blast, but that’s a whole other story.
We left the reception a bit early. I noticed Dom becoming more anxious as the minutes passed. I knew why, and to be honest, I was anxious myself.
When our friendship had turned to courtship, we made convictions to keep it clean - which meant in my book no kissing on the lips, no touching inappropriately, and definitely, no sex. I had been in a couple relationships before, and striving to keep things clean was always important in them. But Dom had done all the kissing and touching and sex before. I knew it’d be hard for him. Dom had been saved not long before we entered courtship, and he wanted to do things right with our relationship. We both waded through the temptation, and came out victorious.
I was proud of my man! He deserved a long, hot night of…well, you know.
It started out romantic. We couldn’t go on a honeymoon straight away, because LOTR had another month of filming left to go. We planned to live in the house Dom, Billy, Orli, and Elijah shared most of the time. Dom carries me over the threshold, kisses me passionately, and then carries me upstairs to the master bedroom. That’s when he kicks open the door, and literally flings me onto the bed, jumping on top of me.
I’m a bit shell shocked, and barely able to return any of the lip action as he starts kissing me roughly. I push him off.
"What’s wrong?" Dom asks, sounding as if he’s just run a 100-meter race.
"Slow down, Grease Lightning!" I push myself up on my elbows. "I love you, Dom, but I didn’t envision this to be a bing-bam-boom it’s done thing. I know your pants are burning, but could we take this slower?"
He stares into my eyes for a long while with, could it be shame? Probably not, but something close to it. Finally, he grasps my hand and kisses it like he had for those several months of courtship. "I’m sorry, Bernadette. I didn’t mean to attack you like that. I let my second brain take over, I guess."
I laughs. It was a joke among the LOTR cast we hung around that a certain male body part was their second brain. Honestly, I think it’s their first.
"You’re right" he says. "This isn’t a fling. This is our wedding night. Our first time together. I’ll slow down, I promise."
"At least to the point where I can keep up." I grin, and he grins back. I look down. "Why don’t we get undressed?"
"Brilliant idea!" Dom jumps up, discarding his clothes on the floor until only his boxers were left. I admire his energy and enthusiasm, and wish I can match it! I have a feeling we were going to have many a-nights like this one.
"Wow!" I gawk, sitting up on my knees on the bed. "I don’t need to ask twice, do I?"
"Never with me!" Dom quirks back.
"Help me get this gown off."
He joins me on the bed instantly, and pulls over my head the elegant white gown the costume designers made for me. He throws it on top his pile of clothing, not mattering if it wrinkles. I’m left in a strapless bra and lacy panties.
We are both on our knees facing each other. Dom runs his hands down the side of my body, taking in every curve. He seems to be amused by the pudge of my belly, and pokes it a few times before I slap his hand away.
"It’s not as if you’ve never seen my belly before!"
"Not this," he says, pointing a finger at my belly button. He bents down, kissing the spot right above my belly button.
I lean into him, taking his face in my hands and pressing my lips to his. All of this is so new to me, even the kissing. I let Dom take charge again. He accepts the offer quite ferociously.
Deeper we dive into each other. Dom’s tongue slips into my mouth. Dom’s fingers find the clasp of my bra, unhinging it. His hand slides down my back into my pantries, fondling my bottom.
I’m thoroughly enjoying being touched so intimately. Apparently, Dom is enjoying this just as much. I’m pleased by the thought. When I use to think of being touched like this, I wasn’t sure if it’d be awkward or dirty or what. It feels so right with Dom. I give every inch of myself to him, and he accepts eagerly.
Dom lowers me to the bed. His hands are everywhere on my body. Somewhere in the thrashing, our undergarments work their way off, our naked bodies intertwining. He is on top of me, his weight firm but not heavy. He kisses down my neck, his hungry lips creeping lower until reaching my chest. One last kiss is placed between my breast then he sits up, straddling me.
Passion and hunger is written on his delighted face, but his eyes hold the love that he’s shown me for so long. Dom cups my breasts playfully, acting like he is examining their weight.
"What are you doing?" I asks, mirroring his grin.
"Exploring new territory."
"Explore down here!"
His grin widens. "As you wish!" He is on top of me again, running his lips over my breasts. I wrap a leg around his, running my fingers through his hair.
Dom’s lips meet mine, his tongue unceremoniously making it’s way into my mouth again. My body seems to be on auto pilot, knowing what would comes next. My back arches, pressing his firmness. That’s when he thrusts into me. I moan, feeling s slight pain as he penetrates my inside. Dom licks my neck, and begins to rock. I rub his sides roughly, fingernails digging into his back. He thrusts further. The rapturous thrills electrify up my spine.
Somehow, we make eye contact - a silent message of love exchanging between us. I don’t think it can get any better, but Dom proves me wrong. He rocks harder, thrusting even deeper inside me. That is the quack. My low moans ring out into cries of extreme elation. We are connected deeply and intimately, and we cry out our love for each other.
Dom finally lets go, sliding to rest at my side. Our breathing is heated and short. He smoothes the strains of sweaty hair on my forehead. He rests his lips on my shoulder. Pleasant silence fills the room. Dom runs fingertips oh-so-soft on my belly, sending a tickling quiver tingling in me my belly. My head rests in the crook of his shoulder.
I want to jump on the bed, and scream exclamations of sensational excitement. I am flat out in awe of how amazing our intimacy really is, and thankful that it is with the one I know is my soul mate. My burst of elation stirs my limbs. I sprang up, straddling Dom.
"Now that you ravished my body," I say, teasingly. "It’s my turn to bang you."
"Bang me anytime, Bernadette," Dom replies, wearing a wicked grin. I love when he says my name.
We lace our hands together, applying pressure, and a game of wrestling begins. "I need to tell you, that was…" I shake my head at a lose for words. "I want to shout it from the rooftops how good the Lord is! How good He is to give this act of love for us to share with each other."
His face grows somber, but his eyes hold the same joy as I feel. "You know I’ve done this before, that’s no secret. But all of what I did was just pleasures of the flesh, no connection, just selfish desire." Dom averts his eyes to the covers in concentration then looks up at me again. "I could feel you, feel us joined together, not just in heart but in one body as well."
"I think we’ve always been joined. It just took a little while to find each other."
"And a lot of trials and errors," Dom adds with a laugh. He pulls me to him, coddling my head on his bare chest. I savor the sound of his heart beating against my ear. Long fingers glide through my hair, picking out a knot here and there. "Are you ready to start our life together?"
"Ready as I’ll ever be."
"I think that was a very good way of starting out."
I pinch Dom in the side. He yelps in protest, but his smile never falters. "You can’t stop being cheeky for one minute, can you?"
He shrugs. "It’s in my nature, Bernie. Too late now, you’re stuck with me forever."
I raise my head to look at him, planting a kiss on his nose. "And I’m perfectly fine with that."