| Fan Fiction |
by Eli =)
She was immersing from the water and walking seductively towards him. She was like a dream. She seemed to be like a figment of his imagination. He blinked and looked again. It was like a manifestation of his dreams, yet there was no doubt that he was awake. And then she was standing in front of him, golden, radiant, and smiling at him.
"Hey gorgeous, why didn't you wake me?" he asked.
"I didn't have the heart to disturb you in your sleep and being in the water gave me time to think things through."
"You haven't changed your mind about marrying me, have you?" concern evident on his eyes.
"Actually, yes, I did."
"Oh." was all he could muster.
"I'd like very much to be married already."
He sighed with relief. "And I'd be pleased to make that happen, I'll make all the arrangement and for everyone to be here."
Two weeks was not a lot of time, Kim soon discovered. It passed more quickly than she could have ever imagined. Jennie and Mrs. Chiu both flew within days to help with the preparations. Kim had requested a small, private wedding, and he granted her wish. Their ceremony was to take place in the church near the inn. The guests were to be limited to family and friends - just under a hundred. The reception was another matter, it was to be held at the Yacht Club, and somehow he convinced her that there were certain people who had to be invited. In the end the guest list came to around two hundred.
When the matter of her wedding dress came up, Kim suggested a simple gown, perhaps she felt all the previous planning for her "wedding" to Jake would be inappropriate. She wanted everything to be simple and different.
Consequently, when the day of her wedding dawned bright and clear, the dress her mother helped her into was both simply designed and elaborately elegant. And when Kim finally stood before the full-length mirror to get her first glimpse of herself, she couldn't help but let out a gasp at the radiant beauty she saw in the mirror.
The gown was made of heavy silk. And it was pure white. Gerald had been very insistent about that. Its sweetheart neckline looked delicate above her breasts; the bodice was snug around her rib cage and tapered to the narrow waist, where tiny tucks flowed out into yards and yards of silk and a sweeping cathedral train. And across the bodice and around the border of the hem diamonds were scattered. Sparkling, precious diamonds.
The veil added to the absolute fantasy of the gown. A cloud of bridal illusion, it covered her head and billowed out twelve feet behind her. Kim turned her head, and diamond-encrusted lace picked up the light, glistening along the entire length of the veil. The truly extraordinary young woman Kim saw in the mirror seemed completely unreal to her. Her hair had been swept up under the veil into an elaborately coiled pleat, leaving her neck bare.
"Wow! Kim, you look perfect!"
"What?" Without turning, Kim refocused her eyes on Jennie, who had just burst into the room.
"Absolutely perfect!" Jennie repeated reverently.
"Well, thanks. You don't look so bad yourself."
Kim twisted to get a better look at the silk organza confection Jennie was wearing. Jennie swished around the mirror and twirled happily.
A knock on the door forestalled their conversation. Jennie raced to the door and flung it open. "Gerald!" Jennie said happily.
Kim's pulse began to race as Gerald walked into the room. His single-breasted tuxedo was made of fine wool; it was dark as a midnight-blue, in a certain light it appeared almost black. Looking at him Kim thought she had never seen anyone look more handsome. And, on top of that, she was amazed how he could still excite her simply by walking into a room.
"You shouldn't be here, Gerald," Kim's mother exclaimed. "It's bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding."
He smiled reassuringly. "I don't believe in luck. I believe in making my own." After closing the door behind him, he advanced into the room. He took a long look at Kim, then turned to Jennie. "Do you mind going down to the salon? I believe the bouquets have arrived."
Instantly Jennie's face changed to animated excitement. "Wow! I can hardly wait to see them." She ran to the door, stopping only long enough to throw over her shoulder to Kim and her mother, "I'll see you guys down there in a minute."
"I think she's more excited of your union than everyone else," Mrs. Chiu said.
The smile he turned on Kim was one of a man who loves the woman he is about to marry. Mrs. Chiu's face was glowing at the sight of Gerald's smile to her much-loved daughter.
"Well, now I'll just leave you two alone for a few minutes. But" - she held up a warning finger - "only for a few minutes." She put her hands on his shoulders and he bent down so that she could bestow a kiss on his cheek. "You've been really wonderful to her and I thank you."
"We're family now, Mom."
Then with a click of the door she was gone, and Gerald turned to face Kim. "Do you feel the same?"
Taking off her veil, she unconsciously brought the headpiece around in front of her so that the veil wrapped around her in a shimmering white haze. She nodded in answer to his question.
He leaned down to cover her lips with his, briefly, tenderly. "By the way you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life."
"Thank you." Her smile never fading.
He snapped open a case, square and luxurious in its own right. Kim saw the contents, and she inhaled in disbelief. In front of her on a bed of black velvet lay a collar of diamonds.
Before she had time to react further, Gerald picked up the glistening necklace and fastened it around her neck. Automatically Kim sought the mirror. The diamonds were almost knitted onto a web of platinum and gold that was so intricately fine, it resembled the lace of her wedding gown. The collar molded perfectly to the gentle slope of her throat, fanning out at the base into the scallops that stopped just beyond her collarbone. Never in her wildest imaginations could she have imagined such a fantastic piece of jewelry.
Her eyes came back to the man who would soon be her husband. "You're overwhelming me, Ge. I don't think I'm going to be able to make it down the aisle."
He lifted her chin with his finger. "Focus on me, love. I'll be there, waiting for you."
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Kim and Jennie climbed the steps of the church, holding great bunches of Kim's gown in their hands to prevent it from touching the concrete.
"It's time to put your veil down," Jennie prompted.
Kim reached for the single layer of bridal illusion that would cover her face and brought it down. The veil threw everything into soft focus. Then the first notes of the "Wedding March" sounded, and Jennie glanced at Kim. "Ready?"
She nodded and followed Jennie to the wide doors that opened onto the center aisle. Candle lights softly lit the interior of the church, and garlands of snow-white orchids with gold satin streamers banked the altar. Gerald had the church transformed into a bower of gold and white. The song swelled, and everyone rose and turned expectantly to her. Family and friends filled the church, but suddenly Kim saw only one person, Gerald. Standing so straight and tall, he was waiting for her. She couldn't see his eyes, but she could feel his strong personality, pulling her to him, and she went. Never once did she take her eyes from him, because she knew if she did, she would fall.
Unaware of the hushed gasps of admiration and awe from the congregation, she continued gliding towards Gerald until she reached his side. He held out his hand, and she took it, because it was so natural to do. The music stopped, and the minister began.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today....."
Surrounded by golden candlelight and sweetly scented flowers, Kim felt herself sway. Gerald's hand tightened firmly on hers, and his eyes glowed warmly.
"Repeat after me..I, Kimberly, take thee, Gerald, to be my wedded husband..."
She felt like she was dreaming, Kim thought, so detached was she from what was happening around her. Only Gerald's hand on hers anchored her to reality. Her voice was barely above a whisper as she said the words. "I, Kimberly, take thee, Gerald, to be my wedded husband...."
"To have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse..."
So much had happened to her and Gerald in these last few weeks, she reflected. "To have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse.." she recited
".....for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health," the minister's voice droned in her head.
Dutifully she repeated, "....for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health.."
"...to love and to cherish, till death do us part."
She was in a trance. She loved him, boy did she ever love him.
".....to love..." the minister prompted softly.
Gerald's dark brows drew together, reflecting puzzlement and concern.
She smiled and repeated, "To love and to cherish, till death do us part."
".....according to God's holy ordinance and thereto I plight thee my troth."
Her voice became stronger. "....according to God's holy ordinance and thereto I plight thee my troth."
The minister turned to Gerald. "Repeat after me..I, Gerald, take thee, Kimberly, to be my wedded wife..."
"I, Gerald, take thee, Kimberly, to be my wedded wife.." His deep voice was euphoric to her senses.
"To have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse.."
"To have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse.." Gerald pronounced the words clearly and surely.
"....for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health..."
"....for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health..." he repeated.
Chancing a look at Gerald, she saw his eyes were fixed on hers, tears threatening to fall.
"...to love and to cherish till death do us part..."
"...to love and to cherish till death do us part..."
"..according to God's holy ordinance and thereto I plight thee my troth.."
"..according to God's holy ordinance and thereto I plight thee my troth.."
"May I have the rings, please?" Kim saw Enchong hand the minister a simple band of platinum - just what she had requested - and heard the minister begin the blessing of the ring.
Falling in love with him was such a gradual process, his caring, his kindness, his passion, had seeped into her, softening her heart to him.
She felt something warm being slipped onto her finger and looked down to see the ring.
"I know pronounce you man and wife. Those whom God has joined together let no man put asunder. You may now kiss the bride."
Gerald slowly lifted the veil and carefully arranged it around her head so that it appeared as if a mist of diamonds had settled around her head in a pale of radiant light. Then drawing her to him, his hand slid up the side of her jaw until his fingers were curved around her neck, and his lips touched hers with a pleasure she was accustomed to.
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The Yacht Club had never seen anything like it. There were fountains of champagne and waterfalls of rare flowers. The lavish buffet contained delicacies from around the world, and the guest list, which included friends of the groom in the Who's who list. Everything seemed to glitter, Kim thought, even her dress. There had been the reception line, the cake cutting, and the toasts, all faithfully recorded by a high-society photographer whom her mother had hired especially for the occasion.
Feeling Gerald's arm around her waist, she shifted her weight from one foot to the other and let her gaze wander over the people. Somewhere in the crowd were Gerald's mother and father whom she'd been very fond of.
"Tired?" Gerald's voice was pitched for her hearing alone.
"A little," she admitted, looking up into the face of her groom. She is so in love with him that she was still in awe that she was finally married to him.
"We'll slip out in a minute. Right now, though, I would like to dance with you."
He nodded at the orchestra leader, then led her out onto the empty dance floor. She picked up the end of her train and veil and draped it over one arm. She easily followed his graceful lead around the floor.
As if in a dream they danced around and around, with Gerald smiling down at her and her dress floating out above the polished surface of the floor, as though the gown were made of nothing but air and sparkling lights. It was an exhilarating feeling, like dancing across the brilliant heavens and at the same time being held securely to earth. People gathered around the dance floor, remarkably quiet, but as the dance ended, applause sounded from all around them. Kim suddenly put her hand up to her head.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing. I just feel a little lightheaded."
"Okay, let's prepare to leave."
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They were met at the door at Gerald's private home by a beaming Tony and one of the other household maids whose name was Cindy.
"Cindy will help you upstairs, Mrs. Anderson, and assist you off with your gown." Tony said.
Gerald saw the look on her face, "Would you like to wait awhile and perhaps eat something?"
"That sounds good. I don't think I've eaten much today," she admitted. "That's probably why I got so lightheaded during our dance."
Gerald lifted the veil off her head and handed it to Cindy. "Tony, is the cold buffet I requested ready?"
"Yes, Mr. Anderson. In the study."
"Fine, we'll help ourselves. Tell the staff to take the night off. Kim?" He held his hand out to her.
Entering the study, Kim saw that a fire was blazing brightly in the fireplace and white candles were flickering in tall brass candle holders. A table standing behind the sofa held an elegant and enticing buffet.
Kim eased herself onto the couch, trying to be as careful of her dress as she could. She really should change, she thought, but at the same time glanced back at the buffet and decided it looked awfully good. "Very romantic, Mr. Anderson."
"I aim to please."
Beside the couch were two silver buckets of iced champagne there were gleaming trays of an assortment of cheeses and grapes. Freshly washed strawberries were arrayed around two small crystal bowls. She stuck her finger into one bowl and found it filled with whipped cream that had been mixed with sour cream. The other bowl she could see was filled with brown sugar. Using the leaves of one plump red strawberry as a stem, she dipped it into the cream mixture, then into the brown sugar. The sweet and sour taste was a delight.
Reaching up to her head, she began pulling the binding hairpins out of her hair. Then combing her fingers through her hair, she stripped any remaining pins and lightly massaged her scalp until her hair fell in deep swirling waves about her shoulders.
Gerald had quietly joined her on the couch. "Can I fill a plate for you?"
"No, thank you. Maybe later."
Gerald's heart went out to Kim. She appeared so tired, so fragile. The past two weeks had been so busy that they barely had any time for themselves. Then today had finally come, never had there been a bride so beautiful, of that he was sure. He could have sent her the necklace by one of the maids this morning, but he had to see her for himself. And when he had, he hadn't been sure he would be able to control himself. He had chosen the gown and selected the diamonds himself, yet he hadn't been prepared for the complete and utter radiance of her beauty on this day of their wedding.
He saw her touch her throat, as if she had just remembered the diamond collar. She unfastened the gems from around her neck and handed him the necklace. "We'd better put this somewhere safe."
Without even looking at it, he took it and casually lay it on the table so that it rested in a glittering pile beside the trays. "Your feet must be hurting." Stretching down, he slipped off the white satin shoes before she had time to stop him. Then he picked up her feet and put them on his lap and began to rub. He was rubbing the ball of one of her feet with his thumb. As he moved to each new area of her foot Kim found herself reacting to the delightfully tingling sensations he was causing. He switched to her other foot, and Kim finally roused herself. "You don't have to do that, you must be tired, you've taken care of everything."
"I know, but I want to." He slipped out of his own shoes and grinned. "Turn around and let me rub your shoulders." He shifted her around so that her back was to him, and she felt him release the zipper. Then his strong fingers were rubbing the tightness out of the muscles in her shoulders. Firmly, insidiously, gently, his fingers worked their magic, and his voice softened. "Is this better?" he asked huskily.
"Yes," she agreed somewhat breathlessly, because slowly he had worked his hands lower, kneading the flesh on either side of her spine. Her lips parted in a silent moan. A stream of heat was traveling down her spine, keeping pace with his hands.
"Your skin is hot," he murmured, and touched his lips to her neck. His long, lean fingers inched around her ribcage. Briefly his fingers brushed against the underside of one of her breast, and Kim heard him inhale sharply. "You're not wearing a bra."
"I was afraid the line would show under the material of the dress." She chuckled.
"If I had known that, I'm not sure I would have made it through the ceremony so well."
She twisted so that she could see his face. "It would have affected you that much?"
"Everything about you affects me that much," he said, and closed his hands over her body. "I'm that hungry for you." He straightened his legs out along the sofa cushions and pulled her against him.
"Our clothes are going to be ruined," she said shakily, realizing that her bejeweled dress had twisted up around her thighs and the bodice had been pushed down to her waist. "Maybe we should go upstairs."
"We should," he agreed gruffly, peeling off his shirt and tossing it across the room. He reached again for her and began working her gown off her body. "But I can't seem to stop what I've started." Once he had her gown off, he pulled her high up his chest so he could nuzzle her neck.
Kim moaned. They've made love before, countless times, but she had never felt like this before - a different kind of excitement, hot and wanting even more. Her lace petticoat stroked against her legs as she wiggled them off.
"Oh, Kim. Be still." She could feel his chest rising and falling heavily. "Let me go at my own pace," he pleaded, "or I'll never be able to make it as good for you as I want."
"Yes, you will." She smiled into his eyes.
He groaned and buried his face in her neck. "If you only knew."
"What?"
"How beautiful you are naked. And how hungry I am for you. Will I ever be able to get enough of you, I wonder? I want to show you so much."
"Then show me." She stroked his jaw and kissed him.
"I thought you wanted food?"
"Are you hungry?" She asked.
"Only for you."
"Then food can wait."
He swept her up in his arms. "I'll take you upstairs," he said with a notable tremor in his voice.
"You will?" she asked, nibbling on his ear.
Even though he knew there would be no one to bother them, Gerald wrapped his tuxedo jacket around her in an exceedingly protective gesture. Carrying her in his arms, he made his way out of the study and up the stairs.
Holding fast to him, Kim marveled at the strength that allowed him to carry her so easily. New excitement coursed through her. "Ge," she breathed into his ear.
"Kimmy," he murmured raggedly, lowering her onto the step above him, so that she was standing almost level with him.
"God! How can I wait?" His mouth came down to hers with such fierceness, Kim could only hold on to him. His tongue seemed as if it were plundering her mouth, his hands felt as if they were ravaging her body.
He was half sitting, half lying on the step below her, cradling her against his arm so that she was lying sideways on the step above and in no discomfort. And even if she had been, she thought feverishly, she didn't know whether she would have noticed. His hand continued to survey her body, seeming to take her easily to some high, mysterious brink, then soothe her back from it, and then in the very next moment repeat the process all over again.
Then suddenly with a muttered oath he lifted her and carried her the remaining distance into their room. There, with a thrilling haste, he unfastened his trousers and stepped out of them. With his eyes fixed hotly on hers he drew off the rest of his clothing until he, too, was naked. Then grasping her arms, he crushed his mouth to hers and began walking her backward the few steps necessary until she fell onto the soft bed.
She writhed, wanting him as badly as the next breath she would take. She felt hot and cold, hard and soft, helpless and strong. It seemed as if his hands and mouth were everywhere, but in reality it was only the effects of them that she was feeling in every cell of her body. "Ge," she moaned, "I'm going to die if you don't make love to me."
"With the pleasure I'm going to bring you," he whispered as he raised his hips to enter her, "you will think you have died."
And then there was no more talking, only elemental sounds from both of them as he entered her. Wrapping her legs around his back, Kim arched again and again, meeting Gerald's thrusts with twists she hadn't realized she had known how to make. She was on fire and going up in flames. Just as he had said, she thought she would die.
Kim awoke. The room had been darkened, and covers had been pulled up over her. She stirred and felt Gerald's arms tighten around her.
"Ge, we've got to go back downstairs."
"Now?" His voice was deeper and more relaxed than she had ever heard it. It made her want to curve closer onto him.
"Our clothes are down there - my gown, your tuxedo, all those things. What if one of the maids find it in the morning?"
Against the tender skin behind her ear - a place she recognized as one of his favorites- he murmured, "That's what they're supposed to do. Pick up after us."
"But they'll know..."
"What?" he growled, abandoning her ear for the base of her neck. "That I couldn't wait to undress my wife and make love to her? What's so terrible about that?"
"Nothing, I suppose," she replied, loving the sensations he was creating with his mouth. "But I can't stand the idea of that beautiful dress crumpled on the floor."
"The idea didn't seem to bother you so much just a few hours ago." His mouth was now finding its way down to her stomach.
Arching her back against the sheets, she moaned, "Ge! Again?"
He chuckled. "I do have a lot to show you still, don't I? But it can wait. I just thought of something else that's downstairs that we need."
"What?" she asked, sorry now that he had stopped.
"Champagne and all sorts of food. We haven't eaten much today, remember?"
When they entered the study, it was to discover that the champagne had been re-iced and a fresh assortment of food had been laid out. Their clothing had been whisked away somewhere. Kim made her way around the sofa. Tony had managed to keep the fire going. She held out her hands to it. A loud popping sound made her jump, and she looked around just in time to see Gerald pouring a bubbling, golden liquid into tulip shaped glasses.
"Here you are," he said, handing her one. He came toward her, holding his own glass. Touching it to hers, he said softly, "To my wife," then took a sip.
"No. To us. It's delicious," Kim murmured after sampling the wine.
"It is, but I have yet to taste anything that equals the taste of you." He winked.
"Ge!" She could feel herself beginning to blush.
"Come here." He reached for her hand and drew her to the couch with him. He set aside his glass and settled her in his arms.
Kim leaned her head back against his shoulder, at this moment completely happy. Smoothing his hand across the silky material that covered her midriff, Gerald said, "You look enchanting in this negligee. Your body does things to the shape of the gown that I only imagined when I saw it. I like the feel of it under my hand."
Warmth began to flood her veins. "It feels incredible on."
Gerald took her robe from her and tossed it onto the floor. Then shifting until he was lying full length on the couch, he drew her over him. Without bidding, Kim opened her mouth and covered his, while her body absorbed the jolt that went through her.
"If I could reproduce the flavor of your lips, I could rule the world," Gerald muttered, biting her lower lip.
"Would you want to?" Kim asked raggedly. "Rule the world?"
"When I have you in my arms, I do rule the world."
"Ge," she sighed, feeling as if she were melting.
"I love the way you say my name." One of his hands had slipped beneath the low back of her gown and around to the side of her body. The other hand had grasped the material over her buttocks.
"Ge," she whispered again.
He took her tongue into the warm cavern of his mouth, and he began to use his own tongue to lightly tease and play with it until her hips were helplessly undulating against his pelvis. His robe had opened, and she could feel his skin beneath her palm.
"I can't tell you the sensations I'm getting," he groaned with something like pain. She could barely get any word out. Her throat felt clogged, her lips felt as if they were on fire.
He reached between them and drew her gown up over her hips. Lifting her up, he fitted her over him. She gasped in surprise, and he chuckled deep in his throat. "Oh, yes, love. We are definitely going to enjoy our married life."