The Long Road Home (closed)

Sarah couldn't believe that Ian was already asking her father to marry her. It seemed that he was eager, or at least had already made up his mind long ago, that she was going to be the one that he married. The thought made her feel strange. On one hand, she couldn't think of a better husband. On the other, she was still scared to death of what their marriage would mean.

"If you're so sure about this, Ian...why are we waiting?" She asked him, turning away from her father to look at the man that professed to love her so much.
 
"I've always been sure. I've been waitin' for you t'decide it's what you want too." Ian's voice then softened. "I know you're scared. I don' want ya t'be afraid when we say our vows. Besides, it means more to me t'have you be comfortable than t'have some ol' priest tell me I can be 'bound in God's eyes too'."
 
"I'm not afraid." Was Sarah's answer, even as her voice trembled at the thought.

After Brogan, marriage had never been something that she thought about. It was a poiltical tool, one that united kingdoms and something that scared her. Cassie had won that prize, even though she had Ian at her side now.
 
"Y'were always a bad liar t'me," Ian stepped forward to kiss her forehead. Stephen smiled gently at the sight.

"I'll let you two be." He touched Sarah's cheek lightly before he left them, and he took Shia with him to talk with the huge wolf.
 
"When I said to ask my father for permission, I didn't mean right away." Sarah grumbled as Ian wrapped her in his tight embrace. "Now every time he looks at me, he'll wonder if that wedding will happen soon."
 
"Don' worry, I'll talk to 'im an' Jessie," Ian smiled and laid his head against hers. "There's no rush 'r pressure, love." He seemed so relaxed in that moment, happy with where life was leading. He'd always been quite easily contented, but with Sarah, he was even more so.
 
Sarah sighed as Ian leaned in close, a smile on his features. She couldn't help but smile in return. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling herself close as she kissed him passionately to seal their deal.
 
Ian's arms tightened around her at her kiss, and he gladly indulged himself in such a sweet and consuming kiss. When their lips parted, he set his forehead against hers with a handsome grin. "Have I told ya yet how beautiful y'are?"

Ian was a man deeply in love, and it was easy to see for anyone.
 
With a soft chuckle, Ian decided to sweep her off her feet to carry her away to a place where they wouldn't be found. His home being so far from the keep, he decided on Sarah's room instead in its out-of-the-way location at the back of the keep near the garden. He carried her away, and soon, she felt the softness of her bed beneath her back and Ian pressing closer and closer as he sought another warm and passionate kiss.
 
Sarah kissed her lover as she was suddenly placed on her bed, Ian's body pressing intimately against hers. She moaned softly as their hands explored one another over their clothing, heightening the intimate moment that they had stolen away to have.
 
Ian seemed to relax into loving her in that moment. He was simply glad to enjoy her company, and thrilled as could be that she loved him so. He took his time in unlacing her dress, laying it aside so that his lips could seek out and caress the lovely curves of her slender neck and shoulders. He made it his mission to show her how deeply he appreciated her beautiful form without words.
 
Sarah whimpered hotly as Ian kissed and loved her shoulders and neck. She had never been with a man in her life that made her feel the way that Ian did. He loved her no matter what and was intent on showing her that every single day they had together.
 
When her underclothes got in the way of his soft caresses and kisses, he pulled them away. When she laid bare, he sat up on his knees above her, his eyes drinking in the lovely sight before him. The appreciation was clear in his eyes, as well as the craving. Still, he was enjoying their exploration too much to rush, and soon he laid down and drew her up on top of him, welcoming her to explore as she had let him. His hands still stroked over her hips and thighs and waist and occasionally over the soft curve of her bottom and lower back.
 
As Ian turned them so she was straddling his waist, she simply looked down at her lover. She made no move to remove his clothing, his hands gently caressing down her naked flesh. She was studying him, considering what they had between them.

"If we married...would you promise to treat me as you do now?" She asked him softly, letting him slowly see the fears and reservations that she had about legally binding herself to him.
 
Ian's smile faded to a concerned expression as he once again saw that her greatest fear was that their relationship would be ruined by wedlock. He sat up, wrapping his arms around her middle, and he met her eyes unflinchingly. "Sarah, nothin' can change the way I treat you. Especially not a ring or some priest givin' me a whole list o' vows t'say that I already promised m'self a long time ago. I promise you, nothin's goin' t'change between us... 'Cept maybe me gettin' t'proudly call ya my wife in public."
 
"What about children? I don't think I'd be a good mother." Sarah said softly as he promised that absolutely nothing would change between them when they were married.
 
"I think you'd be great, an' I know with both of us, we could do it. But if you need time t'think about it, tha's fine with me. An' if y'decide y'don't want any... well, tha's okay too." He was willing to do anything for her to be happy. Even as much as he looked forward to being a father one day, he was more concerned with Sarah than children.
 
Sarah was quiet for another long moment before she started to undress Ian. She was silent, methodical, and as soon as he was bare, she slipped down his body to his hardening cock. Before she wrapped her lips around him, she looked up into his eyes and gave him a small smile.

"Then, yes, I will marry you." She said as she wrapped her lips around the head of his beautiful cock.
 
Ian was caught little off-guard by the way she sealed the deal, but it couldn't have been more welcome. He forced himself to relax, letting out a deep, shaky breath at the sudden onset of pleasure. "Yer gonna kill me before y'get a chance if y'treat me like this, love..." He chuckled softly, but it was cut off by a deep groan.
 
Sarah hummed her answer as she suckled his cock and took him to the root. She sighed softly as she felt his throbbing against her tongue and she knew that she had fallen head over heels in love with him.
 
Ian would never get used to how she took him in completely, and that was met by an even longer louder groan as his fingers instinctively tangled in her dark locks. He was sure his heart was going to beat out of his chest and he was going to drown. "Gods... oh, Gods, y'sweet lass..." he breathed, hardly able to do that much.
 
Sarah had a kind of power when she was with Ian. She took full advantage of it as well. She took him for a wild ride, sucking his cock until right when he was ready to burst when she pulled her lips off.

"I love you, Ian." She said innocently, giving him the smile of a seductress.
 
Ian stared up at her with something between shock and hazy lust. But that turned to a smirk as he decided it was time to get her back for her torture. He had no trouble turning the tables and laying her on her back once more. His lips found her peaked pink nipple immediately while two thick fingers pressed into her folds, skimming her sensitive bud before diving into her damp entrance with abandon, stroking firmly at a medium pace. It was never as good as his thick shaft, but it was one hell of a way to build up to it, even more so when his thumb began to trace torturous circles around her clit.
 
Sarah laughed softly as he tumbled her to her back, his lips circling around her nipple and drawing on it so intensely that her entire body quaked her pleasure. She whimpered and moaned as his fingers pressed into her folds, his thumb tracing tortuous circles around her clit.

"Gods, Ian...touch my clit." She gasped, her hips struggling to follow the path of his thumb and frustratingly failing every time.
 
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