After the Wedding

By Lady Athena

Disclaimer: Nadia belongs to Toho/Ichimura Collection/Sogo Vision and ADV Films. The only thing I own is the plot. Thank you.

A/N: I am currently having a slight case of writer's block for my longer story. I have had this other idea in my head for quite some time, so I'm gonna write it. This story is "R" rated. It's about Jean and Nadia's wedding night. I've always been curious about that aspect of their relationship, so here you go. Enjoy!

It had been a beautiful ceremony. Grandis was her Maid of Honor, while Marie and Electra, and Icolina were her bridesmaids. The Best Man was Hanson, while Echo and Sanson were Jean's groomsmen. She had never felt so happy in her entire life until the day she married Jean.

Touching her lips, she smiled as she remembered their kiss at the altar. It had left even Sanson shell-shocked at the amount of passion that was thrust into one kiss. Thinking about it still gave her goosebumps and made her feel all giddy inside.

She spun around in front of the full-length mirror she was standing in front of. Her skirt twirled like a bell and she began to giggle gleefully. She remembered how she almost tripped on that very skirt, while she was walking towards the altar.

She remembered how she and Jean blushed when they saw each other in their wedding outfits. He must have complimented her a dozen times that night. She felt her face redden slightly when she remembered some of the more intimate things he had told her. She figured that he must have spoken to Sanson before the wedding.

She then felt a pair of arms encircle her waist from behind. She smiled shyly as she turned around to embrace her husband. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned forward to kiss him. This kiss, however, was even more passionate than the ones they had shared that night. She pressed her body full to his and moved her hands down his back, caressing him through the fabric. She suddenly felt an unknown heat surround her body as she felt him do the same to her. All of a sudden, she wished that his shirt weren't there.

Suddenly, she felt his kisses move southward. He placed kisses on her neck and also nibbled on the tender flesh from time to time. She closed her eyes as the pleasure her husband was giving her engulfed her senses.

Then her husband's name escaped from her mouth. "Jean…" she said in a whisper like voice.

Jean, curious, faced his wife and asked, "Is there something wrong, Nadia?"

Disappointed that the pleasure was taken from her, she tried to bite back her pleas by saying, "Of course not, Jean. Why should anything be wrong?" It's all she could say without screaming at him to continue.

Jean removed himself from her, nervous. "Well, you said my name, so I thought that you needed something."

Nadia took notice of his nervousness and smirked. "You're scared."

Jean blinked. "Of what?"

Nadia turned from him and said, "Of making love to me, of course."

Jean turned bright red. Nadia turned back to him, noticed his face, and laughed. "I don't understand how you could be so bold and tell me all of those naughty things, but you can't actually do them physically."

"Well, aren't you scared?" he inquired, innocently.

At that, Nadia fell silent. She felt more than scared. She was terrified, but her plan was to not let him know that. However, plans do tend to fail.

"You are, aren't you?"

Her silence was enough of an answer for Jean. He sighed and pulled her into his arms. Her eyes became wide at the sudden gesture of affection. Not that he hadn't shown affection before, but right then, things were a little different.

"We don't have to do this tonight, if you're not ready, Nadia. I can wait for you."

Touched by his words and sincerity, she knew then that she wanted to unite their souls that night. She wanted to be his as much as she wanted to make him hers.

"No, Jean. I'm ready right now. We shouldn't do this standing up, though. Why don't we move this to the bed?" she suggested.

Looking at the bed, Jean swallowed…hard. His fantasizes were becoming realizations, but he was truly too afraid to touch her. He thought that he might break her, if he did.

"Why don't we take off our clothes first and then get into bed?" he suggested to Nadia. He then noticed that his wife had a gleam in her eye and cringed. Was she mad at him?

"Hmm…that might not be such a bad idea. Come closer, Jean," she told him, the gleam in her eye still there.

He did as she said and then he felt her hands fly up to his collar. Curious, he waited for her to do what she needed to do. On impulse, he placed his hands over hers, only to notice that they were trembling.

"No, Jean, don't. I want to do this," she said as she undid the top button of his shirt. His eyes grew large as he realized that Nadia wanted to undress him. His heart began to pound rapidly at the very thought of it.

Once she reached the middle of his shirt, another impulse overtook Jean as he pulled Nadia in for a kiss. Very different from all of their other kisses, Jean slipped his tongue into Nadia's mouth right away and tasted her in earnest. Nadia moaned against his mouth as she tried to concentrate on his shirt buttons at the same time. Jean pulled away from her mouth slightly and nibbled on Nadia's lower lip. He then pulled away completely, leaving both of them with red faces and swollen lips.

"Please, Nadia. Let me get you out of that dress. I need to see you," he said, while he gave her a libidinous look.

Nadia blushed brightly at how Jean was acting. She would have never suspected him to be this forward. Maybe she was wrong.

Nadia nodded, giving Jean her approval. He turned her around gently as he began to undo the buttons in the back of her dress.

For every button he undid, Jean placed a tender kiss on Nadia's bare flesh. Nadia bit back a moan of pleasure for every time he kissed her. However, once he kissed the small of her back, she let out a small cry of pleasure.

"Jean, please. Let me finish your shirt." Nadia then faced him and proceeded to finish what she left off.

Once she finished the last few buttons, she reached up and removed his glasses. She placed them on their dresser and then went back to undressing him. Nadia then slipped his shirt off completely. She splayed her hands across his chest, placing little kisses on him, here and there.

Jean groaned at the sensations he was getting from her lips on his chest. His hands moved into her perfectly held up bun and undid it. Her hair was let loose around her shoulders. Despite its short length, it was like silk to him.

Nadia moved back slightly and then let her fingers dance across the waistband of Jean's pants. Jean then gently removed her hands from his pants and raised an eyebrow.

"Something wrong?" she asked.

"Only that you're still mostly clothed in comparison to me," he said, smirking.

Nadia blushed. "Oh, umm…did you…?"

"Like you wouldn't believe." He placed his hands on her shoulders and moved the dress down. Soon, it slipped all the way down on its own, leaving Nadia in nothing but undergarments.

"Now," he began, "you can finish."

Before she did, she smiled at him. "Hey, Jean?"

"Yes, Nadia?"

She grinned. "I like you this way." She moved her hands to the rim of his pants and then clutched onto his belt buckle. He wasn't wearing his usual suspenders, and Nadia was having a little trouble with the belt. Jean chuckled at his wife's confusion and said, "Here, I'll do this part."

Jean removed his belt and then Nadia slipped it off of him. She then moved to unbutton his pants. She undid the two buttons that were there and through the tiny creak at the top of them, she could see his boxers. He blushed and said, "Well, shan't we finish you off, too?"

Nadia was shaking. She was in her underwear and in front of Jean. Before then, she would have pounded him for seeing her in this state. Right then, however, she was strangely turned on at the fact that he could see her like that.

"Umm…where do you want me to start?" he asked. She could tell that he was nervous, too.

"Oh, umm…how about my slip. That will come right off," she suggested, trying to hide her nervousness.

Jean swallowed. "Ok, your slip it is." He placed his hands on the rim of Nadia's slip, closed his eyes, and pushed it down. Once it was off, Nadia kicked it to one side of the room. Her bra and underwear were all that was left of her clothing.

Nadia looked at the remainder of Jean's clothing. She reached his pants with trembling hands and pulled them down. Jean kicked them to another side of the room.

"Well, we could get into bed like this, unless you want to continue," Jean said, hoping that she would choose not to continue.

Nadia knew that he didn't want to go on, but she wasn't about to quit. She placed her hands on the rim of his boxers and Jean grit his teeth. She slipped them off of him, slowly.

Nadia looked on at Jean's aroused member in awe. She'd never seen one before then, so, being the curious that she was, she placed her hands directly on it. This resulted in a very loud moan from Jean.

"Was that wrong?" she asked, worried.

Jean looked at her, wide eyed. "That was anything but wrong, Nadia. That was wonderful. Please do whatever you like, just don't hurt me."

"How will I know what doesn't hurt?"

"Your instincts should be able to help you with that. I'm not very good at figuring out how girls think. Beautiful women, in your case," he said, pulling her really close to him. Nadia blushed as she felt a warm feeling in her loins.

"You're doing a brilliant job of it, so far. Just keep this up," Nadia told him as she tried to grind herself into him. When she did this, they both let out low growls of pleasure.

"Nadia, I think that you should remove the rest of your clothing. If I do, I'll lose self control and make love to you standing up," Jean warned her as he eyed her scantily clad body with lust.

"If I do it myself, I'll make you watch," she said with mirth.

"Oh, how I love you, my beautiful Nadia," he said, sitting down on the bed, waiting for Nadia to finish undressing.

Nadia raised an eyebrow. "Only beautiful?"

Jean grinned at her. "You're right. You are also sensuous and very sexy."

Nadia half smiled at him. "That's better." She then proceeded to remove her undergarments. This would have been less torturous for Jean if she hadn't done it so slowly.

Nadia, fully naked, tackled Jean onto the bed, so that he was lying on his back with her on top of him. Jean then realized something.

"You know what, Nadia? I don't think I've ever heard you compliment me about my looks."

Nadia raised her eyebrows at him. "Really? I never noticed."

"I just realized it myself. Why haven't you?"

Nadia shrugged. "Maybe it's because I thought that you might think that it was too feminine to compliment a guy on his looks."

"I never thought that."

"Since I know now, I'll compliment you more often. How's that?" Nadia asked.

"Better. You can start now, if you like."

"I umm…I think that you're smart," Nadia said lamely.

"What's that have to do with looks? Don't you think I'm good looking at all?"

Truthfully, Nadia had never thought about his looks before. She fell in love with him for his personality. She realized then if there really was any physical attraction on her part, she had never noticed it.

Looking at her husband, she began to notice his features. His scraggly reddish-brown hair, long lashes, bright blue eyes, and well-toned body. She had noticed that he had filled out considerably well in the past seven years. He also looked good in his glasses. In her opinion, she thought that they not only made him look intelligent, but sexy, as well. Nadia suddenly saw more than just his wonderful personality and intelligence. She saw a very handsome young man and that he was her husband.

"Jean, before we make love, I've got something to say to you."

"What is it?"

She lowered her lips to his right ear and whispered, "You know how sexy you look when your hair isn't cut?" She said this in a very seductive way, in hopes that it would excite him. When she pulled back, she noticed that Jean was giving her a libidinous look again. In a flash, she was on her back and he was on top of her.

Nadia looked at him with wide eyes. "Jean?"

"Let me take charge for once, Nadia. It seems as though you always do."

Before Nadia could reply, she felt Jean nibbling on her neck, leaving love bites wherever his mouth was.

Nadia groaned in pleasure. Jean made his way down to her collarbone, kissing the flesh there gently. Once he reached her breasts, he stopped. He was feeling nervous again. Nadia sighed and reached upward, embracing him. She wondered why he was so nervous. He had seen her naked before. As a matter of fact, she had hugged him when she was naked once.

"Jean, you shouldn't be nervous," she said. "You've seen me naked before."

"I know I have, but I've never been able to touch you like this before. I'm scared that I might hurt you."

"Well then, let me encourage you," she said, lustfully as she reached down and pulled on his member slightly.

He arched his back and then threw Nadia back onto the bed. Nadia was startled by his aggressiveness, but found it exciting, too. He quickly palmed one breast and squeezed it lightly, causing Nadia to let out a small squeal of shock.

His other hand moved lower, to where it couldn't be seen under the covers. Curious as to what he was doing, Nadia lifted her head slightly so she could see; only to let it fall back down as she moaned in pleasure.

"Jean…what are you doing?" Nadia managed to breathe out.

He stopped momentarily to ask, "Why? Don't you like it?"

"Like it? I love it! Keep going before I pound you!" Nadia warned.

Jean continued pleasuring her lower regions while his mouth suckled one of her breasts. His other hand was still on the breast that it was working on before.

Nadia felt as though she was going to burst from the amount of pleasure that she was receiving. She clamped her legs around Jean's hand as she climaxed silently.

Jean removed his mouth and hands from her and licked off the hand that had been between her legs, right in front of her.

Nadia turned red in the face as she watched her husband lick his fingers. The act was turning her on all over again.

She sat up and licked his fingers, too. Soon, their tongues met and they kissed. Jean let his hands roam Nadia's bare back, enjoying her flesh meshed against his.

One of Nadia's hands moved down Jean's chest, while they kissed, and grabbed on to his member. Jean groaned into her mouth as she began to caress it lightly with the tips of her fingers.

While doing this, Nadia moved her mouth to the right side of Jean's shoulders, suckling and licking the flesh there.

Jean threw his head back in pleasure, while Nadia continued her ministrations on him. Jean knew that he was going to climax at any minute, so he removed Nadia's hands and placed her back onto the bed, gently. Nadia looked at Jean with some fear in her eyes. He kissed her quickly to reassure her and then he spread her legs wide enough for him to enter her.

"Jean, will…will this hurt?" Nadia asked, biting her lower lip.

Jean lowered his eyes. "I…I don't know. Maybe a little bit a first, but I'm really not too sure. You know that I haven't done this before."

"I know. I was just thinking that maybe Sanson-"

"Gave me some advice?" Jean finished for her. "Well, he didn't. I wanted it to be a surprise for both of us. I didn't want you to feel left out."

Nadia smiled and placed a hand on the right side of his face, caressing his cheek. "I love you, Jean."

Jean took both of Nadia's hands into his own and kissed them. "I love you, as well, Nadia."

Jean positioned himself in between Nadia's legs. He looked at her and asked, "Are you ready?"

Nadia nodded and Jean pushed into her slowly. Nadia winced as she felt a slight pain course through her body. She suddenly felt something drip down her thighs. Her eyes widened in fear.

"Jean, I feel something in between my legs and it's dripping!"

Jean looked in between her legs and noticed a red liquid dripping on each of her thighs. He concluded that it was blood. He also knew that he grew faint at the sight of blood, however, he had been able to control it for the past seven years.

He lifted his head and looked at his wife. "It's blood, Nadia."

She freaked. "Why am I bleeding, Jean! Tell me!"

"Well, I penetrated your barrier. It's like a wall that protects your virginity. Now, it's gone."

She raised an eyebrow at him. "Did Sanson tell you this?"

He grinned sheepishly at her. "Actually, I read about it in a book."

She blinked. "There are books about this kind of stuff?"

"Yes, of course there are. They're made mostly for medical purposes, however," Jean explained.

"Jean?"

"Yes, Nadia?"

"Let's finish this, okay?"

Jean nodded. "Right." So he began to push in and out of her.

She felt a little sore at beginning, but then she began to feel Jean's rhythm against her body and kept in time with him.

Jean felt her muscles clench around him and he groaned. Nadia felt him thrust deeper into her and she let out a low moan.

They panted as their bodies meshed together as one. Suddenly, Nadia yelped, climaxing all over Jean's member, which was still inside of Nadia.

Jean, when he felt Nadia's juices cover his member, he growled and climaxed into Nadia. Nadia fell back first from exhaustion; Jean fell on top of her for a few seconds and then moved himself to the other side of the bed, spooning Nadia from behind.

"Love you, Jean," Nadia mumbled, falling asleep.

Jean wrapped his arms around her waist and closed his eyes. The last thing he said was, "Me too, Nadia."

The two slept comfortably that night, wrapped up in each other's love and warmth.

The End

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