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Rome Before Noon [NC-17]

Title: Rome Before Noon
Author: materprotectrix
Main character: Richard Gilmore
Second character: Emily Gilmore
Item involved: The New York Times
Setting: Honeymoon 1965, Rome
Type of story: Love
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Stayed up a bit longer to reread it (I'm sleepy so forgive the mistakes I didn't catch) and post it. Note that I know very little about Rome and The NY Times, so forgive the lack of details there.

"Emily?" Richard called from the large comfortable chair in the main room of the hotel suite, "Have you seen my New York Times paper? I can't find it anywhere."

Emily walked into the room, the light-weight silk outfit she had on floated gracefully in the air behind her. "Richard, dear, please don't shout from room to room. The other guests in the hotel will think we're obnoxious."

"Wait until they hear us in bed," he said, grinning at her mischievously.

"Richard!"

"We're allowed, Emily. It is our honeymoon. Besides, we're in Rome. Nobody knows us here, so we can be as loud and obnoxious as we want. Once we leave, they won't remember us, anyway."

"Yes, well," she trailed off and fiddled with her sleeve.

Richard enjoyed making her blush, but he knew when to quit, so he put the bedroom thoughts in the back of his mind and continued his quest for the paper.

"Are you sure you haven't seen my paper," he asked her.

"Is that why you married me?" she teased. "To keep track of your belongings?"

"Well, that's one of the reasons," he teased back.

"I knew it was a mistake helping you find your cufflink on one of our first dates. I could have been Mrs. Somebody Else if I hadn't found it."

"Yes, but Mr. Somebody Else wouldn't love you as much as I do." He smiled sweetly and knew she couldn't resist. She never could resist his smile. It made him look like such an innocent boy. And he was. For the most part.

"I'll go get your paper," she said, letting him know that he had won their pretend battle.

"Thank you."

She left the room and came back a few minutes later with the paper. She handed it to him.

"It was in your carry-on bag where you put it when we got off the plane. You might have found it faster if you'd bothered to get out of that chair." Some times it was hard to tell if she was joking with him or if her tone was actually a serious one.

"I'm resting," he said as his excuse for sitting there. "That flight took forever and think I'm entitled to a bit of rest on my honeymoon."

"It's our honeymoon," she corrected, "And I haven't sat down since we got here. Luggage doesn't put its self away, you know."

"The luggage can wait," he told her, gesturing for her to come to him. "Come sit down."

"The luggage can wait if you want to wear wrinkled clothes," she replied.

"That's what they make irons for. Now come sit."

"Just let me finish hanging up these few things and I will gladly sit," she said as she carried some dresses from one side of the room to the other and placed them into the closet.

Richard crossed his legs and started reading his paper, but he couldn't help but glance over it to watch Emily as she went back and forth from suitcase to closet. As they were checking in at the front desk, he'd whispered into her ear that he couldn't wait to get her to their room and make love to her. Her reply was, "It's not even noon!" Apparently no one has sex before noon. Not according to Emily, they didn't. This is where The New York Times came in. It would take his mind off the fact that he wanted his new bride as soon as possible. But it didn't seem to be having the desired effect.

He looked at the little clock sitting on the table. 10:51am. When Emily wasn't looking, he reached over and grabbed the clock, turned the minute hand ahead several turns and sat it back down on the table. He put his paper on the arm of the chair and walked over to Emily. She was arranging the clothes in the closet to her idea of perfection.

Richard wrapped his arms around her from behind and she jumped at his touch. She was so busy with the clothes that she didn't notice him approaching her. He laughed at her reaction and pulled her tightly against him, nuzzling his face in her neck.

"Richard, I'm trying to get this done," she said, trying to ignore the urge to take comfort in his embrace.

"So I am," he whispered.

A smile spread across her face and she quickly erased it.

"Let's go into the bedroom so I can thank you for becoming my wife," he said as he kissed her neck and nibbled her ear.

"Not now." She wanted to, but she had her ideas of what was proper and what wasn't, and making love so early in the day was simply not one of the proper things.

Richard turned her around and instructed her to look at the clock. "It's after noon."

"Well, in that case, all right."

He took her hand and lead her into the large bedroom with the double bed. The room was done in blue and gold with a matching blue comforter on the bed. But neither of them were concerning themselves with the décor at that moment.

At the edge of the bed, Richard put his hands on Emily's hips and drew her near to him. She looked up at him and he smiled a smile that seemed to say, "At last."

He leaned his head down to meet her and they exchanged gentle, brief kisses before engaging in a long passionate one that seemed to go on for the longest time.

Taking a break from the kiss, Emily suggested that she go into the bathroom to get undressed.

"You'll do no such thing," Richard ordered. "We're married now. You can get undressed in front of me."

"But--"

"No buts. Respect the wishes of your husband," he said with a wink.

"Very well," she conceded and began undressing herself. When she noticed he was just standing there watching her and not undressing his own self, she felt even more self conscious.

"Richard, am I going to be the only one not dressed or will you be removing your clothes some time today as well?"

"Oh, I will. But you first."

She knew there was no point in arguing the matter, so she continued to strip down to just her bra and panties.

"And those?" he asked, referring to the remaining garments.

"All in good time," she teased. "Now, it's your turn."

Richard smiled. "You do it."

"What?"

"Come here and undress me."

"Richard, surely you've learned by now how to undress yourself without any help."

"It's not as fun doing it ones self."

"It certainly isn't," she agreed, naughtily.

She stepped closer to him and reached up to undo his tie. Deciding to leave a lasting impression on him, she removed it from his collar with her teeth. The expression on his face was better than she had hoped it would be. She unbuttoned his shirt and helped him remove it, taking time to slide her hands slowly down his strong shoulders and upper arms.

"Now for the fun part," he said.

Emily smiled and removed his belt, then undid the front of his trousers. She grabbed hold of each side and as she pulled them slowly down his legs, she came to a full squat near the floor. She took her time standing back up, letting her hands run up the sides of his long legs. Next she removed his silky boxer shorts and smiled at his excitement.

She stood back up to embrace him in another passionate kiss before he suddenly tossed her onto the bed.

"Richard!" she shouted. "I'm not a rag doll you can just toss around--"

He climbed onto the bed, straddled her and leaned his face down to hers. "Be quiet, Emily."

The very idea of him telling her to be quiet made her have second thoughts on what kind of man he was. But when he winked at her and started to kiss her, she knew he was just trying to put some mystery into the whole thing. She allowed herself to indulge in the moment.

After kissing her for some time, Richard took both of her wrists and held them above her head with one hand. His other hand he used to slide down her cheek, down her neck, down her chest and finally to caress her left breast. He pinched her nipple several times causing her to make audible gasps. She didn't expect this sort of thing from him, but she didn't discourage it, either.

She tried to break free from his grasp but it was no use. One of his hands was twice as strong as both of hers. She finally gave in and stopped struggling, leaned her head back and closed her eyes and he continued what he was doing.

Then she felt two fingers slip into her and she tensed up quickly, her eyes flinging open and her head lifting up to look down at what he was doing.

"It works better if you relax, Emily," he said as he slid his fingers in and out of her.

"Richard! Let me go," she demanded. She wasn't about to lay there while he did whatever he wanted regardless of what she had to say about it.

"Shhh," he hissed at her and kept doing what he was doing. All the while his eyes never looking away from hers.

After a few moments, she realized that he knew what he was doing and that he was doing it well. She relaxed, he smiled and she once again closed her eyes to enjoy the moment.

When he figured she was ready for him, he let her know. He removed his fingers and she begged for him not to stop. Her eyes were closed tight and she squirmed beneath him, yearning for him to continue.

"Are you ready, Emily?" he whispered to her.

"Yes. Yes!"

He reached down and guided his cock into her, letting out a quiet moan as he felt her surround him. Her moan, however, was much louder. His arousal level shot up when he heard her reaction to him entering her.

He started slow and took a moment to get his rhythm going. She quickly fell into place with him. Rather than remain predictable, he changed his pace and threw in some different thrusts here and there so she'd be taken by surprise. Each time he did, she let out a different cry of pleasure that drove him even closer to the edge.

Still holding her wrists, she struggled for the words to tell him to let her go. Finally she managed to verbally get her point across, but he wasn't ready to let her go. As they neared the end, he thrusted himself harder into her. Tears of pleasure streamed down her face and sweat trickled down his own. He let go of her wrists just as he released himself into her. The fingers of her left hand tangled themselves into his hair and her other hand grabbed onto his rear, pulling him closer into her as they climaxed together.

As they lay side by side catching their breath, they noticed the blue and gold of the room and agreed it wasn't the best colour choice the hotel could have made.

"I can't imagine why they'd use colours more suitable for a bathroom in here," Richard said.

"I can't imagine, either," she replied. She was on her side with her arm draped over his damp chest and her leg over his. "I also can't imagine why the clock on the nightstand in here says 11:37am while the one in the other room, that you showed me, said well after noon some time ago."

Richard's eyes widened as he looked over at the clock beside him and then down at Emily. She was looking up at him with a curious, accusing look on her face.

"Bad battery?" he asked, innocently, knowing that he was caught red-handed.

Emily laughed and put her head on his shoulder. She heard him sigh with relief and knew that there would most likely be many more bad batteries in their future. And she was glad of it.

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