When no answer came from the room, Joyce quietly opened the door, “Are you decent, Vicky?” she whispered, and peeked inside, “Oh…” Joyce shielded her eyes because Vicky was not alone. Sometime in the night Aidan had let herself in to Vicky’s room, and crawled into bed with her. They were both sound asleep, spooning closely, with the sheet gathered just below their shoulders. Aidan’s long arms were wrapped around Vicky, her face buried beneath her hair, and her breasts pressed up against Vicky’s back. Vicky unconsciously pulled Aidan’s arm tighter around her and drew her hand up under her chin.
Joyce stood there for a moment, trying to decide what she should do; wake them up or let them sleep a while longer. She knew the two lovers had been to hell and back over the past few months, and the very fact that Aidan couldn’t stay away from Vicky, even for one night, told Joyce that they didn’t need her intruding on their dreams at that moment, so she backed out of the room and went back to face her wife.
“Is she up?” Ellen called from the bathroom.
Joyce disrobed, and joined Ellen in the shower, “No, I didn’t have the heart to wake her,” Joyce said, as she took the soap from her lover’s hand, and began to bathe her back.
Perplexed, Ellen asked, “Why not? She needs to start getting ready soon.”
Joyce explained to Ellen that Vicky wasn’t alone in her bed, and she felt that the two of them looked like they really needed some togetherness time right then.
Ellen was going to protest but thought better of it, because she knew first hand that love will not be denied, even on their wedding day.
“You are such a romantic, Joyce. Why if I didn’t know better I’d swear you planned the whole thing just so you could get in the shower with me.”
Joyce turned her around, and winked at Ellen. “You know me to well,” she replied, and then pulled Ellen in close so that their stomachs touched, and kissed her so deeply, that Ellen’s knees almost buckled.
“Oh yes, I think you’re right. Let her sleep just a few minutes more.” Ellen cupped Joyce’s right breast and pinched the tip, producing a groan from Joyce.
*
Vicky rolled over and buried her face in Aidan’s shoulder, tucking her small hands up under her chin, a smile on her sleeping face. She was dreaming of dancing with her father as a child, in preparation for their dance at her wedding.
~*~
“Okay, now you step on my feet…,” Vicky, small for her ten years of age, was trying to teach her best friend how to dance. The problem was that her best friend, Aidan, was tall for her eleven years and had bigger feet.
“I’m too big to stand on your feet silly,” Aidan looked down at Vicky’s tiny feet compared to her perceived big gunboats, and feared she might hurt her friend.
“But how am I going to teach you to dance like my daddy taught me? Come on, don’t be a scaredy cat,” she teased Aidan until finally she relented and stepped on Vicky’s feet.
“Ouch! Get off!” Vicky pushed Aidan off her feet and proceeded to jump around the room as if her feet were on fire.
“Told you so,” Aidan said, laughing at Vicky.
“May I cut in?” Vicky’s father, Leonard, had been watching the girls from the door, smiling at their antics, especially his daughter’s, who was the spitting image of him and every bit the daddy’s girl.
Aidan was afraid of him because as far as she knew, fathers were mean, hurtful people who didn’t like their daughters very much. Leonard had been trying to get her to warm up to him since she first started coming over to play with Vicky. He didn’t know the reasons behind her fear, but he felt compelled to convince her he was a nice person.
Aidan unconsciously stood back in the corner and watched, as Vicky’s father came in and directed Vicky to stand on his feet. He held out his hands out to Vicky, and she placed her tiny hands inside them, barely covering his palms, and together they waltzed around the room. Vicky beamed up at her father with love, and Leonard’s heart melted, as it always did where Vicky was concerned. He looked over at Aidan, who was watching them closely, but made no move to join them.
After a few minutes, when they had finished their dance, Vicky chirped, “Now, teach Aidan to dance, Daddy!”
“Sure honey, if she’ll let me?” Leonard held out his hand to Aidan, but when she didn’t move Leonard said, “It’s okay Aidan, you don’t have to dance with me if you don’t want to, but I’m a very good teacher, just ask Vicky.” Leonard waited patiently, willing to give Aidan extra time to make up her mind.
But Vicky wasn’t as patient with Aidan as her father was, and she walked over to her, and took her hand, pulling her towards her father. “Come on, don’t be an old scaredy cat,” she coaxed.
Aidan finally relented to prove that she was not a scaredy cat. Though she was intimidated, she bravely climbed up on Leonard’s feet and held onto his hands. He towered over her like a giant, and she felt a little anxious at first, but when he looked down at her and smiled, asking if she was comfortable, she nodded her head, and let him move her around the room. She managed to stay on for the entire time and even laughed once or twice, forgetting for the time being that she was afraid.
“You’re a very good dancer, Aidan,” Leonard said to her encouragingly.
Aidan looked up at him bashfully and said, “Thank you, sir.”
He smiled down at her and then motioned for Vicky to join them. Aidan moved both of her feet to Leonard’s right foot, while Vicky climbed on top of his other foot. Together the three of them danced around the room, Vicky giggling, Aidan laughing, and Leonard grimacing at the pain in his feet.
Vicky, with all her naïve innocence, looked up at her daddy and asked, “Daddy, will you dance with me at my wedding?” She had seen it on TV and her mother explained that one day her father would dance with her at her wedding, and that it was the most important dance of her life. Vicky had been practicing ever since.
Even though getting married was the furthest thing from Aidan’s mind, she didn’t want to be left out so she looked up at him and said eagerly, “Me too!”
Leonard laughed, not at Aidan, but at how these two young children were already thinking about weddings, even though he was sure neither of them had the slightest idea what that involved. “Why, I’d be most honored to dance with you ladies at your weddings.”
Vicky spoke up again in all virtuousness, “Did you hear that Aidan, he’ll dance with us when I marry you.”
“Wow, that’s really great of you, Mr. Montgomery,” Aidan said with a sheepish grin.
For his part Leonard was shocked that Vicky wanted to marry Aidan. He lent it to the immaturity of his young daughter, never dreaming that they would actually get married one day, because it was never even a possibility in his mind.
~*~
“My wedding!” Vicky woke suddenly with a jolt and set up right, looking around disoriented for a moment. She felt something move beside her and when she looked down, she found Aidan sound asleep, lying nude on her back. When Vicky set up the sheet had gone with her, and the blast of cold air caused Aidan’s nipples to tighten. Even asleep, Aidan’s strong muscular arms, ribbed abdomen, and taut hips, exuded confidence and courage, causing an instant arousal in Vicky.
Vicky’s eyes glistened at the sight of the kindred soul lying beside her. She reached her hand out, fingers trembling as they came close enough to feel the warmth of the soft, tan, round nub of flesh beneath Aidan’s erect tip, but she restrained herself and instead, Vicky brushed back a strand of auburn hair from Aidan’s forehead. Today my dreams come true. Today, I become your wife.
But Vicky couldn’t pull herself away, she had such a need inside of her, a need to watch the cute way her lover’s lips quivered when she exhaled, the need to kiss those quivering lips, just a light kiss to take with me, but as she leaned over to do just that, she remembered again what day it was, and instead, she poked Aidan in the ribs until she woke up.
“Aidan Marie Cassidy! What are you doing in my bed before our wedding
?” Vicky snapped as she pulled the sheet around her breasts, and turned her back to Aidan, a naughty smile on her lips.
Named for her Irish grandfather on her mother’s side, though Aidan wasn’t aware of it, she inherited his auburn hair, sea green eyes and mischievous nature.
Vicky inherited her father’s blond hair and crystal blue eyes, his gregariousness and compassion, while she inherited her mother’s petite frame and sense of style. Only Aidan knows that Vicky giggles when she makes love, and everyone else knows that she dominates when she’s in the board meetings.
Complete opposites in every way, they fell in love as children, and fell in love again, as adults. And today, Aidan, who at one time had given up all hope of seeing Vicky again, could barely believe the euphoria rushing through her at that moment.
“Oh baby, I’m sorry, I just couldn’t help myself.” Aidan sat up and stretched out her long arms, tickling Vicky’s ribs as she did.
Vicky giggled and then sneered, moving further down the bed, out of her lover’s reach. “And I’m glad you couldn’t help yourself, now get out.” She said sternly, hiding her smile from Aidan.
Aidan jumped up and quickly pulled up her jeans, threaded her brown belt through the loops, and then put on her shirt, all the while looking lustfully at Vicky’s creamy back, down to the round rose colored hips, with alluring dimples peeking above the sheet.
“Aidan, are you getting dressed or staring at my back?” Vicky asked, pulling the sheet up over her shoulders.
“Both.” Aidan snickered, as she took out her Sig P229 from the bedside table, and placed it in its holster, clipping it to the left side of her belt. She grabbed her cell phone and slid it into the case, and then clipped it on her right side. Lastly, she clipped her badge to the front of her belt, and looked at Vicky again. “Today I am marrying the most wonderful, beautiful, intelligent, intuitive, compassionate, loving angel on earth,” she stated, as she picked up her shoes and headed for the door.
But Vicky stopped her. “Aidan, wait. Close your eyes,” she commanded, and as Aidan closed her eyes, Vicky let the sheet drop, and walked over to her. She checked to make sure Aidan’s eyes were closed, briefly caressing the bruise under Aidan’s eye, and then she stood on the tips of her toes to be level with Aidan’s lips, and she kissed her. A soft kiss of love that quickly evolved into a steamy kiss of lust. Vicky nipped at Aidan’s bottom lip, asking to be let in, and Aidan gladly obliged, parting her lips to Vicky’s probing tongue.
Aidan put her hand to the back of Vicky’s head, and pulled her closer, kissing her deeper, until Vicky’s heart raced and her knees went weak. But then Aidan pulled herself away, because to linger any longer would mean she wouldn’t be able to let her go at all. With her eyes still closed, Aidan said, “Remember this day, kid.” And then through outstretched arms, she felt her way to the door, bumping into it before she got it open. Vicky laughed at her lover, and blew her a kiss, which Aidan caught and brought to her lips.
Vicky’s eyes grew large when she realized Aidan had been peeking, “Oh you!” she laughed, and threw a pillow at her fiancée, but Aidan had already closed the door. God, I love that woman!
Vicky heard Joyce in the hallway, and she cracked the door open just enough so she could hear them.
“Aidan, how did you get in here?” Joyce had almost bumped into Aidan as she was making her escape.
“Oh uh, I sort of showed my badge at the front desk and they let me in,” Aidan grinned like the mischievous Cheshire cat, proud of her achievement. It was so worth it she thought. She had just recently been sworn in as a DHS Special Agent, and was not opposed to showing her badge when the need warranted. Last night it was very much warranted, because she couldn’t sleep.
“So I take it then, that Vicky is awake now?” Joyce asked with a smile, appreciating the lengths Aidan would go to, for another minute alone with her lover.
Aidan rubbed her sore ribs where Vicky had poked her and smiled, “Oh yeah, very much so.”
*
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*
Ellen, Joyce and Alice, packed up the bride to be, and they all drove to St. Frances Hospital, where the ceremony was to take place on top of the hospital’s parking deck. Vicky was nervous, more so than the normal bride jitters. Something didn’t feel quite right to her, and she thought she knew what it was. She took out her cell phone and called Paul Stewart, head of security at the hospital.
“Good morning Paul, it’s Victoria, do you have a minute?”
“Of course, ma’am, and happy wedding day to you.”
“Thank you Paul. You’ll be there today, won’t you?
“I wouldn’t miss it, ma’am. I’m already at the hospital, making my rounds.” Paul had become a trusted friend and collaborator of Aidan’s, and held Vicky in high esteem, despite the fact she was his boss. As with all the upper level executives under Vicky’s leadership, she had the final say so on his hiring, and before she offered him the job, she interviewed him personally. His posture was rigid, but he was personable and responsive to her questions. What got him the job was a story he told of how the nuns, the original owners of the hospital, saved his little girl from pneumonia fifteen years ago. He would always be in the Sisters debt, and getting this job would be one way to repay them.
Vicky had been the youngest President and CEO of any hospital system in the nation, and though the system included four hospitals and thirty-nine clinics, her first love was St. Frances Hospital, the first and main hospital in the health system own by the Sisters of St. Frances. The Sisters had sold the health system to a conglomerate out of St. Louis, while Vicky was training to be a nurse at St. Frances. That’s where she found her true calling and that’s where she promised Sister Judy, the nun in charge of the Cardiology Unit at the time, that she would never give up on the hospital or its mission. Having her wedding at the hospital was the proverbial icing on the cake for Vicky.
“Paul, has there been any weather reports for us? The humidity is so thick you can slice it with a knife. The last time it got this bad there were five tornadoes that sliced through my home town when I was a teenager. It’s making me a little bit nervous.”
“There is some bad weather in Texas right now but I doubt it’ll make it all the way up here. Don’t worry though, ma’am, I’ll keep my eye on it for you.”
Vicky relaxed a little bit and said, “Thank you, Paul, that does make me feel much better.”
Joyce turned around to the back seat and asked, “Everything okay, Vicky?”
“Yes, just wedding day jitters I guess,” Vicky muttered.
“Now honey, don’t you worry about the weather. It’s going to be a beautiful day for your wedding,” Alice said encouragingly, hoping she was right but now fearing she might not be.
“I hope you’re right, Mom,” Vicky said, as she looked out the car window and up at the crystal clear blue sky. There was not a cloud in the heavens, and the sun looked like it was smiling down just for her. She had to admit, all things considered, it was perfect weather for her wedding and she sent up a prayer in gratitude.
The limousine drove slowly up to the top floor of the fifth floor parking deck, and pulled up inbetween two tents. A large oblong tent, which encompassed the majority of the open parking deck, was positioned between two smaller tents that housed the bride’s rooms. The one on the left of the large tent was for Vicky and her bridesmaids to dress in, and it came complete with a full length mirror, two makeup tables, two chairs and a sofa, with large vases full of flowers in the corners, and orchestrated music piped in to calm the bride’s ner
ves. In the back, a portable air conditioner oscillated its cool air throughout the small tent. To the far right of the pavilion was Aidan’s tent, and it came with the same amenities that Vicky’s dressing room had, however this one had a dividing wall so the men could get dress, leaving Aidan some privacy.
A lot of the equipment had to be hoisted up to the roof by a crane, because it was too big to drive it up. The tent was large enough to hold two hundred people, but Vicky only invited one hundred and fifty, so everyone would have plenty of room to be comfortable and still be able to dance on the dance floor.
Vicky kept the wedding invitations to such a small number more for Aidan’s sake than for anything else. She knew Aidan would not be comfortable in a large gathering as what she had first considered inviting, and she wanted her to enjoy herself too. There was also the fact that they were at a hospital with sick patients who had family and friends visiting, and would need a place to park, so consideration had to be given to them as well.
Paul had his security guards dispersed to direct traffic on campus, much like they do when the Razorbacks are playing college football at the stadium just two blocks down the street.
Vicky climbed out of the limo and helped Joyce and her mother carry in the wedding gown, makeup bag and other items they would need. She took a moment to look around at the parking deck, marveling at how Ellen had magically transformed it into something that resembled a fairy tale.
Aidan’s favorite color was blue, and Vicky’s was lilac, so the outside columns of the open tent were decorated in those two colors, with flowing chiffon wrapped around tall calla lilies and bluebells. Inside, the tent ceiling had chiffon drapes flowing from the center and gathered to the sides in a bunch. A mirrored ball hung down from the middle, creating a glitter effect on the drapes as it rotated around. Hanging in a wagon wheel formation around the mirrored ball were lilac drapes, gathered at the top creating a colorful, flowing effect. And down the middle of the floor lay a royal blue carpet stretched the length of the walk where the bride will enter. In the back corners of the tent, hanging from the ceiling, were pairs of high speed, quiet white fans, blowing the humidity away, or so Ellen hoped.
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