***Hunter's POV***

"Well shit."

Chris was staring at my injured leg with so much pain and frustration that it almost broke my heart.  "Baby,  it'll be ok, I'll do it when my leg heals, maybe when we get back from the honeymoon..."

He frowned.  "It's not the same."  Then, his expression brightened.  "I could carry you..."

He started to try and pick me up before I could even protest.  "Chris...this isn't gonna work."  Chris continued to try and lift me off the ground.  "You're gonna throw your back out," I warned.  He continued to try.  I sighed softly.  "Honey, aren't I supposed to be carrying you over the threshold of our home anyways, not our hotel room?"

Chris paused.  "You have a point."  He stood up and took my hand.  "Shall we cross this threshold together then."

I couldn't help but smile.  "Let's go."

So, we walked into our hotel room.  It was the same room we had slept in the night before, and the one before that, but everything seemed different now.  Everything was more "ours" now.

But then Chris had to ruin the moment by jumping onto the bed.  "get your gimp ass over here, Mr. Jericho."

I laughed as I hobbled over.  "I thought we agreed you were gonna become Mr. Helmsley."

He very gently pulled me down so I was lying next to him.  "I say we just form the Jericho-Helmsley family."

I pushed a stray piece of hair back from his face.  "Helmsley-Jericho."

He giggled, grabbing my hand and holding it in his own.  "Let's argue later, ok?"  He rolled so that he was kneeling over me.  "Right now, I think I want to consummate our union, if that's ok with you."

I looked up at him.  "Well I don't know, I thought we could play a nice game of checkers, and then..."  Chris cut me off my capturing my lips in a passionate kiss, and for awhile, our tongues fought an ageless battle. When we broke apart, I  managed to pant out "Or we could do that..."

Chris just laughed and started to unbutton my shirt.  His fingers brushed lightly against my skin, and even that simple contact was enough to get me aroused.  We hadn't exactly saved ourselves for marriage, but we had been so busy with planning the wedding and my surgery that it had been about a month and a half since we'd last had time or energy for more than a few kisses in bed.  I ran my hands up his chest and started to get Chris's shirt off as well.  When both of us were shirtless, Chris sat back on my chest.  "Do you still remember our fist date?"

"Of course I do."  My fingers brushed his stomach, tracing small patterns on his tan skin.  "We went to Taco Bell and danced in their parking lot."

Chris giggled at the memory.  "Yeah, and it was 3 in the morning...and we were listening to Rod Stewart..."  He sighed and lay his head on my chest.  "I never dreamed we'd get his far."

I kissed the top of his head.  "I did."

He looked up at me.  "You're kidding."

I felt myself blush slightly.  "Ever since...probably our second date...I knew we were gonna last a really long time.  Call me an idiot, but I did."

Chris kissed my lips.  "I think that's really romantic."  He moved down, planting kisses on my chest.  I let out a tiny moan, bringing my hands up to massage his shoulders.  This went on for awhile, him kissing and me massaging, until abruptly Chris's fingers were on the zipper of my pants.  He teased me by pulling it down very slowly, his lean fingers resting on my cock, until finally the pants were off.  Then, his fingers dipped into the waistband of my boxers and slid those off my hips, over the large bandage around my thigh.

I tangled my hands into his hair at the touch of his hands on me.  "You're overdressed now..." I managed to get out.

He laughed.  "Ok, ok..." He wiggled out of his own pants and boxers and threw them off the side of the bed.  "Better now?"

"Much."  I cradled his hips in my hands, feeling the smooth skin under my fingers.

He placed his hands over mine, lacing our fingers together.  "I'm glad.  I'd hate for anything to be wrong tonight..."

"You mean like my leg?"  I couldn't help it, the resentment just slipped out.  Of all the times to get injured...

Chris smiled and kissed my forehead.  "Will you shut up about your leg?  I don't care about your leg right now.  I have other things in mind."  With that, he slid across me to grab the lube off the bedside table.  He squeezed a little of the gel onto his fingers, then brushed them across my very erect cock.  I let out a small gasp.  God, it really HAD been a long time since we'd done anything...

Before I could register his movement, Chris had moved upward and pushed himself down on me, bringing me into him.  We both let out a soft cry at the same time, and I wondered if that's how it would be for the rest of our lives, the two of us reacting as one.  Once he had worked his way down, Chris rose up again and slammed back down.

I reached up to wrap my hands around his cock, stroking it as he pumped on me.  Somehow, somehow, this went on for what seemed like an eternity, this union between us, before we simultaneously came.

He collapsed forward onto me, his head resting on my chest.  "I love you," he murmured, half-asleep already.

"I love you too."  I watched him complete the journey to sleep.  Running my fingers through his hair, whispered, "I always loved you, I always will love you.  With all of my heart, I'll always be right there."