The trip back to the hotel seemed to take forever, for more then one reason. When we went through the gift shop before we left I grabbed a snack to hold over my grumbling stomach so I wouldn't get irritated. We got the cheesy tourist photos that they take against a green screen, some t shirts, and I found a music box that I enjoyed that played Claire de lune. I thought about Cass and decided I get him some things. So I grabbed a pocket watch , a shirt, and a book on the castle. After paying for our stuff we headed to the car.

"I'm starving let's go get something to eat." I pulled his hand along ready to get to food quickly. He laughed and pulled me back to him.

"Are you going to avoid something at all costs?" he caressed my cheek and I pulled back.

" Yes, until I am fed to avoid possible misunderstandings and because I'm becoming irritated from lack of sustenance."  I said while still pulling on him to walk faster.

He laughs and we go eat a smile and blushed filled meal and head to our room.

Once there I quickly go hop in the shower to rid myself of the sweat and dust. Also, so I can compose myself a little before having the serious conversation that I knew was to come. I came out in the white hotel towels to get my clothes and dry my hair. John stared at me for a minute following my every move a strange look on his face.

"What?" I asked smiling and feeling slightly awkward as I rub the towel through my hair.

He snapped out of his train of thought, "I was wishing I could take you just like that, but I need a shower as well." He looked at me again and grinned before heading in the shower.

I laughed he didn't seem to be thinking about sex to me. I finished drying off and put lotion on. I slipped into my comfy shorts and chemise before getting comfy on the bed with the T.v. on the local news channel.

"Anything good happening?" John asked drying his hair as he stepped out of the bathroom.

"So far it's going to be sunny the next few days, high of 80 tomorrow." I chuckled.

"Perfect." He smiled as he sat down next to me. I turned the volume down, knowing that he wanted to talk. He seemed suddenly put on the spot when I did that but quickly regained his composure.

"Mary, I'm sorry but I have to ask you this. Are you doing all this to make me happy right now, with the original agreement still in action?"

...'Ah, yes the original agreement, when one of us got feelings that we could not ignore, it was time to end it.'...

"No, John. I do not plan on ending this between us now. I would never had agreed earlier to marry you if I did plan on it." I said seriously and I meant it.

"Oh thank you lord." he sighed in relief and kissed me.

"So is that what you were really thinking about before the shower?" I asked smiling.

"Oh, ah No. When you came out in the white towel, I was thinking of what you would look like in a wedding dress to be honest." I had never seen him turn such a shade of crimson before.

My jaw dropped slightly and even I blushed that he would think that.

I couldn't help the feeling that came over me and I immediately swung my leg over his and kissed him deeply, with fervor, feeling the need to be even closer to him. He was quick to pick up the desperation in my kiss and moved to slip his cock out of his shorts. I pulled my own shorts to the side and quickly began to move myself on him. It wasn't long before I was paralyzed momentarily with passion, and him seizing the opportunity, laid me on my back and removed our shorts.

I was still quivering as he entered me again and I cried out.

He paused, "Sensitive?" I nodded in response and he smiled a little wicked smile, "Perfect." He soon began to make me beg and moan, I didn't know if I was coming or going.

"Do you want me to stop?" he whispered in my ear with his thrusts.

"mmmm....." I couldn't form a response. When he paused I cried pulling him into me, "No please don't."

He smiled moving with me, slowing down and gazing at me from above.

"I love you, John."  I whispered breathlessly when our eyes met. His filled with emotion as I said those words.

He leans down to kiss me pressing his body into mine, closing his eyes. I notice a tear (or sweat but I'm going with tear) slip from an eye and I reach up to caress it off his cheek.

'I can't believe how much I didn't realize before how deeply this man had cared for me. Was I blind?'

He grips my hands in his and places them above my head as his thrusts become more forceful and quicker. I open my legs wider to wrap around his waist and he groans. I know what he's trying to do, to make us plateau together but I don't think he'll be able to this time.

I work my hands free and grab his cheeks and pull him up into me closer as he cries out and I keep working his body against mine.  I don't know what it is but sometimes when I see him orgasm strongly like that without me, it's still just as satisfying as if we both had.

We lay there together for a minute before getting up to clean off. That's when we notice the news on the t.v. I quickly turn it up and listen to the anchor.

"In world news today, Germany, Belgium, France and other nearby countries in the EU reported sightings of pixies, nymphs, and fairies among others who fall under the category of the Fae or Fair Folk race. These sightings have only been on the rise in the past few hours. While some have been seen as harmless encounters, there have been a few reports of attacks on people, pets, and livestock by ones classified as Spriggans, Sprites, and Trolls. Local authorities are informing people in the countryside communities to keep pets and children inside and place St. Johns wort around the house and doorways. The local churches and begun to ring their bells again to possibly deter any away that might have ill intentions. It's been over 100 years since a single sighting of the Fair Folk have been reported and leaders are concerned about this sudden seemingly massive influx of Fair Folk. We welcome our German host to tell us more on the topic. Hello Gunther."

I pause looking at the videos of the sightings still rolling in the corner and don't pay attention to the reporters as I scan for the Fairy that gifted me, it's a long shot but it's a shot. I don't see her but this could mean I could find one to take away my cursed gift.  I look to John hope and determination in my eyes. I realize I might be able to live a normal life with this man and I can't help but start to weep over the overwhelming feeling of something like that to actually hope for.