AN: Bonus Story!

Edit: I smoothed it out a little more. Nothing major. But I hope it reads better. :3

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A few years passed.

Her husband had stepped out to run a quick errand, which gave her some time to get ready.

Sora had showered and brushed out her hair. She was looking through their closet to find that perfect dinner outfit, but nothing really stood out. She huffed and placed her hands along her hips. He'll be coming home soon. They finally had a break in their busy schedule and she was wasting time trying to find something to wear.

The front door of the apartment opened.

She squeaked, quickly pushing dresses and skirts aside. Her hand paused on a familiar dress that was shoved in the back. She bit her lip as she considered it. Then, she nodded to herself and pulled it out of the closet.

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Leon took off his shoes at the doorway and then walked onto the carpet.

On the wall of their apartment were pictures of them at Mario's Pizzeria, the ice skating rink in which he had proposed to her, and then several shots of them at the wedding.

He took a look at the frame with the three consecutive photos of her smearing some cake frosting over his mouth, then, the photo next to that had him shoving the cake over her face. He chuckled in memory of her indignant sound; she of course made him pay for that by rubbing her face into his, but he still thought it was worth it.

The last photo depicted the extent of their short cake fight as his lovely bride had frosting in her bangs and her lower face a sort of cake beard; he did not fare any better. However, the adoring look she gave him as they kissed in the photo and the softened grey of his eyes easily made this photo one of his favorites.

"Almost ready!" he heard her call out from the bedroom.

He blinked out of his thoughts. He had not realized she was still changing.

"Any longer and my hair will be white."

He grinned as she chucked her heel at him from down the hall. "Smart ass."

"What language," he shook his head as he retrieved her shoe. His grin faded a little upon recognizing the black open toed heel. I have not seen this in a long time.

He heard her coming down the hallway. He looked up to see her in The Dress.

Her hands nervously smoothed the dress over. "It's not too tight, it is?"

It had been about three years since he had seen her wear it, but he recalled it all: the form fitting cut, the sweetheart neckline with incredibly thin straps that was more of a tease than anything. Her little black dress still fit her, though, unless he was mistaken, he thought she filled it a lot better now than she had back then.

Too tight? She was worried about it not fitting while he was wondering how he was going to survive the dinner without letting his desire overwhelm him.

"It is fine."

When he handed her shoe back with his eyes averted, she bit her lower lip. Is he uncomfortable with me wearing it? She didn't forget what happened the last time she wore it. It was why she had decided to wear it now. She tended to associate certain memories with what she wore; she hoped that she could somehow make better ones now so she'd have happier memories with this dress.

But not at the expense of his discomfort.

"I could change if you don't want me to wear it."

His eyes slid over to her. "That is not the issue."

Despite how much time they spent together, he could still make her breath hitch. His eyes were simmering as he stared at her. She felt her face flush a little and she was the first to break the eye contact. Looking for something else to stare at, she looked at his shirt only to feel herself heat up even more upon noticing that it was the dark grey dress shirt she liked on him.

Something red caught her eye; she thankfully looked down to see a bouquet of deep red roses in his hand.

"For me?" she playfully asked.

He lifted the bouquet up. "Who else?"

She giggled then and then stepped closer to grab them from him. With her close, he breathed in her vanilla scent. His eyes lidded as he found himself wanting something other than food at the moment.

She quickly walked into the kitchen to grab a vase for the roses. She needed some air after catching a whiff of that musky pine and something heady that he put on for dates. At this rate we'll not get to the restaurant tonight. As she reached for the vase on the second shelf, her mind quipped what's wrong with that?

She couldn't seem to find a counter argument for that.

While she was talking to herself, he came up behind her. Her hair was pinned up, allowing him an unrestricted view of her slender neck and petite shoulders. His fingers followed the arch of her neck. She shivered violently as goosebumps appeared before his eyes.

"Are you hungry?" she asked, trying to gauge if they could alter their previous plans.

Her lashes fluttered as his warm breath ghosted her skin.

"Very," he huskily said.

She mewled when his lips kissed the back of her neck. "Me too."

He did not need another incentive.

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Somehow between the caressing, kissing, and biting they were able to stumble down the hallway and into their room.

He kept her in front of him with her back to him.

She heavily breathed as he slowly unzipped her dress while nipping the exposed skin as it was revealed to him, but he did not let the dress fall just yet. He laid wet, open mouthed kisses down her spine. She shakily called out to him, vaguely registering the fact that he must have unhooked her strapless bra sometime for he continued his warm kisses and sucks without pausing.

"Why do you call out to me?" he murmured against her skin.

Her mind was in a haze, but she heard the roughness in his voice. She liked hearing it, but she was still easy to fluster when he said things like that. Sadistic. She knew he liked to make her blush.

When she did not respond, he stopped his ministrations.

She said various things to him during their intimate moments that he liked to hear. Call it a strange character quirk or something similar, but when he first heard her say things in the throes of passion, he immediately knew that he liked it immensely.

He ran a finger along her bare back but only briefly.

The thrilling sensation made her tremble. She bit her bottom lip in order to withhold the whimper when he stopped touching her.

"Make love to me," she whispered, finally caving in. "Make me think only of you."

That must have done it for she felt him slowly trail his lips up her spine. She softly moaned when his hot tongue gave a long draw of the back of her neck. When he was upright again her head tilted back onto his chest. His eyes raged a heady storm. Her eyes closed when his mouth claimed hers and his hands slipped in her dress and ran along her body.

The black material finally hit the carpet.

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The pillows propped him up on the bed as his hands kept her hips going in a slow pace.

Her hands tightly gripped the headboard behind his head at the sensation coursing through her. She moaned again, though she could n't recall if she actually has stopped moaning or not. Her forehead rested on his as she attempted to keep her eyes open and connected with his lidded ones for as long as she could.

He leaned forward a little to capture her mouth for a sensual kiss.

She didn't think she could keep her eyes open for much longer. He was driving her up the wall with this agonizingly slow rhythm and now with this sinfully seductive kiss...she felt her fingers grip the wooden headboard with even more force.

He soon released her mouth.

"Leon," she panted.

He didn't need to hear her say anything more; he could hear the want and desperation in that one word. Magnificent and enticing. But not yet. She told him to make her think only of him. He didn't think they were there just yet, especially since her eyes-delightfully swimming in desire, by the way-were still partly open and she could still form his name.

No, he still had more to do.

I aim to please, he headily thought as he sucked on her lower lip.

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It was a few hours away from dawn when he woke up with her cheek on his chest and her hand along his torso. He lay awake with his thoughts and the feeling of her soft body touching his.

How did he get to this point in his life?

He couldn't say he had particularly done anything to deserve this. His eyes slid to the top of his wife's head as it moved up and down with the expansion of his chest as he breathed. Her once pinned up hair was now tussled from his hands in her locks; he was certain his hair was just as messy if not more.

Her passion and love, her sweetness and sympathetic heart, he adored her.

I most certainly wouldn't deem myself worthy of her. If he had been Destiny, he wouldn't allow someone like him to have someone like her. Not to say that he was willing to give her up. On what honor I have left, I swear I will not. He was a selfish being; he never hid that fact from anyone.

He thought back on his dream that made him wake up.

His sister, instead of looking at him with sad eyes as was the norm when she appeared in his dreams, was beaming at him as she stood in front of him. She waved at him and then she was off across the fields and into the unknown.

Were you looking out for me? His face grew solemn. Have you finally completed your task?

He gave a great breath out. He was going to miss seeing her in his dreams, but he could not find it in himself to be too upset. If her smile meant that she was finally at peace, then so would he.

Sora stirred a little.

"You awake?" she mumbled, her hand idly running along his stomach. She felt him sigh and then responded in the positive. Sometimes, she felt him tossing and turning in his sleep but as of late he had been sleeping pretty heavily. "Bad dream?"

"…A good one."

She nuzzled his chest. "That's nice."

She was settling down to go back to sleep when he quietly spoke again.

"I love you."

Her eyes shot open. She could count on one hand—using only half of her fingers—the number of times he said that directly. He was not a verbally expressive man, she had come to terms with that, but it didn't mean she didn't like hearing it out loud.

She grabbed the hand along her waist and turned her head a little so that she could kiss his palm.

"I love you too," she murmured and then laid her cheek back on his chest, "Now go back to sleep. We still have two more hours before needing to get up."

She felt him chuckle.

A few moments more and his breath evened out. She sleepily smiled and then closed her eyes, slumber quick to come with his heartbeat her lullaby.

We'll have good memories with that black dress now, was her last thought before falling asleep.

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The End.

AN: Now this story is complete!

Once again, thank you for reading! It was a joy to be your author for this crazy story! :D

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