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by trial and error.
     
    Fortunately, people don’t like the unexplained.  I think they cope by making things up in their head and then convince themselves that it’s the truth.  So, the people that we jostle with our arrival look at us like we are just rude and pushed our way into the middle of the crowd hoping for a better view.  I don’t really mind and become giddy again as I hear the thundering noise from the waterfall.
     
    We have a choice now.  We can follow the crowd that is heading towards the overlook, where we could enjoy the beautiful sight of the falls, or we can head the other way towards the hotels that surround them.  We choose to go that way.
     
    We have to try three hotels before we find one that has a vacancy.  The room is a little pricier than I was planning on, but thankfully Dad gave me plenty of money.  We will just have to be a little more frugal at our other destinations.
     
    There was a little commotion at the front desk because neither of us have any type of identification.  It takes me several minutes to convince the desk clerk that we both lost our wallets yet somehow still have money to pay for the room.  I think he eventually just takes pity on us, or he wants us to get out of his lobby because a line is forming behind us.  Either way, we are now heading up to our very first hotel room together.
     
    I slide the little plastic key card into the lock and hear a click, then push the door open. In the center of the room there is a king size bed with a tacky bedspread in neutral colors, a small bathroom just inside the door and a desk and chair in the corner of the room by the window. The room may be a little Spartan for the price, but I think it’s going to suit our needs.
     
    Moving to the window, I see that we have a lovely view of Niagara Falls from here.  But that’s not the lovely view I’m interested in at the moment.  I pull the curtains closed and turn to my gorgeous Fairy husband.  “I think seeing the sights is overrated,” I say with a smile that I hope he understands.  Considering how quickly he crosses the room and pulls me into his arms for a sensual kiss, I’m pretty sure he understands.
     
    We don’t even make it to the bed.  Our feverish hands find paths under our clothes to places we know will drive each other crazy.  Kallen clears the desk with one arm and uses his other to set me on top of it.  His lips kiss a trail down my body and I arch my back begging for more.
     
    Our clothes have become a hindrance.  I’m not sure which one of us finally makes them disappear altogether.  Desperate for him, I wrap my legs around Kallen’s waist and pull him to me and bring his lips back to mine.  Our bodies join as one, and Kallen drowns my cries of pleasure with his mouth securely over mine.  Our bodies rush to bring us the sensations we need from each other and soon, neither of us can keep our cries quiet any longer.  When we have milked every last drop of pleasure from one another, Kallen rests his forehead against mine as we both try to catch our breath.
     
    “My God you are incredible.  I love you,” Kallen breathes and then kisses me again, ignoring our pressing need for oxygen.  Lifting me from the desk, our bodies still joined, he carries me to the bed.  He lays me down gently and we make love again and again.
     
    Like most couples honeymooning here, we have already seen all that we need to of Niagara Falls and don’t leave our hotel room again until morning.
     
    When my lazy eyes open in the morning, I’m startled to find myself in a new place. But the comforting feel of Kallen next to me carries that right away. I snuggle against him and watch as his eyes flutter open.
     
    “Good morning,” I say with a smile, remembering the night before.
     
    A sleepy grin forms on Kallen lips. “Yes, it is definitely going to be,” he says as he rolls his body over mine. “I find that I like Niagara Falls very much.”
     
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