Servicing the Sheikh

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Chapter 31 (v.1) - Wedding Bells

Submitted: January 06, 2011

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A.N - This is he last official chapter in Ali and Sarah's saga. There will be an epilogue which I will post in a day or two. After that, I have a few projects which i would like to do, including Sol, Sharif and Akila's stories.

Thank so very much to all my fans and followers for joining me on this journey. Love you all! =D

Sheikh Ali stood at the end of the aisle that had been created in the massive ballroom hall of the palace. Dressed in his Royal robes of sapphire blue, gold needlework edging the cloth. Beneath his outer robe, Ali wore a white suit, the stark contrast to the blue only adding highlights to the shining depths of his onyx hair.

Around his neck, he wore a thick golden chain. In the centre of the chain, held by large gold claws and glinting in the light was the Jewel of Barrauk. The largest pure Sapphire ever found in the country.

The Jewel was the pride of the Royal family’s jewellery collection, and a symbol of pride for all Barrauk.

In Ali’s left ear, was a matching sapphire earring.

Shuffling back and forth on his feet, Ali felt like he could leap out of his skin in anticipation of the next few minutes, when he would see his bride walk the aisle toward him.

Before him sat all the dignitaries, politicians, noble families and tribal leaders of his country. Over 1000 people seated in long pews that had been specially delivered the day before.

Keeping all the final arrangements a secret from Sarah had been a mammoth feat, but as Sol had chastised her for being on her feet so much, he had ordered a massage for her to put a stop to her snooping. Ali chuckled remembering her protests as she tried to peek through the ballroom doors. He had been forced to scoop her up, and carry her up to their bedroom where he had the masseuse table awaiting already. The special pregnancy table amusing him to no end as it had a large hole in the middle. Sarah had sunk down onto the plush cushioned top, her large belly proudly displayed through the hole, as Ali had drizzled the warm oil over her back, and had proceeded to kneed and gently rub away all the knots and tight muscles in her back, hips , buttocks and thighs. Placing the insert into the table that covered the belly hole, Ali had then made Sarah roll over, and he had then gently attended her front, smiling as he had ran gentle circles around her protruding belly button, only to find that it stirred up the twins, who tried to push away his fingers.

Sarah had glared at Ali then, but he had ignored her protests, and continues with his gentle attentions to her belly.

By the time that Ali had worked his way down to her toes, Sarah was asleep and snoring lightly, sending yet another smile to his face.

Pickingher gently up, he covered her with a towel and deposited her straight into their massive bed, where she slept all night long.

Now, as he looked over all the waiting faces, the only one that he wanted to see was Sarah’s.

As she had no family left, Ali had insisted that there not be a “groom’s side” and “bride’s side’ to the seating, but he had asked that the guests be spread between both sides.

Smiling at the special guests that he had asked sit in the front row, he took a deep breath, trying to steady himself as the time drew near.

A sudden hushed murmuring arose from the crowd, and the orchestra at the side was signaled by their conductor to start the wedding march.

Everyone turned in their seats, and Ali fixed his attention to the doorway at the end of the aisle.

A few seconds later, three of his Bedouin tribe’s little girls, aged between 4 and 7 years old stepped through the doorway. Dressed in pretty and frilly ivory dresses, their hair in braids with rainbow ribbons weaved through, they were images of tiny little medieval princesses carrying their woven baskets, and dropping handfuls of red rose petals onto the ground as they walked.

Ali felt such pride in his chest as he gazed at their small faces, smiling and flushed in excitement as they approached him.

Ali nodded to each one “Well done my little princesses” he told them as they neared him.

Then a movement further up the aisle caught his attention.

Sarah stepped through the doorway, then stopped for a brief moment, her face a mirror of shock as she looked around and saw the pews full of people.

Khali was at her elbow, dressed in a fine charcoal Armani suit, and beaming a huge smile as he held Sarah’s arm.

Ali’s breath left him as he took in the sight of his bride. The Royal tiara upon her head, bursting with diamonds and sapphires filled him with a sense of pride. Finally Sarah was truly part of his family and Barrauk.

As his eyes lowered, he could see the tears shimmering in her eyes as she smiled lovingly at him behind her veil.

The dress was breathtaking and he had to remind himself later to send Grace a huge bonus to her fee, as he had never seen his wife look lovelier, and truly a fantasy come true.

Her rounded belly accentuated as she walked by the soft fabric, yet her dress almost seemed to worship her changing form.

Ali smiled wider as he heard the “ooh and aah’s’ filter through the hall above the orchestra.

Khali never faltered a step; he took Sarah’s arm, and leaned in to her “Let’s get you to your husband milady”.

“Why thankyou kind sir” Sarah whispered back, giving a small giggle as Khali chuckled and patted her hand.

Down the aisle they walked, getting closer and closer to the front, and Ali. Sarah’s eyes were nearly popping out of her head as she took in how many people had came to witness their state wedding, but things just did not look right to Sarah. While she did not have any firsthand experience with Arabian weddings, she did not think that it should look quite like this.

As she drew up to Ali, Khali leant forward, and gave her a kiss on her veiled cheek, before giving her hand to Ali, who took it and smiled at her. She could feel Ali’s love washing over her like a warm blanket comforting a small child on a cold night. She had never felt so loved, so wanted as right at this moment.

Looking into his eyes, she whispered “I don’t understand, what is all of this?”

“I will explain in a moment” he whispered back to her.

Turning to the crowd, Sarah’s hand in his, Ali cleared his throat then spoke.

“I wish to thankyou all for coming and bearing witness to the joining of my wife and myself. As you all know, we are already joined in the sacred union of marriage through a traditional Bedouin ceremony a few months back, which has resulted in the blessings that my wife carries” Ali leant over and placed his hand protectively against Sarah’s belly.

“As we are joining two very different countries, and lifestyles with our marriage, having already married in our traditional style, this, our second wedding is to be held in a more western style to honor my wife. This is one of the gifts that I have organized for Sarah.”

Ali leant in, and kissed Sarah though her veil “I love you sweetheart, I hope this wedding is all you could ever wish for”

Sarah sniffed “You are so going to ruin my makeup if you make me cry” she sniffed, and then smiled up at him “How do I deserve you?”

“We deserve each other little one” he replied gently, before turning Sarah, and pointing to the front pew.

Sarah’s gaze drew to the three seated figures, before her knee’s buckles slightly, and Ali had to place his arm around her waist to hold her up.

“Easy now my love, if I had known you would react like this, I would have pointed them out after the ceremony” he grinned.

Sarah looked up at him “How?”

“I have my ways” he chuckled at her, before beckoning the three people to her side.

Sarah flung herself at Rachael, Samantha and Danielle, her oldest and best friends from Australia, unable to believe that they stood there in front of her.

“I didn’t think I would ever see you girls again” she cried out.

“Neither did we, we were told you were dead Sarah, we went to your funeral!” Danielle sobbed, hugging Sarah so tightly that she could hardly breathe.

Samantha pulled Danielle back slightly “We don’t want her passing out, or covered in our tears now do we” she giggled, wiping her own tears of joy away from her cheeks.

Rachael gripped Sarah’s hand then placed around her wrist a small bluebird bracelet. “This is something borrowed, and something blue all in one. I see you have a new dress, and the tiara is old, so now you are truly ready sweetheart, go rock that sheikh’s world” she grinned.

Sarah stepped back from her friends, her heart filled with so much love that she thought it might burst open in her chest.

Turning back to Ali, she leapt at him, gripping him tightly to her and kissing him madly through her veil.

The celebrant in front of them coughing to try and distract them raising a few giggles from the crowd.

Finally, they separated, and turned to the celebrant, who started the ceremony.

The words spoken were a blur in Sarah’s ears as she focused all her attention on Ali, and he on her. Before they both knew, the ceremony had come to an end, and they were kissing, marking their union official.

Light bulbs flashing away, they turned and descended the steps leading down the aisle and out the doorway to their new life.

An hour later, having sat for endless photo’s with the wedding party, Ali’s relatives and Sarah’s girlfriends, Sarah felt like her legs were jelly, and her back was aching from standing too long.

Ali frowned as he saw Sarah rubbing her back, and scooped down, picking her up.

“Sorry everyone, but my wife and I have a reception to attend” grinning, he carried her to the dining hall, which now was filled to the brim with ornate tables and chairs. Guests were chatting and nibbling appetizers as they waited for them to arrive.

As Ali stepped into the hall, trumpets sounded and the announcer spoke.

“Please raise your glasses, for Mr and Mrs Ali Rahjiba El Doubai.”

The hall erupted in cheers, as everyone raised their glasses and toasted their union.

The rest of the reception became a blur as speeches and toasts were made and the floor taken up by dancing couples. Ali puling Sarah into the middle of the floor to dance to the bridal waltz, before a steady line of well wishers were asking to dance with the bride also.

Just as Sarah thought her feet would burst, and her knees give out, Ali swept in and stole her away from a large portly oil tycoon.

“I think it is time that we discreetly left don’t you think?” he asked, waggling his eyebrows as he grinned.

“Oh yes please” Sarah breathed out on a sigh of relief.

Quietly, they slipped away, Ali letting Khali know that they were heading to bed as they slipped out the doors and upstairs to their bedchamber.

Ali knelt and scooped Sarah up, climbing the stairs as if she weighed nothing as he rained kisses all over her neck and collarbone as he walked.

Nudging open the doors to their room, he carried her over the threshold, and into the room.

Sarah gasped as she looked around. The entire room was filled with soft lit candles, and the scent of vanilla and sandalwood drifted throughout the air.

Their bed had been turned down and there were more red rose petals all around the floor.

In the middle of the room was the most startling thing of all. A huge golden lion claw bathtub, filled with scented warm water, and rose petals floating on top, ready to be sank into.

‘When did you prepare all this” Sarah asked, he voice so breathy it was barely audible.

Ali smiled, rubbing his thumb over her bottom lip “I gave the order while you were dancing to have it prepared, knowing how you must be aching by now’ he told her, then bent down and drew her plump bottom lip in between his teeth, nipping softly at it.

Sarah melted into him, pushing her chest closer to him as she angled her head to allow Ali to deepen the kiss.

While nibbling along her jaw, Ali felt behind her back, and started to undo the tiny pearl buttons that ran up her spine, letting the gown drop to the floor as he undid the last few.

Taking her hand, he helped Sarah step out of the gown, leaving her standing in a tiny white satin thong, and matching bra.

Ali hissed in a breath as he felt himself harden, but reigned in his control as he leant around her back, and undid the tiny clasp of her bra.

Next he knelt in front of her, and kissed her belly, his hands cupping the sides as he whispered his love to his unborn babies. Sliding his hands into the sides of her thong, he slid it down her thighs, and braced her as she kicked it to one side.

Taking Sarah’s hand, he led her to the bath, than helped her into it, smiling as she moaned and lay back to one side.

“This is soooo good” she moaned as Ali threw off his own clothes to join her.

Pushing Sarah forward slightly, Ali slid in behind her, then let her lay back against his chest as he took the sponge and started to lazily run it all over her body.

By the time he had cleaned Sarah, she was asleep in his arms.

Picking up her exhausted body, Ali stepped out of the bath, only stopping long enough to grab a huge fluffy white towel, tossing it onto the top of the bed, and placing Sarah onto it. He then wrapped it around her body, dried himself off and climbed into the bed behind her, spooning against her back as he wrapped an arm around her to hold her belly protectively.

Sarah woke in the darkness, realizing she had fallen asleep on her wedding night, she sat up with a start.

“Hey, easy there little one, you don’t want to injure yourself by moving too fast now, remember what Sol told you about over straining your muscles now with the twins?”

Sarah relaxed, and sank back down into the bed. “I can’t believe I fell asleep on my wedding night’ she groaned.

“Hey, you were totally beat, it is quite understandable. Besides, the night is not over yet” he teased her, nudging his hardness against her back.

“Oh” Sarah blushed, and wiggled her back closer to him.

Reaching down, Ali began to massage her breasts, nibbling down her neck as he did so, then dipped his hand under the sheet drawing a gasp of pleasure from Sarah.

“Now... please, don’t make me wait” she begged him as he worked her into a frenzy, her hips thrashing against him as he slowly ran circles around the centre of her need.

Ali gripped her hip, drawing her back to him, and entered her gently, rocking against her in a slow lazy pace… determined to show her how much he loved her.

As daylight streamed in through their bedroom window, Sarah stirred, and sat up, a little surprised to see Ali already awake and sitting at the window seat, a black silk robe tied loosely around his hips.

Sarah stepped out of bed, and reached for the nightie at the end of her bed, slipping it over her head. As she padded over to Ali, she looked around a little startled to see that all the rose petals, and the bath were gone.

“When did they clean up” she asked.

“I had them come in shortly ago and clean away, I did not want to slipping on dry petals on the floor, or a cold bath taking up my bed chamber’ he chuckled.

“I was actually about to get you up, we need to get ready for our honeymoon” he told her, a sly smile on his lips.

“Hmm, why do I get the impression that you have something else up your sleeve?” she asked, smiling sweetly back at him.

“Well, I just know a few certain children that have been pining over their missing storyteller” he murmured as he nuzzled into her neck.

“Really... we are going back to the tribe?” she asked, excitement making her eyes sparkle in delight.

“We are, we just need to get dressed, Sol is coming to keep an eye on you and the babies, but for a whole week, we are staying with the Bedouin.”

Sarah jumped up and down, making Ali’s eyes go wide as he watched her belly jiggle “that might not be a good idea you know” he teased her.

Sarah stopped jumping, and frowned, suddenly looking sad “But what about Rachael, Danielle and Sam? I will miss talking to them before they go back home.”

“Not at all, I have asked them to be our guests for a month here Sarah, and when you wish to see them again after they go home, we can fly them back to see you again if you wish.”

Sarah leapt at Ali, hugging him tightly “Have I ever told you how much I love you?” she asked, her eyes glistening with tears of pure joy.

“Not this morning anyway” he teased her, kissing her cheeks as she maintained her stranglehold on him.

“Well I do” she told him.

“I don’t know if it was an angel, or a higher power, but that day you found me in the prison… something or someone sent you to me. I began to truly live my life that day… and after everything, I don’t even hate Rasheed, not truly. If it hadn’t been for his insane plan, I would never have found you, and these two would not exist” Sarah rubbed her palm against her belly.”I guess that the saying,’ in every cloud is a silver lining’, it is true afterall.”

Ali placed his lips to Sarah’s ear and whispered “And you are my silver lining my little Zahra Badiya. Like a man dying of thirst in the desert and given water, you filled my soul with your spirit, your strength. You quenched my parched heart, with your love, and now I could not live without you.” Placing his hands over Sarah’s, he lent down and kissed her belly “All of you”.


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