“Now, now my dear wife, how can you not expect me to want more than a mere 5 minutes with you seeing you like that?”
Dainty hands whipped out to smack away the wandering hands moving higher up her waist.
“I knew I shouldn’t have snuck in,” she huffed indignantly, cheeks flushed red as she felt his eyes slowly and sensually undressing her in his mind.
“Anyways, I’m not your wife!”
“Yet, my dear Alice, do not fret the details.” He restrained his hands to keep to her head, gently caressing the silky strands tucked into a loose bun, not wanting to suffer another hard smack on his hands from her. Although he certainly wouldn’t mind if she smacked him elsewhere tonight.
His eyes glazed over and her already flushed face simply dissolved into a flustered red that put to shame the brightest, reddest rouges. He chuckled as she turned away from him almost immediately, unable to stand the intensity of his lustful gaze.
“I’m glad you snuck in before the real ceremony, if I were to see you looking so pure for the first time during the ceremony, I would have no regards for audience and location and would have-“
He would have continued his sentence had his lips not been sealed shut by a softer pair, and it always struck him, no matter how often he kissed his soon to be wife, how her lips could feel even softer than they looked. Knowing how his bride got during mere kisses, he tightened his grip on her waist, sneaking in a playful grope of her chest when her knees gave way.
Panting, her face dazed and looking unfocused at him, he made sure to burn the very picture into his memory. Etch it so deeply into his brain, her eyes made wider with a thin stroke of eyeliner, cheeks flushed, skin glowing, skin even more ivory white in the slightly off white wedding gown, not even time could steal this image away from him. He never made wishes, but for once he hoped that time would stop in its tracks and freeze everyone else while he took his time to show her how much he really appreciated her.
“Blood, we need to go, or we’ll be late!” he glanced down at his still bright red bride grabbing his shirt to try and stand up.
“Well, you’re probably not going to make it far with those wobbly knees, my dear wife.”
“Shut up! Whose fault do you think-“ she squealed and flailed as he smoothly swept her off her feet.
“Your fault, my dear. You started the kiss remember?” he strode across the room, pushing the door open with his shoulder.
“I, erm,” her face turned away from his, yet he could still see her trembling lips, “I love you, you know.”
His cheeks warmed, and he was pretty sure he was blushing almost as hard as his lovely wife.
“Well, I… I love you too, my dear Alice, and will do so for as long as I can.” And he meant every word her said. Because this woman was one he never knew he needed, and now that he had a taste of her, he wondered how he had ever survived without her. The only one where, if she so ordered, he would gladly bow down and serve her.
His wife. His Alice. All of her, her stubbornness, her bashfulness, her heart, all of it of his. And in return she held all of him in her small palms. She would never realise how she had him wrapped about her little finger, and he never realised he would actually enjoy that. But there was time, lots of time for them to further explore all this. Because in a few moments’ time, they would be legally bound together.
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