å elske | Image/Prune
The wedding was over, but nothing felt more perfect than being able to call himself Image's husband. He'd arranged the trip to Alaska, just as Image wanted... and Prurient did not care where they went... so long as he was with his spouse, always. It was perfect weather. Snow on the ground up to Prurient's mid-calf... Chilly, but warm with the fireplace. All because he did not want Image to be too chilly just because he could not stand certain heated temperatures.
Right about now, Image would be coming into the bedroom, which Prurient was setting up with white candles, to set up an atmosphere. Sure, they had made love before, but this was to consummate their marriage. This was going to be different, gentler. This would be an unbreakable bond that Prurient was going to make sure was so damned near close to perfect that it might as well be perfection anyways. He smiled, actually smiled, as he looked around, and pulled the heavy blanket from the bed... White pedals.
Hell, why not. Although, the only music to be played would be the blessed sounds of Image moaning just for him... Calling his name, telling him he wanted more... Prurient would give him all he wanted and more so long as he could hear all of it.
He stepped back and lit the last candle, biting his lip. "You can come in now, my love."