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Sweetheart, am I ever going to be able to see the floor of our living room again?
Vincent, I need to speak with you. When you have a moment.
It seems the curses are coming more slowly, this month. Not a complaint, by any means, just an observation. Still, it makes you wonder what's in store for tomorrow.
Vincent, I need to speak with you. When you have a moment.
It seems the curses are coming more slowly, this month. Not a complaint, by any means, just an observation. Still, it makes you wonder what's in store for tomorrow.
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"... sorry... sorry.. But... the thought of Cloud in a dress...."
The laughter smothered into giggles.
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"Would you prefer that, love? We could just go, now. We don't even have to tell anyone."
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His next words, however, didn't.
She went still, an odd expression on her face.
".... in some ways, yeah, but... I didn't get a wedding last time, and I don't think I'll ever marry back home. I... don't think I'll live long enough."
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"This is supposed to be your day, love. Whatever you want goes. You know that, right?"
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"... I just want you."
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"So whatever's down the list after that."
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"... I should ask Lestat to be my Maid of Honor... or would it be dishonor in his case? He's really not much of a maid either..."
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Her head tipped a little, letting his lips roam as they wanted to.
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He pulled back just enough before they got carried away, even though he was still ready for more, even after last night.
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"... it won't be lavender or any soft pastel crap like that."
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"Sweetheart, you can dress everyone in lemon yellow and I'll still be there."
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"You better be there. Wouldn't be much of a wedding without the groom. Besides, yellow that bright would wash Lestat and Cloud both out."
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His smile turned wicked and he caught her hands pre-emptively, before she could smack him.
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Sure enough, just as she was about to start poking him again, her hands were captured. Laughing, she wriggled back against him.
"Heeey, that's no fair."
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"How is it not?"
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"Because I say it's not?"
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"What about afterwords?" It's not like they can have a proper honeymoon, but he's sure Niko will give them some time off.
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Her eyes were locked on him now.
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"I believe there's a time just after the ceremony we're supposed to spend locked away in our bedroom, making love for hours on end. Which I'm not sure is all that different from our normal weekends, but tradition demands."
He regrets that he can't take her on a real honeymoon, somewhere far away and exotic. But he'll settle for what they can have.
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"I think we're already doing that. I can't seem to help myself."
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"I'd like you to have something special, lover. You deserve it."
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"Something more special, then."
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