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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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"I didn't say that. Like I said, summers here aren't like in St. Louis. It'd get humid enough there that you felt like you'd been rained on after being outside for half an hour."
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"We can have the reception at Lux. I'm sure Niko won't mind."
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The kisses to her neck could become distracting, but she still leans back closer, humming happily.
"Lestat told me he's getting me something to wear. God knows what. I'll end up in lace or something."
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He keeps it soft, nuzzling the skin gently.
"I'm sure Lestat knows you well enough to select something stunning." Maybe he should have a few words with the vampire. Just in case.
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Only Anita would plan her weaponry for her wedding day.
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"You'll be stunning, sweetheart. You are already."
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He rested his chin against her shoulder, smiling a little. "We could just elope. I'm beginning to see why many couples consider that option."
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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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