with this ring, I thee wed

[tiltingwithlips]

Man and wife.

They are at last man and wife, he hers and she his -- the Lord and Lady Percy.

It has been quite a day.

When the festivities are finally done, they have burned a great many candles, eaten a great deal of food, danced many a dance. Elizabeth is the one who finally takes Harry's hand, covering a yawn, and tugs him towards the door of the hall. The remaining guests raise a cheer and a cup as the couple head upstairs to their rooms.

Kate leans on Harry as they ascend the stairs, loose-limbed and smiling from exhaustion.

Comments

[tiltingwithlips]

"--Oh!"

She runs her hands down his sides to his waist and starts to fumble with the laces.

"Are they such a burden?"

[valiantrebel]

"Oh, a desperate one, in faith!" He drops to the sheets, on his side.

He's still not able to keep his hands away from her hair, though.

[tiltingwithlips]

She sits up to keep working on undoing his trousers and starts pulling them down his hips.

"Let us relieve thee, then."

[valiantrebel]

"The lady is kind."

Naturally he twists to help her a little.

[tiltingwithlips]

A little farther down, and he's free.

Kate stops, blinking.

"'Swounds," she murmurs, "'tis no wonder they troubled thee."

[valiantrebel]

"My plight is not o'erstated, then?"

[tiltingwithlips]

"It would seem not."

Hesitating, she extends a hand to touch his . . . plight.

[valiantrebel]

Harry and his troubles are both receptive to her attentions. He grins up at her.

"What art thou thinking?"

If it's how to proceed, he has some ideas.

[tiltingwithlips]

"I cannot say."

Her fingers are light on his skin, uncertain.

[valiantrebel]

Too light, though he's been guilty of same.

He reaches down and wraps her hand around hers.

A little more pressure won't hurt. Especially if they just start slow.

[tiltingwithlips]

She draws in a breath, her eyes flicking up to his face for a moment, then squeezes him experimentally.

[valiantrebel]

Oh--!

"Less so, less so just yet!"

[tiltingwithlips]

"--I cry your pardon!"

She lets go hastily.

[valiantrebel]

"No, it's fine, it's fine!"

He takes her hand again. "Look you."

Slow and steady, up and down, to start.

[tiltingwithlips]

It only takes her a minute to catch on to what he wants. Once she has his rhythm, she shifts closer, the better to steal a kiss.

[valiantrebel]

That happy warmth hits him hard and fast. He can't stop punctuating the kiss with happy groans.

He needs his hands on her; he needs to run his palms over her back and cup her from behind.

[tiltingwithlips]

She lets out a surprised, pleased noise and arches her back, pressing against his hands.

[valiantrebel]

He wants to be patient -- he should want to be patient -- but God, he cannot wait to be inside her.

His fingers find their way to her hair again. His movements are starting to get a little sloppy as he fists and tugs, though he stays careful enough when he bites at her lip.

[tiltingwithlips]

"--!"

She pulls back, blinking at him.

"My lord?"

[valiantrebel]

He blinks back, panting.

"My lady?"

[tiltingwithlips]

Confused: "You bit me."

[valiantrebel]

"But a little!"

A pause, still panting. They were sort of in the middle of something.

"No more biting?"

[tiltingwithlips]

She considers this.

And then, carefully, leans in to take his lower lip between her teeth.

[valiantrebel]

The temptation to kiss back hard is there.



...ah, what else is temptation for?

[tiltingwithlips]

Someone is liable to end up bloody if this goes on.

Kate is breathless and uncertain for but a moment before returning the kiss.