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.

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[tiltingwithlips]

She nods, and leans in for a soft kiss.

"Very well."

[valiantrebel]

He's still frowning a little when they part. "I trust thou knowst there's more."

[tiltingwithlips]

"I did think as much," dryly.

[valiantrebel]

"Just checking."

...

"Why ask?"

[tiltingwithlips]

"Why ask if thou art well?" she echoes, blinking.

[valiantrebel]

"Aye, was something amiss?"

[tiltingwithlips]

"I do not know, else I would not have asked."

[valiantrebel]

"...Let's back to other things, what say you?"

[tiltingwithlips]

Kate raises her eyebrows, then laughs and leans in to kiss him.

And trails her fingers up his thigh.

[valiantrebel]

Oh, well spoke, if that may be called speaking.

She's a quick study, and a bold, and he can't even articulate what that does for him. He kisses back, runs his knuckles over her spine, but in truth right now he wants to see what she does next.

[tiltingwithlips]

Why, she runs her fingers over his skin and wraps them around him again, of course. After all, it worked out so well before.

[valiantrebel]

At that, he chuckles. "Ah, love--"

And, carefully, he shifts and rolls on top of her. "Let's try thee for a bit first."

[tiltingwithlips]

"Oh?"

She lets go and wraps a hand around the back of his neck, instead, her eyebrows raised.

"Come, then, what wouldst thou have of me?"

[valiantrebel]

"Good my lady, every inch."

Let's start with her throat again. Just to start.

One hand he splays at the joint of her hip and inner thigh.

[tiltingwithlips]

Her breath catches. She shifts under him for a moment, mostly from nerves, then relaxes into the feeling of his mouth on her skin.

Well, relaxes may not be the precise term, given the shiver that runs through her.

[valiantrebel]

He feels that, his other hand resting at her waist, thumb swiping over the bottom of her ribs. He moves his mouth to her shoulder, and the hand to her breast.

The other hand stays where it is, though his fingers shift and grip a little.

[tiltingwithlips]

Her breathing is deep, pressing her ribs out and up against his hand, and her gaze is still fixed on his face as much as possible.

[valiantrebel]

"Mmm."

He slides lower down her chest, and glances up. "So quiet."

As long as he can see her eyes, he'll keep his on hers. Especially when he takes her nipple in his mouth again, longer, harder.

[tiltingwithlips]

Well, she makes a sound for that, a whimper cut short when she bites her lip.

And, half-laughing: "Are we meant to talk?"

[valiantrebel]

He rests his chin below her breast and grins. "We're meant to do as it pleases us."

Which, at the moment, means flicking her nipple with his tongue and suckling.

[tiltingwithlips]

"A-ah, aye, so I see."

In which case, she slides a hand into his hair, gripping lightly.

[valiantrebel]

A short exhalation, right against her skin. Harry flattens himself against her, focusing on the tops of her breasts. As he kisses, he hums, and feels the vibration fill him up.

The hand at her thigh shifts upward. He begins to skim over her skin, and bury his fingers in her hair.

[tiltingwithlips]

Kate sucks in a breath, tensing, and lifts her head to see what he's doing.

[valiantrebel]

Not so much as he plans to; just some slow sweeps up and down the top of her folds with the pad of his thumb.

He can't resist the tease, though. "It was this, my lady." He dips his thumb a little lower, smiling. "What I spoke of before."

[tiltingwithlips]

He'll find her warm, and beginning to dampen. She gasps again, her hips shifting.

"I -- oh." Her cheeks are starting to flush. "My lord, a high-born maid should never stray so low."