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]

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."

[valiantrebel]

"Zounds!" He knits his brow, but he's still smiling. "How much better to be a high-born lady."

A small twist of his wrist and he's laid two fingers on her. And oh, she is a lady, but she's wonderful and soft as well. He runs each finger down each side, then, at the top again, an experimental roll. "How does that feel?"

[tiltingwithlips]

Her breath stutters, out then in then out in a sigh.

"Very well, lord."

[valiantrebel]

"Good."

They'll keep doing it, then.

"I'd hear of it, if there is something thou likest."

In the meantime, her other breast requires attention as well.

[tiltingwithlips]

Shivering, she tightens her grip on his hair a little.

"Then, Harry, my lord, kiss me."

[valiantrebel]

"My own Kate, gladly."

And oh, does he kiss her.

(And no, his fingers don't stop.)

[tiltingwithlips]

The moan that escapes her is long, and unintended, and entirely heartfelt.

[valiantrebel]

And encouraging. And driving him wild.

He can't help some noises of his own -- but he's holding himself together. Enough, at least, to spread her folds and tease a finger inside.

[tiltingwithlips]

It comes as a surprise -- another revelation, a sensation she barely recognizes.

She moans again against his lips. Her hips shift up towards him of their own volition.

[valiantrebel]

Harry's grin is reflexive. His finger curls inside her, and he moves his hand with her hips.

"And what else, my lady?"

[tiltingwithlips]

Breathless: "What?"

It's hard to focus. She inhales, swallows.

"That -- that, yes. And what thou didst before--"

[valiantrebel]

"Which?"

He rolls his thumb again.

"This?"

Or perhaps she meant the kissing with teeth.

[tiltingwithlips]

Judging by the shudder and the way her hips jerk again, the answer is all of the above.

But maybe especially what he's doing with his thumb.

[valiantrebel]

Not too fast, for all they both wish it, not so soon--

If a thumb is good, two fingers, one already wet, must surely be better.

(He rubs against her thigh as he moves, and even that little touch is a maddening promise.)

[tiltingwithlips]

She gives a heartfelt groan and buries her face in the crook of his neck. The building heat, the -- sensation, the pressure is unlike anything she's felt before. She doesn't quite know how to handle it. Thankfully her body seems to have its own ideas on the matter.

[valiantrebel]

Harry is thrown for all of a moment: he had -- he had hoped for a particular next step, but she's close enough, it would be a shame to interrupt.

Then he remembers how much time they've got, tonight and after, and he contents himself.

The key now is to keep it steady.

"Kate--" (and he's breathing a little hard himself) "--how now?"

[tiltingwithlips]

"How now?" she echoes, breathless and distracted, her voice somewhat muffled against his skin.