tiltingwithlips | with this ring, I thee wed

with this ring, I thee wed

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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"I could not say." She steals a kiss and runs her palm over his side. "Methinks thou hast all of me."

"So graciously matched, as thou hast me as well." He lowers himself for another kiss, and presses closer. "Yet ask of me something, my lady."

Her mouth quirks sideways in a smile.

"The stars," she says, and kisses him again.

He laughs. "Something difficult."

Less difficult than waiting, anyway. His hand is starting to play over her inner thigh.

Her breath hitches, just barely, and she laughs herself.

"Harry, my lord, thou'rt far from perfect in dissembling." She swallows, then kisses his cheek. "But perfect in patience, I wot. I know well enough there is more to go -- then let's go to't, and with a good will."

"Still talking, my lady."

Better to tease and kiss than speak, what with the state they're both in.

Harry tries to be mindful guiding himself in. Better to kiss, and before they both know it--

Kate can't help it: she tenses up as he starts to enter her. It isn't exactly painful, not like she was expecting, but it's -- very strange.

She bites her lip and grips his shoulders.

That -- halts him halfway.

"Ah—breathe, breathe, Kate."

He runs his palm up and down her thigh, her hip, her side. "Don't think on it, just let go."

--Oh. She is more or less holding her breath, isn't she.

She swallows again, sighs, and moves one hand to his cheek.

"All's well -- all's well."

This may be as much to reassure herself as him.

He needed a bit of reassuring; now he's smiling again.

"So it is."

And with a shift of his hips, a steady push...

"How is that?"

She winces, but nods.

"'Tis well."

Still not exactly what she'd call comfortable, but she doesn't need him to stop.

He leans down to steal a kiss. "That will get better."

And because actions speak louder than words, he punctuates that with an experimental little roll.

"!!"

Her hand slides up from his cheek to tangle in his hair, as if to keep her anchored.

Is that good? That -- seems good? Because he's pleased, certainly, and everything below the waist feels quite good.

Maybe some repetition?

Her breath comes in gasps, surprised but certainly not displeased. And he's right: it does get easier, slowly but surely. She starts to loosen her grip on his hair and shoulder -- and there, there's a moan.

There, was it?

He slows down, draws it out at the crest of the roll -- and much to his own surprise, is moaning himself.

A good spot, apparently.

Oh, a very good spot. She arches her neck, tipping her head back against the bed.

So much for loosening her grip. At least now it's because she wants him closer.

What the lady wants, the lady will get. Particularly because Harry wants every possible inch of her skin on his, as long as they both can keep this up.

Their noses are nearly touching when he laughs and threads his fingers through her hair. "And you wanted to sleep."

Kate blinks up at him, and then bursts into giggles.

"But I was younger then, love -- ah -- you must forgive me my folly."

He actually has a joke on the tip of his tongue -- but it's cut off by the absolutely amazing something that just happened when she giggled. In the moment before he can respond, he totally unschools his face, brow knitted and jaw slack.

"...God's me, I'll forgive anything, my lady!"

His face is not making it easier for her to stop laughing, you know.

Oh, because she's so dignified?

Don't mind that goofy grin he's wearing, he'll just be over here, kissing along her neck and seeing what happens if he speeds up a little.

Her dignity is beyond reproach!

She winces a little at the first change of speed, but relaxes as she exhales. His lips on her neck help a great deal.

He's more than content to keep them there, but he'll still make forays elsewhere, over her throat, along her jaw, down her collarbone.

His hand is wandering too, along the dip at her side and over toward the small of her back.

Inhaling, she arches her back beneath him -- and then gasps at the way it changes the sensation.

"Oh, love."

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