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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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."

Words are not his first instinct right now, not here between her thighs. He hopes he'll be forgiven that, and that a rapturous smile and how he needs her lips will do for an answer.

Groaning against his mouth will probably serve as a reply on her part, then, no?

A marriage is all about communication, after all.

Well, and perhaps the desperate, involuntary noises he's making as the wash of sensation, of heat and body and Kate, starts to build toward overwhelming him.

Confusing and unfamiliar as this may be, she likes it. Wrapping her arms around him, she grips his hair and holds him close.

Ah, that pull -- he twists his head, just enough so that she's tugging a little more.

"Ah -- Kate -- by God, love--"

He can't be held responsible for anything he says, or possibly does, so close as he is.

Oh, she'll hold nothing against him.

Except, you know, herself?

Good thing, because he needs the anchor.

Kate, don't be too shocked, but your lord husband is vocal when he comes. Very vocal.

And so, so happy.

That is the least surprising aspect of this whole night.

Her breath catches as he comes; she can feel him inside her, feel him coming apart in her arms in a glorious way.

Even Harry Percy will go quiet after giving voice to all that. And maybe even a little docile.

It's lovely, this moment, catching his breath and close as two people can be. If they can just stay here, just like this, not even separated yet...

Panting a little herself, she nuzzles his cheek.

"My lord?"

He smiles, and reaches to stroke her cheek.

"Yes, my lady?"

She smiles back up at him, automatically.

"Art well?"

"More than I may tell thee with words."

Will a kiss do? He'd really like to kiss her right now.

A kiss is more than acceptable.

She hugs him closer, chuckling, and kisses him back.

It's a long bit of kissing, since the kissing is particularly good, but eventually he remembers to ask, "And thee?"

His other hand he rubs slowly, lazily, up and down her thigh.

"Mmmmm." She plants another kiss on the corner of his mouth. "Mm? Well, my love, well."

A little sore, and a little -- tight, like twisted cloth waiting to be released.

He pauses.

"But?"

"But what?" She loosens her grip on him and strokes his cheek. "If thou art well, and I am well, then all the world is well, and let there be no alteration."

Sing-song, and certainly not teasing: "I only wished to ask."

She giggles and kisses him.

"Thou'rt a credit to thy name."

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