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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[valiantrebel]

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.

[tiltingwithlips]

Oh, she'll hold nothing against him.

Except, you know, herself?

[valiantrebel]

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.

[tiltingwithlips]

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.

[valiantrebel]

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...

[tiltingwithlips]

Panting a little herself, she nuzzles his cheek.

"My lord?"

[valiantrebel]

He smiles, and reaches to stroke her cheek.

"Yes, my lady?"

[tiltingwithlips]

She smiles back up at him, automatically.

"Art well?"

[valiantrebel]

"More than I may tell thee with words."

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

[tiltingwithlips]

A kiss is more than acceptable.

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

[valiantrebel]

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.

[tiltingwithlips]

"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.

[valiantrebel]

He pauses.

"But?"

[tiltingwithlips]

"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."

[valiantrebel]

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

[tiltingwithlips]

She giggles and kisses him.

"Thou'rt a credit to thy name."

[valiantrebel]

The kiss is so brief, but so fine. He cannot but laugh himself, and idly (compulsively, besottedly) push a lock of her hair behind her ear.

"I must have more care, now that thou'st taken it."

True enough; but for all that, he also may take leave of the world with her as often as they both like. Which means more kissing, and more conversation, and tonight -- more than tonight -- little enough sleep to come.