He's almost giddy. She's laughing enough for the two of them and he doesn't mind at all. Suddenly it hits:
"Fleur. We're married."
We're married.
And it's perfect.
"I can't wait to tell the world. But... the world can wait." The car turns round, the driver entirely silent behind the privacy window, heading back towards the city.
Tonight is for them. For celebrating this moment, this feeling, this most amazing night, this love that they have. As the city lights grow closer, Bill settles his arm around Fleur contentedly and kisses her.
And again.
And he loves her so much, and he knows that what he feels will never die, will never lessen. How could it: she's magic.
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timeasmymeasure
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Date: 2005-07-19 08:49 pm (UTC)"Fleur. We're married."
We're married.
And it's perfect.
"I can't wait to tell the world. But... the world can wait." The car turns round, the driver entirely silent behind the privacy window, heading back towards the city.
Tonight is for them. For celebrating this moment, this feeling, this most amazing night, this love that they have. As the city lights grow closer, Bill settles his arm around Fleur contentedly and kisses her.
And again.
And he loves her so much, and he knows that what he feels will never die, will never lessen. How could it: she's magic.
Magic.