Bill can't remember ever wanting to do anything more.
As his lips meet hers their clothing fairly flies off them: gown and tuxedo and garters and veil and dress shirt and vest and tie and trousers fold themselves neatly on a corner chair. Her bouquet settles into a vase, but neither of them really pays any mind to any of this.
Fleur wants satisfied; he'll make certain she's satisfied.
(He's good at that.)
With a flick of his hand the lights dim.
And everything else... there is no everything else. There's only Fleur.
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Date: 2005-07-19 09:44 pm (UTC)As his lips meet hers their clothing fairly flies off them: gown and tuxedo and garters and veil and dress shirt and vest and tie and trousers fold themselves neatly on a corner chair. Her bouquet settles into a vase, but neither of them really pays any mind to any of this.
Fleur wants satisfied; he'll make certain she's satisfied.
(He's good at that.)
With a flick of his hand the lights dim.
And everything else... there is no everything else. There's only Fleur.