Okay, so Barbarama demanded I write something for this hokey scene so here's a quickie.
Their bodies undulated as one, so that with every fall of their galloping stead, Julia's breath hitched. Even through the many layers of her hideous bridal attire and faux cushioning for her derriere, she could feel her husband's arousal hard and strong against her backside. It was such a beautiful feeling that the ecstasy of what was to come was written all over her face.
She had half a mind to forgo this rushed execution of the law and simply stop at the nearest hotel so that they could make sweet, passionate, nerdy love for the first of many, many times. But the thought of catching filthy criminals that duped them, (and possibly punching someone in the throat for good measure) held equal sway for her, so they stayed on course.
As they passed across a bridge, various joyful strangers waved and cheered them on, as if they too knew how much pleasure her husband would soon be giving her and greatly approved; rightly so. However, there was one exception to the positive affirmations. A rather hard edged woman, in a dreadful lacy blue dress, gave her such a look of scorn that even a depraved lunatic would have taken note of it, or even George!
Julia simply threw her head back, almost shattering William's nose, and moaned loudly as they neared the wretched creature, who clearly hadn't gotten any since 1874! In the fleeting moment as they passed, Julia caught the woman's shocked and disgusted expression and hoped to hold on to that image for the rest of her days.
This sound of feigned satisfaction elicited a restrained grunt from her husband and if possible his man reaction poked her even more than it previously was, throwing her into further fits of rapture for all the world to see.
Tonight she would make sure William worshipped her body even more than bicycle gears! And really, how much more could a woman ask for?
