Alastor paused on the porch of the quaint cottage in view of the breaking
waves and the lighthouse on the far end of the shore. "I hear it is
customary for the groom to carry the bride over the threshold, Poppy, but
I'm afraid I'm unable to carry you over the threshold." He said to Poppy,
as he opened the door for her.
"I wouldn't let you anyway, I'd cause you injury." She winked, her eyes sparkling.
"After you, my wife." Alastor laughed and gestured her inside.
Poppy grinned at the word and moved inside to gaze around the room, taking in all the nice cherry wood finishings and the wine colored sofa and beautiful bay window. "Wow, this is lovely." She murmured in admiration, her eyes bright. Alastor followed her inside and shut the door behind him; his magical eye swiveling to take in their surroundings. "Indeed, it is." He admitted, moving to her to wrap his arms around her from behind.
Poppy sighed and leaned into him, her gaze on the breaking waves seen from the window. "This is a dream come true ..." She whispered, her voice trailing off.
"For me as well, Poppy." Alastor breathed in her scent, the white roses and orange poppies which she'd woven into a garland to wear for their wedding teasing him. She closed her eyes, her hand coming up to caress his face.
"Poppy..." He shivered at her touch, turning her face to his.
"Alastor ..." She kissed him tenderly, feeling her heart soar.
He kissed her back, pulling her close as he did so. She slowly wound her arms around him, pulling away to kiss his neck lightly. Shivering at her lips on his neck, he slid his hand down her back. Poppy nibbled lightly on his ear, and then kissed his neck and his jawline.
"Poppy, perhaps we should move to the bedroom." Alastor groaned as her kisses ignited little fires under his skin.
She pulled away and nodded, her eyes meeting his. He took her hand in his, leading her into the bedroom. She followed him, twining her fingers in his. He lead her over to the bed, at which point she faced him looking into his eyes as she began to unravel his robes, slowly and gently.Alastor shivered at her touch and began undoing the buttons of her robes. Her heart raced, as she gently moved his robes off of him to run her hands over his skin. She moved closer and kissed his neck once more.
Alastor felt his blood thrumming in his veins as he removed her robes to gaze down at her in adoration. "Oh, Poppy, you are so beautiful."
Poppy blushed and moves closer to him. "You're so wonderful Alastor ..." she breathed, kissing his scars.
He sat down on the bed and tugged her down beside him, kissing her once more. She moved his arms so they encircled her, as she kissed him deeply and passionately. Alastor tightened his arms around her, pulling her close. Poppy slowly lowered herself back on the bed pulling him down with her, still kissing him passionately.
He kissed her jawline, moving lower each moment. "I love you, Poppy." He murmured between his kisses. Poppy moaned at his kisses which were inflamming her skin. "I love you Alastor ..." she breathed as she gave her body, heart, and soul over to him.
"I wouldn't let you anyway, I'd cause you injury." She winked, her eyes sparkling.
"After you, my wife." Alastor laughed and gestured her inside.
Poppy grinned at the word and moved inside to gaze around the room, taking in all the nice cherry wood finishings and the wine colored sofa and beautiful bay window. "Wow, this is lovely." She murmured in admiration, her eyes bright. Alastor followed her inside and shut the door behind him; his magical eye swiveling to take in their surroundings. "Indeed, it is." He admitted, moving to her to wrap his arms around her from behind.
Poppy sighed and leaned into him, her gaze on the breaking waves seen from the window. "This is a dream come true ..." She whispered, her voice trailing off.
"For me as well, Poppy." Alastor breathed in her scent, the white roses and orange poppies which she'd woven into a garland to wear for their wedding teasing him. She closed her eyes, her hand coming up to caress his face.
"Poppy..." He shivered at her touch, turning her face to his.
"Alastor ..." She kissed him tenderly, feeling her heart soar.
He kissed her back, pulling her close as he did so. She slowly wound her arms around him, pulling away to kiss his neck lightly. Shivering at her lips on his neck, he slid his hand down her back. Poppy nibbled lightly on his ear, and then kissed his neck and his jawline.
"Poppy, perhaps we should move to the bedroom." Alastor groaned as her kisses ignited little fires under his skin.
She pulled away and nodded, her eyes meeting his. He took her hand in his, leading her into the bedroom. She followed him, twining her fingers in his. He lead her over to the bed, at which point she faced him looking into his eyes as she began to unravel his robes, slowly and gently.Alastor shivered at her touch and began undoing the buttons of her robes. Her heart raced, as she gently moved his robes off of him to run her hands over his skin. She moved closer and kissed his neck once more.
Alastor felt his blood thrumming in his veins as he removed her robes to gaze down at her in adoration. "Oh, Poppy, you are so beautiful."
Poppy blushed and moves closer to him. "You're so wonderful Alastor ..." she breathed, kissing his scars.
He sat down on the bed and tugged her down beside him, kissing her once more. She moved his arms so they encircled her, as she kissed him deeply and passionately. Alastor tightened his arms around her, pulling her close. Poppy slowly lowered herself back on the bed pulling him down with her, still kissing him passionately.
He kissed her jawline, moving lower each moment. "I love you, Poppy." He murmured between his kisses. Poppy moaned at his kisses which were inflamming her skin. "I love you Alastor ..." she breathed as she gave her body, heart, and soul over to him.
