Rafe sighed blissfully.
"This is better than heaven," he commented, lifting his fiancée's left hand to kiss the
knuckle just below her engagement ring.
The couple lay peacefully in the oversized bathtub in the master bathroom at Lucy's
house. Alison, her long blonde locks contained in a hairclip, rested against the tub's
cool porcelain wall. Rafe, nestled in between her legs, leaned back against her
chest.
"Can we just stay like this forever?" asked Alison, wrapping her arms and legs around
him tightly. "I don't ever want to let you go."
"That sounds good to me," said Rafe, starting to kiss each of the knuckles on her
other hand. "We do have a wedding to plan now, though."
He smiled brightly.
He and Alison were finally going to be married, legally married, in front of God, their
families, and all their friends. Nothing in the world could have made him happier.
Alison sighed, her eyelids fluttering shut.
Finally, all of her dreams were coming true.
"Can we just stay in here 'til we get all pruney, then?" she suggested, a tiny pout on
her lips.
"You got it," Rafe agreed, closing his own eyes and folding his muscular arms over
hers.
"You know, Rafe," began Alison. "Now we have a wedding to plan. This one isn't
going to be like the last one. We have to book a church and find a place for the
reception, and then there's my dress and the tux…"
An idea hit her, and Alison's eyelids flew open once again.
"Hey, would you be willing to wear a tie?"
Rafe chuckled lightly, his eyes still shut.
"I will wear whatever you want, angel," he replied softly. "I will do whatever you
want me to because I want you to have the wedding you've always dreamed of."
"Thank you," she whispered, smiling.
Leaning forward, she brushed a wet cluster of honey-blond hair off his neck and
dropped a kiss there in its place.
"You know," she murmured, her breath warm on his wet skin. "I was thinking that
there is one thing you can do for me…"
"Yeah?" asked Rafe, intrigued.
"Mm-hmm," Alison answered.
Using her fingers to sweep away more of his unruly hair, she kissed a line up from his
neck to his ear.
Despite his position in the heated bathwater, Rafe shivered involuntarily at her
touch.
"Anything you want," he murmured, tilting his head to allow her better access.
She made him feel so good…
"Well, I was thinking…"
Alison began kissing the soft skin behind his ear.
"…that our wedding is going to be a special occasion…"
"Mm-hmm," moaned Rafe softly.
"…so we'll need to look extra special…"
Her mouth traveled to his earlobe.
"Mm-hmm," repeated Rafe.
God, she was killing him. He couldn't think of anything else to say.
"So… maybe... you should get a haircut."
Alison knew she'd have to be careful when broaching the subject of his hair. He was
very protective of his honey-colored locks, but they'd grown out of control!
He was starting to look like a little lion! If she didn't act fast, his hair would soon be
as long as hers!
"Mmm," was all Rafe could manage at the moment, and she gleefully took that as a
"yes."
Smiling triumphantly, Alison giggled.
Craning her neck forward, her lips finally connected with his, and the rest of their
thoughts melted away…
"This is better than heaven," he commented, lifting his fiancée's left hand to kiss the
knuckle just below her engagement ring.
The couple lay peacefully in the oversized bathtub in the master bathroom at Lucy's
house. Alison, her long blonde locks contained in a hairclip, rested against the tub's
cool porcelain wall. Rafe, nestled in between her legs, leaned back against her
chest.
"Can we just stay like this forever?" asked Alison, wrapping her arms and legs around
him tightly. "I don't ever want to let you go."
"That sounds good to me," said Rafe, starting to kiss each of the knuckles on her
other hand. "We do have a wedding to plan now, though."
He smiled brightly.
He and Alison were finally going to be married, legally married, in front of God, their
families, and all their friends. Nothing in the world could have made him happier.
Alison sighed, her eyelids fluttering shut.
Finally, all of her dreams were coming true.
"Can we just stay in here 'til we get all pruney, then?" she suggested, a tiny pout on
her lips.
"You got it," Rafe agreed, closing his own eyes and folding his muscular arms over
hers.
"You know, Rafe," began Alison. "Now we have a wedding to plan. This one isn't
going to be like the last one. We have to book a church and find a place for the
reception, and then there's my dress and the tux…"
An idea hit her, and Alison's eyelids flew open once again.
"Hey, would you be willing to wear a tie?"
Rafe chuckled lightly, his eyes still shut.
"I will wear whatever you want, angel," he replied softly. "I will do whatever you
want me to because I want you to have the wedding you've always dreamed of."
"Thank you," she whispered, smiling.
Leaning forward, she brushed a wet cluster of honey-blond hair off his neck and
dropped a kiss there in its place.
"You know," she murmured, her breath warm on his wet skin. "I was thinking that
there is one thing you can do for me…"
"Yeah?" asked Rafe, intrigued.
"Mm-hmm," Alison answered.
Using her fingers to sweep away more of his unruly hair, she kissed a line up from his
neck to his ear.
Despite his position in the heated bathwater, Rafe shivered involuntarily at her
touch.
"Anything you want," he murmured, tilting his head to allow her better access.
She made him feel so good…
"Well, I was thinking…"
Alison began kissing the soft skin behind his ear.
"…that our wedding is going to be a special occasion…"
"Mm-hmm," moaned Rafe softly.
"…so we'll need to look extra special…"
Her mouth traveled to his earlobe.
"Mm-hmm," repeated Rafe.
God, she was killing him. He couldn't think of anything else to say.
"So… maybe... you should get a haircut."
Alison knew she'd have to be careful when broaching the subject of his hair. He was
very protective of his honey-colored locks, but they'd grown out of control!
He was starting to look like a little lion! If she didn't act fast, his hair would soon be
as long as hers!
"Mmm," was all Rafe could manage at the moment, and she gleefully took that as a
"yes."
Smiling triumphantly, Alison giggled.
Craning her neck forward, her lips finally connected with his, and the rest of their
thoughts melted away…