'I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride' smiled the archbishop. Joseph hesitated, unused to showing his affections in public. He wasn't sure if Clarisse wanted to kiss him. After all she wouldn't touch him in public and they hadn't spoken properly in over a week. Grinning, Clarisse took the lead quickly joining their mouths in a short, loving kiss. She wanted to give him a proper kiss but that would have to wait. Relief flooded through Joseph and he too grinned as they caught each others eyes.
'Perhaps we should have a moment alone, don't you agree?' Whispered Clarisse in his ear. Joseph took her arm swiftly leading her through a side door into a cleaning cupboard. 'Oh of all the places Joseph' Clarisse laughed. But Joseph didn't laugh. Instead he stared deeply into her eyes. She noticed how dark they were, barely showing their blue colour. She opened her mouth ready to apologise for her rejection of his love over the past week but before she could even utter a word his mouth was softly pressed to hers and she was helpless. Moist warm lips moved over hers in the most delightful way as one hand cupped her cheek and the other circled her waist slowly pulling her closer to him. She sighed into the kiss, allowing him to pull her tightly against his warm, hard body. His thumb lightly stroked her cheek. The roughness of the pad of his thumb elicited a small gasp and Joseph used this to his advantage, putting the tip of his tongue in between her teeth all the while rhythmically squeezing her waist in the most delicious way. Clarisse could feel herself going lightheaded and all sense leaving her as his lips fully assaulted her mouth.
As the kiss slowly came to a natural end they broke apart and she rested her head against his shoulder breathing in his musky scent. Joseph always smelt the same and his scent never failed to calm her and even lately she found she would ache in unusual places whenever she got a breath of his scent. She wasn't sure what this ache was but it was driving her insane as all she could think about was what it would be like to have his body pressed all along hers. Slowly coming back to reality she again tried to apologise. 'I'm-'
'I know' he interrupted her with a knowing look in his eyes. 'I love you so much Joseph. So much' she whispered, eyes watering at the thought of how close she had come to losing him. 'I don't deserve you' she looked at him sadly. Joseph shook his head smiling 'No it is I who doesn't deserve you. You are...' he sighed trying to think of a word to describe how amazing she was. It just couldn't be done, she was his everything, always. 'You are everything to me. I can't find the words to describe how you make me feel' now tears fell with ease down her cheeks. 'Oh Joseph I feel the same way. I don't know what I would have done if you'd left'
'Hush Clarrie. Don't worry yourself about that. I won't ever leave you. Not a chance Mi Reina' he whispered against her lips. 'We have to get back before Shades sends out a search party' she sighed. Sometimes she hated being queen. People always had to know where she was and what she was doing. Sometimes a woman just needed a private minute alone. He held out his arm, 'Come Mrs Elizondo' causing Clarisse to giggle. She joyfully took his arm and let him lead her back into the crowd of well wishers. She'd never felt happier.