Imogen was beyond impressed with Fiona; she couldn't believe that her previously over sheltered, extremely spoiled older girlfriend had taken such a risk and put herself out there like that. Imogen recognized that it couldn't have been easy at all going blindly into a life-changing situation and not knowing the outcome; the younger girl couldn't even fathom how that must have felt. As she and Fiona retreated back to their room, hands held and fingers laced she couldn't help but hope that somehow subconsciously she had given off a vibe to ease her girlfriend's fears of getting rejected; she truly did love Fiona, and although the moment was done and over with, she couldn't help but feel sorry that her now fiancée could have even thought for a second that the answer might have been anything but 'yes'.
Imogen and Fiona usually had their public displays of affection at the highest rating of PG. They would hold hands, hug, kiss – sometimes for lengthy amounts of time - and occasionally one would end up on the other's lap briefly. After Fiona's romantic and personal gesture, all the girls wanted to do was wrap up into each other and just let the night pass, letting their genuine love be the only theme for the night. Their journey back to the room was far from a simple one; it took all the power within both of them, and more, to keep them from jumping each other's bones, but eventually they made it; their hearts still racing, and with all of the immense feelings they almost had no idea what to do with each other.
Imogen plopped down in the center of the bed, her legs crossed. Though her mind moments ago had been filled with anticipation of undressing Fiona, she couldn't help but gawk at her ring as the bright lights flicked on in their room. The diamonds in the ring were cut flawlessly and the white gold shone as if it had never been worn before; it lacked any dents, scratches or any other potential flaws for its age. Fiona was relieved that Imogen was so captivated by the ring and she couldn't help but smile wholeheartedly as she sat down beside the younger girl.
They spent the next couple minutes in silence: Imogen continued examining her ring thoroughly as it sat on her finger, and Fiona examined her doing so. Then suddenly, Fiona's back hit the cool sheets as Imogen crawled on top of her, letting her body relax down onto the older girl's and mold into it, her legs straddling her lap. Fiona was a little shocked, but giggled softly as a smiling Imogen let her lips descend onto her own, kissing her ever so gently, Fiona felt teased. Imogen withdrew from the kiss, her lips softly brushing against the older girl's. "So," she whispered against her lips, "you think you can handle being my wife?"
Fiona scrunched her nose. "It'll be rough, I'm actually dreading the responsibility of it all, but I'll find a way to endure it. If not, there's always papers available to sign off on," she joked with a wink.
Imogen gasped, her hand grasping onto Fiona's cheeks, squeezing them to give them a chubbier appearance, also causing her lips to pucker out. "Fiona Celestine Arabella Coyne, how dare you. Not even engaged for a day and divorce is already an option in your twisted mind."
Fiona shrugged her shoulders slightly. "Hey, you asked. I think you should value my honesty, that'll make the marriage last. For a while at least."
"Hmph," Imogen pouted, letting her hand slide off of her fiancée's face. "Kiss my butt you insensitive pooper," she said with a straight face, getting up from the bed.
Fiona's brows furrowed together in confusion, laughing under her breath as she watched Imogen search for an outfit for bed. "What?" was all she could manage to say.
"You heard me," Imogen said simply, pulling out a red and black, lacy and satin lingerie dress. She looked over at Fiona whose eyes were fixated on the fabric, a sly grin creeping onto her face. "Oh yeah, this? I was saving it, but I don't think you deserve it," she smirked, tossing the dress to Fiona – which ended up landing on her face. Fiona removed it but let it remain in her clutch, her gaze lifting to Imogen's, her face suddenly apologetic. "You can enjoy that on your own," the younger girl taunted.
Fiona shook it off as she sat up, tossing the dress aside. "It's okay. I'll still want you regardless of what you wear."
"But will I want you, is the real question," Imogen retorted, and rolled her eyes playfully, changing into an alternate outfit. Instead she slid on a tight-fitting Tinkerbell tank top, breaking her all-Disney streak by matching it with Victoria's Secret yoga leggings. Aware and satisfied that she had all of the power, she pranced happily over to the bed, pulled back the sheets and slipped into bed, pulling the covers up to her stomach.
Fiona turned, placing her hand on Imogen's stomach and let it slowly travel up, letting her lips brush against the younger girl's ear. "Immy…" she said, her tone seductive, "I'm sorry."
"It's okay," Imogen chirped right away.
Fiona's eyes began to twinkle at the acceptance of her apology, letting her hand continue up and grab a gentle hold of her breast. Her lips dropped down to Imogen's neck, placing light, prolonged kisses along it. "Well how about we have some fun?" She rhetorically questioned, her hot breath caressing Imogen's smooth skin.
Imogen forced a yawn while simultaneously holding back her snickers, as well as her moans and urges to give into Fiona. Her hand rested on top of Fiona's as she lightly pulled her hand from her body, dropping it down onto the sheets. "Hmm…not tonight. Too tired."
Fiona's brow cocked, utterly baffled. Her and Imogen's hormone levels were through the roof at all times and Imogen was famous for being the one who had the harder time keeping it together. How she was managing to keep from ripping off Fiona's clothes, neither of them would be able to figure out.
Imogen's head was filled with obnoxious laughter, but on the outside she was calm, cool and collected. She smiled, patting Fiona's cheek gently before leaning over and kissed her forehead. "Goodnight, dear," she said, scooting down further under the covers.
Fiona, still perplexed, got up from the bed. She had no clue whether to just climb on top of Imogen and get her as hot and bothered as possible or just let the situation be. Both of these girls were too good at this game each time it was played, but it seemed like Imogen lately was always able to one up Fiona; the older girl decided to just play it by ear as she went along with the act, changing into her oversized, cotton, navy blue Victoria's Secret v-neck night shirt that showed off her own breasts. She waited for Imogen to sneak a peek, perking up as the quirky girl finally spoke again.
"Oh and baby?"
"Yeah?" Fiona replied, trying to suppress her sudden eagerness.
"Don't forget to turn off the light."
Damn. She's just too fucking good at this game. Fiona waved the white flag in surrender, dimming the lights until they were completely out. She frowned, crawling into bed beside Imogen, lying down on her back as she pulled off the covers. To her complete surprise, Imogen had rolled onto her side and cuddled into the older girl, resting her head on her chest as her arm wrapped around the socialite's waist. Fiona couldn't help but acknowledge Imogen, her hand caressing Imogen's back as her eyes fell shut.
Imogen nuzzled her face into Fiona slightly, smirking in the darkness. "Welcome to married life."
X
The next morning, Fiona had fought all she could to get every ounce of sleep she could squeeze in. The adrenaline from the night before was overwhelming, and as soon as the proposal had successfully ended she had been burned out. Although she could have managed to have some extra fun with Imogen, she was completely exhausted.
The older girl still woke up pretty early, groaning quietly to herself as she turned from the side she woke up on onto the other. She was nearly blinded as the sunlight shone directly into her blue eyes, causing her to involuntarily squint. She noticed a shadowy figure near the window however, so she did her best to make out the scene.
As she slowly became more coherent to the world around her and let the sleep blink away from her eyes, she noticed Imogen, sitting in a chair, extra bubbly; Fiona had no idea how the younger girl could already be up and ready to go. She sat up in the bed, the covers falling into her lap as she examined her fiancée closer. Imogen's fingers had been moving at the speed of light, which left Fiona awfully curious. "What are you doing?"
Imogen shook a little, caught completely off guard. By the socialite's faint snores, she didn't expect her to be up for another hour or so but she just smiled, turning in Fiona's direction. "Morning sleepyhead. I'm just informing the world on our glorious night."
Fiona knew exactly what that meant. Imogen had either called or text messaged her parents (most likely called though and Fiona had just slept soundly through it), her FaceRange status had been updated, Eli Goldsworthy had too been personally informed either via call or text message and Twitter had followed in FaceRange's footsteps, letting all friends and randoms know of the good news. Oh wait, and Imogen was actually very close with Fiona's family as well. She spoke to them regularly, especially when Fiona got bored of hearing her parents or Declan ramble on about their days, so of course she let them know that the moment finally happened and of course she accepted; it's not like Imogen ruined it for Fiona to clue in her family, she did have to get permission for the ring from someone.
Imogen took her phone off of the silent mode and Fiona immediately got a glimpse on how popular their engagement had already become as she heard Imogen's phone dinging and vibrating incessantly. "By the way," Imogen continued, "the ring photographs quite nicely."
"Good to know," Fiona said with a breathy laugh, smoothing out her bedhead.
"So what kind of ring shall we get for you?" Imogen questioned genuinely.
Fiona shook her head. "None until we're married."
Imogen's brows rose. "So to the world I'm taken forever, and you're still seemingly available?"
"No, Immy. I just don't think I need an engagement ring. That one looks fantastic on you but it's not for me. I definitely want, neigh, need a band once we're married but even then I just want it to be simple so I can match it with everything."
"Fions, it's going to be a wedding ring. If it was orange and purple it would still match everything."
Fiona laughed, slipping out of the bed and walked over to Imogen, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. "I either want my band to be rose gold or white gold. And I may not even want diamonds; I could handle a plain band. But we'll worry about that later on. For now, you have a ring and symbolically, to the rest of the world I'm taken forever as well. If anyone questions it, I'll verbally let them know."
Imogen's eyes rolled playfully, leaning up to gently place a kiss on Fiona's lips. "Fine. Now let's go grab a bite to eat, I'm starving."
(((Sorry for the shorter chapter and also sorry for the way late update. School's back in session for a month, but after that I'll begin more diverse stories that I've already planned out and I'll update at least once everyday or multiple times every couple days. I haven't forgotten my stories and this one is still in its beginning stages mostly. I have a plan for this one, just stay tuned :] )))