Pairing: Dyson/Ciara
Rating: T
AH
Pure
"With this ring I thee wed"
A tear drifted down his cheek letting out a shaky breath, his trembling hand drawing the ring up her slender finger.
The gold band gleamed at the church's audience.
She snaked the ring on his stubby finger smiling like the sun.
"With this ring I thee wed"
Hands gripped his suit collar firmly while being carried over the room's threshold.
He unfastened his belt; she gripped the sheets to her nude chest waiting to be deflowered.
When he entered her, so tight and warm she wasn't pure anymore.