Oh God, we're almost at the end! Cute Frary moments in this chapter! Chapters 29 and 30 have been posted.
Kenna can't stop crying. She's inconsolable and no amount of alcohol or tissues will calm her down. She's in her wedding dress and her bridal party are wondering what's wrong and what they can do to stop her from crying but she waves them off, laughing in joy and happiness after.
"I feel amazing," she croaks out, wiping her tears.
It's only another dress fitting but the last times were with a stock dress, the dress of her dreams being designed and meticulously worked on tirelessly. Mary hopes for a day like that for her own wedding when she'll be emotional in the dress she'll walk down an aisle to meet her future husband in.
"Is it what you wanted?" The designer asks nervously, handing Kenna more tissues.
Kenna nods, still quite emotional as she manages to get out a soft, "Yeah."
"Baby girl, you look breathtaking," Joanna says proudly, helping Kenna fit on a stock tiara.
She wishes for a baby's-breath crown. The flower represents purity, sincerity, love, compassion, trust, everlasting love, innocence, and romance. And she has all of that with her beloved fiancé in Sebastian and Mary can't help but feel so overjoyed for her best friend and sister-figure.
"I feel like if I'm in this dress for one more second, I'll burst into tears again," Kenna mutters, stepping off the pedestal and entering the changing room.
Mary accepts a flute of champagne from a store hand and she takes a seat, downing almost half of it. It's been a gruelling couple of months. She's barely seen Francis for most of May, June and now, in July, things are dying back down since she's been filming in Australia, on the other side of the world.
She feels her phone buzz in her bag and she retrieves it, a blush on her cheeks when she sees Francis snuggling up to Aspen.
{From Franbae: Aspy and I can't wait to have Maman home!}
From the airport, she went straight to Kenna's and stayed until the dress fittings so she grins when she replies that she can't wait to see them too. Then she snorts when she remembers what he saved himself under on her phone.
She bites her lip when she remembers what she put on underneath her clothes for the day, fully knowing that she was going home. Kenna had almost caught sight of it when she burst into the guest bedroom, complaining about something Bash did to annoy her. She even brought up the flooding situation.
The bright blue lingerie she wears is suddenly hot against her skin and she's getting heated, finishing her drink up and reaching for the water jug on the table beside her.
"You alright?" Lola asks in concern.
Mary grins. "I'm great," she replies, making her friend laugh in confusion.
She can expand but she rather not, deciding to keep her evening's plans private for once. She'll probably let them know later if she's as flippant as Kenna is but she'll most likely keep quiet about it.
She checks the time on her phone.
Any time now.
Her knee starts bobbing up and down and then Greer is asking if she's high or something and she shakes her head, drinking more of her water.
"Nope."
"Right..." Greer drawls, chuckling as well as they watch Kenna step out in her normal clothes, trainers as opposed to temporary heels.
Kenna claps her hands for their attention. "Right, I've ordered all of your sizes for the riding boots but don't worry, I got heels and Converse too."
"What a queen," Leeza mutters, giving her a high-five.
"I hate heels," Margot reminds them. "It won't be comfortable to dance in and you know us Valoises, love to dance."
Mary snorts. She's seen Francis dance and she's seen Bash dance and they could be worked on greatly. She hopes their sisters have a sense of rhythm when it comes to their hips and feet at least.
"I've been taking dance classes," Kenna informs them. "Feel free to do the same if needed."
Mary almost sputters when she pointedly glances over at the Valois sisters and they gasp in horror, holding hands to their chests.
"Kenna, we can dance!" Claude says indignantly.
"Your brothers can't-"
"We've got a sense of rhythm, more than they do," Margot tells them with a blush before leaning into Leeza's side. "Although you might benefit from a few lessons-"
"Bitch!"
...
"Alexa, play Francis's new song," Mary says, closing their front door behind her as she starts stripping, heading up to their bedroom.
It's late. They stopped by a restaurant and had a few drinks and now she is more lustful than ever. She's already on the way there, having been apart for so long, craving his touch and kisses, desperate for the warmth he gives her. Now she understands Kenna and Bash's need to spice up their sex lives when they are thousands of miles apart.
Vanilla, Mary thinks.
The bedroom door's open, the only light on is the soft warm glow from the lamp in the corner by the bathroom door and Francis hasn't noticed her yet, deeply invested on whatever is playing on his laptop screen as a half-finished bottle of wine sits on his bedside table where his wine glass is almost empty if not for the last sip.
Mary's standing in the lingerie now, cocking her hip to the side before the bed as she wonders when he'll look up and notice her.
It doesn't take long as he almost stops breathing when his blue eyes land on her, darkening with lust.
"Finally," Mary whispers, getting onto the bed as he shuts his laptop without even pausing what he was watching and places the item onto the bedside table.
"I-I wasn't expecting-"
"Shh," she hushes him with a finger to his lips.
Then he hears his warm song playing in the background and he smirks against her fingertip.
Mary reaches into the bag she brought up with her, pulling out a silk strip and she gestures for him to raise his hands.
"W-What are you do-"
"Shh," she says. "Don't speak. Unless I give you permission to."
Francis grins. "I'm loving this alr-"
"Shh," she cuts him off with a stern glare as she ties his hands onto the railings of their headboard.
She presses a kiss on his forehead, shifting to his jawline and then his neck and collarbone, leaving bites on his skin as she works her way down. He shivers under her touch and her lips and she grins, enjoying the effect she has on him.
She shuffles back to the end of the bed, tying his ankles to the railings on the other side of the bed and he scoffs with a chuckle.
"Re-"
"Shh," she snaps.
He laughs even more, glad he was feeling hot enough to remove his shirt and trousers as she presses kisses up and down his chest, her fingers gripping onto his shoulders.
He so wishes to roam his hands through her stunning locks but his raven-haired beauty has other plans and for once, he has to shut up and obey. It's a side of Mary that he's never witnessed and his body reacts to that happily as he moans and sighs.
"C-Can I try something?"
He's snapped out of his trance, looking up at his shy girlfriend. "Y-Yeah."
"A-Are you sure?" She stammers, eyes wide as she's suddenly sober and present.
Francis lets out a chuckle. "I was kind of digging the dominatrix play you had going on."
She sighs in relief. "So..." She starts, her eyes darkening with lust once again as she's easily pulled back into her new confident persona. "I can do anything I want with you."
"Ye-"
"Shh."
"For fu-"
She slaps his chest lightly.
"Ow!"
She giggles, kissing his skin where she slapped him. "Better?"
"Mhm," he hums with a pout.
She playfully rolls her eyes and presses another kiss on his lips before he cheekily deepens it, trying to tug his hands to cup her cheeks but she cackles when he can't move and tuts at him.
"Nuh-uh-uh," she sings. "No more Mrs Nice Girl."
Francis gasps under his breath.
...
Bash furrows his brows when Francis winces the next afternoon at their suit fittings. They'd flown in with the family's jet and he decides not to question it for a good few hours until Francis can't stop grinning like a damn idiot and it piques his interest.
"Out with it."
Francis turns to his brother in surprise. "Huh?"
"First, you're wincing everywhere which is creasing your damn suit, so stop," Bash starts. "Next, you're a Cheshire Cat and it's freaking me out."
Francis coughs a little, looking around before leaning into his brother's side. "You know when you told me to experiment?"
Bash scowls a little but then his interest piques again. "Do go on."
"So, I don't know what the girls did last night but Mary came home in a great mood. Like lingerie on and everything."
"Tell me more," a surprised Bash finds himself saying.
"The next thing I know, she's tying me up and-"
"Monsieurs, can we take more measurements please?" The boutique manager asks with his apprentice at his side.
Bash snorts. "I know exactly what measurements Mary took," he says with a grin before Francis hits him. "Yes, you can take more measurements. For whatever reason..."
After they are done and dusted, Francis accepts the Bourbon poured for him and continues his story with, "And she's demanding that I don't speak unless told to."
"Oh," Bash whispers. "She definitely got that from Kenna. I apologise-"
"Ew!" Francis cries out before blushing and whispering into his brother's ear, "I kind of liked it though."
"Exactly!" Bash cries out, gaining stares from the rest of the groomsmen and he waves them off dismissively. "And she does this th-thing with her damn fingers against my jaw that has me hypnotised and-"
"You do whatever she wants?"
"Yep."
"Oh, God."
"Seems like my sons have it bad."
"Dad!"
Henry chuckles, slapping his hands on their shoulders. "Roleplay-"
"Oh, no, stop," Bash begs him.
"I remember back when I was as young and virile-"
Francis gags, stepping away. "I'm going to go and throw up."
Bash nods, sadly looking at his Bourbon. "And this is a nice drink to throw up as well."
Luckily for them, their father leaves to speak to Kenna's father who has just arrived and Francis drags Bash to the changing rooms where they sit down and Francis continues on.
"We've never done that before," he breathes out, sipping his drink. "I'm kind of scared it won't happen again. But at the same time, she's already done so much to be taken out of her comfort zone."
"When we met, Kenna wasn't all that experienced," Bash starts. "She'd had a few sexual relationships but nothing like the one we have now. We learnt together, chose what suited for both of us and we always attempted new stuff before confirming that it was safe for us to do it and that we enjoyed it. We have a safe word too but we never use it."
"Ew."
"Shut up," Bash jests. "I know you've got a bit of experience, we're both like Dad in that sense so... just go at her pace. "
Francis nods. "Her pace. Okay."
"Right, remember when we used to take hot air balloon trips with Dad and your mum?"
"Yeah...?"
"I'm going to need you to bake Kenna more cookies, please," Bash says with a smile.
"Oh..." To convince this mysterious wedding planner to add another thing he wants at their wedding...
"Yep. This is one thing I won't go at her pace for. She wants excitement, I'll give her excitement."
"By wanting her to die?"
Bash chuckles. "No, by experimenting."
"You guys are so..." Francis groans. "Filthy! How many weird places have you done it, exactly?"
"Hey, until you try it, don't knock it. From phone sex to scandalous photos, we've done it all. And don't forget, little brother."
Francis rolls his eyes. "What?"
"You can always come to me as I am the sex guru."
That's when Francis finishes his drink and stands up, shaking his head with another roll of his eyes, his brother laughing behind him.