She was his. He was hers. They were out of Hogwarts, and gotten married in great pomp and splendour about a month after she'd finished her studies. They had kept in touch through her last year, and the owls had flown back and forth every week with jolly, snappy, bantering letters. The ring had come at Christmastime, and he'd asked her at Hogsmeade, after they'd quarreled over the bill at the Three Broomsticks. She'd laughed, and accepted. He'd called her a twit, and she'd retaliated. Then, he had kissed her outside, and she'd been warm despite the snow swirling in the icy winter wind, which had picked up her hair and ruffled her cloak.
And today, they had married. All their friends had been there to watch, and it had been a splendid wedding. They had sworn to love, respect, and take care of each other for the rest of their lives. And a whole lot of other sappy stuff that Fallon had scoffed about when she'd learnt that she had to say them.
It was their wedding night. Things were going... swimmingly.
"NO! Don't you DARE rip the robes, Cassius Warrington!!"
"But they have so many bloody fastenings, woman!"
"Well that's just too bad! You put ONE tear into them, and you're sleeping on the couch!"
"The couch is fine," he gave her a lascivious smirk, twirling a strand of her hair in his fingers, "From what Flint has said, there are many, many things that can be done on the couch..."
Fallon groaned and scowled fiercely at him, "That's NOT what I meant! And you KNOW it!"
He smiled at her disarmingly, a smile that Fallon was CERTAIN that the Quidditch teams perfected in the locker rooms after games and practices until the mirrors on the walls offered them sexual favors.
"Don't SMILE at me, you git! It makes things UNFAIR!"
His smile widened, and he stepped forward, pressing his lips against hers in a deep, long kiss.
She tried to resist. Really... REALLY, she did. But his lips were so warm, and he was holding her close, conveying a million things through his touch that were truly too sappy to be allowed to be put into words, and she found herself relenting.
RIP!
She yanked herself out of his arms, and saw that the robes had been torn. One shoulder was bared. And there would be more, if she didn't hold it up.
She glared venomously at him, "Do you know how bloody much these cost?!"
He'd shrugged, and raked her form from head to toe and then back. And then, he had the audacity to smile that smile at her again. And Fallon once again reflected that life was not fair.
"You look more beautiful without them anyway," he remarked with a scorchingly appreciative gaze, before once again pulling her close.
She made a mental note, as she kissed him back fervently, to rail at him about the robes next morning. She WOULD! Really!!
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FIN!!
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And today, they had married. All their friends had been there to watch, and it had been a splendid wedding. They had sworn to love, respect, and take care of each other for the rest of their lives. And a whole lot of other sappy stuff that Fallon had scoffed about when she'd learnt that she had to say them.
It was their wedding night. Things were going... swimmingly.
"NO! Don't you DARE rip the robes, Cassius Warrington!!"
"But they have so many bloody fastenings, woman!"
"Well that's just too bad! You put ONE tear into them, and you're sleeping on the couch!"
"The couch is fine," he gave her a lascivious smirk, twirling a strand of her hair in his fingers, "From what Flint has said, there are many, many things that can be done on the couch..."
Fallon groaned and scowled fiercely at him, "That's NOT what I meant! And you KNOW it!"
He smiled at her disarmingly, a smile that Fallon was CERTAIN that the Quidditch teams perfected in the locker rooms after games and practices until the mirrors on the walls offered them sexual favors.
"Don't SMILE at me, you git! It makes things UNFAIR!"
His smile widened, and he stepped forward, pressing his lips against hers in a deep, long kiss.
She tried to resist. Really... REALLY, she did. But his lips were so warm, and he was holding her close, conveying a million things through his touch that were truly too sappy to be allowed to be put into words, and she found herself relenting.
RIP!
She yanked herself out of his arms, and saw that the robes had been torn. One shoulder was bared. And there would be more, if she didn't hold it up.
She glared venomously at him, "Do you know how bloody much these cost?!"
He'd shrugged, and raked her form from head to toe and then back. And then, he had the audacity to smile that smile at her again. And Fallon once again reflected that life was not fair.
"You look more beautiful without them anyway," he remarked with a scorchingly appreciative gaze, before once again pulling her close.
She made a mental note, as she kissed him back fervently, to rail at him about the robes next morning. She WOULD! Really!!
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FIN!!
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