Poppy slowly opened her eyes, the golden sunlight spilling in through the
window over the form of her sleeping husband. She smiled slow like honey
and watched him in his sleep, his arm draped over her comfortably. He
stirred slightly, murmuring in his sleep. She gazed at him lovingly, the
knowledge that they were finally married, finally together in this way,
warmed her completely.
"My own Alastor ..." Poppy whispered softly.
"Good morning, my lovely wife." He stirred again at her voice, slowly opening his eyes and smiling.
"Good morning my wonderful husband ..." She greeted happily, tilting her head up to kiss him softly.
Alastor pulled her close to kiss her more deeply.
"Alastor ..." Poppy moaned, feeling her heart fit to burst remembering the passions of the night before and feeling her world wrapped up in his kisses.
"I know, Poppy." He whispered as he kissed her forehead.
Laying her head on his shoulder, she began to play with the ends of his hair. "So dearest ... fancy a jaunt to the lighthouse or a walk on the beach after breakfast?"
"Actually, I'd rather stay here for the day." Alastor said, sliding his hand down to her rear.
"Well now, that might be nice ..." She squeaked, blushing profusely.
"Might? It WOULD be nice." He grinned, his hand spread on her hip, moving his thumb in slow circles on her skin.
"I agree dearest ..." Poppy smiled slyly.
Alastor grinned and kissed her. She kissed him deeply as she wrapped an arm around him, moving his hand over her bosom to rest on her side. He caressed her, enjoying the soft silkiness of her skin. Poppy sighed, fully enjoying the feeling as she ran her hand up and down his back, kissing him still. Alastor quivered at her touch, pulling back to kiss her neck. She moaned and closed her eyes, tilting her head back.
He reluctantly raised his head. "Perhaps breakfast is in order, my love."
"Yes, excellent idea dearest." Was her reply, as she reigned in her erratic breathing.
Poppy kissed him on the tip of his nose as she rose from the bed, conjuring up her grey-teal flannel pajama bottoms and matching tank top to dress herself in. He too sat up and conjured up a nightshirt to wear. She moved over to the dresser and grabbed her brush, beginning to brush her tousled semi curly air, humming as she did so.
Alastor stood and walked over to her and, taking the brush, began brushing her hair for her. "I have a feeling this is going to take some adjusting."
"Yes, it will." Poppy sighed contentedly.
"But it's a nice sort of adjusting." He said, enjoying brushing her hair.
"Yes, I quite agree ..." she smiled and looked in the mirror, grinning at their reflections where he met her eyes and smiled back.
"So, dearest what would you like for breakfast? French toast, eggs, and milk?" She asked.
"That sounds fine." Alastor patted her hair and kissed the back of her neck, causing her to squeak at the feel of his lips on the back of her neck.
"Shall we have breakfast on the porch or inside?" Poppy inquired of her husband.
"In here is fine. We can sit by the window." He responded.
She nodded and walked over to the table where the food appeared with a wave of her wand. She then moved to the bay window and pulled open the curtains marveling at the view of the sea and the lighthouse on the far side of the shore. He followed her, holding her chair out for her.
"Thank you dearest." She said as she seated herself.
"You're quite welcome." Alastor kissed the top her head and moved around the table to his seat.
Poppy took her napkin, layed it across her lap, and poured two glasses of milk, handing one to him. He, too, layed his napkin across his lap and picked up one of the glasses of milk, holding it up.
"To us, my love." Alastor toasted.
"To us, dearest." She held up her glass.
He clinked his glass against hers and drank. She took a sip, her eyes flitting again to the ocean out beyond the bay window. Her husband set his glass down and began to eat.
"Dearest?" Poppy voiced, taking a bit of her French Toast.
"Yes, Darling?" He looked at her.
"I took the liberty of drawing up the papers of guardianship for Neville and Marietta two days ago. You'll need to review it and sign it." She informed him, taking a bit of her eggs.
Alastor nodded and took another bite of his eggs.
She hummed a bit, her feet bobbing a little beneath the table as she took another sip. He glanced at her, quite amused, prompting her to look up at him replete with a sheepish smile.
"Something amusing dearest?" Poppy asked of him.
"Even after last night, I still find it difficult to realize we are married at last, my love." Alastor smiled and reached across the table to pat her hand.
"I can't either, it still feels like a dream ..." Poppy looked at him levely and added, "a dream I wish to never wake from."
He brought her hand to his mouth to kiss it. "Does this feel like a dream?"
"No dream that I know." She trembled from his kiss and nudged his foot lightly beneath the table with her grey-teal flannel socked feet.
Alastor nudged her foot back, smiling as he released her hand to resume eating his breakfast. She grinned as she polished off her eggs and French Toast. He soon set his knife and fork down on his clean plate as she took a last sip from her glass, sighing quite happily as she did so.
"A delicious breakfast, darling, as always." He told her drinking the last of his milk and setting the empty glass down on the table.
"Thank you. I do believe I am going to quite spoil you." She said beaming.
"And I won't mind in the slightest." He smiled.
"No I don't imagine you would." She grinned, vanishing the dishes to leave the table spotless.
Alastor stood and drew her to her feet, nudging the table out of the way as he did so. She looked deeply in his mismatched magical blue and regular brown eyes, her hands in his. He tilted her head up to his for another kiss. She kissed him back tenderly, long and slow. Cradling her face between his scarred and calloused hands, he moved his thumbs lightly on her throat. Poppy closed her eyes, happiness too soft a word for what she felt. Alastor deepened the kiss, her face still cradled between his hands. She kissed him still, putting her hands on his shoulders to softly massage them, moving one of her hands to the back of his neck to softly caress his skin. Both his hands drop to her hips to pull her closer to him. Her arms wound themselves around him as she moved closer into his embrace, her flannel shirt riding up a little as she stood on tiptoe to kiss his temple. Alastor slid a hand under her shirt to caress the soft skin of her back. Poppy felt her skin tingle as she ran her hands up and down the length of his arms.
He pulled back slightly to kiss her temple. "Shall we go back to bed, my love?"
She didn't say anything, but the look in her fine grey-blue eyes said it all as she lead him back to the quaint bedroom.
"My own Alastor ..." Poppy whispered softly.
"Good morning, my lovely wife." He stirred again at her voice, slowly opening his eyes and smiling.
"Good morning my wonderful husband ..." She greeted happily, tilting her head up to kiss him softly.
Alastor pulled her close to kiss her more deeply.
"Alastor ..." Poppy moaned, feeling her heart fit to burst remembering the passions of the night before and feeling her world wrapped up in his kisses.
"I know, Poppy." He whispered as he kissed her forehead.
Laying her head on his shoulder, she began to play with the ends of his hair. "So dearest ... fancy a jaunt to the lighthouse or a walk on the beach after breakfast?"
"Actually, I'd rather stay here for the day." Alastor said, sliding his hand down to her rear.
"Well now, that might be nice ..." She squeaked, blushing profusely.
"Might? It WOULD be nice." He grinned, his hand spread on her hip, moving his thumb in slow circles on her skin.
"I agree dearest ..." Poppy smiled slyly.
Alastor grinned and kissed her. She kissed him deeply as she wrapped an arm around him, moving his hand over her bosom to rest on her side. He caressed her, enjoying the soft silkiness of her skin. Poppy sighed, fully enjoying the feeling as she ran her hand up and down his back, kissing him still. Alastor quivered at her touch, pulling back to kiss her neck. She moaned and closed her eyes, tilting her head back.
He reluctantly raised his head. "Perhaps breakfast is in order, my love."
"Yes, excellent idea dearest." Was her reply, as she reigned in her erratic breathing.
Poppy kissed him on the tip of his nose as she rose from the bed, conjuring up her grey-teal flannel pajama bottoms and matching tank top to dress herself in. He too sat up and conjured up a nightshirt to wear. She moved over to the dresser and grabbed her brush, beginning to brush her tousled semi curly air, humming as she did so.
Alastor stood and walked over to her and, taking the brush, began brushing her hair for her. "I have a feeling this is going to take some adjusting."
"Yes, it will." Poppy sighed contentedly.
"But it's a nice sort of adjusting." He said, enjoying brushing her hair.
"Yes, I quite agree ..." she smiled and looked in the mirror, grinning at their reflections where he met her eyes and smiled back.
"So, dearest what would you like for breakfast? French toast, eggs, and milk?" She asked.
"That sounds fine." Alastor patted her hair and kissed the back of her neck, causing her to squeak at the feel of his lips on the back of her neck.
"Shall we have breakfast on the porch or inside?" Poppy inquired of her husband.
"In here is fine. We can sit by the window." He responded.
She nodded and walked over to the table where the food appeared with a wave of her wand. She then moved to the bay window and pulled open the curtains marveling at the view of the sea and the lighthouse on the far side of the shore. He followed her, holding her chair out for her.
"Thank you dearest." She said as she seated herself.
"You're quite welcome." Alastor kissed the top her head and moved around the table to his seat.
Poppy took her napkin, layed it across her lap, and poured two glasses of milk, handing one to him. He, too, layed his napkin across his lap and picked up one of the glasses of milk, holding it up.
"To us, my love." Alastor toasted.
"To us, dearest." She held up her glass.
He clinked his glass against hers and drank. She took a sip, her eyes flitting again to the ocean out beyond the bay window. Her husband set his glass down and began to eat.
"Dearest?" Poppy voiced, taking a bit of her French Toast.
"Yes, Darling?" He looked at her.
"I took the liberty of drawing up the papers of guardianship for Neville and Marietta two days ago. You'll need to review it and sign it." She informed him, taking a bit of her eggs.
Alastor nodded and took another bite of his eggs.
She hummed a bit, her feet bobbing a little beneath the table as she took another sip. He glanced at her, quite amused, prompting her to look up at him replete with a sheepish smile.
"Something amusing dearest?" Poppy asked of him.
"Even after last night, I still find it difficult to realize we are married at last, my love." Alastor smiled and reached across the table to pat her hand.
"I can't either, it still feels like a dream ..." Poppy looked at him levely and added, "a dream I wish to never wake from."
He brought her hand to his mouth to kiss it. "Does this feel like a dream?"
"No dream that I know." She trembled from his kiss and nudged his foot lightly beneath the table with her grey-teal flannel socked feet.
Alastor nudged her foot back, smiling as he released her hand to resume eating his breakfast. She grinned as she polished off her eggs and French Toast. He soon set his knife and fork down on his clean plate as she took a last sip from her glass, sighing quite happily as she did so.
"A delicious breakfast, darling, as always." He told her drinking the last of his milk and setting the empty glass down on the table.
"Thank you. I do believe I am going to quite spoil you." She said beaming.
"And I won't mind in the slightest." He smiled.
"No I don't imagine you would." She grinned, vanishing the dishes to leave the table spotless.
Alastor stood and drew her to her feet, nudging the table out of the way as he did so. She looked deeply in his mismatched magical blue and regular brown eyes, her hands in his. He tilted her head up to his for another kiss. She kissed him back tenderly, long and slow. Cradling her face between his scarred and calloused hands, he moved his thumbs lightly on her throat. Poppy closed her eyes, happiness too soft a word for what she felt. Alastor deepened the kiss, her face still cradled between his hands. She kissed him still, putting her hands on his shoulders to softly massage them, moving one of her hands to the back of his neck to softly caress his skin. Both his hands drop to her hips to pull her closer to him. Her arms wound themselves around him as she moved closer into his embrace, her flannel shirt riding up a little as she stood on tiptoe to kiss his temple. Alastor slid a hand under her shirt to caress the soft skin of her back. Poppy felt her skin tingle as she ran her hands up and down the length of his arms.
He pulled back slightly to kiss her temple. "Shall we go back to bed, my love?"
She didn't say anything, but the look in her fine grey-blue eyes said it all as she lead him back to the quaint bedroom.