We, uh, get slightly heated in this chapter, hehe. A little mature but not overly explicit ;)
As Francis searches for the cylindrical piping device for the icing, he contemplates his life with Mary who's fast asleep upstairs from an intense meeting with her mother and the people from Blood Crusade, her film which will be released at the end of the week, the day before Kenna's movie, City Z.
He loves Mary very much and he smiles to himself as he works on the cupcakes he baked for her as the dogs run circles around his legs. There's no special occasion, just that he loves his fiancée and wants her to enjoy the wonderful baked goods he has got good at making lately following the wedding and his attempt to make a ten-tier cake. Apparently, it was amazing despite not being vegan or whatever else Kenna wanted. Some guests couldn't have it due to their dietary specifications but they made sure that those guests got delicious extra desserts, vegan or otherwise.
"God, I'm so shattered! I didn't mean to fall asleep," Mary says, coming to hug him from behind as he finishes icing the cakes up. "Are those for me?" She blushes as she reads her name and the fact that he loves her on the tops.
Francis nods. "Yep," he says. "I was bored."
She grins. "If you get bored all the time and bake to make up for it, I wouldn't mind!"
Francis laughs, turning to kiss her before swiping some icing onto her nose. He raises his brows when her eyes darken in lust and he only just realises that she's wearing his shirt and nothing else underneath.
"Someone's a bit cheeky this afternoon," he says huskily, fingering the bottom hem of his shirt.
"Mhm," she hums. "Do you like my little surprise?"
"Like it?" He purrs. "I love it." He nips at her ear and then he has an idea before lifting his shirt up and off her frame and lifting her into his arms.
He lays her across the counter island, shifting the fruit bowl on the wall counters before grabbing the icing piping devices.
"Wh-What are you doing?" She breathes out as she feels something cold hit her stomach.
Francis smirks, licking his bottom lip. "What do you think I'm doing?" He asks. "I'm painting you with icing."
Mary laughs, feeling him circle icing around her breasts. He starts making lines into the circles, her nipple being the centre of the wheel he's drawn on her. "This is so weird..."
Francis chuckles, hovering his mouth over her nipple and she sighs, his warm breath tickling her skin. "What do you want me to do?"
Mary closes her eyes, forcing his head down onto her chest with a moan as he attacks her nipple, feeling the sweetness of the yellow centre he piped onto her. She bites her lip hard and breathlessly as a hand massages her side and his other hand holds onto the piping device.
When he pulls away, yellow icing stains his mouth and she pulls him down for a kiss, licking all the icing from his mouth and moaning at the sweetness.
After a while of making out, he continues his art on her body, using various of colours from orange to blue and when he's finished, he takes a picture using an old camera of his that he found at Bash's apartment before he moved in with Mary.
"Don't want this getting out," he says for an explanation.
Mary giggles as she blushes. "Yeah, no scandals," she replies huskily. "But you've coated all my private bits with icing."
Francis smirks, placing the camera onto the wall counter beside the fruit bowl before stripping off and kicking his trousers and boxers to the side. "Time to eat my little cupcake."
Mary gasps softly before his lips attack her covered body and she moans and groans, her eyes shut as her fingers roam his hair. Every now and then, she drags his head up for a kiss, licking the icing from his forehead to his nose and chin as he ravages her body.
He's like a man starved, he can't get enough of Mary and he crawls on top of her, his knees on either side of her and he continues to clear up the multicoloured icing from her neck.
"I love you," he growls against her skin, her scent mixing with the sweet sugary aroma, driving him insane.
Mary smirks. "Love you too," she says before forcefully flipping them over and her hand reaches for the piping device as she starts making designs from his mid-stomach downwards.
Francis laughs when she gets to the jackpot and then his breath hitches in his throat when he realises what she's doing. His hand entwines in her hair as he digs his nails into his palm, letting her work her magic. She'll be the death of him.
"Mary..." He warns her and she stops, pouring icing into his mouth before attaching hers to it.
"Who do you love?" She demands out of him.
"You," Francis moans out.
She grins. "Who do you love?" She repeats.
"I love you, Mary. You," he tells her, her teeth gnawing at his neck. "God, I love you..."
"Good," she whispers before chucking the device to the side and placing her palms on his chest. "I love you too."
...
"Oh!"
Mary's eyes shoot open and she almost falls off the counter if not for Francis and she's glad she's on top of him to protect his modesty as her mother covers her eyes.
"Mum?!"
"Dear Lord," Marie mutters. "Jesus Christ... I-I was just thinking you'd like to try on the dress b-before you return to work and so we can make sure it fits but I can clearly... You're busy, I'll go-"
"Wait in the living room, please. I'll be fifteen minutes," Mary squeaks out as her flushed mother hurries out and Francis keeps his eyes shut in embarrassment. "Oh, my God..."
Francis swallows hard. "I can't ever look your mother in the eye again..."
"What about me?! And she's my mother!" Mary cries out, pulling his shirt back on as he hops off and pulls his clothes on. "I'll grab a quick shower."
"I'll use the other bathroom. Might not keep my hands to myself if we showered together," he says cheekily before slapping her arse.
"Francis!" Mary says, scandalised but she laughs and runs her fingers through her sticky hair. "Oh, ew... In hindsight, this was a stupid idea."
"But totally worth it," her fiancé says with a smirk. "You're so delicious."
Mary pulls a face at him as she starts heading out of the kitchen. "Yeah, yeah."
"I'd eat you any day," he continues and he laughs when she lifts up his shirt a little to reveal her arse and he shakes his head in disbelief when she disappears from his eyesight. God, she's got a lot more confident in their sex life and with her mother in the other room?! She really will be the death of him.
After getting showered and bidding Francis 'goodbye' as he goes to hang out with Leith who arrived in England a few minutes ago, Mary invites her mother to the guest bedroom where her mother presents her former wedding dress which is now Mary's wedding dress.
"Mum, it's beautiful," Mary breathes out tearfully. "A-Are you sure you want me to-"
"I'm very sure," her mother says with a wide smile. "All I've ever wanted was to share my dress with my daughter and now, it's a reality!"
Mary fingers the beads on the dress. They are pearls and cover the whole bodice, just as the bridesmaid dresses have diamonds covering the bodice so it's not too far-fetched from the bridal party's outfits. She smiles widely, fingering the long satin skirt.
"A-Are you sure you want me to wear this?" Mary asks again, tears springing to her eyes again as she sits down beside it.
Marie sighs heavily and takes her other side, bringing the dress across their laps. "You're beautiful, Mary. And if I can have one say in how your wedding goes, I'd like it to be this because... this dress has gone through a lot."
Mary turns to her mother in surprise. "What's the story behind it?"
Her mother smiles tightly. "I met this guy before your father. We all went to the same school and when your father and I split up, seemingly for good as he got with Jim's mother, I was going to marry this guy as second best. But the day before the wedding, I caught him cheating on me and he'd seen the dress since it was hanging on our bedroom door, right beside the bed that he and his..."
"Oh, Mum..."
"I knew he wasn't the one anyway and I remained single for a good few years, keeping the dress in the back of my wardrobe. It was my dream dress, I wasn't going to waste it," her mother says softly. Then she smiles sadly. "James's father died, your grandfather, and he asked if I could come to the funeral. I assumed he was still with Jim's mother but it turned out that wasn't the case. Jim's mother died unexpectedly and he was a single father who needed all the support he could get with his young six-year-old son. I swore I'd never let your father slip through my fingers again and welcomed them both into my heart. Jim was so excited to be a big brother and when we lost your dad... it broke us both. I'd find myself staring at this dress, thinking it was a curse but it wasn't. It gave me my best memory. The day we conceived you. Oh, how delicately he took the dress off me... Laid it neatly on the chair and smiled down at it, telling me how beautiful I looked in it..."
Mary takes her mother's hand and squeezes it when her mother starts to cry. "Maman..." She breathes out.
"I want you to feel so happy in this dress," Marie tells her. "And maybe, you and Francis will give me a little grandchild out of it."
"Mum!" Mary cries out, her cheeks staining red.
"Oh, dear God, you don't think I know you're not a virgin anymore?" Her mother asks lightly. "Sweetheart, it's natural. As long as you practice safe sex and you have no other partners for-"
"Okay, that's enough. I'll put the dress on," Mary mutters, taking it and heading into the wardrobe.
I decided not to show Mary's reaction in this chapter as I have a plan for each chapter. This chapter is mostly just her getting the measurements so it fits her but the next wedding dress chapter in about two chapters will show her reaction to the final dress fitting. Mary is close with her mother, even though her mum's her momager and is kind of strict on her but they do have their moments since Marie is all Mary has for a parent. We still got a bit until the wedding.