You Can't Hurry Love

28| Wedding

Alice's back slams against the bedroom wall, nearly shaking the whole room in the process. She tightens her legs around him to force him deeper inside. Not that he was complaining. He holds a hand up against the wall to keep himself steady and leaves the other to hold onto one of hers.

He whispers lustfully into her ear. "I want to hear you, Al."

Alice glides her free hand through his hair and tugs on the curls when she feels her legs trembling in excitement. A soft moan successfully escapes her lips and earns her a treat from her lover.

Their heads both roll back blissfully.

He carries her over to the bed and drops her. But before he can sink down to hungrily steal another kiss from her lips he takes a moment to appreciate her beauty. Ever since they slept together for the first time in seven years they have been at it like rabbits, almost addicted to each other.

He rolls onto his back and snuggles up next to her. "That never gets old," He pants with the biggest smile on his face. "I think you clawed away my back tattoo."

"I'm not even the slightest bit sorry."

"Why be? It's hot," He growls. She smirks and positions herself on top of him. "Woah, I'm not ready for another round. You wore me out, woman."

"Relax, I'm just going to lay here. I think you're more comfortable than the bed." She rests her head on his chest and he loops his arms back securely around her.

"You want to know a little secret?" He whispers into her ear. She looks him in the eye. "I know someone who has a little crush on you."

"You do?"

"Uh huh," He cheekily smiles. "He's kinda stupid, but I promise he's a good guy. Good looking; works construction, so he's jacked; great with kids. You name it."

"Tell him that's too damn bad. I've already got a handsome boyfriend right here with me."

FP chuckles and pecks a kiss to her lips. "I'll make sure to let him know."

"Let's make sure we actually get some sleep in. We have a ceremony to get to in the morning."

He yawns. "Good night, baby."

"Good night, Jonesy."

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FP kneels down to Charles's level to help him with his tie. There was some miscommunication about him being the ring bearer, so he's not too happy about wearing a suit and tie. He wanted to be a bear.

"Alright, bud. How's that?"

"It's itchy," He tugs on his collar.

"You'll get used to it. I'm not a big fan of ties either."

"Why did uncle Freddie sleep in your old room last night?"

"Well, he can't see Mione until the wedding in an hour. She's locked up in the bedroom upstairs with your mom."

"Why?"

"So he can see how beautiful his wife looks in her wedding dress for the first time at the ceremony. It makes it special." FP explains. "And you're going to help me take him out of the house soon."

"What are we talking about here?" Fred waltzes in from the basement.

"We're leaving with you for the ceremony."

FP hooks his arm around his neck. "You, my friend, can not see the missus for another hour."

"I'm dying to see her. It's lonely not sleeping by her side."