Hard Time's

Black & White Wedding

'You are supposed to sleep in separate rooms the night before the wedding.' you point out standing at the bedside. She has her glasses on and looks up at you. 'Do you wish to sleep in your old room?' she asks she's in a bronze-coloured silk night dress. 'I- not really, I'm just saying it's traditional for the couple to spend the night apart.' you tie your hair up. The Baroness raises her eyebrows her lips twitch. 'It's traditional for one-half of the couple to have a penis.' she points out. You snort with laughter and pull back the covers sliding into the bed beside her.

'What are you reading?' you snuggle up beside her and wrap your arms around her waist. 'A book.' you rest your head on her shoulder. 'About?' she groans. 'Oh, it's a lesbian novel called Carol. Don't look please!' you grab the book. 'Victoria! You promised no more wedding prep, don't try to hide it I see that checklist.' You roll on top of her trying to get the book she's hiding and she drops it. She is laughing and you start laughing too as you look down into her eyes, god her lips are so full and perfect. The knock at the door distracts you. 'Who the hell is that?' You plant a kiss on her lips hushing her.

'I got you a little something to help us relax.' You go to the door and grab the tray that holds an ice bucket, champagne, glasses, and a chocolate fondue set complete with lush red strawberries. You sit the tray down on the bed she grins at you taking off her glasses. 'You're a romantic.' she takes the champagne flute from you and you link arms clinking the glasses. 'Here's to,' you begin. 'Us.' she finishes. You look into each other's eyes as you sip the sweet champagne. 'I've been dieting I don't know if chocolate is a good idea.' you dip a strawberry into the chocolate holding it to her lips.

'You don't need to diet.' The Baroness eyes you anomalistically and slowly opens her mouth biting into the strawberry and closing her eyes. She gives a soft moan and a trickle of juice drips down her chin making her blush. But before she can react you kiss it away. She opens her eyes smiling she politely chews and swallows. The Baroness takes a strawberry and dips it in chocolate holding it to your lips. You gently take her wrist and bite into the fruit, you flutter your eyelashes at her. Your head tilts back as she dips her finger in the chocolate marking an x on your chest. She leans in and starts pressing kisses against your chest licking the chocolate off. 'God! No, don't start that no sex, not the night before do you want to talk about the honeymoon?' The Baroness smiles kissing you.

'I'm happy to go wherever you want (y/n) as long as I am by your side.' you hold another strawberry and she bites. 'We could go back to Paris? Or somewhere in the sun?' You think. 'I never cared for the sun but the idea of you in a white bikini and me rubbing sun cream on your shoulders sounds amazing.' She offers you a strawberry dipped in chocolate with a smirk. 'It's a shame you didn't request any whip cream with these strawberries because it'd be useful right now.'

Your eyes widen seeing her giving you that dirty smile you know it means she's thinking wicked thoughts. 'We could tour, on a honeymoon?' she suggests. 'Stop by several countries if it's what you wanted?' You kiss her hand and she sips her champagne. 'Or we tell people that's what we are doing and we send the staff away I could have sex with you in every room of this house.' you offer. 'Now who's thinking about the whipped cream?' she replies in a husky voice filled with desire and lust. 'Tomorrow you are going to make me the happiest woman in the world.' she takes your hand.

'That makes two of us then.' you kiss her shoulder softly. 'We should get some sleep we need to look our best tomorrow. All eyes will be on us. You lift the tray and sit it over for the maids to collect, she's brushing her teeth when you enter the en suite. You put your hands on her hips and kiss her cheek from behind then brush your teeth too. When you both go to bed you sigh feeling content then you feel her move closer to you. She wraps her arms around your waist. 'You aren't having cold feet are you?' she asks softly. 'Hm?' you look over your shoulder in confusion.

'Second thoughts about tomorrow?' she clarifies looking a little uncomfortable. You turn to lie on your back so you can look at her properly she still has her arm around your waist nervously playing with the material of your pyjamas. 'Baroness, I have never been more certain about anything in my life. It's only ever been you, it will only ever be you.' Your finger traces her jaw as you admire the beauty of her face.

It's the morning of your wedding and you are both in separate rooms getting your hair and makeup done. You have your hair piled up on your head with a few loose ringlets coming down and the Baroness has designed you the most breathtaking black wedding dress. You had both kept each other's gowns a secret until the day. You have a gorgeous tiara your jewelry is borrowed from the Baroness because she has much fancier pieces than you.

Louis adjusts his cufflinks looking in the mirror at his home. The Baroness checks the angles of her makeup and slaps the makeup artist's hand when he tries to adjust her she looks annoyed. John looking at his reflection in his mirror straightens his bow tie making sure everything is perfect. Kat hands you a glass of champagne as the makeup artist contours your face. The bandaged figure sits in Harold's house the nurses are there removing his bandages. Harold enters drinking a whisky. 'Well, are you all ready for your big day?' The bandages come off revealing a young-looking man with a cruel face. 'Oh, it's going to be a hell of a wedding.'

"It's a nice day to start again

It's a nice day for a white wedding
It's a nice day to start again"

The Baroness puts on her sleek elegant gown designed by you then puts on the white wedding cloak you designed to make sure she was warm. Her hair is braided down one side with multiple little diamond pins shimmering through it. She hears a knock at the door and frowns she already sent the staff away. 'Enter.' she calls over her shoulder admiring her reflection. 'You look like an angel.' she turns to see Louis and smiles. 'I know tha-....thank you.' she corrects herself not wanting to be rude. 'What are you doing here?' she turns back to her reflection. 'I heard John was walking (y/n) down the aisle.' The Baroness repeatedly checks her appearance. 'I believe so.'

'I was wondering if I might have the honour of escorting you?' The Baroness wasn't expecting that she turns looking confused and shocked. 'You would do that? For me? Did (y/n) put you up to this?' Louis shakes his head. 'I didn't bring it up to her, should I have?' The Baroness shakes her head and there's the faintest pink blush on her perfect face. 'I- thank you, I would be honoured to accept your offer.'