Take Me to Church

Kate stared at herself in the mirror, admiring just how utterly...gorgeous she was right now. Now, while she was not a vain woman and liked to keep herself humble so as not to get a big head, she couldn't help but admit that she looked absolutely stunning. All decked out in the gorgeous wedding dress that her wonderful designer had made just for her, and she looked like an angel sent from the heavens all decked out in bedazzling gemstones that shined bright in the well-lit dressing room of the church. The short, knee-length that made it easier for her to walk around in, plus the mere design of the dress alone, was what drew her in and her mother was very pleased at how she looked in the shop.

"Oh, darling! Maybe a third marriage isn't so bad if it got you lookin like a queen, huh?" her mother had joked and while Kate hated that she had brought up that this was indeed marriage number 3, but in this very moment as she stood in front of the floor-length mirror, she absolutely looked like a queen.

"Hehe, watch out, Queen Elizabeth. I'm coming for your throne!" Kate joked, and her bridesmaids all laughed and gushed at how beautiful she looked and how elegant her long, blonde hair looked, her makeup artist and best friend coming forward to make sure Kate's face was ready to go, "Donna, I told you it looks fine, hun, really. I've never looked so drop-dead gorgeous before, so I do thank you for making me into this masterpiece. Simple and perfect is all I could ever want on this special day."

Truthfully, she did look like the embodiment of what a bride should look like. Despite it being her third time riding this marriage train, Kate knew full certainty that she was ready to walk down that aisle and be wedded to that wonderful man she has come to know as her lover... Ned. Oh, this man was dreamy, she had to admit. Through unforeseen circumstances that winded up with a house being burnt down, her help saving Richard Branson's mother, and well, this Ned guy happened to be a part of the mix. Yeah, it was a wild turn of events as to how they met, but Kate honestly couldn't have it any other way.

Now, today was the day that she was going to marry the...love...yes, the love of her life. She truly does love this Ned guy, really, truthfully she does. The entire time they dated, there certainly wasn't anything going on the entire time, she wholeheartedly swears. No, certainly there was no other fling she had going on with a certain man that she has been friends with for 16 years now. No, she and that wonderful man she calls her best friend have most certainly not been sleeping with each other for 16 years now, and neither had plans on stopping. Kate was a faithful woman, she swears as she stares back at herself in the mirror, uncaring if her bridesmaids began to mill out the room to go and get ready for the ceremony themselves or have a few drinks beforehand seeing as it wouldn't start for another 2 hours. She was faithful to Ned and Ned alone...or so she wanted to make herself believe, despite the thought of that man already coming to her brain.

"No! No, you're marrying Ned, okay? L-he's not your man, remember? He's just your best friend, that's it" she told herself, vigorously pointing at her reflection sternly, "you've said you just wanted to be just friends...right?"

Kate grew silent at that, as she continued to look at herself in the mirror, trying to find some truth in the lie she just told herself. She has told herself time and time again that her and Leo were just friends. There were no strings attached, no love involved; it was just purely for sex. That's all this fling was, just them being excellent friends that knew the ins and outs, and ins...and outs...

"Oh, fuck me, Leo! Yes, daddy, give it to me-"

Kate shook her head and snapped out of the little memory that just popped into her head. No, this was not the time to be thinking about Leo like that. This was the day she was supposed to be marrying Ned Rocknroll (a ridiculous name that she still kind of can't get behind when they have kids), and there was nothing to it. Her heart and love belonged to Ned today...but...

Kate gripped the bedsheets as best as she physically could. Her hazy half-open eyes staring off into space and biting into the pillow to stifle her loud, breathless moans as she took Leo fucking into her from behind with those deep, hard thrusts of his that had her getting wetter with every deep, breathy grunt Leo let out as if he were a wild animal. How shameless was she, willingly going to Leo's hotel room, the night before her wedding at that, and letting this filthy man touch her in ways that had her squirming and begging for more. How dare she betray her soon-to-be husband who was at the local bar a few blocks away from the hotel and getting smashed with his drunken friends while she was letting this man kiss her and stuff his tongue down her throat like he owned it, and she knows he does. How dare she let Leo whisper and murmur the filthiest stuff to her while he ravaged her in ways that Ned hasn't even gotten the chance to do just yet, and had her moaning Leo's perverted title over and over again. And how dare she, Kate, just let him, Leo, dominate her like this in such a manner that only made her want him more every single time.