The Architect. [The Blacklist. Donald Ressler X Oc]

See you on the altar.

Ressler.

The days before our wedding, the 7 days prior, were the days when Maggie was a mess of emotions. She was happy most of the time, but also stressed, worried, she'd taken time off from the job the week prior to our wedding day but if anything, that made it worse. Instead of taking care of herself and working herself up to our day, she took calls and spoke on the phone for hours with her people and her clients, fixing problems, answering questions. I was proud of her, she was half running a company and a whole department in her firm, but... Well, I felt lonely, which is totally selfish because I tend to leave her alone a lot.

The last week prior to our wedding I'd become so dependent of her, and I knew why. Tomorrow night I would have to leave to my bachelor party in Las Vegas with Ethan, some of his friends, some of mine. I still really didn't wanted to go. Mags kept telling me I would enjoy it, but with every passing day I convinced myself I really wasn't going to.

I'd been let off the hook early today, and when I walked into the house I immediately went upstairs to get off the suit, get some comfortable clothes on and sit in the couch with Mags, if I was allowed.

I hadn't paid much attention to Mags body these days, and in one hand, I was glad I didn't because now I could really appreciate how much she'd changed physically in result of all the workout and the diet she'd been on.

She was fresh out of the shower with just a thong that did everything to frame her ass so deliciously, she was with her back to me and I was about to get it on when I heard her talking...on the phone.

She placed her bra on her breasts but couldn't latch it on her back since she was talking, but was hanging the cups to her chest while the straps fell lazily down her arms, her hair was messy and wet and staining her back with little droplets.

This sight was everything to me, this woman was going to be my wife, and I wasn't really focusing on the fact that she was disarmingly beautiful, it was the fact that she filled her own skin and her personality flowed with her body, and that made her all the more sexy.

She finally turned to meet my eyes while I took off my jacket and tugged on my tie to loosen it. She gave me a quick flip of her hand to help her with the bra.

I walked to her and she gave me her back, I took both the ends with the latches and pulled, making the straps hug her shoulders.

I leaned to her other ear, the one without the phone and whispered.

"I latch these off, not on"

I placed a kiss on the spot on her neck where I knew she would quiver, and luckily that spot hadn't changed. I hooked the latches together and my hands moved to her sides while she turned her head to me, giving me a little look and a frown, as in asking what was wrong with me.

I muttered at her to hang up the phone, my hands slipping to her sides and pulling her back to me, she shook her head no and muttered back at me the familiar line of 'it's from work'

She was about to turn back to the wardrobe to get some other clothes on, but I couldn't stop my hands from traveling from her sides to her ass, giving her a squeeze that made her jump on her spot. She turned back to me with a confused smile as she tried to get away from me, but I cornered her in the little space between the nightstand and the bathroom door.