The sun cast upon her through the leaves on the trees as she neared the gathering. Light makeup adorned her skin giving her a natural look without being overbearing. It was very much the woman I knew.
Then I caught the tears welling in her eyes before she turned to her father. Daniel gave his daughter a tight hug then a kiss to her forehead.
“I’m so happy for you sweetie.” Daniel turned and faced me then, a deep-seated tenderness continuing in his stare, “Alexander, take good care of my little girl.”
We clasp forearms and I’m sure to look him dead in the eye.
“You have my word, sir.”
He nodded once as confirmation then turned to Lili and kissed her temple before taking his seat next to Patrick.
I offer my hand to her just like I have done so many times before, only this time she will be taking it forever. That spark of awareness as our fingers touch sends me soaring.
The first tear fell from her as she smiled and tried blinking them back.Let them fall, Lili. I will catch every last one.I cup her cheek and swipe at her soft skin.
It took everything I had not to ruin the moment by pulling her in and placing my lips on hers.
After a minute of her nuzzling into my touch, Tamara clears her throat, silently demanding we get the show on the road. Lili hands her bouquet to Gran then takes both my hands in hers and squeezes. Her touch tells me exactly what she is thinking, her thoughts pairing my own in this silent connection we share.
The minister begins.
We say our vows, short and sweet; the standard terms to say when promoting general marriage.
We didn’t want anything more.
My poetry is for her, while her singing and playlists are for me.
Just as we want it to be.
Hoots, hollers, and cheers abound from the onlookers, Hank joining in and giving his growly happy howl, the same time the minister declared his final words.
“You may now kiss the bride.”
Don’t mind if I do.I cup her face and bring her in, placing my lips on hers, her arms coming around my waist. The setting falls away and it’s just her and me, and nothing but time.
I probably should have stopped myself from kissing her as long as I did, but in my defense, she wasn’t letting up either.
Ford nudged me to signal moving things along. I broke our kiss and shifted only inches from her lips, taking in her flushed features and wanting desire. She wanted me in the worst way, I could tell by the hitch in her breathing and the way she shifted restlessly. I knew was thinking what she was thinking.
Let’s start the honeymoon right now. Why wait?
I will only behave if she does.
After pictures, Lili and I race upstairs to change.
You heard this from me. Rushed sex, is amazing! Not quite a quickie, more of a ‘I need you yesterday’, rush. There is a thrill at knowing so many people lurk just outside this bedroom door.
Her desire, my need, our love. Pure harmony.
Our breathing intertwines together as we come down from our blissful high. Then I sober when remembering Shark’s comment earlier this morning.
“We better hurry, Shark said he has big plans for the reception. Words such as this from him is never a good thing.”
She laughs as we dress in a haste and head downstairs to find Shark in the garage holding a peculiar, gift-wrapped item.
“You have you to open this right the fuck now so we can get the party started. C’mon, chop-chop.”
All I can say is, I was not expecting his gift to be a giant inflatable pink flamingo floaty that held up to eight people.