you and vincent had finally gotten married.

what stayed in college as small glances, team projects, and “can you help me with my homework?”’s blossomed into long cuddle nights, romantic dates, and “i love you”’s.

and now it was finally your honeymoon. the plan was to stay at a really fancy hotel the night of the wedding, then fly out to turks and caicos in the afternoon the next day. you and vincent stood in the hotel room, unable to keep off of each other.

when you finally break apart, you told him about a “surprise” you had for him, grabbing a small bag near your suitcase and heading towards the bathroom.

vincent sat patiently on the edge of the bed, shirt undone and manspread. when you finally walked out, his eyes nearly popped out of his head at the lacy set.

“good god dear… you don’t know how lucky i am to be able to call you “mrs. miller..”

he grinned, walking over to you with hooded eyes.

“now let’s make this a night we won’t forget..”