“we just made vows to share everything,” you snapped from the other room, “tell me what it is your afraid of.” it was yours and tommys wedding day and here you were in the master bedroom of your lavish home, trying to get him to tell you why he’d been off for the past couple of weeks.

you were sat at your dresser as he suddenly entered the room, pulling you up and lovingly cupping your face. “arthur’s speech. i’m scared of fucking arthur’s speech.” he joked lowly, you couldn’t help but crack a small smile at the sudden change in mood, “me too.”

you smiled and turned to your mirror as he wrapped his strong arms around you, pressing the toned planes of his body against your back. as you turned to face him, you couldn’t help giggling like a damn schoolgirl. “tommy there’s a whole wedding party waiting for us downstairs,” you chuckled, as he walked you back against the bed, pressing hot, slow kisses against your mouth. “there are things that if i take them off, i won’t be able to get them back on,” you attempted to bring him back to reality a little, laughing at the look in his eye as he crawled over you and kissed you tenderly. “good.”

“hello mrs shelby,” kiss. “i’m sorry i’ve been busy in my head,” kiss. you laughed, wrapping you legs around him, “now let’s complete this ceremony.”