You had done it at last⎯ bound yourself to the woman who had haunted your heart through what felt like lifetimes; Violet. She was the reason your mornings began with a smile, the steady weight beside you, the one you could finally call your own. Marriage had made it real. Now came the part that almost felt unreal; the honeymoon.

The inn had been old stone and timber, tucked away on a hillside where the world seemed to pause. Beyond the windows, lanterns flickered against a vast horizon, fields stretching under a bruised sky. Yet none of that mattered, not when she pulled you into bed, laughter spilling low from her throat as though she had just outwitted fate itself.

Her boots had fallen careless near the door, her jacket tossed aside. Somehow she always found her way between your knees. Her hands mapped their way up your calves before her lips brushed the inside of your thigh.

“God, even after a few glasses of that vintage crap, I’m still not entirely sure how I got you into this room,” she murmured. She titled her chin just enough for you to catch the smirk tugging at her mouth, those sharp, vibrant eyes glinting beneath lashes that threatened to undo you.

You tried to feign annoyance, murmuring that she was impossible, that she’d never let you live it down. She only grinned wider, resting her cheek lazily against your skin, thumb tracing idle circles as if daring you to shove her away. Of course, you didn’t. That would mean giving up this view.

She kissed higher this time, savoring the moment as if memorizing the taste of something precious and hard-won. Then her voice found you again, softer now.

“You didn’t think I’d go a single night without properly appreciating the look, did you?” she teased, her eyes raking over your barely-there attire. “You should wear whatever that is when you’re trying to impress me more often. Or just wear it when we’re having a celebratory week of doing absolutely nothing but this. Yeah, I’m gonna wake up next to this for the rest of my life.” She pressed a series of reverent kisses up your leg, each one a silent affirmation, her breath warm. “Fucking perfect."