"I know," she told him as they headed into the elevator. "You'd think I'd be used to it by now, though, since I don't think anything can happen without getting interrupted, considering the kind of life we lead, but at least we're in it together, no matter what happens."
Although the room almost made up for all that the moment she saw it. If nothing else, they were getting to spend their first night together as husband and wife in what was possibly one of the most beautiful rooms Fred had ever seen, including the suite Rupert had arranged for her in London.
Smiling, she reached out and wrapped her arms around him when he walked over to her after shutting the bathroom door. "I like being your wife very, very much," she told him. "It feels...right. Right and amazing and wonderful. Winifred Giles. Makes me sound all proper."
Rising up on her toes, she shifted her arms to wrap around his neck and kissed him on the lips for several moment before pulling away. "I'll be right back," she promised before picking up the small bag her mother had given her and taking it into the bathroom.
Once she had shut the door, she took her hair down, letting it fall around her shoulders, and then pulled out the box that her mother had said was a gift. She turned over the small card of the top, laughing when she saw what it said: Saw this while we were out shopping and thought it would be perfect for you. But since there was no hen night/bachlorette party, had to give it to you this way. Have fun tonight. Love, Charlotte and Willow.
Opening the box, she gasped softly when she saw the soft green negligee inside. Obviously Willow and Charlotte's relationship was going well if they were shopping for lingerie together. Taking a deep breath, she took the negligee out and changed into it, suddenly feeling a bit nervous and wondering what Rupert would think.
Well, there was only one way to find out.
Opening the door, she went back into the bedroom, smiling a bit bashfully at her husband as she walked over to him. "Wha--what do you think?"
While Fred was in the bathroom, Giles took out his mobile and called Andrew. He could hear the rest of them in the background, laughing and having a good time. Giles explained to the younger man that he and Fred had to go to Los Angeles on Council business. Andrew started to ask questions but Giles asked him to keep it quiet from Buffy and the others. He didn’t want them to think they had to go also. Plus, he didn’t want Buffy around Angel at all.
After the arrangements were made, Giles rang off and slipped his mobile back into his trousers. It was at that time when Fred stepped out of the bathroom. He turned to look at her and felt the breath leave his body. “Oh, Fred… you, uh…. I… where… uh,” he stammered out at the sight of his wife before him. He felt his trousers get tighter as he tried hard to find the right words. “Beautiful.”
It wasn’t overly romantic but it was the best he could do, considering all of the blood had rushed from his brain. Giles took a step forward and stood in front of her. Her cheeks were red with a blush, which made her even more beautiful. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered before leaning forward to softly kiss her. He knew he couldn’t wait any longer so he swooped her up into his arms and carried her to the bed.
Giles then placed her on the bed and hovered over her. His fingers trailed over her shoulders as he leaned down and captured her mouth with his. “You’re the best wife a bloke could have,” he whispered in wonderment before leaning down to kiss her again.
Fred let out a pleased gasp when Rupert picked her and took her over to the bed, knowing that he liked the negligee. The way he looked at her made her feel beautiful and loved and absolutely amazing. Smiling up at him as he leaned over her, she ran her hands up over his back to the nape of his neck, tangling her fingers in his hair there.
"I kept wondering tonight how I got so lucky to end up with a husband like you," she told him softly. He was so close, so warm, and she felt the need in her belly knotting up tightly.
Running her hands down from his hair to the front of his shirt, she unbuttoned it, pushing it open and running her fingertips down across his torso. As she kissed him again, she reached the waistband of his trousers and undid his belt and fly, pushing them and his boxers down over his hips.
"Want my husband...very badly," she said in between kisses, hooking a leg around his. "Need you so much. Never want to let you go."
Although the room almost made up for all that the moment she saw it. If nothing else, they were getting to spend their first night together as husband and wife in what was possibly one of the most beautiful rooms Fred had ever seen, including the suite Rupert had arranged for her in London.
Smiling, she reached out and wrapped her arms around him when he walked over to her after shutting the bathroom door. "I like being your wife very, very much," she told him. "It feels...right. Right and amazing and wonderful. Winifred Giles. Makes me sound all proper."
Rising up on her toes, she shifted her arms to wrap around his neck and kissed him on the lips for several moment before pulling away. "I'll be right back," she promised before picking up the small bag her mother had given her and taking it into the bathroom.
Once she had shut the door, she took her hair down, letting it fall around her shoulders, and then pulled out the box that her mother had said was a gift. She turned over the small card of the top, laughing when she saw what it said: Saw this while we were out shopping and thought it would be perfect for you. But since there was no hen night/bachlorette party, had to give it to you this way. Have fun tonight. Love, Charlotte and Willow.
Opening the box, she gasped softly when she saw the soft green negligee inside. Obviously Willow and Charlotte's relationship was going well if they were shopping for lingerie together. Taking a deep breath, she took the negligee out and changed into it, suddenly feeling a bit nervous and wondering what Rupert would think.
Well, there was only one way to find out.
Opening the door, she went back into the bedroom, smiling a bit bashfully at her husband as she walked over to him. "Wha--what do you think?"
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After the arrangements were made, Giles rang off and slipped his mobile back into his trousers. It was at that time when Fred stepped out of the bathroom. He turned to look at her and felt the breath leave his body. “Oh, Fred… you, uh…. I… where… uh,” he stammered out at the sight of his wife before him. He felt his trousers get tighter as he tried hard to find the right words. “Beautiful.”
It wasn’t overly romantic but it was the best he could do, considering all of the blood had rushed from his brain. Giles took a step forward and stood in front of her. Her cheeks were red with a blush, which made her even more beautiful. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered before leaning forward to softly kiss her. He knew he couldn’t wait any longer so he swooped her up into his arms and carried her to the bed.
Giles then placed her on the bed and hovered over her. His fingers trailed over her shoulders as he leaned down and captured her mouth with his. “You’re the best wife a bloke could have,” he whispered in wonderment before leaning down to kiss her again.
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"I kept wondering tonight how I got so lucky to end up with a husband like you," she told him softly. He was so close, so warm, and she felt the need in her belly knotting up tightly.
Running her hands down from his hair to the front of his shirt, she unbuttoned it, pushing it open and running her fingertips down across his torso. As she kissed him again, she reached the waistband of his trousers and undid his belt and fly, pushing them and his boxers down over his hips.
"Want my husband...very badly," she said in between kisses, hooking a leg around his. "Need you so much. Never want to let you go."
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