Here Comes the Bride 1/2contrary_izybelApril 25 2011, 05:51:16 UTC
Jazz was blaring out of every window of the La Bouff estate. The music had been her husband’s idea. The location had been her friend’s idea. Charlotte La Bouff had insisted on donating her father’s home to the newlyweds. Heck, she had planned most of the wedding herself.
Somewhere between cutting the cake and tossing her bouquet Tiana found herself in the room where is all began.
“You know I met Naveen on your balcony.” Tiana said, shimmying her wedding dress off as best she could with both hands occupied. They had decided she could change her dress if she promised to keep her hair up but that was proving more difficult than originally imagined. How in the heck did they expect her to keep that crown up? Was she expected to never bend over.
Charlotte, who was fixing up her makeup for the third time that night, chuckled. “So if I had just stayed here maybe I would have gotten the prince.”
Tiana peeked out from behind silk screen. “Lottie?”
“I’m just teasing.” She waved her brush with a warm laugh. “Need a hand?”
Gently, far more gently than she could have managed on her own, the blond pulled off Tiana’s wedding dress leaving her exposed to the cold room. All her nerves must have kept her warm because now that she was officially married there was nothing left to keep away the cold. For a moment she caught Charlotte’s eyes with her own before both pair of eyes traveled downwards.
“My lord, is it really that cold in here?” Charlotte teased, motioning a gloved hand at Tiana’s perk breasts. Her nipples had hardened in the cold, at least that was the explanation she was going with.
“Lottie, look away!” She hissed, covering herself with both hands.
Her oldest and dearest friend simply rolled her eyes. “We both have them, Tia.” Well she couldn’t argue with that logic. And then her friend did something truly outrageous. She cupped Tiana’s breasts with her own hands, still smiling that pleased smile.
“Charlotte, what are you doing?” She asked in a breathless way that was a complete accidentl.
“Land’s sake, Tia. I thought you would have figured it out by now.” And oh so gently her oldest and dearest friend kissed her.
It wasn’t a soft kiss like she’d been expecting. No, this was a hard and strong kiss with teeth and the taste of lipstick. It was a kiss that involved hands rubbing her breasts and even though that created a mighty fine heat it did nothing for her nipples which she had to imagine were harder than before.
One kiss turned into two, then three, and around the fourth Tiana lost count because Charlotte was just so painfully good at focusing her attention away from counting and directing it towards more pleasurable things. And it was a good thing too because it seemed like the perfect time to focus on how she was kissing her dearest friend on the day of her wedding.
Re: Here Comes the Bride 2/2contrary_izybelApril 25 2011, 05:52:00 UTC
If the softening of the kisses were any indication Charlotte may have started thinking to same thing. “Stop thinking, Tia. You always think too much.”
“And you always rush into thing without thinking.” Tiana snapped back before Charlotte decided she’d had enough of talking. She slammed her mouth against her friend’s, their teeth knocking together in an unpleasant way. But Charlotte was quick to distract Tiana from that awkward pain.
With an twist that had to have been practiced Charlotte pulled her friend onto her bed. They fell in a pile of dresses and giggles, at least on Lottie’s part. She made sure she was on top of her friend, carefully pinning the new princess’s hands over her head.
Gently she peppered Tiana’s neck with kisses, grinning at the lipstick that got left on the other girl’s skin. She could feel Tiana breathing under her, moaning and whimpering without pattern. Occasionally she would thrust her hips with a determined growl.
Charlotte allowed her fingers to trail from Tiana’s collarbone down her curves, nails scrapping gently as she went. When she finally found her prize she worked agonizingly slow. At least it must have been agonizing if Tiana’s was any indication. Desperation seized her, causing the new princess to arch her back and whimper.
Almost an hour later Princess Tiana returned from changing into her reception gown. Her new mother-in-law made sure to compliment her hair style, which had been changed just slightly so Tiana could move without fear of her crown falling off.
“I have Lottie to thank for that. She can do wonders with her hands.”
Across the dance floor Charlotte giggled with the prince, batting her eyelashes in a move that Tiana would have described as ‘pure Lottie.’ If Naveen noticed he didn’t say anything. He was more focused on their conversation.
“We will be returning to Maldonia for the honeymoon. At least a month touring the country side with my new wife.” He lifted his glass for an impromptu toast.
“Why I just bet you two will have the most perfect honeymoon ever.” Charlotte’s glass clicked delicately against his, her eyes traveling across the room to meet Tiana’s. She was careful not to smile too much at the bright blush dusting the bride’s face. “It’ll be a swell honeymoon.”
Somewhere between cutting the cake and tossing her bouquet Tiana found herself in the room where is all began.
“You know I met Naveen on your balcony.” Tiana said, shimmying her wedding dress off as best she could with both hands occupied. They had decided she could change her dress if she promised to keep her hair up but that was proving more difficult than originally imagined. How in the heck did they expect her to keep that crown up? Was she expected to never bend over.
Charlotte, who was fixing up her makeup for the third time that night, chuckled. “So if I had just stayed here maybe I would have gotten the prince.”
Tiana peeked out from behind silk screen. “Lottie?”
“I’m just teasing.” She waved her brush with a warm laugh. “Need a hand?”
Gently, far more gently than she could have managed on her own, the blond pulled off Tiana’s wedding dress leaving her exposed to the cold room. All her nerves must have kept her warm because now that she was officially married there was nothing left to keep away the cold. For a moment she caught Charlotte’s eyes with her own before both pair of eyes traveled downwards.
“My lord, is it really that cold in here?” Charlotte teased, motioning a gloved hand at Tiana’s perk breasts. Her nipples had hardened in the cold, at least that was the explanation she was going with.
“Lottie, look away!” She hissed, covering herself with both hands.
Her oldest and dearest friend simply rolled her eyes. “We both have them, Tia.” Well she couldn’t argue with that logic. And then her friend did something truly outrageous. She cupped Tiana’s breasts with her own hands, still smiling that pleased smile.
“Charlotte, what are you doing?” She asked in a breathless way that was a complete accidentl.
“Land’s sake, Tia. I thought you would have figured it out by now.” And oh so gently her oldest and dearest friend kissed her.
It wasn’t a soft kiss like she’d been expecting. No, this was a hard and strong kiss with teeth and the taste of lipstick. It was a kiss that involved hands rubbing her breasts and even though that created a mighty fine heat it did nothing for her nipples which she had to imagine were harder than before.
One kiss turned into two, then three, and around the fourth Tiana lost count because Charlotte was just so painfully good at focusing her attention away from counting and directing it towards more pleasurable things. And it was a good thing too because it seemed like the perfect time to focus on how she was kissing her dearest friend on the day of her wedding.
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“And you always rush into thing without thinking.” Tiana snapped back before Charlotte decided she’d had enough of talking. She slammed her mouth against her friend’s, their teeth knocking together in an unpleasant way. But Charlotte was quick to distract Tiana from that awkward pain.
With an twist that had to have been practiced Charlotte pulled her friend onto her bed. They fell in a pile of dresses and giggles, at least on Lottie’s part. She made sure she was on top of her friend, carefully pinning the new princess’s hands over her head.
Gently she peppered Tiana’s neck with kisses, grinning at the lipstick that got left on the other girl’s skin. She could feel Tiana breathing under her, moaning and whimpering without pattern. Occasionally she would thrust her hips with a determined growl.
Charlotte allowed her fingers to trail from Tiana’s collarbone down her curves, nails scrapping gently as she went. When she finally found her prize she worked agonizingly slow. At least it must have been agonizing if Tiana’s was any indication. Desperation seized her, causing the new princess to arch her back and whimper.
Almost an hour later Princess Tiana returned from changing into her reception gown. Her new mother-in-law made sure to compliment her hair style, which had been changed just slightly so Tiana could move without fear of her crown falling off.
“I have Lottie to thank for that. She can do wonders with her hands.”
Across the dance floor Charlotte giggled with the prince, batting her eyelashes in a move that Tiana would have described as ‘pure Lottie.’ If Naveen noticed he didn’t say anything. He was more focused on their conversation.
“We will be returning to Maldonia for the honeymoon. At least a month touring the country side with my new wife.” He lifted his glass for an impromptu toast.
“Why I just bet you two will have the most perfect honeymoon ever.” Charlotte’s glass clicked delicately against his, her eyes traveling across the room to meet Tiana’s. She was careful not to smile too much at the bright blush dusting the bride’s face. “It’ll be a swell honeymoon.”
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You got down their voices perfectly!
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This is lovely! I love this pairing! Thank you for filling the prompt!
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