bakerstreet | Wedding Night

[ooc: Up for discussion. Arranged is most likely.]

[ooc: Probably arranged, but always up for discussion.]

[ooc: Probably arranged, but up for discussion.]

[Nate holds Elena's hand tightly in his all the way through the elevator ride and during the walk through down the rather plush hall to their hotel suite. He'd like to pause and do more than hold her hand, but excessive PDA is probably frowned upon in the corridors of the Four Seasons, and hell, that's what the suite is for, right? Only a little farther.

He can't stop grinning. His face is honestly starting to ache. Not much has changed since yesterday, aside from an intangible legal status as dictated by paperwork, and they love each other just the same as they did yesterday and as much as they will tomorrow. But it's wife next to him now, not his girlfriend or his fiancée. Elena is his wife.

And he's a husband. How about that? It feels pretty damn great.

Starting tomorrow, they'll be off on their official honeymoon, visiting a place that's warm and beautiful and not crawling with pirates—a trip normal people take. But for now it's just the two of them and a really nice hotel. Their bags have already been brought up—they'd better be taken care of, for what they're paying for this place—but Nate stops just outside the room anyway instead of immediately using the key card.]

Wait, wait, wait. Aren't I supposed to carry you over the threshold? Or is that only for where we actually live?

[ What was stopping them from getting a little hot and bothered in the elevator ride? It'd been just the two of them riding it up to their floor. It would've been too easy to smack a fist into the STOP button and stall the car for a few moments, enough for a good slip of the tongue. Elena had been eyeing the damn button most of the way up, between counting along with the glowing numbers in her head; she would've been the one to push him into the wall and go to town.

His grin is contagious, but she's feeling just as equally giddy, beaming with happiness and her own matching grin, a flush and glow on her face. They crossed an important hurdle, the two of them. They've come so far, this felt like the right step to take next, after all they've been through together. She'd always imagined herself as someone's wife, getting married, settling down, and now, now she was Nate's wife and she couldn't be any happier.

Elena looks at him with the color high in her cheeks, eyes bright. She just wants to get inside! ]

I think that's for the house. But really, I...don't think that's such a good idea.

What, you don't think I could do it without smacking your feet on the door frame? I could do it. I could totally do it.

[But he won't, because as fun as the idea is, he'll gladly accede to her opinion on this. Whatever she wants, it's fine by him, and all he wants is to give her everything for the rest of their lives. That's what they promised today, right? To love, honor and cherish one another, 'til death do them part?

Nate doesn't think he's going to have a problem with any of that.]

Okay. But you have to promise to remind me to do it when we go home. I want to get this marriage thing right starting from the beginning.

[In lieu of sweeping Elena off her feet, Nate spins her around so her back is pressed against the door. As he leans in to kiss her, one hand goes around her waist and one hand goes to the key card reader to slide it in.

Smooth, Drake.]

[ Pretty damn smooth.

Instinctively her hands reach for him as he twists her around. One hand curls over the back of his neck and the other grabs at his upper arm. Elena's ready for him when he leans in, already leaning up to meet him for that kissing, wanting it more than anything right now. ]

I was going to say... [ Spoken between kisses, arching forward to feel him pressing against her front. They're married, it's a happy day, and Elena wants all the contact she can get with her new husband. ] I'm probably really heavy with how happy you've made me today. That stuff ain't light. You'd drop me.

[ Her mouth presses harder, kissing him deeply, slowly, not giving him a chance to immediately answer. ]

Edited 2016-05-08 07:52 (UTC)

[He should probably focus his attention on doing one thing at a time, but fuck it. Nate is capable of kissing his wife while simultaneously fumbling at the door to open and shuffling the two of them in, Elena moving backwards. Multi-tasking is a wonderful thing. Once they're inside and the door has fallen closed behind them, he does manage to pull away enough to answer her, although not by much. Maybe an inch or two.]

I would never drop you. [Not from a bridge, not from his arms.] I don't know what you're talking about, though. I feel pretty much like I'm floating.

[It's a ridiculously sappy admission, but he can make it in front of her, and she can keep his secrets. She is his wife, after all.]

Oh hey. [With his eyes open now, he's suddenly distracted by the hotel suite—which says something about the quality of the place, considering how full his heart and mind are of Elena.] Wow, this place is nice.

Edited 2016-05-08 21:04 (UTC)

[ They were both damn good with multitasking, it was all part of their respective, separate "jobs". And it came in real handy for multiple things. ]

I know. [ He's always been there to catch her, and she trusts him enough to believe it. She trusts him with her life, shown all the times she would jump over a dangerous gap and he would never let her slip. As scary as it was to dangle over a hundred foot drop.

Elena thinks back on those moments and feels the need to kiss him, gently, gratefully. ]

Hm?

[ What's he talking— oh. Oh..! She turns and gasps, brows coming up. Roses, everything set up. It was perfect. Beautiful. It was so perfect that she had a hand to her mouth and couldn't do anything else but stare. And she thought the wedding has been perfect. ]

Nate... You didn't...

[ Twisting around to look at him, awe in her expression, emotion tight in her throat. Dammit. This was too good to be true. She was one lucky gal. ]

[He can't take complete credit. The setting makes a big difference, and the suite is beautiful—way, way nicer than any hotel room he's stayed in over twenty years of traveling the world. Nice layout, tasteful decor, a really big, soft-looking bed—they do a lot to set the scene. But the chilled champagne and roses had been his request. And wow, had he specified how many roses? It looks like a lot.]

Hey, we only get one wedding night. Might as well make it nice.

[Nate shrugs and gives her a crooked smile, pleased by her reaction even as he tries to play it off casually. He's not a typical romantic—neither of them are a typical anything—but sometimes it makes sense to go back to the basics.]

You did this? All of this? Oh my god...you're too good to me sometimes.

[ Elena turns back to him and leans up to loop an arm over the back of his neck, tugging him down to meet her mouth, the last of her words lost in the kiss. ]

You big softie, you're secretly a romantic. I should've known.

[ And she did know. This wasn't the first time he would surprise her with some flowers or a small gift. Or even a big one. ]

[He kisses her back, happy to let it linger until his giddiness gets the best of him again and he has to grin against her mouth.]

Not that I don't appreciate the sentiment, but it only took a couple of phone calls and a credit card number. I didn't grow the flowers myself or anything.

[He would, if that's what she wanted, but it would be a strange request. Nate doesn't even have experience keeping a cactus alive. Nate presses his forehead against hers and smiles even harder, wondering if every groom feels this way when looking at his bride on their wedding day—like his heart is so full that it feels like it could explode out of his chest, and it would be wonderful instead of gory and horrifying.]

Think this is a pretty good start to the rest of our lives?

Edited (typo fuu) 2016-05-09 01:16 (UTC)

Just a 'pretty good start'? No, it's perfect. A perfect good start. I...really couldn't be happier, Nate.

[ Nate isn't alone in the feeling like his heart's about to burst. Elena's looking up at him, hands framing his jaw. He's perfect. It has to show in the way she's looking at him; in awe, in love happy, needing him. Doesn't matter the downs they've gone through over the years, in and out of a relationship, they've gone nowhere but up since and here they are now. ]

What should we look into first?

[ She'd seen that chilled bottle waiting for them when they had entered. It's calling to her, the glasses set out for them already. First, however, she needs to kiss him again, fingers working at the edge of his collar to his tie. ]

Oh, I see what you want to look into first. Trying to get me undressed already? It's okay, I understand. I'm pretty hot.

[He chuckles at his own joke and at himself. Well, he is a good-looking guy, and she probably does want him out of his clothes. But she's gorgeous and he wants her undressed too, so they're even there.

But the getting naked part can wait a little longer. They've got all night. Once his tie is gone and he's been successfully kissed a few times, he grabs her hand again and leads her to the table with the roses and champagne.]

Come on. Might as well enjoy this. [He pours them both a glass, then lifts his in a toasting position, looking inexplicably shy all of a sudden.] To you and me being Mr. and Mrs?

[ She's going to save her response for when they get to that champagne, tie tossed aside. He pulls her along and she goes with very little resistance, admiring the suite and set up while he pours the drinks. The shyness that comes out is just a bit endearing, she finds.

Elena takes up her glass and lifts it, ready to clink the two together. ]

To you and me. And to you being pretty hot and being all mine.

[ Clink! ]

[ Clink!

The champagne is great, but his insides already feel full of bubbles and he's already a little drunk on her presence. Even as they enjoy their drinks, he can't help but be close to her, fingers skimming over her dress. She's so beautiful.]

Did I ever tell you how glad I am that I conned your show into funding our expedition?

[ He's not alone, she lets her free hand skim her fingers along the sleeve of his suit jacket, teasing down to the cuff to touch over the back of his hand with her nails grazing very lightly. ]

I think I remember it once or twice already. How about me chasing after you when you ditched me on the dock?

[ Elena steps in closer to brush his legs with the long skirt of her dress, material sliding quietly together. ]

Our 'first date', technically.

[His hand feels different with the wedding ring on. Not bad different, just different. Heavier, maybe, even though the titanium band is pretty lightweight. Aside from Drake's ring, Nate's never been one for jewelry, but that's another change he's happy to make. He's never taking this ring off.]

I regretted it a lot for about five seconds after you punched me, but you've made up for it since then.

[He laughs and slings an arm around her waist, pulling her against him.]

If you consider that our first date and came back for a second one, that explains a lot about how I won you over. You were already crazy.

[ Her laughter joins his and she can't even complain about the crinkling of her skirts when she's pulled in. Her champagne gets a slow sip but he has her full attention. ]

I was crazy the first second I let myself get conned by you. How I thought that was such a good idea, I still don't know. As for the second date, well, I think that was a fluke.

[ It doesn't take much for her to get the first button of his shirt undone, one-handed, opening his collar a bit. ]

It was my good looks and charm, for sure. Too bad I never made it on air; you would have had an all-time ratings high.

[It would also have made him a little more identifiable than he'd like to be, but hey. It all worked out in the end. He angles his chest toward her hand, helpfully allowing her easier access.]

And if the second date was a fluke, what do you call the third, and all the ones that came after?

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