Instructions: Post with your character. Run around the meme leaving presents for other characters, either with your character or anonymously (or both, I'm not the boss of you). Wrapthem if you want. And remember to say thank you! [/mom]
It didn't seem like a lot of people - until he said it that way. All of the society weddings she's attended or been a bridesmaid in have had upwards of 400 guests. In her mind she isn't willing to go over 300. She's rethinking that now, though.
"I don't know if she wants to, as much as feels like she has to." She's starting to feel like this wedding is a runaway train that they've already lost control of. As if she weren't exhausted enough.
"Maybe we should put together a list of the things that are the most important to us, the ones we have to put our foot down on. Then we can let Gran and your mother run wild on the rest. I don't know about you but the color of linens and design of centerpieces don't matter much to me."
"I think we should," he replies. "Our wedding should be what we want, not some social obligation." Malcolm takes her hand and squeezes it. "Yeah, I can't say I care that much about any of that stuff."
He sighs. "They won't be happy, but ultimately it's our wedding."
"That's true. Alright, we'll do that tomorrow." She finishes her whiskey and sets her glass on the coffee table.
"But right now it's still Christmas, and I haven't given you your present yet." She gets up and vanishes from the room, disappearing to the most obscure corner of their apartment that she could find to hide his gift in. It wasn't easy, considering the size of the box.
She returns to the living room carrying a rectangular box that's so long she's holding it with both arms. The wrapping is simple and tasteful, but the bow is overlarge because she couldn't resist.
"I'm very nervous about this, but I consulted an expert and they said there was no possible way that you wouldn't like it." Inside the box he'll find a silver-hilted rapier, with a card verifying its origins in mid-1600's Italy.
Malcolm is intrigued when he sees her return with the oversized box. "Hmmmm," he says with a mysterious smile.
The box is heavy when he takes it in his lap. Carefully, he pulls off the bow and sticks it on Margaery's chest. After pulling off the wrapping paper and opening the lid of the box, he gapes in surprise at what's inside.
"Oh my God... This is amazing!"
Malcolm carefully takes out the sword and starts to examine it.
She exhales with relief as she pulls the bow off and sets it on the back of the couch.
"I went through your collection five times to make sure you didn't have anything similar already. Isn't it beautiful? Just look at the detail on the handle." The antiquities broker had called it something else, something more technical, but she can't remember the word he used.
"It's Italian, and very rare. There are only a few comparable ones in existence, and they're almost all in museums. And most of them were modified later, but this one isn't. There's a card in there with all of the details."
He holds the sword carefully with the tips of his fingers as he examines every angle of it. It's truly an incredible piece and he wonders how Margaery found it - and how he missed it going on the market.
"I'd say it's from 1660 or so," Malcolm states, sure that the card will confirm that. "This is... this might be the nicest thing I have in my collection."
Malcolm looks up at her, his face lit up with amazement. "Thank you..." He leans in to kiss her, then realizes he's still holding the sword. After putting it gently back down in the box, he pulls Margaery in for a close embrace.
This is why she loves giving gifts. This look on his face, the awe and amazement and happiness. He'll probably sit up all night examining every inch of it before going through his whole collection to find a spot to display it.
"Oh, it's not even close to the most valuable. The Japanese katana and your medieval weapons are much older." She knows because she called to add the sword to their insurance policy, and hadn't been able to resist asking.
She hugs him tightly when he pulls her close, dropping a kiss onto his cheek.
"Gran thinks that I'm spoiling you, getting you something so extravagant when we're not even married yet," she says softly but playfully. "But I can't help myself. I love making you happy."
Malcolm raises an eyebrow. "Have you been doing research into my collection?" he asks, amused. While he's sure that Margaery will never reach the level of obsession that he has, it's nice that she might be taking some interest in his hobbies.
"You make me happy just by being here," he says, giving her another kiss. "And I admit that I like to be spoiled sometimes. Are you ready for your gift?"
She chuckles at his question. "Maybe." What can she say, she likes to be informed about the value of the items she's surrounded by. She's actually more impressed by his collection that she was before, and all she knows is that there are pieces valued higher than the new sword.
She's surprised at his admission but that quickly melts into anticipation. She nods enthusiastically. She's sure she'll be happy no matter what he's gotten her, but he's proven to have excellent taste.
"Don't you know that good things come in small packages?" he asks with a teasing smile. Malcolm might be referring to the boxes that jewelry comes in, or he might be referring to his short stature. Maybe both?
The box that he pulls out from behind the tree is indeed bigger than a breadbox. Inside, she'll find one of their engagement photos, blown up and enclosed in a gold frame with roses and leaves on it.
She lifts the frame from its bed of tissue paper. It's beautiful. The detail in the roses and leaves is remarkable, and she can tell from the weight and shine that the frame is pure gold, not just gold plated, but really that's more of an afterthought. It's the photo that's important.
"You found one where I actually look pretty!" He must have had access to the full set of pictures Loras took. He'd only sent her his favorites. Seeing the image of Malcolm on one knee, his expression of nervous earnestness, and hers of awe and surprise, brings back all of the feelings from that moment. She sets it down in her lap so she can show her appreciation with a kiss.
He'd debated between using one of the professional engagement photos that they had taken or one of the shots that Loras had done during the proposal. While Loras's aren't as professionally done, there's something poignant about the 'in the moment' nature of those photos. Even though Malcolm thinks he looks kind of like a dork in that picture, it well represents the moment that he asked Margaery to marry him.
He's glad she likes it.
"I love you too," he replies, leaning over to kiss her cheek.
She sets the box on the coffee table and takes his hand. She'll decide where she wants to display it later. She leans into him, kissing him slowly and suggestively.
"Are you up for one more present?" She couldn't fault him for being tired, they've had a long day. But it's their first Christmas in their new home and that, she thinks, deserves something memorable.
"Lead the way," he says, entwining his fingers with hers as they stand up. A few years ago, he wouldn't have imagined a life like this - living in a house with the woman who he's going to marry, a woman who understands his trauma, and still loves him despite of it.
They make their way to the bedroom slowly, partly because she's walking backwards and partly because she's distracted by unbuttoning his shirt. Similar to him, a few years ago she had given up hope of ever finding the right man for her. Someone handsome and smart, who wanted a partner in life and not arm candy. Finding Malcolm had been more than a dream come true - he was a dream she'd even stopped dreaming.
But here they are, one of society's most envied couples in one of Manhattan's finest penthouse apartments, in love with one another so deeply that all of the rest of it doesn't matter so much. His family, her family, the world's expectations - they all melt away when they are alone together in this space they've made into a home.
She picks up the pace down the hall, casually inviting him to chase her.
"If it wasn't clear... your other present is under this dress."
Often, she is the only woman in the world in his eyes. He simply doesn't see anybody else but her. Malcolm grins as she unbuttons his shirt, then hurries after her when she starts to run away.
"Oh, I have to unwrap that present too?" He asks. Malcolm catches her in the bedroom, wrapping an arm around her from behind and pulling her close. He kisses the back of her neck, then pulls down the zipper to her dress. "Good thing I love unwrapping you."
She laughs as he catches her, glad that her hair is still up so he can so easily kiss her neck.
"You'll appreciate it more if you have to work for it." As if opening one zipper and pushing her dress off of her shoulders is a lot of work. At least it's more than he normally has to do - she usually throws herself at him completely nude.
Once the zipper is down and the dress is on the floor, Malcolm gazes at her, speechless for a moment. "This particular wrapping paper is so beautiful that I don't really want to rip it off," he says. "Can you step back so that I can get a look at you?"
His eyes rake over every strap and bit of lace hugging each curve as he loosens his tie. It's quickly removed and tossed to the ground before he starts working on the buttons to his shirt. Why are they always so small at times like this?
She does as he asks, taking a few slow steps away from him (and toward the bed, incidentally) so he can appreciate the view from behind, then turns and gives him her sultriest look. He's so preoccupied with taking in every inch of her that she's pretty sure that her sultry gaze goes unnoticed.
"See something you like?" she asks as he fumbles with the few buttons of his shirt that are left. He's enjoying the view so much she can't help but pretend like she dropped something and bend over to pick it up.
"Quite a bit," he replies. She looks amazing. Malcolm would feel gross about leering at her if she wasn't his fiancee.
Once he's able to get his shirt off, he starts on his pants. "I don't think I want to take that off of you," he declares, kicking off his shoes so that he can get his pants off. His underwear follows shortly afterwards.
He's naked in near record time, making her chuckle as she clears the extra pillows off the bed and pulls back the covers - a chore that comes with a bonus of giving him an extended view of her ass in thong panties.
"It doesn't all have to come off," she replies with a little wiggle in his direction. She's been working on her glutes in Pilates class and it shows.
"It just depends on what you want to see. And touch. And taste."
Margaery's body looks amazing and it's clear from Malcolm's physical reactions that he wants her. His cock is already half hard as he drags her down onto the bed with him. Malcolm flips her over onto her back and presses his lips to hers. His fingers dig into her blonde curls as he swipes at her tongue with his.
Her chuckle of amusement at his enthusiasm is stifled by his mouth on hers. She loves when he's so enthusiastic that it's overwhelming, his tongue and hands eager and hungry. It makes every penny she spends on lingerie, and any discomfort from wearing it, completely worth it.
"You know I'm yours," she whispers, nails lightly dragging down his back. "All of me."
Malcolm pounces on her, gently pushing her over onto the bed. Now his hands are moving down over the lace of her lingerie, cupping her breasts in his hands. His mouth soon follows, his tongue flicking against one of her hardened nipples through the lace. He pulls down the cup of the other one and kisses over to the exposed nipple. Taking it into his mouth, he sucks gently on it, feeling it harden between his lips.
Meanwhile, one of his hands drifts down between her legs, stroking her on top of her panties.
Her playful laughter at his eagerness melts into soft sighs of pleasure. She runs her fingers through his hair and pulls him up to kiss him deeply.
"This is supposed to be your present and here you are focusing on me like you always do," she teases, reaching down between them to give his hardening cock a few gentle strokes. He was such a giving lover, and person in general. It was just one of the many things she loved about him. Even so, she wants to at least offer to make him the center of attention for a change.
"Is there anything you want that we haven't tried yet?"
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"I don't know if she wants to, as much as feels like she has to." She's starting to feel like this wedding is a runaway train that they've already lost control of. As if she weren't exhausted enough.
"Maybe we should put together a list of the things that are the most important to us, the ones we have to put our foot down on. Then we can let Gran and your mother run wild on the rest. I don't know about you but the color of linens and design of centerpieces don't matter much to me."
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He sighs. "They won't be happy, but ultimately it's our wedding."
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"But right now it's still Christmas, and I haven't given you your present yet." She gets up and vanishes from the room, disappearing to the most obscure corner of their apartment that she could find to hide his gift in. It wasn't easy, considering the size of the box.
She returns to the living room carrying a rectangular box that's so long she's holding it with both arms. The wrapping is simple and tasteful, but the bow is overlarge because she couldn't resist.
"I'm very nervous about this, but I consulted an expert and they said there was no possible way that you wouldn't like it." Inside the box he'll find a silver-hilted rapier, with a card verifying its origins in mid-1600's Italy.
I need to pick out a gift for her LOL
The box is heavy when he takes it in his lap. Carefully, he pulls off the bow and sticks it on Margaery's chest. After pulling off the wrapping paper and opening the lid of the box, he gapes in surprise at what's inside.
"Oh my God... This is amazing!"
Malcolm carefully takes out the sword and starts to examine it.
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"I went through your collection five times to make sure you didn't have anything similar already. Isn't it beautiful? Just look at the detail on the handle." The antiquities broker had called it something else, something more technical, but she can't remember the word he used.
"It's Italian, and very rare. There are only a few comparable ones in existence, and they're almost all in museums. And most of them were modified later, but this one isn't. There's a card in there with all of the details."
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"I'd say it's from 1660 or so," Malcolm states, sure that the card will confirm that. "This is... this might be the nicest thing I have in my collection."
Malcolm looks up at her, his face lit up with amazement. "Thank you..." He leans in to kiss her, then realizes he's still holding the sword. After putting it gently back down in the box, he pulls Margaery in for a close embrace.
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"Oh, it's not even close to the most valuable. The Japanese katana and your medieval weapons are much older." She knows because she called to add the sword to their insurance policy, and hadn't been able to resist asking.
She hugs him tightly when he pulls her close, dropping a kiss onto his cheek.
"Gran thinks that I'm spoiling you, getting you something so extravagant when we're not even married yet," she says softly but playfully. "But I can't help myself. I love making you happy."
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"You make me happy just by being here," he says, giving her another kiss. "And I admit that I like to be spoiled sometimes. Are you ready for your gift?"
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She's surprised at his admission but that quickly melts into anticipation. She nods enthusiastically. She's sure she'll be happy no matter what he's gotten her, but he's proven to have excellent taste.
"Is it bigger than a breadbox?"
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The box that he pulls out from behind the tree is indeed bigger than a breadbox. Inside, she'll find one of their engagement photos, blown up and enclosed in a gold frame with roses and leaves on it.
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"You found one where I actually look pretty!" He must have had access to the full set of pictures Loras took. He'd only sent her his favorites. Seeing the image of Malcolm on one knee, his expression of nervous earnestness, and hers of awe and surprise, brings back all of the feelings from that moment. She sets it down in her lap so she can show her appreciation with a kiss.
"I love it. And I love you."
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He'd debated between using one of the professional engagement photos that they had taken or one of the shots that Loras had done during the proposal. While Loras's aren't as professionally done, there's something poignant about the 'in the moment' nature of those photos. Even though Malcolm thinks he looks kind of like a dork in that picture, it well represents the moment that he asked Margaery to marry him.
He's glad she likes it.
"I love you too," he replies, leaning over to kiss her cheek.
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"Are you up for one more present?" She couldn't fault him for being tired, they've had a long day. But it's their first Christmas in their new home and that, she thinks, deserves something memorable.
"It's back in the bedroom."
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That kiss and the way she speaks absolutely pique his interest. As tired as he might be, he's still a man and he can tell what his fiancée is suggesting.
"Lead the way," he says, entwining his fingers with hers as they stand up. A few years ago, he wouldn't have imagined a life like this - living in a house with the woman who he's going to marry, a woman who understands his trauma, and still loves him despite of it.
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But here they are, one of society's most envied couples in one of Manhattan's finest penthouse apartments, in love with one another so deeply that all of the rest of it doesn't matter so much. His family, her family, the world's expectations - they all melt away when they are alone together in this space they've made into a home.
She picks up the pace down the hall, casually inviting him to chase her.
"If it wasn't clear... your other present is under this dress."
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"Oh, I have to unwrap that present too?" He asks. Malcolm catches her in the bedroom, wrapping an arm around her from behind and pulling her close. He kisses the back of her neck, then pulls down the zipper to her dress. "Good thing I love unwrapping you."
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"You'll appreciate it more if you have to work for it." As if opening one zipper and pushing her dress off of her shoulders is a lot of work. At least it's more than he normally has to do - she usually throws herself at him completely nude.
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Once the zipper is down and the dress is on the floor, Malcolm gazes at her, speechless for a moment. "This particular wrapping paper is so beautiful that I don't really want to rip it off," he says. "Can you step back so that I can get a look at you?"
His eyes rake over every strap and bit of lace hugging each curve as he loosens his tie. It's quickly removed and tossed to the ground before he starts working on the buttons to his shirt. Why are they always so small at times like this?
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"See something you like?" she asks as he fumbles with the few buttons of his shirt that are left. He's enjoying the view so much she can't help but pretend like she dropped something and bend over to pick it up.
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Once he's able to get his shirt off, he starts on his pants. "I don't think I want to take that off of you," he declares, kicking off his shoes so that he can get his pants off. His underwear follows shortly afterwards.
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"It doesn't all have to come off," she replies with a little wiggle in his direction. She's been working on her glutes in Pilates class and it shows.
"It just depends on what you want to see. And touch. And taste."
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Margaery's body looks amazing and it's clear from Malcolm's physical reactions that he wants her. His cock is already half hard as he drags her down onto the bed with him. Malcolm flips her over onto her back and presses his lips to hers. His fingers dig into her blonde curls as he swipes at her tongue with his.
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"You know I'm yours," she whispers, nails lightly dragging down his back. "All of me."
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Meanwhile, one of his hands drifts down between her legs, stroking her on top of her panties.
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"This is supposed to be your present and here you are focusing on me like you always do," she teases, reaching down between them to give his hardening cock a few gentle strokes. He was such a giving lover, and person in general. It was just one of the many things she loved about him. Even so, she wants to at least offer to make him the center of attention for a change.
"Is there anything you want that we haven't tried yet?"
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