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Arranged Marriage

It's a trope near and dear to our hearts. Arranged marriage.

Maybe it's for the family. Maybe it's for a friend. Maybe you know the person and have been expected to marry them for years. Maybe it's the wedding day and you have no clue who it is you'll be tied to for your natural life. Maybe you've been married a while, and you're just now starting your life, away from the expectations of others. Or maybe, the "others" are watching, waiting, making sure this marriage sticks.

Prompts for those who need them:

Reasons:

1. Station → You come from a royal, noble, or otherwise distinguished family who has chosen a suitable spouse for you.
2. Feud → You are being married to put an end to the bitter enmity between your two families.
3. Economics → Your economic state and/or your station will improve through the union, though one of you may be marrying down.
4. Empire → You and your spouse are merging your businesses and/or property to create something more influential or profitable.
6. Tribute → You have been offered as a gift or appeasement, alternately you're the spoils of war.
8. Bloodline → Carrying on your distinguished family name has fallen to you and the equally well-bred spouse of your family's selection.
7. Disapproval → Your marriage has been arranged to keep you away from the person with whom you truly wish to be.

Scenario:

1. First meeting → This is the very first time you're meeting your future spouse.
2. Courtship → To get to know each other and encourage affection, your family has approved of you going on dates.
3. Engagement party → Be it a huge, formal affair or a small, intimate get together, you're celebrating (or pretending).
4. Wedding day → The big day!
5. Reception → The big party!
6. Wedding night → Every meme needs a smut prompt, right?
7. Honeymoon → Where will you go with your new spouse and what will you do there?
8. Been at this a while → Just starting to get to know the other person

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Despite his mutation, Kevin has had a girlfriend, and a boyfriend. He knows how to kiss. It's a skill, learned like any other.

He closes his eyes and wraps both arms around her, pulling her against the warmth of his body. But the kiss remains sweet, gentle, but not tentative at all. One hand buries itself in her hair, cupping the back of her head.

Then, his tongue brushes against her lips, seeking entrance. It's definitely a question and not a demand, those might come later in their relationship, but right now, he's still trying to feel his way through this. And feeling her pressed against him, and the warm metal of her ring cannot be beat. It can't.

She shivers a little, giving a soft sound that's muffled between their lips. Oddly enough, despite her outgoing personality and the 'party girl' perception of her, she's only ever had one boyfriend, and they had been on and off again so many times that she isn't nearly as experienced.

Even so, she leans more into him, her lips parting slightly to give him entrance as she wraps her arms around his neck. As she feels herself pressed against his chest, she becomes even more aware that the only thing covering her is the bathrobe.

He holds onto her, stopping any movement, except the sweep of his tongue into her mouth. The sound she makes is something that he doesn't hear, so much as feel against his lips. His tongue explores her mouth, inviting hers to play with it.

Kevin is very aware of the fact that all he's got on is a pair of jeans and his socks, and she appears to be wearing only her bathrobe. That may cause a problem, but right now, he's just enjoying kissing his wife.

Slowly, he pulls back, resting his forehead against hers, his eyes still closed, just ever so slightly out of breath.

"You're one hell of a kisser, Mrs. Ford." He whispers gently. But he is not... unaffected by such a kiss. Sometimes, his body is such a guy.

With another small noise, this one more of a low moan, her tongue rises to meet his, feeling and exploring his until the kiss is broken. Taking a few shaky breaths of her own, she leans against him, shivering again as his warm breath tickles her face.

"You're pretty good yourself, Mr. Ford," she replies. As she slowly opens her eyes, she notices that her bathrobe had loosened somewhat, exposing her body a bit more. She tracks back up to his face, slightly curious to see if he might do anything.

He's noticed. He's noticed and he wants... The hand in her hair trails down, brushing along her neck, and flowing over the cloth of her robe. He's watching her, waiting for any sign that she's uncomfortable, or that she wants him to stop. He rubs the lapel of her robe between his fingers.

He leans in and kisses her again, liking the sounds she'd made earlier. The arm at the small of her back tightens just a bit, bringing her in closer.

this time, when he breaks the kiss, his breathing is decidedly ragged. His hand trails upward. Watching her, he touches her neck then follows the line of her robe, except this time, he's touching her skin, instead of the robe.

All she has to do is say stop, and he will back off.

She takes in a soft breath, his touch sending another shiver down her spine. But she doesn't pull away, and presses back into the kiss with another soft moan.

When he pulls away again, she keeps her eyes on his face as his hand moves slowly, though her breath hitches slightly when the rough callouses of his fingertips brush over her skin.

Still, she doesn't say anything. Instead she reaches up, slowly undoing the tie of the bathrobe and letting it fall open.

Kevin is taking that as a loud and clear invitation. This time, his kiss is a little rougher, a little harsher. His tongue demands entrance. But his fingers are still slow, care, steady.

He pushes open the robe a bit further and cups one breast in his hand. The thumb brushes over her nipple, trying to draw another moan from her. This is not where he expected it to go, but he's not going to complain. Slowly, he takes his hand from the small of her back, and brings it between them.

He pushes her robe off her shoulders, leaving nothing to the imagination.

She meets his kiss with just as much fervor, eager and desperate for more. He gets exactly what he's looking for, a moan rumbling in her throat as the nipple hardens under his touch. As the bathrobe pools around their feet, she shivers as the cool air of the hotel room contrasts with the warmth of his body, and she presses into him to feel more.

Sweet mother Mary. His wife is gorgeous. He knew that, in an abstract way, and her swimsuit usually left little to the imagination, but this? This is more than he'd ever imagined.

He wraps his arms around his wife, and kisses her again. Pressing her against him, he keeps her warm in the cool air of the room.

The moan makes him moan back. He wants her, and it's pressing against the zipper of his jeans and against her. He really hopes she doesn't mind. His fingers brush along her spine, while the other hand cups her breast. He wants her. A lot. Gently, he brushes his thumb over the hard nipple. "Kitty." He says, panting hard. "I..." How to say this. "If you want me to stop, please tell me now." He'll stop later, but it'll be much, much harder.

She can feel his excitement pressing against her, feel the heat of it through his jeans, and it sends a thrill through her entire body, knowing that she was causing this in him.

But it isn't as though she's not affected either. His kiss, his touch, his warmth have her head spinning, and she barely registers his words as she takes ragged breaths.

When she finally manages to speak, it's in a low, need-filled voice, "Don't stop..."

That's an invitation if he's ever heard one. So, he scoops her up in a bridal carry and settles her on top of the bedspread. Then, he shucks off his jeans and slides over next to her. He kisses her again, his tongue teasing her lips slowly time and again. Braced on one arm, he uses his left hand, the one bearing his wedding ring, to trace over her body.

"You're so beautiful." He whispers, then slowly kisses down her neck.

Still watching her, he slips his hand around her waist and cautiously pulls that rock hard nipple into his mouth, laving his tongue over it. She can still call a stop, though they'll both probably regret it.

She gasps softly in surprise when he picks her up and places her on the bed. She presses into the kiss, her hands slowly trailing down his broad chest, shivering as he does the same down her body.

She doesn’t have a chance to answer him as his lips brush over her skin, sending a spark of heat through her body, which grows hotter as he gives attention to her breast and pulls another moan from her lips.

His mouth rolls the nipple gently. He wants her not necessarily begging but in no way regretting this decision. And if some of her reactions are anything to go by, she's never done this before.

His callused hand runs down her side, and hooks behind her knee, drawing her leg over his. It presses them far more intimately together. His heat to hers. But he'll restrain himself for now. Roaming upward again, he trails his warm fingers over her belly, switching his mouth from the first breast to the second.

She’s never gotten quite this far before, and she’s more than eager to keep going. Her back arches slightly as he pulls her closer, pressing herself more against him. Her arms circle around him, and her fingers gently tangle in his hair.

“Kevin...” she moans, her voice just a bare, throaty whisper.

He smiles against her breast. He suspects that she's never done this before, that she's never had sex before. He plans on making it worth her while.

Gently sucking on the hard nipple, he traces patterns in her skin with his hand. She moans his name and that makes his gut tighten. He wants to touch her everywhere. But they have nine hours of the suppressor. He can take his time. Trailing his mouth upwards, he kisses her again.

But this time, his callused fingers steal between her thighs stroking the soft skin there. But he doesn't touch her intimately, not yet. He wants her ready for that.

She gives little, desperate noises, his touch leaving a tingling sensation on her skin. When his hand comes so close to her most special area but doesn’t touch her there, she can’t help a slight whimper, muffled against his lips, and she squirms slightly underneath him.

It's the squirm that makes him smile. She may be new to this, but her body is giving her the freedom to ask for things. His tongue brushes against her lips at the same time his fingers gently part her and brush against her intimately. He plans for her to get hers before he even thinks about himself. Even if he is rock hard and pulsating against her thigh.

Slowly, he explores her intimately, and then gently slips a finger inside of her. He groans into their kiss in wanting.

She moans at the touch of his hand against her, which turns into a sharp inhale when one finger enters her. A jolt of heat pulses through her, concentrated on the feeling between her legs, and she rolls her hips to press harder against his hand, seeking more.

"K-Kevin..." she whispers against his lips, "please..."

His finger strokes in and out of her. If she hasn't gone this far, there's no way she's anything but a virgin, and he's not going to just fuck her without her getting something first. He wants to, but he can deny his body for a little while.

Gently, he shushes her with a soft kiss. He trails his mouth down her neck, then back up. "It's alright." He whispers into her ear his southern accent thick. "I've got you." He says, brushing a callused thumb over her while the finger moves in and out.

Her breath hitches softly, the rough callus sending more sparks of electricity through her body. All she could focus on is his touch, the heat pooling together as his finger works her up, and the steadily growing pressure in core that's not nearly enough yet.

And she's doing her best to be patient...but the more he teases her, the harder it's getting to wait.

He hears the breath hitch and kisses her throat. He trails his mouth down to gently pull a nipple into his mouth again. His wife is beautiful, spread out like this under him. He joins a second finger to the first and continues moving them. His thumb brushes over her again.

His tongue rolls around the nipple, then abandons one breast for the other. God, he wants her.

He kisses his way back up to her ear. "Don't wait for me." He whispers, before kissing her again. She doesn't need to wait for him. This is all about her.

She tilts her head back, her body curving into his as he continues his attention on her. The second finger pulls another gasp from her, and her nails bite a little into his skin as she clings to him.

She returns the kiss, but it’s with a small, questioning sound as his words manage to work through the haze of her mind. “B-But...” She’s torn, because part of her wants them to do it together, if possible. But right now he’s making that difficult.

She's so hot like this. It's making it very hard to concentrate on what he wants to do. But he's not going to just take his pleasure before she can get hers. This isn't about him. He's done this before. He wants her to experience everything so he can watch her before he takes his.

"Trust me, Kitty." He whispers against her lips. He kisses her again, harder, more demanding. He just wants this for her. He's a giving person, and even his past lover - singular - said that he's always more worried about how other people feel than himself.

She swallows the lump in her throat, swallows his kiss as she rolls her hips into his hand again. As much as she's trying to wait, it's getting much harder to think, to remember what she's waiting for in the first place.

And because the sensations are so new to her, it isn't long before it becomes too much for her. As her hips move, bringing his touch deeper into her, his rough fingers hit a spot that sends a sharp current through her, and with a keening cry the pressure in her core seems to explode, spilling over and drowning her in a wave of heat and pleasure that leaves her trembling underneath him.

She's absolutely beautiful his wife. He kisses her gently, pulling his fingers out of her. Then he settles on his side, and pulls her in close to him. He's rock hard and pulsing against her but he's just going to hold onto her, let her recover.

He kisses her hair, her forehead, her cheek. He wants to just keep holding her, a sensation he thought he wasn't going to get.

And because sometimes, Kevin is a guy, he smirks. "Take it you liked that." He whispers, listening to her panting in his arms.

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