Arranged Marriage

[bostonhowler]

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

Comments

[southernreaper]

He loves that he can draw sounds out of her. Sounds that mean he's doing something right. He starts to move her, slowly. Up and down. The water provides a slick surface for her to move against, and the warmth of the water just seems to heat up his body.

Holding onto her, he braces one hand on the wall and just moves with her. His mouth drinks in hers, absorbing any and all sounds she makes.

Kevin has a new goal: to make her shout his name, when she comes. Not in the mansion, obviously, but definitely while they're on this little honeymoon. He's got two weeks to do it. Hopefully that's enough time.

[goingthroughaphase]

She clings on to him, moaning against his lips as he moves in and out of her. A pulse of electricity spikes through her, and the muscles around him tighten which adds more friction to the movements.

[southernreaper]

He groans as well. This is better than he could have hoped. He kisses her again, his tongue fucking in and out of her mouth in time with their bodies. He keeps moving, though, wanting her to find her fulfillment. His hands move her faster, his hips moving a bit faster as well.

[goingthroughaphase]

Her breath hitches, the increased pace sending more sparks through her body, heat pooling into her core. Her tongue rises to meet his, as she tries to move her hips in time with him for more of the feeling.

"Kevin..." she gasps, desperate for more.

[southernreaper]

"Kitty..." He hisses against her mouth. His hips move faster, but his one hand travels down, catching her breast and then, pressing where their bodies join. He kisses her again, groaning against her mouth.

[goingthroughaphase]

She returns the kiss, and when his hand touches her intimately a more powerful jolt shoots through her, pushing her over the edge. Her sharp cry is muffled by his lips as the intense pleasure washes over her, and each thrust and the water still cascading over them adding to the sensation over her sensitive body.

[southernreaper]

He groans as he comes inside of her. Panting, he puts a hand against the wall, holding her up. He closes his eyes and kisses her slowly.

"Good morning." He whispers with a grin. That certainly was a nice wake up for him. He hopes she enjoyed it as much as she seemed to.

[goingthroughaphase]

Breathing heavily, she returns the kiss with a soft sound, her body still tingling with residual pleasure.

“Good morning,” she responds with a breathless giggle. She had certainly enjoyed that.

[southernreaper]

He chuckles, just holding onto her. "You alright?" He asks, gently easing her down onto her feet and slipping out of her.

He gently cups her face in his hands, brushing his thumbs over her cheekbones.

[goingthroughaphase]

She shivers as he pulls out of her, and she’s glad for his support because she’s feeling a bit weak in the knees.

“I think so,” she says after a moment. Then she laughs softly. “Though don’t be surprised if I fall asleep in the car.”

[southernreaper]

He chuckles. "It's only about six hours to Disney, so sleep all you want." He says, kissing her. "But I should clean up and take the suppressor off. It's about time." Unfortunately. He doesn't want to. He wants to keep it on, but he knows better. The headache will blind him, even if it's only temporary.

[goingthroughaphase]

She nods, even as she frowns. “Yeah...” She feels sad for him, knowing that moments like this were temporary for him. Maybe she could talk to Forge and Hank when they got back to see if they could make a better version of the suppressor, one that he’d be able to wear longer.

“Do you want me to go so you can take it off now, or...?” She doesn’t mind either way, depending on what he needs. As much as she’d like to finish up shower now with him, she doesn’t want him to get hurt either.

[southernreaper]

Honestly, he was able to sleep next to his new wife, and have sex with her. That's more than he thought he'd get. So, he's not sad to take the suppressor off for a little while. He doesn't want to, but he knows it's better for him in the long run.

He shakes his head and pulls her against him. "No, stay with me?" He asks, softly.

[goingthroughaphase]

With a small smile, she nods, curving into him as she combs her fingers through his damp hair.

“Sure,” she says softly.

[southernreaper]

He reaches for the shampoo and slowly starts with her hair. He has no problem washing her, if she wants. But right now, it's not about sex, or even teasing. It's just about that physical closeness that Kevin usually craves and is denied so far.

Once the conditioner is in her hair, he starts on the rest of her.

[goingthroughaphase]

She gives a soft sound as he massages the shampoo into her scalp. While he does that, she lathers the soap and gently scrubs his body. When he starts on hers, she combs her fingers through her hair to rinse out the leftover conditioner.

[southernreaper]

He washes her. Not because of any desire to own her, or to possess her, but because... he wants to touch her. Not sexually, but intimately. He wants to explore all of her skin and just learn about it. He wishes they had more time.

But they don't. So, when he finishes up his ministrations, he washes his hair real quick, then kisses her. "Come on. We'll get dressed then go to breakfast. We'll take the pizza for lunch or something."

[goingthroughaphase]

She returns the kiss while she can, then nods as she finishes cleaning up. "Sounds good. I could go for an omelet or something."

Not that she minded cold pizza, but a warm breakfast also sounded nice.

As she turns the water off, she glances at him, her eyes briefly going to the suppressor ring. "How're you doing?"

[southernreaper]

"Omelet it is. Maybe IHOP?" Because IHOP has excellent pancakes, and that's really what Kevin wants.

He looks down at the suppressor and steps out of the shower, dragging a towel around his waist. He offers her one, since her robe is out in the room. "I'll be alright." He says after a moment. "It's gettin' time though." He admits. He touches her face, and leans in to brush his lips against hers. "I'll leave it off for the drive and then some. It'll be alright."

[goingthroughaphase]

“Sure, IHOP sounds good.”

Taking the towel, she wraps it around her body. Looking up at him, she leans into his touch and returns the light kiss. “Mm, okay,” she says softly.

[southernreaper]

He smiles a bit sadly. He doesn't want to take it off. He'd warned her, the night before, that he always wants to wear it. He wants to be able to touch and be touched. He wants to wear it until it blinds him with pain.

But he won't do that to her. Were it just him and Mimsy on this trip, he might. But he won't put someone else through that. So, instead, he walks out of the room and starts to get dressed in his many layers. Lastly, he pulls his gloves on, and removes the suppressor, putting it back in its box, that had fallen on the floor. Then he slips that final glove on, and once again, he's Wither, the untouchable guy with a deadly power.

He sighs and offers her the box. "Keep this safe?" For him, for both of them.

[goingthroughaphase]

Following him into the room, she watches sadly as he puts on all his layers. Hidden away once more.

After getting dressed herself, she turns to him as he holds out the box to her. With a nod, she carefully takes it from him.

“I will,” she says softly. Then, looking up at him, she suddenly hugs him. She’s careful, making sure she can only feel the clothes that covers him, which only makes her feel more sad for him.

[southernreaper]

He may be hidden away, but she's a member of a very elite club: seeing him without the layers. There are very few people who have: her, Josh, and Dr. McCoy.

He's surprised by the hug, but hugs her back. He wants to kiss her but doesn't dare. He can't even rest his head against hers. Still, he holds onto her for as long as she wants to stay where she is. Kevin is a man starved of physical affection.

[goingthroughaphase]

She holds the hug for a long moment, but eventually she does pull back. Just enough to look up at him while still staying in his arms.

Then she offers him a small smile. It’s not much...but she hopes it can be enough for now.

[southernreaper]

He brushes gloved fingers against her cheek. It's as close as he can come to anything more like what they both want. "Come on, breakfast, then we'll hit the road." He says, softly. It's not that he doesn't want to spend time with Kitty, but that's what two plus weeks at Disney is for. He can cover up during the day, wear his layers and at night... well, that's hopefully going to be an exploration of a different sort.

He smiles back, crookedly. He can't fully smile while covered like this. It's emotionally impossible. He just doesn't have it in him to be happy while in this state.