red_peril | For Sinthia, Wedding Plans

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For Sinthia, Wedding Plans

It still felt like something from a dream. Illya had proposed to Sinthia a couple of months before. Surprising her with a Faberge ring at her work. The date they had chosen was only a few months away.

"Avi, buddy, hold still just a little longer," Illya told the dog and petted him before pinning the tuxedo's hem so it wouldn't interfere with the dog's tail. It would come down just to his hips. He had the dog up on his work table, so he didn't have to bend down to work. The fabric was a fabulous silver silk brocade. Far too expensive in most people's view for a dog's tuxedo but how many times would he and Sinthia get married. Luckily for the tall Russian, his furry friend liked Illya enough that he actually was very patient with being fussed over. Illya carefully placed the pins, "You are being such a good boy."

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"Of course I will wear it," He kissed her again. "You have very good taste, my darling." Illya carefully placed it back in it's box before he could manage to lose the delicate thing. "Is that for my boutonniere or for my tie?"

"It can be worn either way," Sinthia answered, nuzzling close to him after he kissed her. "Depending on how you want to wear your tie. But I wanted to wear a different comb for the reception if I'm going to be dancing with you, so the heavy one doesn't fall out."

And she'd make him a matching boutonniere for that, too. "I saw a little of the lace you bought for the dress, and I thought roses would go with it."

"It matches perfectly," he said nuzzling her back. "And very practical of you. Especially since I want our first dance to be tango." He slid his arms around her drawing her into his lap.

"Not wasting any time, are you?" she chuckled, giving up on keeping her spot on the couch and relenting to being moved into Illya's lap. "We can't get too involved, the food will be here soon," she protested, albeit feebly.

"The tango like we did in my kitchen all that time ago?"

"You know I do not like to waste time," he chuckled. "Damn, I forgot about food coming. We will have to be satisfied with foreplay. Yes, that one. Assassin's Tango, da?" he said.

"That is what it's called," she replied, amused as she settled on her soon-to-be husband's lap comfortably, winding her arms around his shoulders. "It's alright. Once they leave we can have pizza and sex wherever we like."

"That could get little bit messy," he laughed and kissed her again. Illya imagined them eating pizza in bed between having sex. He couldn't remember ever being this happy before. He smiled so much it made his face ache. Probably because smiling was exercising muscles he hadn't used in a long time.

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"Do you mind that so much?" she asked, kissing his cheek and down to his neck. "I thought you were a fearless Vor protector, and you don't want a little mess?"

She loved being able to tease him, make him laugh as she slid her hands into his shirt, pulled out from his belt: foreplay indeed. Most of all Sinthia just loved Illya, loved all of him and his smile when he looked at her. It could be from across a crowded runway show or just the kitchen table in their flat but she loved the look.

"That's blood and gore. This is melted cheese and hot pizza sauce! Is like lava you get it on bare skin," he teased back.

"You would not want it on certain very sensitive body parts." Laying back against the couch, Illya chuckled as she slid her hands beneath his shirt.

"I'd be careful," Sinthia replied dramatically, rolling her eyes as the doorbell rang and she had to sit up, the prelude to going and actually getting the pizza.

"How about pizza here on the couch instead?"

"I am sure you would be careful," he laughed just before the doorbell rang. "I think it would be wise decision." Illya sat up as Sinthia went to the door.

"Such a high compliment from the man of the house," she said, paying for the box and bringing it back to where they'd been sitting.

Illya laughed, "I could be biased, you know." He sat up and straightened out his shirt. While Sinthia paid for the pizza he got napkins from the kitchen.

Sinthia chuckled as she met him back at the couch with the warm cardboard box balanced perfectly level, her hands not touching it at all. "Could be?" she asked. "I know you're biased. I like it."

She rose up on her toes to kiss him lightly. "I love you, ptichka."

"I like it too," he kissed her back. "I love you,
moya malen'kaya koroleva." He set the napkins on the table. "You want something to drink?"

"Surprise me," she said, smiling. "I trust you."

"Ok," of course that would depend on what they had in the refrigerator at the moment. Luckily , he found that they had cold beer. He opened it and split it between two glasses and carried it back to the living room. "Not much of surprise, I'm sure, but will go with pizza," he said sitting down next to her.

"Pizza and beer on the couch," she chuckled. "I like it, we're almost...normal."

She took the beer glass and settled down leaving room for Illya next to her, a seating she encouraged by patting the cushion.

He settled on the couch beside her, "I hadn't thought of it. It is nice." Illya picked up a slice of pizza. "I could get used to this."

"Dinner with your wife on the couch?" she echoed, putting her legs over his as they got comfortable to eat. "Soon you'll have to break the hearts of all those girls who swoon over you int he shops," Sinthia sighed, a tiny grin flitting around her mouth as she teased. "So many fantasies you will shatter."

The slice stopped half way to his mouth,"Huh?" He looked at her not sure if he heard her correctly. "What shop girls are having fantasies about me?"

"Only all of them," she chuckled, eating pizza. "Haven't you seen the way they stare at you and sigh longingly when you leave?"

"Really? No, I hadn't really noticed," Illya said taking a bite of his pizza finally. He chewed and swallowed, considering. "You know, I only have eyes for you."

"I know, I know," Sinthia laughs, leaning in and pecking his cheek. "But I notice them, because they all give you that look. They all want to be yours, at least for a little while."

Illya laughed, "Let them have their fantasies. Only you will have me for real." He turned to kiss her cheek. "You have nothing to worry about, my wife."

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