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It's late. The party's winding down, outside -- laughter still drifts in through the window, with chattering conversation, but more muted now. Susan and Cuthbert slipped away a while ago, for a more private wedding celebration.

When Alain and Lilly make their way to his room, they are flushed and laughing with happiness and just enough champagne to help make the world seem a wonderful place right now. Not that they really needed any alcohol for that.

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Lilly sits on the bed, kicking her shoes off immediately and grinning at Alain.

"I'll miss being closer to as tall as you, but the heels really had to go. Man. That and Bernard and Tonks are tied for best weddings ever, huh?"

He returns the grin, as he drops into the armchair to take off his boots.

"I'm biased."

Lilly laughs, reaching up and pulling the flower out of her hair. She tosses it idly on the desk, not bothering to stand up.

"Well, Bernard and Tonks didn't have us in their wedding, so I guess that means you're right. Susan and Koosh Allgood had the best wedding ever."

The jacket is coming off. There's only so long Alain can stand formalwear. He stands, to shrug it off and hang it up in the small closet.

He laughs. "That's the standard, is it?"

Lilly tilts her head to look up at him, smiling.

"You're probably going to argue that the standard should be more like the whole happy-in-love thing the bride and groom had going on, aren't you?"

"It's more usual."

He crosses to the bed, and bends to kiss her quickly, still grinning.

"But I'm not going to argue tonight."

To kiss him back, Lilly would have to either stand up or try to bring him back down to her level. Hmmm. She tugs lightly on his shirt, laughing.

"Why do you have to be all tall? It's totally not fair."

"Just to thwart you."

He's laughing, though, and he rests both hands on the bed to either side of her as he lets himself be pulled back down into a longer kiss.

Lilly's smirking just a bit when she eventually lets him go.

"Great job with the thwarting, there. I was completely foiled. Rats."

Airily, "Glad to hear it."

Unbuckling the gunbelts, now.

Lilly laughs again, standing up and walking over to his desk. She's pulling pins out of her hair and dropping them on the desktop. Hey, it's decoration. Or something.

"You know, I think my favorite part was the vows. But my second favorite part was definitely the hats."

He snorts.

Lilly is very, very proud of the hats. It might show a little. She glances over at Alain, still working on her hair.

"What was your favorite part?"

Silence, for a bit. He's considering.

"I don't know. All of it." A small smile, remembering. "Their vows, if I had to choose."

All the other words he'd heard before. They weren't so individually true.

"Copycat."

Lilly sighs, and lets her hands drop.

"Can you use your unfair height advantage to see if there's still any pins in the back of my hair?"

"You did make me pick," he points out, and comes over.

"Not -- oh, here." Two more pins come out, and he smooths a hand over her hair, feeling for more. "I think that's all of them."

"Thanks," Lilly says. "And now I think you see the reason I don't do that often."

She smiles happily up at him.

"Of course, special occasions like the best wedding ever are worth it."

He can't help but smile back.

"Worth it, aye."

He's mostly behind her, from looking for hairpins. Now he slides an arm around her waist, pulling her to him, and bends over her shoulder to kiss her.

Against her lips: "And you looked very nice."

Lilly smiles, leans into his arm.

"You clean up pretty good too," she replies before kissing him back.

Alain is perfectly willing to let the conversation fade there.

His other arm comes up around her, as the kiss deepens.

Lilly twists so she's facing him, wrapping her arms around his neck and tilting her head up. It is entirely possible that she's also willing to stop talking.

Alain is apparently both a gunslinger and a miracle worker.

Alain is also several inches taller than her. After a while, this gets kind of uncomfortable for both parties.

Fortunately, there's an easy solution for that.

This is why Alain is now maneuvering them towards the bed.

Lilly follows Alain willingly, letting him pull her gently onto the bed. Conveniently, the height difference stops mattering so much when they're both lying down.

This also means Lilly can now concentrate more on things like unbuttoning the first couple buttons of Alain's shirt and kissing his neck.

His eyes half-close, as he tilts his head to give her more room, and his hands drift over her back and bare shoulders.

Her dress is very close to scandalous, by Gilead fashion. But Alain's standards have relaxed a fair bit at Milliways, and, as he tips his head to mouth along her collarbone, he has to admit that in private, scandalous has its advantages.

Lilly could have told him that. Well, she could have if she weren't busy undoing the rest of the buttons on his shirt. It's a slow process, though, as she's a bit distracted by his mouth and his hands.

And even if Lilly wasn't occupied in trailing kisses down Alain's neck, it's highly doubtful that she'd complain about the distraction.

The zipper of her dress gives him some pause: the tag is small, and the mechanism gets stuck in the fabric a couple of times. But he manages, finally.

Wouldn't want to muss her fancy clothes, after all.

Lilly is highly amused by the fact that Alain, who's got the fastest hands she's ever seen when it comes to guns, is having trouble with a mere zipper.

"Need any help there?" she asks as he finally gets it, her laughter muffled by his shoulder but still clearly audible.

Well, he's also being rather distracted.

With dignity, "Thankee-sai, but I have it."

There's a laugh hiding in his voice, though.

"Just checking," Lilly says airily, her hands sliding down his bare chest to the waistband of his slacks. It takes her hardly any time to undo those buttons, and there might be a trace of smugness in her voice when she speaks again.

"Because really, zippers are supposed to be easier than buttons, you ken?"

"The fabric was catching. It's not designed well."

Hear the dignity!

The fact that his back just arched into her caress, and that half the words are muffled by her neck as he nuzzles below her ear, are totally irrelevant.

"Well then," Lilly murmurs, her breath catching a little as Alain finds particularly sensitive spots on her neck, "I just won't wear it if it's so badly designed."

A bit of wriggling and a moment later, she's not.

Alain grins against her neck.

He's not complaining.

He is, however, nibbling very gently on one of those sensitive spots.

Murmured, "See? More freedom of movement now."

"Mmmmhmm," is about all Lilly can reply. Because, well, nibbling.

She does manage to take advantage of the freedom of movement to press even more closely against Alain, though.

Unbuttoned or not, he's still mostly clothed. This is rapidly becoming a more pressing issue.

There's also Lilly's warm weight against him, though, which is not something he much wants to change.

A few moments of somewhat distracted internal debate, and then he slides his hands down to her hips, and with a quick motion flips them over.

Freedom of movement, and all.

Momentarily startled by the sudden change in position, Lilly blinks up at Alain... who's slipping his shirt off. Ah.

She starts to smile, reaches up to run her hands over bare skin and then pulls Alain down to kiss him deeply.

Shortly after that, the clothing issue becomes much less pressing. Which is a good thing, because at that point it would really get in the way.

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