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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Nov 23, 2009 18:26:59 GMT -5
Marianne laughed.
"Yes, I want you as my husband as soon as can be."
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Post by The Smith on Nov 23, 2009 18:31:04 GMT -5
Tybolt rushed from the room. Fifteen minutes later he returned with the captain. Tybolt took her hand, and held it while the Captain married them to one another.
The captain gave them a sly wink, as he left the room.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Nov 23, 2009 18:33:38 GMT -5
Mari laughed.
"You know, I always imagined that my wedding would be a huge extravogansa. I prefer this one."
She kissed her husband feircely.
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Post by The Smith on Nov 23, 2009 18:40:13 GMT -5
Tybolt kissed her back, his hands dropping to her hips. "I do as well, by beautiful bride." He tilted his head, and leaning in kissed her neck.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Nov 23, 2009 18:42:01 GMT -5
Marianne closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"We agree on that then." She murmured.
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Post by The Smith on Nov 23, 2009 18:44:30 GMT -5
"I never thought to ask before, but are you a maiden?" Tybolt moved to a berth, and sat down pulling his bride down with him.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Nov 23, 2009 18:46:13 GMT -5
She nodded.
"If I wasnt Steffon would have killed me long before."
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Post by The Smith on Nov 23, 2009 18:52:12 GMT -5
Tybolt kissed her again, "Have you been told about... everything?" He laughed at his own nervousness.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Nov 23, 2009 18:54:44 GMT -5
"Yes. From my sister, rather then my mother." Marianne said with a smile at his nerves.
She kissed him.
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Post by The Smith on Nov 23, 2009 19:10:53 GMT -5
Tybolt's hand moved to caress the side of her breast through her dress, "I can not imagine learning about that from my mom." He spoke through kisses. He kissed her repeatedly, her mouth, her face, where ever he could reach.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Nov 23, 2009 19:16:38 GMT -5
"Neither could I, Joanna was always there to talk to though." Mari said. She unlaced his tunic, while kissing him back.
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Post by The Smith on Nov 23, 2009 19:23:24 GMT -5
Tybolt shrugged off of his tunic. "Are you nervous?"
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Nov 23, 2009 19:25:04 GMT -5
Marianne nodded.
"Very, but couldnt be happier."
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Post by The Smith on Nov 23, 2009 19:32:00 GMT -5
Tybolt moved forward, and began to slowly work on the buttons on her tunic. And he began to pull it free from her pants. He had a rugged smile on his face, as he helped it over her head.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Nov 23, 2009 19:43:20 GMT -5
She kissed him very gently, her hands at his breeches.
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