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For my girl scar, i love you lots <3
The wedding of Oliver and Loretta Putnam had passed in a blissful whirlwind for the two, much like how it had been planned. After the dance, and postponing their talk about figuring out their long-distance marriage, they were ushered over to the desert table tucked away quaintly in a corner of flowers. It bore a beautiful cake, obviously fit for a man like Oliver to feed his bride. They had entwined hands around the knife, cutting into it before taking bites out of their piece with the same fork. To anybody watching, it was impossible to miss the smoldering looks sent from Loretta to her husband, or Oliver's suggestive eyebrows meant only for Loretta. Clearly, they had something in mind for the evening.
Loretta gazed over to where Oliver was sitting and talking to Mabel, Charles, and Will. He kept looking over at her, instantly meeting her eyes every time, making her heart flutter, and her lips curl into a knowing smile. She knew he had been wanting to get her alone all evening - it had been torcher turning him down. Like when his hand slid up a bit too high on her thigh during the meal, or when their fiery, stolen kisses filled with quiet passion had been ignited to almost no return, it took every ounce of control Loretta could muster up not to grab him by his belt buckle and drag him upstairs. Sitting by herself also gave her some time to think about what was really going to happen, not just reflect on Oliver trying to get under her skirt. She had been trying to convince herself that moving to New Zealand, with him still back in New York, wouldn’t affect the love they had between them. Nothing she told herself would soothe this fear though. Sighing, she looked back at Oliver, knowing only he could put the doubts in her mind to rest. Soon enough though, her husband took the hint and joined her where he had left 15 minutes prior.
Smirking, he stepped closer to her in 3 quick strides and lowly muttered, “Hello beautiful,”
“You're finally back. I've missed you, she pouted, “that ‘short little talk’ wasn't so short, was it now.”
“Well, someone's getting a bit possessive. I'm here now baby,” he let out a kindhearted chuckle with his last word and sat down, pulling Loretta's legs onto his lap. She had told him about how badly her feet were killing her after being on them all day, so Oliver, ever the caring partner, had made her sit for majority of the reception once they had mingled enough with everyone. “What's been going on in that pretty head of yours?”
“Oh, just how four months ago I wasn't even sure if the play - us - would work. And here we are, married.” The way she uttered this quiet yet monumental confession with breathy reverence, sitting closely to the man she loved, made Oliver realize he had found exactly what he had been looking for his entire life. His marriage to Roberta had left him bereft and shattered, but upon thinking back to how he felt during it, compared to now with the vivacious presence of Loretta in his life, the long years of his marriage seemed lifeless against the short period he had lived with Loretta. “Do you think you’ll regret it?” Oliver was brought out of his thoughts by this question. So full of hope, and a dash of tentative insecurity included in her melodic voice that wobbled a bit when she asked it.
“Wha- what? Regret what?”
“You know, getting married so quickly. I'm just wondering if this is what you'll want in a few years, with the whole long-distance thing."
“Loretta,” He knew that this was a complicated subject to answer. How can you be so sure of what, or who you'll want in a year's time? Nothing is for certain, though Oliver knew his answer. “Don't think for one second that I would ever regret marrying you! I'm the lucky one. Besides, I've never been so utterly besotted with someone as much as I am you, my lucky Durkin.” And with that he gave her a playful peck on the nose, cheek, and forehead, hoping to ease any of her worries for now. They would naturally come back, hell, he had them himself, but he didn't want anything to dampen the mood tonight. “There is nobody else for me. Period. Okay?”
Her mind was put to rest from this simple declaration. With bleary eyes, she choked out a small, “Okay,” before falling into Oliver's hold and crashing her lips onto his. They were exploring each other's mouths like never before. She wondered if having a ring on your finger really does make the sex better.
Just as she was about to ask him to cool it before someone noticed, Oliver said exactly what she was thinking. “Let's get out of here.” Loretta jumped up with a child-like excitement that elicited a naughty laugh from Oliver, and quickly downed the rest of her champagne glass before grabbing onto the hand he had offered her with both hands.
“Ollie, we should at least say bye to our guests, don't you think?’’ Loretta didn't want to, but she knew it would be nothing short of rude to leave without thanking the people that meant so much to them for coming to their wedding. Oliver gave her one of his choked-out snorts and conceded.
When they approached Charles, with Loretta giggling as Oliver whispered just what he was planning on doing to her once they got upstairs and his hands fondling her waist, it couldn't be any clearer where they were going. “Leaving so soon, eh?” he asked. Truly, he was glad his dear friend finally had his relationship going steady. It seemed that when Oliver didn't have to worry about who was hanging around his girlfriend, or the paternity of his son, investigations ran much smoother. “Congrats you two, you deserve it. Don't worry, I'll find Mabel. I'm sure she won't be too surprised either.”
Loretta laughed and replied a sincere, "Thank you, Charles. We were really glad you two were a part of it,” before Oliver could become too engrossed with coming up with a smart quip to reply to Charles with, and tugged on his arm to make their way to his apartment. It was clear they were not going to be ending the night on a slow note.
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The two of them raced upstairs together. Oliver kept his arm around Loretta's waist as she walked next to him closely, reaching up to place feather light kisses along his neck.
“How long can it take for the damn elevator to come?” Oliver really did not have time for this. His newly wedded wife was actively pressing herself against him, allowing him to feel her nipples straining against the tulle fabric of her wedding dress. If the elevator would hurry up, Oliver Putnam wouldn't be having to sport a hard-on for all the world to see. Yet they stood waiting for one, and he was doing just that.
“Fuck it. We’re taking the stairs. I've waited too long to get you to myself,” Oliver growled into Loretta's ear, before pulling her down the lobby, and into the stairwell.
“Now who's being possessive?”
Hand in hand, they quickly climbed up the stairs - or as quickly as Oliver could having had two knee replacements and an erection - could.
By the time they reached apartment 10D, none of the mood had evaporated. It even heightened the tension around them. Both chests heaving, hot breath tickling the others skin only inches away. Oliver had a difficult time trying to open his apartment, which surprisingly was locked for once, with Loretta coming onto him to kiss his face, or neck. She knew what drove him crazy - and she intended to use every extent of her knowledge tonight. As the door burst open, she pushed him up against it, attacking his lips with her own. She trailed her fingers lightly across Oliver's jawline, seconds before following the invisible trail her fingertips had created with featherlight kisses. She allowed her hands to trickle down to his chest, taking off his waistcoat and undoing the buttons on his shirt more haphazardly by ripping it apart. She could tell he wanted her as much as she wanted him by the ever-growing tent in his pants, pressing against her inner thigh. She reveled in how close they were right now, her heart leaping at the thought of them still becoming closer.
It had been long - far too long - since the two of them had had enough private time to get it on. Loretta remembered the first time back at her apartment, when he had kissed her blissfully on the fairy, then falling into bed so effortlessly… but now as she averted her gaze back up to Oliver's face, she realized there was something deeper about the sex this time, something unspoken that would remain unsaid about the sacrality of their love making tonight. Loretta had never believed it when she heard that the first night as husband and wife would feel special, but she certainly did now. Resting her hands on his chest to back up, she stepped out in front of him. “I think I should be dressed for the occasion as well, I feel a bit overdressed,” and proceeded to unzip the back of her dress, pulling it down to reveal the matching set of white lace underwear she had on underneath.
Oliver's mouth fell wide open at the sight. Loretta sauntered to him, and pulled him into his bedroom where she allowed him to take control. Oliver rocked methodically, his forearms resting at either side of Loretta's head so she could hold onto them, and kissed her with all the passion he had in his body. When she came down from her high, Oliver allowed himself to let go at the soft request of Loretta. “Show me I make you feel as good as you make me,” she quietly whispered, her voice so satiated, that her plea was almost inaudible. Their love making conveyed everything felt between them at that moment - longing, bliss, heartache, but most of all, love.
Lying together after the conclusion of their tryst, Oliver lifted his head from her chest just enough to place a damp kiss on Loretta's forehead. He then withdrew from her, rolled to the side, and gathered her into his arms. She cuddled up closely to him, resting her head on his chest, tangling her legs with his. Sometimes the moments like these, filled with soft breaths, kisses, or small touches, were what showed the most amounts of love. No words spoken. Just love emanating around the room. However, when Oliver felt some tears drip onto his chest, after Loretta had buried her face deeper in it, he knew they had to talk about what they had put off for the entire day.
“Sweetheart, you know moving to New Zealand isn't going to change anything about us, right? Absence makes the heart grow fonder after all. We’ll be okay," Oliver uttered. Some more tears dropped, and Loretta raised her head to look him in the eye.
“I know, but I'm just going to really miss you,’’ she choked. Loretta knew that if she were to truly try to communicate her feelings then she would really start weeping. “Dammit. I didn't mean to ruin our night with my silly emotions.”
“Your emotions aren't silly, Loretta. I for one will miss you to the moon and back. So don't worry, they’re reciprocated baby." This worked to earn a laugh from her, which Oliver was thankful for. Although it was important for them to process these emotions, he didn't want them to spend their last-first-night together stuck on her leaving.
So instead, Oliver was focused on making Loretta laugh for the rest of the night - all while kissing, looking forward to their new future together as a married couple, and thinking back to how they had gotten to this serene moment. By the end of the night, Loretta was already looking forward to the trip they had planned for Oliver to come visit her. Settled warmly in the crook of Oliver's arm, tucked away from the outside world, she knew that there wasn't a single other soul out there for her.
“Goodnight Oliver, I love you.”
“I love you too Loretta. See you in the morning.”