Free S-Duality: A Marauders Novella by Lina Andersson

a chapel.”
    “Was that it?”
    “No, it was your laugh. I love your laugh.”
    “I know, baby.” He cupped her cheeks. “Do you want a big, white wedding?”
    “No. I want it to be just you and me. Just us two. It's for us, and no one else's business.” She kissed the palm of his hand. “You have May off?”
    “Yeah. Wanna get hitched in May?”
    “Yes,” she smiled.
    “Okay,” he said and gave her another kiss. “Sore?”
    “No.”
    “Good. Because if we just decided to get married I wanna have sex with you.”
    She laughed and got out of the bath, holding out her hand. “You better fucking dazzle me with the ring.”
    “Told you, I'd get you whatever ring you want.”
    “Where's the fun in that?” she asked and pulled him, dripping all over the carpet, towards the bed. “If you're the right guy, you can get me the right ring.”
     
    He bought a plain, thick wedding band for himself, and he got her a set. An engagement ring with engraved flowers and a plain wedding band to go with it. She loved it, but said she didn't want to wear the engagement ring until they were married. She didn't want anyone to know, but they both went to get tattoos the very next day. He got 'Trudy' tattooed on the left side of his chest, and hers said 'Sisco,' because that was who they were to each other.
    They went to the courthouse on a Wednesday morning in May. Trudy wore a blue velvet babydoll dress, and he joked about kinderwhore fashion. She just laughed and pointed out that she'd at least made an effort. He'd sort of made an effort; he wore new jeans and a striped sweatshirt he knew she liked.
    They were in a line of ten other couples, and the actual ceremony didn't take many minutes, but it was still the best fucking day in Sisco's life. They both beamed for a solid two hours after putting the rings on each other's fingers. One of those hours was spent naked in bed.
    “You're my wife,” he mumbled after the first round as he held her in his arms. He'd been lying there with her naked body against his in silence for a long time, but when realization hit him, that she was his wife, it just sort slipped out. The more he thought about it, the more he liked it. “It's fucking amazing.”
    “I'm your wife!” She turned towards him. “And you're my husband. We're fucking married! Can I pick a guy or what?”
    “Why is it always you who picked me?”
    “Oh, honey, you looked like a deer in headlights.”
    “I did, didn't I?” He pushed her to her back and kissed down her neck, licked her collarbone, and further down until he had her nipple in his mouth. His wife's cocky nipple! He was fucking married. He couldn't get over it. “Fucking hell, I love you, Trudy.”
    “Get down there and show me how much!”
    He lay down comfortably between her legs and gave her little pinches on the inside of her thigh as he dipped down and gave her the first lick.
    “Oh, god!” she groaned. “Again!”
    He pinched the other thigh as well and sucked on her clit, just as he added the last pinch, he shoved the other hand's fingers into her pussy, and he felt her clench down on his fingers with another groan.
    “Fuck! More!”
    “Such a greedy girl,” he mumbled and kept pumping his fingers inside her, pressing upwards to tease her spot.
    She moved around to lie next to him, but in the opposite direction, and grabbed his dick. Then she took it in her mouth while she threw her leg over his shoulders to pull him towards her.
    They'd already had sex once, they weren't going to come in a hurry, so they took their time, almost playing around. When he was starting to really get going, she seemed to refuse to pick up the pace. He knew why, so he sat up.
    “On your knees.”
    She didn't question it, just did as he'd asked. He grabbed a firm hold of her neck, gave her ass a sharp slap, and during her high-pitched cry he rammed inside of her.
    “Oh, shit! I'm cumming.”
    He'd known she was close, and he knew she always preferred to come