Antoinette De Lafayette is the little sister to Marquis De Lafayette. Their parents were murdered, when someone set their France home on fire and killed their parents. Only Lafayette and Antoinette made it out alive. The siblings fled to the colonie...
"T-Thank you John." I blush, "Lafayette wrote about you, Herc, and Alex a lot in his letters. I-I always thought there was something special about this 'Laurens' guy he talked so fondly about. I didn't know what you looked like, or how you talked, I hardly knew anything about you. Still though, every time Laf wrote about you, I got this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. My young, 16 year old self, didn't know what that was. Now however, I know that I was in love with you when I hardly knew anything about you."
"I guess we're meant to be together." John presses his lips to mine as the tune ends.
***
"Are you ready, baby sister?" Laf asks, I nod.
"As ready as I'll ever be."
Today is the day, I'm getting married to John Laurens. My wedding dress, is big and I can hardly walk in it. Nonetheless, I look beautiful.
Lafayette is giving me away, since he gave John his blessing to court me, and our father has passed on and cannot give me away. I link my arm with Laf's and we walk down the isle. I see my friends, and John. John has the biggest smile painted on his face.
"Treat her well, John. Never hurt her. I may be in France, but if you ever hurt my sister I will be on the first ship back to America to kick your ass." Laf says.
"I promise. I couldn't possible hurt her." John says.
Laf kisses my cheek, and whispers "I love you" before taking his place with Herc, and Alex.
"With this ring, I thee wed." John slides the ring on my finger.
"With this ring, I thee wed." I say, and slide John's ring on his finger.
"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride"
John doesn't have to be told twice. He kisses me passionately, one arm around my waist and the other on my upper back keeping me steady. He pulls away and everyone cheers.
"Mr. Laurens" I smile.
"Mrs. Laurens." John smirks.
***
I smooth out the white, silk nightgown. I smile, content with how I look. I walk to mine and John's bedroom. John sits on the bed, shirtless. I bite my lip.
"Mrs. Laurens." John nods, "I love how that sounds."
"John, tell me," John looks up at me and nods, "how much do you love me?"
"That's a silly question," He walks over to me and takes my hands in his, pushing me gently towards the wall and pins me against it, "I love you more than anything in this world. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on." His hands fall on either side of my face, and he kisses me.
When he pulls away, he backs up a bit. I slowly, with shaky, nervous hands, undo the buttons on my nightgown. I pull the fabric off my shoulders and let it fall to my feet.
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Should i write smut?
Have some washingdad memes (I have like 50 Washington memes I have a problem)
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