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Your hands fumbled with the key card to get into your hotel room, Tom's hands resting on your waist as he stood behind you. The little light on the door finally blinked green and the lock clicked as you pushed the door open. Gathering the train of your dress up, you stepped inside carefully. Tom was right behind you, making sure the door was closed and locked behind the two of you.
Turning to face Tom, you placed your hands on his shoulders, looking up at him with a tired smile. You could tell that he was tired too as you loosened the tie around his neck slightly.
It had been a long day. You'd had one last rehearsal, then you and your friends had spent a few hours getting ready. Then, finally, your wedding, and then the reception. It'd been the best day of your life - you were now married to the love of your life, but it had still been long and you were tired. Now, honestly, all you wanted was to cuddle up to Tom (your husband!) and fall asleep. Maybe a bath together, too. However, you felt like there was an expectation that you had to have sex on your wedding night. That's what most people did, right?
You looked up to Tom, about to open your mouth to speak, when Tom's hands came up from your waist to cup your jaw in his hands. His palms were warm against your skin as you looked each other. The look in his eyes - a look of pure love - made your heart flutter, and you felt so incredibly lucky to have him.
His voice was barely above a whisper as he spoke, his forehead coming to rest against yours, "You look so wonderful in your dress, darling."
You could feel your cheeks warm up against his hands, a small smile appearing on your lips. "Thank you, Tommy. You look so handsome." Your hands ran down the lapels of his suit and came to rest on his chest, one of your hands resting over his heart. You could feel the steady beat of it through his clothing.
It had taken quite some time before you'd picked out the perfect dress. You had taken your mom and your two best friends with you, and after a while, it felt like you were never going to find the perfect dress. Until you'd tried this one on. This one had made you cry. It was a simple dress, but you loved it. It was an a-line dress, and from the waist up was covered with lace with long lace sleeves. The skirt had been a simple tulle skirt with a bit of lace at the hem of it. Though Tom had tried to hide it, you could tell that he had cried a little when he saw you walk down the aisle.
Tom's fingertips brushed the side of your face gently, pushing a few loose curls out of the way. His fingers tucked the loose hair behind your ears, ever-so-lightly skimming his fingertips across your neck. He spoke quietly again, as he played with a few strands of your hair, "And I just love your hair like this. The way it falls on the side of your neck," his fingers trailed to your shoulders, "and down your shoulders and back."
For your hair, you'd opted for loose curls pulled half-up with a headband that had been your mom's at your parents' wedding. By now, after the long day, your hair was coming out of place and was starting to fall into your face. Clearly, Tom didn't care, though.
