One shots

All of you

"Courage dear heart."- C.S. Lewis

"I introduce to you Mr and Mrs Cartwright!"

The booming voice of his best friend Tristan broke us off from the intense glaring contest we were both currently in. Breaking it off a smile graced my lips as his hand met the curve of my waist holding me flush against his side. And while on a normal day I would have broken the said hand today was a little different. Acting the caring wife I gazed as lovingly as I could at the brute. To find his gaze already on me, unreadable despite all that seemed to flash in them and I couldn't help the shiver that ran down my spine.

Walking in we were met with the smiles and tears of cheering family and friends. And despite it all I couldn't help the laughs that left my mouth. The look of serene that had me glowing as I watched their faces. It made me genuinely happy. A kiss on the crown of my forehead, I looked up as his eyes crinkled as he laughed at his friends, I leaned in to the muscular warmth radiating off of my so called husband. We were the epitome of a newly wedded happy couple, deliriously in love.

Keeping me close we made small talk with the small group of bridesmaid and groomsmen dressed to the nines. The girls wore simple thin strapped a line dresses in nude. The back cut into the perfect square showing nothing more than needed whilst the front dipped into a v showcasing a moderate amount of cleavage. It cinched just under the boobs down the ribs to the waist like second skin before falling over their hips to mid calf, outlining every curve they had. A split ran the course of the legs in the middle, stopping mid thigh. All wore white straps heels and simple gold stud and cuffs on both hands. Their hair up in buns showing off the femininity of their collar bones and necks. It was one of those moments I was proud of how drop dead gorgeous they all looked, the dress making each and every one of them appear as goddesses in their own way.

The boys all towered over me even in my six inch heels. Black slacks with fitted white shirts. Black suspenders and black bow ties, which they seemed to have so very conveniently already taken off. Some of them had their sleeves rolled up letting a decent amount of an inked left arm tease a lot of the swoon worthy women present today. And whilst the brute wore the same I couldn't help but feel he biased that he looked the hottest in the ensemble, as he kept his bow tie on and sleeves rolled down. His black hair jelled back to be kept neatly in place, a freshly shaved face. Green eyes with specks of honey brown that would meet mine every so often as to make sure I was still there, that I was okay.

As the announcement to be seated was declared the chatter quieted down a little. Holding me firmly I was led to the head table that over looked the whole room. My chair pulled out, I smiled a thanks as I took a seat. A contempt sigh leaving my lips as my feet loved being given a rest finally from being on them on heels all day. Taking my shoes off the slight hiss the slight hiss that left my lips from the pain not going missed. A hand on mine, a thumb running small circles on the back in a comforting gesture.

"You okay?"

Concerned eyes, a worried frown etched on a beautifully chiselled face. I couldn't help but adore him in that second.

"My feet hurt," an automatic small pout from the thought of it forming in my face.

A surprised squeal from my lips, eyes widened from being caught off guard. A strong rough hand under my dress, running down the length of my leg in the most sensual way as it picked my foot up, across his lap. My body angled as the other followed suit.

"Jasper you don't have to."

My voice grew quieter with every spoken word. He ignored me focusing completely on providing me with some much needed relief. My eyes closed from the comfort being brought as he massaged my feet. My body relaxed slouching into my seat. A small satisfied moan as my I watched him. It was contagious, the smile on my face. And as if he could feel someone watching him he looked up smiling at me before looking away.