"Whatever you want, babe." Kissing her tonight has felt easier than usual, purely for the added excitement of being able to call her his wife, even if she hadn't totally taken his name. Knowing she's his, and he is hers, officially, makes him want to do nothing but kiss her.

And the way the dress drapes over her small frame makes her look as beautiful as ever, impossible to resist touching her. His arms slowly unwind from her waist, instead letting his hands explore her curves as if they'd forgotten everything about her and needed to reacquaint themselves. It's nice, having this moment alone before they have to go back out among everyone else, and it makes him wish they didn't have to, that they could just take off and leave everyone behind for a while. He has to keep reminding himself that they'll go soon, and make up for all the time they've lost.

"That dress looks perfect on you," he says softly when they break for air, leaning his forehead against hers. "But it would look better on the floor, you know."