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Natalie had really gone all out for this thing, hadn't she? Leo, for his part, had only been involved enough to put together the mechanical birds she'd asked for. How the wedding and reception looked didn't matter to him a bit - all he wanted was her, and he had her.

Though that wasn't to say he didn't appreciate all the work she'd done. Everything looked amazing, and it all had the steampunk vibe Leo and his siblings were known for, but with just enough touches of magic to suit herself, too. All in all, it was the best wedding he could have hoped for, and the only thing that could make it better would be if he could convince Natalie to have a dance with him, after all. She'd resisted so far, given him crap when he's tried to teach her, but maybe now that the day is here...

But even that, he could do without if he had to. They're here, surrounded by friends and family (and that was still a strange thought to Leo, especially now that Dan was legally his father-in-law), and they're together and this time, it's permanent. Even their daughter, Josephine, was here, being watched by Piper or Dany or Enjolras or Dan in turns. It was all he needed, he thought, pulling his new bride close to nab another kiss. A perfect day for a perfect woman, and Leo was beyond elated to show how much he loved her for all the world to see.

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The bra is a slightly more complicated thing, strapless and criss-crossed around her middle so as not to show over her dress. Everything is soft lavender and pale blue, all revealed when she lets her perfect dress drop past her knees. Carefully and deliberately, she bends over to step out of the garment to gingerly place it on a chair.

"I always have a trick up my sleeve, Leo," she murmurs when she straightens and turns around. "Besides, I would have been tempted to wear it for you before the big day."

As for her, her confidence has risen exponentially, her personal appearance improving; she knows so well by now how to play Leo and always uses that to her advantage. Of course, there is always a part of her that wants to wear things in private to make him happy.

"You do," he breathes, taking in the sight before him with relish. She looks amazing, and the lingerie she's picked out is perfect for her and for a special occasion like tonight. There's a smile curling the corner of his lips as he sinks onto the edge of the bed, hands sliding down her sides. "Gods, you're amazing."

It makes her heart flutter every time he says something like that, every time he's completely sincere about how he feels. It used to be that he would call her "hot" or "cute" - he didn't call her beautiful at first, at least. Now, she hears it all the time and it makes her happy. She certainly feels it when she's around him.

Stepping between his knees, she smiles down at him, reaching to run her fingers through his hair, gently tipping his head back so she can kiss him softly.

He allows to move him, meeting her lips with a smile. It's a tender kiss, slow and gentle, clearly relaying the love she feels for him and what he feels in return. And since she's so close, he'll happily take advantage of the chance to touch her more, one hand slowly sliding up and down Natalie's thigh and the other moving up to cover her breast for a moment before tracing the pattern in the lace of her bra. She knows him too well, he thinks, but it's nothing he can't enjoy.

She has learned over time how to take things slow, how to wind each other up until they can't stand it anymore and have to give into temptation. Kissing him softly, her hands are busy curling into his hair on the back of his head and tracing her initials into his shoulder. By her will, his belt buckle begins to undo itself, sliding off his lap and onto the floor.

With a twinkle in her eyes, she pulls back slightly to undo his trousers herself, biting her bottom lip as she lets her fingers brush teasingly over the hem, then the seam of his pants.

The slow burn is what Leo has come to love about their relationship over time. Starting out, they were both nervous kids who didn't have much of an idea what they were doing, but they'd learned their ways around their bodies together, what felt good, what was the most fun, what felt amazing and took their breath away. Kissing like this, soft and sweet though their desire is strong, is one such thing.

He hardly pays any mind to the belt moving on its own until Natalie pulls away, and he looks up at her with a mix of desire and admiration in his eyes. He loves her, loves her more than he ever expected to love anyone, and now he's hers and quite happy with the arrangement. He takes the opportunity to lean forward, kissing first her arm and then the center of her chest where the hem of the bra dips to highlight her shape. Leo's hands fall to her hips again, accommodating her for the time being and letting her take lead for now, only letting loose a few gentle sparks along her side to tease. He can wait a bit, and enjoy the sight of her in the lingerie she's picked just for tonight.

She reluctantly has to pull away to tug at his pants, wanting to put them both on the same level again. Natalie has mastered restraint, not yet showing exactly how much she wants him right here and now. It wouldn’t do to rush their first night and she has always enjoyed the slow build with him.

It’s when she’s tossed his pants aside that she steps between his knees again to hoist herself into his lap, straddling his hips just the way she likes. There’s still her hair to deal with, perfectly pinned; she can easily undo it with a shake of her head but she also suspects that he wants everything to do with dismantling her bridal look now that they’re finally alone.

“How’s that?” she murmurs, brushing her lips over his forehead.

Though he's disappointed at her pulling away, Leo can't say he doesn't like the reason why, and shifts accordingly. There's a slow grin tugging at the corners of his mouth as she settles on top of him, the admiration he feels for her clear in his eyes.

"Perfect," he breathes, carefully resting his hands on her waist once more as he slowly sweeps his gaze over Natalie's body to meet her own. Reaching up to pull her to him, Leo sets his hand on the back of her neck, already feeling some of the pins in her hair. He'll get there, he thinks, but going slow is ideal for tonight and he's determined to enjoy every moment and make sure that she does, too. Catching her lips, he moves slowly, drawing out the kiss and making it last while he lets his hand wander to the pins, slowly and carefully removing them one by one and letting them fall to the floor.

She hums quietly and contentedly into their kiss, keeping it slow but no less passionate than before, staying true to the pace they've mutually set for the night. With each pin that he removes from her hair, a loose tendril falls to her shoulders, down her back. It releases the smell of her shampoo, the same scent she has used for years and years.

Eventually she tips her head back to look at him, licking her lips enticingly. There is mischief in her eyes, the twinkle growing the wilder her hair gets. Her fingers stroke over his bare chest, one hand wandering around his side to run her finger nails over his back.

Finally, they're all out and he can really look at her, the way those wild curls frame her face intriguing him as they always had. She's beautiful, and he won't hesitate to let her know that, with words or without. And the smell takes him back to when they were teenagers, still figuring their feelings and each other out but more than willing to take the dive, as they both are tonight. The passion is still alive, just as it was then - only stronger now, more sophisticated and mature, and they're unafraid to share it.

That sparkle in her eye proves that Natalie knows exactly what she's doing, deliberately teasing him the way that only she can. The feeling of her nails on his bare skin draws out a quiet breath from him, and in return he slips his hand under the hem of the pretty lace lingerie she'd saved for tonight, slowly working his way around to her back as the other hand curls into her hair, tugging gently.

For as long as she can remember, his hands have been rough, the callouses from working a stark contrast to her skin, marked from fighting but still mostly smooth. Her own hands accomplish a great deal but most of the time, they barely have to touch anything. She loves his hands when he's working but she especially loves them because they know their way around her and how to keep her happy.

She's always liked how his skin looks against her paleness, a subtle contrast, even when she freckles after being in the sun. And, lucky her, she gets to see and experience this for the rest of her life.

Inhaling quickly, her head follows his hand and she licks her lips again, hovering but not kissing him yet, waiting for his next action, wanting him to continue undressing her.

Should he keep going now, or should he wait and draw this out a bit longer? They're kind of at a standstill, both of them stripped to just their underclothes, each eagerly anticipating the other's next moves. He enjoys the softness of her skin beneath his, but his fingers just barely catch as he skirts the lace, and with all Natalie's said and done up to this point, the decision is easily made.

Meeting her eyes, Leo smiles and brushes his lips over hers, barely touching as he deftly unclasps the bra. His hand leaves her hair to slide the straps over her shoulders, and halfway down, his gaze drops to look her over with no small amount of appreciation. His wife, he thinks happily, is the most beautiful woman he's ever known, hands down, and for a moment he feels like a kid again, excited and in love and ecstatic that she'd said yes, that she wants to spend her life with him of all people. The only day that comes anywhere near making him as happy as tonight is the day their daughter was born, and he wants this one to be just as memorable.

He doesn't pause, almost gently setting the bra aside as his free hand covers her breast, filling his palm just as perfectly as ever. Another indication that they belong together, if you ask him. No relationship he's had ever stood up to Natalie. She's all he needs, tonight or any other night.

Her back arches gradually, pressing herself further against him. Returning the slight tease, she brushes her lips over his, always enjoying having him under her. She almost asks him what he wants next, eager to please him, to keep thanking him for waiting for her when she had to figure herself out.

But, right now, Natalie knows what she wants, and it's to push him a little. She begins to roll her hips, letting her fingers skim over the curves of his arms, the flat planes of his chest until she brings both hands up his neck to frame his face, her brown eyes dark with intent.

Having her pressed against him like this will never get old, Leo thinks, and he welcomes every moment now and yet to come. And he's always had a weak spot for having her on top of him, straddling his hips like this, and when she starts to move against him, he doesn't hold back a quiet, pleased moan, his eyes drifting shut to enjoy it fully.

When they open again, there's love and adoration and desire filling them, and he's eager to return the favor. His thumb, still at her chest, brushes over the sensitive skin there, keeping his touch light but enough to encourage Natalie not to stop. The other hand slips around her waist, pulling her closer as she rolls her hips over him before sliding back to her hip and inside her underwear to her backside.

Even as she moves over him, the moment he slides his fingers underneath the lace, it strikes her as funny, how laughably small those panties are compared to her usual - still very cute - boyshorts. Instead of laughing, thankfully, she just smiles, open-mouthed and breathing deeply.

Her rhythm is slow and steady, not wanting to get him too riled up too soon. She places a hand over his hand on her chest, squeezing his fingers encouragingly, wanting more teasing, even if it does distract her from all of this.

They've been moving slowly but steadily tonight, so when she asks for more, he's glad to give it. His hands, rough as they are from work, should have enough texture to tease the way she wants, and for the fun of it, Leo gives her nipple a little tweak, his eyes twinkling with mischief. This is how well they fit together, he thinks to himself, that they can do all this without going too far, because they've both silently agreed to make this last. They've got all week to commemorate this day, and he has plans for them all, so there is no reason to rush tonight. Still, his hips move in time with hers, naturally matching her rhythm and trying to steady his breathing as he gradually pushes the lace down.

There's a little more of that impish nature, and she appreciate it, grinning down at him. She's always loved his hands, how they look, how they feel. Hers have always been smooth, protected even when she relied more on a bow and arrow.

Reluctantly pausing, Natalie is still eager to have her clothes off and she pushes herself into a standing position so he csn properly slide her panties down her hips.

It occurs to him then, as she straightens before him, just how much he loves her smile, loves her and everything about her. Even as he pushes her underwear down her leg, out of the way, he looks up at her with adoration in his eyes, and says, "Siempre me encanta tu sonrisa."

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