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tell the world that we finally got it all right

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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"If you want intense, I can give you intense." He grins wickedly as he says it, eyes twinkling with mischief. "Maybe some flames, so everyone knows exactly how hot we are?"

"You save that intensity for me later, okay?" she says, bemused, leaning to kiss his shoulder.

"I already know that you're hot as hell, in or out of that tux." Her eyebrows waggle.

"There'll be plenty later, don't worry about that," Leo says with a laugh. "Though this thing does make me look good, doesn't it?" He pulls his sleeves down, making a show of ensuring that every part of his appearance today is perfect. "Maybe I should wear suits more often. What do you think?"

As if that would fly with the work he does. It's fun to joke, anyway.

"I wouldn't complain..."

She turns to him, wrapping her arms around his neck, nose to nose. "But I like you normally, suspenders and toolbelt and all." There's a little twitch of her lips. "If you were shirtless, though..."

Natalie trails off innocently, whistling.

There's a slow grin spreading over his lips as she speaks, and when she does, his eyebrows hop suggestively. "Shirtless. I could possibly make that happen. But only for you - no one else."

"Good."

Her eyebrows waggle in return. "Sweaty and covered in dirt." Which she never thought would be a major turn on for her, but on Leo, she's into it. Natalie curls her hand around the back of his head and pulls him in for a kiss.

"And you always thought it was weird that I like you a little dirty," he says with a quiet laugh. His arms snake around her waist to where they'd been before, and he returns the kiss like a man who'd just glimpsed water after a trek through the desert.

"I've gotten used to the idea, though it clearly doesn't tickle me as much as it does you," Natalie teases, breathless from that kiss he just gave her. "A little kinky, but I guess that's nothing new, huh." Her eyebrows waggle playfully.

"It's hot," Leo says plainly, though he knows he doesn't have to explain himself to her. His eyes sparkle. "And you never had any objections about how kinky we got. Here I was, thinking you liked that about me, that it kept things interesting..."

"Well...." Natalie sighs, trailing off, teasing as always.

"I just like doing things for you, things that make you happy and really happy," she admits earnestly.

"So, what, you're saying you don't like it like that? Because if you really want, I guess I could tone it down some..." What he wants, more than anything, is make Natalie happy, much the same way she feels about him. Though Leo is pretty sure that's not what she's saying here, he likes to tease just as much as she does. It's only part of why they work so well together.

"I didn't say that. I'm saying that I'd be more than content in missionary position every time we have sex, but you ask me to do other, creative things and I'm happy to do them because they make you happy."

The 'duh' remains unsaid.

"Don't tone it down," Natalie adds. Because he keeps her on her toes as much as she does for him.

"No, hold on - you don't do it just for me, right? You do like it, don't you?"

This is a weird time to be talking about this, but c'mon, that's a tiny bit upsetting. Leo wants her to want to continue everything they do because she enjoys it, not just because she wants to him to be happy. He wants her to be happy, too, and to keep things interesting between them - like they've ever not been, jeez - so it'll never end up feeling like it's something they're obligated to do because they're married or whatever the case may be.

And besides, he's had so many thoughts on how to spend their honeymoon once they get out of here, and it'd be a shame to let those go to waste. He's worked all week on getting that cottage perfect.

"No, no, I didn't say that either."

Natalie's eyes drop as she fixes his collar, straightening his shirt, smoothing her palms over his shoulders before she gently holds his face, looking at him seriously. "I'm saying I'm normally boring as hell and you push me to do things I never would have considered. I love when you tie me up," she laughs, kissing him quickly. "When I've got my hands all over you and I'm invisible." And another kiss. "When you're behind or it's just your hand, or whatever, and then we screw each other senseless."

The sudden concern he'd been feeling gradually lifts with each word, and each kiss. His eyes drift shut when their lips meet, and a smile slowly reemerges with a soft, humming noise as she details everything out. The imagery is vivid in his mind, all the more enticing when paired with thoughts of leaving all this behind for just the two of them, alone and uninterrupted and married.

"I can't wait until tonight," he murmurs finally, holding her tight against him.

"Me neither. Kiss me, until then," Natalie suggest against his mouth, sliding one hand back to brush her fingers through his hair, anchoring them there.

"And grope me, since no one's around," she laughs, eyes bright with mirth and adoration.

"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."

As always, her body responds well to the weight of his hands, arching slightly, muscles tightening. Even now, she yearns for him, but she tells herself that they need to stay, to spend time with their loved ones and thank them for their kindness and support before they fall into newlywed debauchery.

Well, what she'd consider to be debauchery.

"I'll slow dance with you again," Nat murmurs, pressing her lips to his again and lingering for an extended moment.

Natalie knows just how happy it makes him when she agrees to dance with him, and today is no different. He smiles against her lips, pulling her close and wrapping his arms around her waist. Music floats up toward them from below, as well as the pleased giggles of their daughter as Dan entertains her, and he falls into the rhythm easily, gently swaying to the sounds, letting himself relax.

There’d been a time in his life when Leo had never expected himself to be happy, truly happy. When Natalie had left him, and he knew no one would ever be able to stand up to her, when they’d had to leave camp and find their own lives… something about it all had felt hollow, even with his sister still by his side.

“Estás feliz?” he asks softly, pressing his lips to her cheek.

"Uh-huh," she mumbles, half paying attention.

Her arms slide around his neck and she sways gently, pressed against him like so, dancing the only way she would privately. "I'd say this is a success, hm? My parents are both okay, our wedding party is weird as hell and Stiles is currently flailing like chicken on the dancefloor. I'm too scared to let him hold Jo."

She snorts, kissing the corner of his mouth.

“Who rates a wedding as a success?” he asks with a snort. “But yeah, I see what you mean.” He glances out the window near them, spotting Natalie’s brother with ease. Everyone’s given him a wide berth, and for good reason. “And you’re right, he totally should not be allowed near her at all. Your brother’s nuts.”

"I met him when I was ten. You don't think I know that by now?" She grins down at the scene affectionately before turning to press her forehead against Leo's.

"I rate this entire turnout as a success. Baby, check, family mostly together, check, wedding, check - plus, the cake was amazing, and no one had to put me on Bridezillas."

He snorts. “You say that like there would be anyone left if that was even an issue. You’d probably destroy the whole place first.”

She’s definitely got the power to do it, and there are always rumors about Hecate’s children going nuclear. Leo would hate for that to happen, though, especially so soon after the wedding. “But the nymphs always were good at baking cakes. And Jo loved it, so I see what you mean.”

"Yeah, you're probably right." Natalie snorts.

"I know how to have a meltdown, not that that's happened ... recently." She even has to think about it, squinting one eye. "Not recently." It's been better since graduation, anyway. "I'm happy."

“Well, good,” he says, nosing her cheek playfully. “I’d hate for you to have one on our wedding day - be all grumpy and upset while everyone else is having a good time. You’re supposed to be happy today.”

And so is he. Leo smiles. “I’m glad you are.”

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