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[lordoftheozarks]

When the ringing stops, all you'll hear is a cold voice that says one simple word, "Speak."

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[lordoftheozarks]

"They hang from the neck," he says, feeling a little like that's too simple of an answer. "It would favor that side of your tradition over a ring on a finger."

He turns his face to her, a rare and sheepish kind of smile on his lips, "And if it were a locket, I could carry a picture of you close to my unbeating heart."

[somebodychildofanyone]

River's face warms, and her smile is a little embarrassed, the result of many conflicting positive emotions; her ears flutter happily. "I need some wine for that cheese," she not-jokes, entirely through the moon at the idea. "...But where would we get an artist?"

[lordoftheozarks]

It takes all the self-control he has not to reach for her ears every time they flutter like that. He can never tell her how deeply adorable he finds it or she may combust on the spot.

"I have someone in mind. Their skill is unmatched, and I have hope that they will be enthusiastic about the proposal."

[somebodychildofanyone]

Erik you're in cuddling range, y'all both get to combust on the spot.

"Playing coy huh..."

...

"Alright. Fund it, I'll get to work on the metal. Fuck if I know how the actual ceremony should go but I'm in no rush."

[lordoftheozarks]

"I like being able to surprise you some of the time," he says, coyly, as accused.

He reaches to take her hand and brings it to his lips, to brush a kiss to her knuckles.

"We will take it all one piece at a time, just as we always have. Vampires don't marry often so we have no cohesive ceremony of our own. It is usually left up to the individual based on the custom of their country."

Either wrap or the logical extension of what's about to happen here

[somebodychildofanyone]

River gasps, involuntarily, at the little kiss against her knuckles; her heart flutters, and when Erik is done explaining about the relative paucity of vampire marriage she steps into him and puts her hand on his chest, its warmth pulsing into him. "I want a preview of the wedding night," she murmurs. "Fuck me like I'm gonna be the mother of your children. A lot of your children. Fuck me like you wanna be sure no one else slips into the wrong hole and makes a half-sibling by accident."

FTB on this one, wrap!

[lordoftheozarks]

He chuckles and wraps his slender fingers around her wrist where she holds her hand to his chest. Enjoying the heat, yes, but also gripping her with a possessive need that answers to hers. In that wicked tone of teasing he has, he leans into her and whispers, "Practice makes perfect, after all," and then seals it with a searing kiss.

Hope she doesn't have anywhere to be early tomorrow, it's going to be a long night.