Fanfic 100 - 23, Lovers
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dolevalanTitle: Wedding Night
Fandom: Sweeney Todd
Characters: Anthony, Johanna
Prompt: 023, Lovers
Word Count: 1679
Rating: R-ish
Summary: Comedic smut... kind of.
Author's Notes: I really have no excuse for this piece. I was just in a "mock the romantic leads" kind of mood, I suppose. It just...got away from me?
Anthony was delirious with joy. The entire day felt like a dream, a marvelous, lovely, fluffy-cloud filled dream from which he wished never to awake. The church had not been full; only his proud mother, and a fellow sailor as a witness. But they had been married in a church, with a priest, and Johanna had been a vision, all strawberries and cream in her frothy white wedding gown.
He glanced over at her as the carriage rattled through the streets of London, grinning like an idiot. She smiled back. “Silly boy. You’ll wear your face out that way.” She leaned in and kissed his nose. He could have died with happiness.
The lodgings he had secured were in Holborn, which was not, he had to admit, the nicest neighborhood in London, but it was far from Fleet Street, and fine for a young couple without greater means than they could boast. Besides, they had one another – they could have lived in the Peruvian jungle for all it mattered to him.
He paid the cabbie, then insisted on carrying Johanna all the way upstairs. Though she was a tiny thing, he began to question the wisdom of this plan at about the third flight of steps. But finally, they arrived.
Anthony set his bride down, delicately, in the middle of her new parlor. “Welcome home, Mrs. Hope.”
Johanna giggled, looking around her and spinning like a child in her wedding dress. “It’s so…cozy.” She ran to the window and leaned out, surveying the street below. “But aren’t we awfully far from the docks, darling? How will you go out to sea?”
“Why, the same way we got here, my dove. In a carriage. Or,” he swept her up in his arms as he imagined the heroes of romantic novels did, “we could always walk.”
She stumbled a little over the train of her dress, which meant he was supporting more of her weight than he had anticipated, but he didn’t drop her. Johanna laughed, the high, bell-like laugh he had come to love. “You are a silly boy.”
“No…just crazy. Crazy for you.” For some reason, it had sounded better in his head than it had aloud, so he leaned in to kiss her before she could think too much about his remark. She returned the kiss, gently.
After a moment, he gently used his tongue to open her lips, allowing him to explore her mouth. Her eyes widened before closing. Neither of their tongues seemed quite sure of where to go, but the sensation was far from unpleasant. Or it wasn’t, until Johanna ended the kiss prematurely by bursting into giggles.
Anthony tried not to look affronted as he straightened making sure she had her feet before letting her go. “What is it, my pet?”
“I’m sorry, really, I am…but it was sort of funny, wasn’t it? I mean…” She blinked at him. “What we were doing?”
“You…you didn’t like it?”
“Silly boy. Of course I liked it. I just stopped to think about it for a moment, and it struck me as funny, that’s all.” She moved over to investigate the kitchen, flipping through a housekeeping book that was a present from Anthony’s mother with apparent interest.
Anthony wasn’t sure what to do. Was she really not interested…or was she playing hard to get? He had no way of telling. Finally, shaking his head, he slipped off the suit jacket and began to unlace his cravat.
“It was a lovely dinner, wasn’t it?” Johanna asked him from the other room. “The waiters were so polite and eager to help.”
“Yes, my own, it was a beautiful dinner.” He swept up behind her and took her in his arms. “A beautiful dinner for my beautiful wife.”
She beamed up at him. “It still doesn’t seem real, when you say it like that.”
He kissed her again, though to forestall any giggles, he kept his tongue in his own mouth. “Right you are, my lovely. Would you like to see the rest of the flat?”
“Yes, please.”
He helped her collect her train so that it looped over one arm, and then led her through the house, pointing out the nice little heating stove, and the semi-study he had created as the moved in. She oo-ed and ah-ed in all the right places, and Anthony could feel the dream settling back on them once again.
The rooms not being extensive, the tour did not take very long.
“And this is the master bedroom, my sweet.” Anthony, in what he hoped was a discreet motion, closed the door behind them and setting down the lamp. “Nothing spectacular but…”
“Cozy,” she completed for him, turning around. “It’s lovely.”
“You are lovely, my dear.” He moved in to kiss her again and she returned it, not giggling this time. They kissed for a long moment, and Johanna shivered pleasantly within his arms. He finally broke away long enough to meet her eyes and murmur, “Shall we to bed, Mrs. Hope?”
Her smile faltered for a moment. “…all…all right.”
He stroked her cheek. “Relax, my dove. No need to be nervous.”
She blushed. “I know. I’m fine.”
He smiled, then turned her to undo the her gown.
Unfortunately, Anthony had no sisters, nor had he ever seen a woman undress before. He had always assumed it would be clearly obvious how to get the thing off. “Um…my dove…?”
She turned back, looking at him over her shoulder in the most winning way possible. “Yes, what is it?”
“…where should I begin? With the gown, I mean.”
“Oh.” She considered this. “There are a series of hooks starting at the neck. They work down, but they’re mostly hidden under the lace.” She reached up, twisting a little, and managed to undo the first one. “There, you see now?”
“Ah. Yes, I do. Thank you, my love.” He leaned in to kiss the now exposed portion of her neck, and she laughed lightly.
“You’re such a goose.”
He smiled, but didn’t reply as he worked on finding and undoing each of the tiny, hidden hooks that held the dress together. She started humming softly. Anthony began to suspect he was failing to create the proper romantic mood.
“…I hope you know how much I love you, my only.”
She stopped humming and half turned. The dress was undone enough it began to slip and Anthony caught his breath. “I know, my darling.” Almost shyly, she moved enough away to slip out of the dress. Anthony surveyed her under-things, and though he could not help but admire his bride’s body, he also wondered how he was going to figure out what to do with…all this.
As if sensing his confusion, she turned once more. “Undo the lacings for me, sweet, and I can deal with the rest.” Untying knots was, perhaps, the one thing this evening Anthony was prepared for. He deftly undid the lacing she indicated, indulging himself to lean in and kiss her shoulder as he did so. She shivered, pleasantly.
It took much less time and thought to dispose of his own clothing. Johanna arranged herself on the bed while he did, not meeting his eyes, though she had to feel him watching her. She left her shift in place, but the stockings, the garters, the stays…all tantalizingly removed.
When she did look back at her husband, he was in an almost complete state of undress, and she blushed again. He blew out the lamp, and then moved to sit next to her on the bed. “My darling…I love you.” This profession would have, he conceded, sounded a bit more dignified had he not tripped in the darkness of the room on his way to join her.
She blinked. “I know.” Softening a little, she added, “I love you, too.” After a moment, his eyes began to adjust and he found the bed and his pretty white bride, so pale in the darkness of the room. She leaned in to kiss him. His hands began tentatively exploring her body through the thin, thin shift as the kiss deepened, and they leaned back on the bed. After a moment, he rolled over on top of her, and she groaned pleasantly into the kiss.
His hand reached down to pull the cloth up, over her hips, and without more prelude, he tried to push in to her. She cried out this time, and not in pleasure. He immediately stopped.
“My love, am I…”
“Not there. I just…I’m sorry, it hurt…”
He leaned in to kiss her again. “No, I’m sorry. I’ll try to…”
“No, here, move a little…”
There were several awkward attempts at repositioning their hips against each other. The contact was, in itself, intensely distracting, but Johanna kept trying to help him anyway.
Finally, he kissed her again, deeply, their bodies simply resting on one another. He stroked her cheek and murmured, “May I try again?” After a moment, she nodded. It was easier, now, at least a little, though Johanna still bit her lower lip hard as he went in.
The whole thing was over rather quickly, considering the amount of time it took to start it. Johanna no longer seemed to be in pain, but he worried that his bride wasn’t enjoying herself as much as he was. So Anthony tried another time or two. It was amazing, every time, but Johanna just smiled at him, occasionally kissing his shoulder or his neck.
Finally, Anthony rolled over to one side, his chest heaving a little from the exertion. She smiled at him in the moonlight, but then turned slightly away. “Goodnight, Anthony.”
He himself was slightly dazed, and had fallen back into the happy state of dream-like bliss that had marked the earlier parts of the day. His voice was thicker than hers as he said “Good night, my angel.”
Her back to him, Johanna rolled her eyes slightly, trying not to wince as she moved. As much as she adored Anthony…she failed to see what all the fuss was about.
Fandom: Sweeney Todd
Characters: Anthony, Johanna
Prompt: 023, Lovers
Word Count: 1679
Rating: R-ish
Summary: Comedic smut... kind of.
Author's Notes: I really have no excuse for this piece. I was just in a "mock the romantic leads" kind of mood, I suppose. It just...got away from me?
Anthony was delirious with joy. The entire day felt like a dream, a marvelous, lovely, fluffy-cloud filled dream from which he wished never to awake. The church had not been full; only his proud mother, and a fellow sailor as a witness. But they had been married in a church, with a priest, and Johanna had been a vision, all strawberries and cream in her frothy white wedding gown.
He glanced over at her as the carriage rattled through the streets of London, grinning like an idiot. She smiled back. “Silly boy. You’ll wear your face out that way.” She leaned in and kissed his nose. He could have died with happiness.
The lodgings he had secured were in Holborn, which was not, he had to admit, the nicest neighborhood in London, but it was far from Fleet Street, and fine for a young couple without greater means than they could boast. Besides, they had one another – they could have lived in the Peruvian jungle for all it mattered to him.
He paid the cabbie, then insisted on carrying Johanna all the way upstairs. Though she was a tiny thing, he began to question the wisdom of this plan at about the third flight of steps. But finally, they arrived.
Anthony set his bride down, delicately, in the middle of her new parlor. “Welcome home, Mrs. Hope.”
Johanna giggled, looking around her and spinning like a child in her wedding dress. “It’s so…cozy.” She ran to the window and leaned out, surveying the street below. “But aren’t we awfully far from the docks, darling? How will you go out to sea?”
“Why, the same way we got here, my dove. In a carriage. Or,” he swept her up in his arms as he imagined the heroes of romantic novels did, “we could always walk.”
She stumbled a little over the train of her dress, which meant he was supporting more of her weight than he had anticipated, but he didn’t drop her. Johanna laughed, the high, bell-like laugh he had come to love. “You are a silly boy.”
“No…just crazy. Crazy for you.” For some reason, it had sounded better in his head than it had aloud, so he leaned in to kiss her before she could think too much about his remark. She returned the kiss, gently.
After a moment, he gently used his tongue to open her lips, allowing him to explore her mouth. Her eyes widened before closing. Neither of their tongues seemed quite sure of where to go, but the sensation was far from unpleasant. Or it wasn’t, until Johanna ended the kiss prematurely by bursting into giggles.
Anthony tried not to look affronted as he straightened making sure she had her feet before letting her go. “What is it, my pet?”
“I’m sorry, really, I am…but it was sort of funny, wasn’t it? I mean…” She blinked at him. “What we were doing?”
“You…you didn’t like it?”
“Silly boy. Of course I liked it. I just stopped to think about it for a moment, and it struck me as funny, that’s all.” She moved over to investigate the kitchen, flipping through a housekeeping book that was a present from Anthony’s mother with apparent interest.
Anthony wasn’t sure what to do. Was she really not interested…or was she playing hard to get? He had no way of telling. Finally, shaking his head, he slipped off the suit jacket and began to unlace his cravat.
“It was a lovely dinner, wasn’t it?” Johanna asked him from the other room. “The waiters were so polite and eager to help.”
“Yes, my own, it was a beautiful dinner.” He swept up behind her and took her in his arms. “A beautiful dinner for my beautiful wife.”
She beamed up at him. “It still doesn’t seem real, when you say it like that.”
He kissed her again, though to forestall any giggles, he kept his tongue in his own mouth. “Right you are, my lovely. Would you like to see the rest of the flat?”
“Yes, please.”
He helped her collect her train so that it looped over one arm, and then led her through the house, pointing out the nice little heating stove, and the semi-study he had created as the moved in. She oo-ed and ah-ed in all the right places, and Anthony could feel the dream settling back on them once again.
The rooms not being extensive, the tour did not take very long.
“And this is the master bedroom, my sweet.” Anthony, in what he hoped was a discreet motion, closed the door behind them and setting down the lamp. “Nothing spectacular but…”
“Cozy,” she completed for him, turning around. “It’s lovely.”
“You are lovely, my dear.” He moved in to kiss her again and she returned it, not giggling this time. They kissed for a long moment, and Johanna shivered pleasantly within his arms. He finally broke away long enough to meet her eyes and murmur, “Shall we to bed, Mrs. Hope?”
Her smile faltered for a moment. “…all…all right.”
He stroked her cheek. “Relax, my dove. No need to be nervous.”
She blushed. “I know. I’m fine.”
He smiled, then turned her to undo the her gown.
Unfortunately, Anthony had no sisters, nor had he ever seen a woman undress before. He had always assumed it would be clearly obvious how to get the thing off. “Um…my dove…?”
She turned back, looking at him over her shoulder in the most winning way possible. “Yes, what is it?”
“…where should I begin? With the gown, I mean.”
“Oh.” She considered this. “There are a series of hooks starting at the neck. They work down, but they’re mostly hidden under the lace.” She reached up, twisting a little, and managed to undo the first one. “There, you see now?”
“Ah. Yes, I do. Thank you, my love.” He leaned in to kiss the now exposed portion of her neck, and she laughed lightly.
“You’re such a goose.”
He smiled, but didn’t reply as he worked on finding and undoing each of the tiny, hidden hooks that held the dress together. She started humming softly. Anthony began to suspect he was failing to create the proper romantic mood.
“…I hope you know how much I love you, my only.”
She stopped humming and half turned. The dress was undone enough it began to slip and Anthony caught his breath. “I know, my darling.” Almost shyly, she moved enough away to slip out of the dress. Anthony surveyed her under-things, and though he could not help but admire his bride’s body, he also wondered how he was going to figure out what to do with…all this.
As if sensing his confusion, she turned once more. “Undo the lacings for me, sweet, and I can deal with the rest.” Untying knots was, perhaps, the one thing this evening Anthony was prepared for. He deftly undid the lacing she indicated, indulging himself to lean in and kiss her shoulder as he did so. She shivered, pleasantly.
It took much less time and thought to dispose of his own clothing. Johanna arranged herself on the bed while he did, not meeting his eyes, though she had to feel him watching her. She left her shift in place, but the stockings, the garters, the stays…all tantalizingly removed.
When she did look back at her husband, he was in an almost complete state of undress, and she blushed again. He blew out the lamp, and then moved to sit next to her on the bed. “My darling…I love you.” This profession would have, he conceded, sounded a bit more dignified had he not tripped in the darkness of the room on his way to join her.
She blinked. “I know.” Softening a little, she added, “I love you, too.” After a moment, his eyes began to adjust and he found the bed and his pretty white bride, so pale in the darkness of the room. She leaned in to kiss him. His hands began tentatively exploring her body through the thin, thin shift as the kiss deepened, and they leaned back on the bed. After a moment, he rolled over on top of her, and she groaned pleasantly into the kiss.
His hand reached down to pull the cloth up, over her hips, and without more prelude, he tried to push in to her. She cried out this time, and not in pleasure. He immediately stopped.
“My love, am I…”
“Not there. I just…I’m sorry, it hurt…”
He leaned in to kiss her again. “No, I’m sorry. I’ll try to…”
“No, here, move a little…”
There were several awkward attempts at repositioning their hips against each other. The contact was, in itself, intensely distracting, but Johanna kept trying to help him anyway.
Finally, he kissed her again, deeply, their bodies simply resting on one another. He stroked her cheek and murmured, “May I try again?” After a moment, she nodded. It was easier, now, at least a little, though Johanna still bit her lower lip hard as he went in.
The whole thing was over rather quickly, considering the amount of time it took to start it. Johanna no longer seemed to be in pain, but he worried that his bride wasn’t enjoying herself as much as he was. So Anthony tried another time or two. It was amazing, every time, but Johanna just smiled at him, occasionally kissing his shoulder or his neck.
Finally, Anthony rolled over to one side, his chest heaving a little from the exertion. She smiled at him in the moonlight, but then turned slightly away. “Goodnight, Anthony.”
He himself was slightly dazed, and had fallen back into the happy state of dream-like bliss that had marked the earlier parts of the day. His voice was thicker than hers as he said “Good night, my angel.”
Her back to him, Johanna rolled her eyes slightly, trying not to wince as she moved. As much as she adored Anthony…she failed to see what all the fuss was about.
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