It's a love story baby just say yes (Clark and Evie)

[elderfrye]

Evie doesn't think anything of it when she first sees the letter - Jacob is intrigued by the Frye crest on the envelope and begs her to open it, but she just assumes it's some family announcement, a wedding invitation or some such from an over-zealous aunt who's tracked down their somewhat estranged branch of the family tree out of a need for completeness. Jacob and Evie are aware they have relations beyond their father and uncle, but they're so rarely in touch with them they may as well not exist.

The letter is from an over-zealous aunt, her mother's sister, and it does concern a wedding, but it definitely wasn't what she expected. It addresses her as Evelyn, for a start, and nobody's called her that since... well, since the last time she was in aforementioned aunt's presence, and it draws her attention to certain arrangements made by her parents in her youth, a contract that she was being called upon to fulfill.

Jacob had mockingly hummed the wedding march for a week after it arrived, until they finally realised there wasn't any way of slipping out of this arrangement, that had sobered them both considerably. Before she had really registered what was happening, her aunt had arrived to tut over her entire wardrobe, whisk her away to the country house and start making preparations for her dress.

It was huge, and white, and the very latest style (which meant near-impossible to move in, corseted so tight she could barely breathe, and with a train that trailed pointlessly behind her tripping everybody up) and every single female relative, maid and friend of the family gasped and oohed and aahed over it until Evie was ready to scream. They all talked about how lucky she was, how handsome Mr Kent was, what a beautiful wife she'd make.
Evie had never wanted to stab a civilian harder in her life, but of course she couldn't, because Jacob had very wisely divested her of all her weapons - promising to take the very best care of them and return them to her as soon as the wedding was over, of course.

The ceremony was beautiful and overbearing, and while Evie was capable of agreeing that Mr Kent cut quite a dashing figure, it didn't in the slightest excuse him from being just another player in this whole charade and it certainly didn't prevent him from earning her ire, given that he was the embodiment of everything that was about to ruin all her carefully constructed plans for her life.
She plotted becoming a widow, and wondered if that would be frowned upon by the brotherhood.

Eventually all the frippery was done with, the toasts had been made, the meal served, the music played, the drink consumed (a lot), and the whirlwind of activity had passed, and now she was standing in an unfamiliar bedroom in an uncomfortable dress with a man she'd exchanged no words with that weren't vows.

And she had no idea what to do.

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[truth_and_justice]

"If his own sister says so, how can I doubt it?"

And he lets her catch him and deepens the kiss when she presses it to him. He's coming to greatly enjoy her kisses.

"I must admit," and his voice is softer, "that I am quite pleased to be your husband."

[elderfrye]

"I am quite pleased you are my husband as well." She agrees, leaning her forehead against his and looking into his eyes. She still can't quite believe such an awful day had ended up so perfect, and the beginning to so many more perfect days to come.

[truth_and_justice]

He reaches a hand up, strokes the side of her hair, and cannot help but stare back into her eyes. Her beautiful eyes. The eyes he's kept close to his heart all these years.

"Ev," he starts after a moment, slow and careful, "I would never ask you to... that is to say, we hardly know one another again. There is no need to..."

He breathes out a little.

"I should like to fall asleep tonight with your head upon my breast with my arm around you. Nothing would give me greater joy. Would you be opposed to this, Ev?"

[elderfrye]

Evie has to fight back the urge not to laugh, only Clark Kent would ask if it was alright for him to sleep beside his wife. As amusing as it was,however,it was also adorable, and reassuring, and perfect, all at once. It reminded her how much she used to care for him, and once again how pleased she was to have him back.

"I certainly wouldn't be opposed to such a thing at all," she tells him firmly.

[truth_and_justice]

Of course he's going to ask. It doesn't matter what her family says or what the priest says: it matter what she says.

"Then perhaps we should go to bed. The morning will have plenty for us to do, after all, and it would be best if we were both rested."

[elderfrye]

"You're probably right," she agrees, fighting back a yawn - it's been a long and somewhat trying day all together, and the overwhelming relief to learn her new husbands identity had somehow almost been as tiring as all the anger and worry and drama that had lead up to that point.

"Sleep sounds like a very good idea."

[truth_and_justice]

He looks down at himself and then at her.

"I believe we're ready for bed."

He's in his bedclothes, after all, and she's taken off most of her restrictive materials. One thing he doesn't know much about is whatever regimen she might have.

[elderfrye]

She does have a night shirt somewhere, but her chemise is reasonable enough to sleep in, and she's too tired to care much about changing. Her hair is already loose and she doesn't really have anything else she needs to do before bed so she nods.

"I'm ready if you are."

[truth_and_justice]

"Then-"

And he carefully deposits her on one side of the bed.

"Unless you'd like this side. I don't have any objections to either, in truth."

[elderfrye]

There's something oddly delightful in how easily he lifts her, and she laughs slightly at being moved.

"This side will do just fine," she confirms with a smile, moving to get under the blankets.

[truth_and_justice]

He catches that laugh and it brings a smile to his lips.

"You'll have to let me know how you find it."

He starts to shift the covers for a moment before he pauses and looks over at her.

"...there is one thing, my love. I mean. Ev."

[elderfrye]

"You can call me my love all you like," she tells him softly, because honestly she loves the sound of it, but she's also curious.

"What is it?"

[truth_and_justice]

"Should I... float. In my sleep. Feel free to take the blanket. I promise I won't be cold."

He looks terribly awkward about it.

[elderfrye]

"...you float in your sleep?" Evie isn't sure whether to be amazed or amused, it's strangely sweet how awkward he is about it, and part of her hopes she does wake up if it happens, it's something she'd like to see.

"I'll bear that in mind."

[truth_and_justice]

He ducks his head a little and nods.

"When I've... had a particularly good day, or particularly lovely dreams. Flying is... very pleasant."

[elderfrye]

"Oh, and have you had a particularly good day?" she asks, a note of teasing in her voice. She knows the answer to that of course, she can see how happy he is - and that makes her happy in turn, a little glow of joy she never would have expected to feel when she woke up this morning.

[truth_and_justice]

He stares at her with his blue eyes very wide, unsure of how to answer that with all the things swirling around inside of his chest. Instead, after a moment, he leans in and kisses her again. It should, he hopes, prove answer enough as he puts his heart utterly to the task.

[elderfrye]

It answers well enough, she's pretty sure she understands the feelings running through him as they mirror her own, so rather than push for any kind of verbal answer she simply gladly wraps her arms around him and kisses back fiercely.

[truth_and_justice]

It's not the fierceness that surprises him, as to know Evie was to know her fierceness. What surprises him is the passion of her kiss, his joy returned in her, and while he has never much concerned himself with the pleasures of the flesh, he cannot help that a part of him stirs in such a direction.

As he draws back, he almost shakes with it and he looks to her eyes.

"Ev, would you... that is, does the thought of marital duties sound, n-not tonight of course, but-"

He doesn't know what to say or how to say it. But he's blushing.

[elderfrye]

There's a fondness in her smile as she looks at him, she has to fight the urge to laugh at his hesitance about it - it's sweet, and appreciated, she likes that he isn't just assuming, but at the same time it's a little amusing.

"I think we have both had far too long and emotionally varied a day for such things tonight, as I'm sure you agree, but another night... well I think I'd like that very much."

[truth_and_justice]

"I most certainly do," because he most certainly does. While his own need for rest was significantly less than most, the urge to curl up beside her and simply relax is rather high.

"Especially as we will have no small amount of work to do tomorrow."

[elderfrye]

"I suppose we do," she sighs. At least the tasks of tomorrow are not nearly so daunting now that she realises it will be him by her side, and not some stranger she has to get used to being around at the same time. In fact, it doesn't seem nearly so bad when she thinks about it that way.

"In which case, we should probably get some rest."

[truth_and_justice]

He nods to her before pulling the blankets up around them both. He offers his arm to her, should she wish to sleep there with him. It comes with a little smile of delight.

[elderfrye]

Her own smile mirroring his, she gets herself comfortable beside him, tucking into his offered arm with a soft sigh of contentment.

"Goodnight.. husband.."

[truth_and_justice]

"Goodnight, Ev."

That arm will curl gently, protectively around her before he puts his head down on the pillow and lets his eyes close.