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The problem with letting Helen take care of most of the planning for the wedding meant having to make several trips up north in order to get things sorted out, because even if Helen was doing most of the planning, it was still his and Liz's wedding. He personally would have been happy leaving the decisions to Helen, but at the same time, he was trying to at least attempt to help make a few decisions here and there.

Currently, he was trying and failing to tell the difference between two types of flower, which were apparently different enough that they had to pick one or the other and by the way Helen talked about it, it was apparently a life or death decision. Okay, so maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration, but flowers were pretty much just flowers, as far as he was concerned. Eventually he managed to untangle himself from the discussion and went back to flipping through the magazine he'd brought with him.

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Perhaps we'd best wait until we're not visitin' your parents. He arched an eyebrow at her, resolutely attempting to ignore her foot on his leg, but he'd never had much luck as far as resisting her was concerned. The minute we get home, love...

It occurred to him that anyone walking in on them would be treated to a rather strange sight - the two of them smirking and grinning at each other, and trying not to laugh at each other. No telling what Helen or Gerald would make of that.

I think our time here is long overdue, don't you? She's just going to bother me more about flowers... She didn't stop moving her leg on his and she smirked right back. Overall, they were pretty stupid looking while staring each other down for now apparent reason. It wasn't the first time they looked stupid together in public.

I was beginnin' tae think you'd never suggest leavin', he teased, grinning at her as he pushed his chair back, stood, and stretched a bit. "Gettin' a bit tired," he said aloud, feigning a yawn. "About time tae head out, d'you think?"

She just smiled at him and stood when he did. "Yes, I think that would be best," she added to his comment, not bothering to fake a yawn herself. She strolled into the living room and informed her mother that they were leaving. Helen protested, trying to convince Liz that she really did need to make a decision on the flowers and Liz nearly stuck her fingers in her ears and sang just to block it out.

They left moments later, Liz taking Monty's hand and smiling up at him. "Tired?"

"Never," he replied, lacing his fingers with hers. "That was a clever ruse, y'see, so your mother wouldn't think I was draggin' you off for reasons other than bein' a responsible adult goin' tae sleep at a decent hour." Like he'd be able to sleep at all, given what he and Liz had been talking about.

She just laughed at him. "Yes, my mother is so concerned about her adult daughter's bed time is," she teased, leaning against him.

It wasn't too long until that were back in their home. The place was furnished more than it had been before and at least she felt like ti was starting to resemble home. She wasn't so sure about how he was feeling. She imagined some days it felt too big. She tried to compensate for that for him by sticking close on days like that.

They walked in and immediately she excused herself, though and disappeared and a few minutes later, when she returned, Liz was dressed in her blue uniform, skirt too short (as always) and he'd find out soon enough that there was absolutely nothing underneath it. She did think to put on a pair of black heels though.

He'd settled down to wait for Liz on the couch while she excused herself; when she reappeared he couldn't help the wave of nostalgia that hit him - which definitely wasn't the intended result. Even so, he smiled, because even after five years of seeing her in it, it still looked fantastic on her. "Should I go an' get my uniform, then?" he asked, knowing that even if she was serious about the teacher-student roleplaying, he'd never be able to take it seriously. It would end up in him unable to keep a straight fact, for sure.

She smiled and let out a breathy laugh. "No, I doubt we'd get anywhere if you had to try that," she teased. Swaying into the room, her heels clicked with each step until she was standing in front of him. She was a little surprised that the dress fit still. She wasn't as thin as she was before. Maybe that's why it felt so short.

He stood, slipping his arms around her waist to pull her close, still smiling. "You're probably right," he admitted, before leaning in to kiss her, slipping one hand into her hair. "I love you," he murmured against her lips, holding her as close to him as he possibly could. "Have I told you that lately?"

He stood to meet her and she smiled at him. The kiss was sweet and he spoke against her lips. Liz let her eyes drift shut and sighed. Year after year after year he had asked her if he told her lately that he loved her. Year after year she knew over and over the answer would always be a teasing remark. Some things never changed. "Hmm..." she pouted her lips so they pressed against his, "...not nearly enough, I believe."

She draped her arms around his shoulders; the act of reaching up causing her skirt to ride even higher. She simply kissed him in return.

He slid his free hand down her back, smiling against her lips. "Then I'll say it again, mo grodh. I love you." He let his hand slide lower, over her hip and down her thigh, stopping just beneath the hem of her skirt, still immersed in kissing her. No matter how long they were together, he would always love kissing her, would always love holding her in his arms, would always count himself lucky to have met her, let alone getting to marry her.

His hand moved lower while his lips stayed connected with hers. She kissed him in return and smiled softly, murmuring 'I love you' right back to him. His hand traveled downwards until his fingers touched skin. Elizabeth took the opportunity to make sure she was fully pressed against him. That was when she took the opportunity to deepen the kiss.

No matter how much he missed the Enterprise, it was moments like these when he knew he was truly home. Pressed against Liz, with nothing in the forefront of his mind but how perfectly she fit into his arms - she always had - and the warmth of their bodies close together. This was where he belonged, with Liz.

That feel that she got from him was the one she lived for. To know without a doubt that he belonged with her and to know that he knew it as well. She didn't worry in those moments. She didn't feel like they were missing something. She just let it be as it was. Right now, that meant kissing him very very thoroughly.

He could stay like this forever, it felt like. Just like this, in this moment, kissing Liz and holding her and knowing that he was meant to be here. His hormones, on the other hand, had other ideas, and as pleasant as just kissing was, it wasn't the reason they'd headed home in the first place. He slid his hand upward, under the hem of her skirt, brushing his fingers over her bare skin.

Liz felt his hand move, just under the hem of her skirt, callous fingers dragging against her skin. She'd always liked that he had rough hands. She liked that it felt like he knew how to work with his hands. She gave him a mental nudge to keep going. He'd like what he found. Especially since she wasn't wearing anything underneath.

He continued to move his hand upward, and yes, soon discovered that she wasn't wearing anything underneath the uniform, which earned a smile from him, and a half-formed thought that was more emotion than anything else, that he very much approved. He bent his head in to kiss her neck, trailing kisses up to her ear. "Have we christened the counters yet, love?" he murmured, still smiling.

Liz rolled her head to the side with a smile. His thoughts were very well received. He trailed his lips to her ear and his question made her laugh because first of all, the fact that they really were working on christening the whole house was hilarious and two, he was completely serious, despite the smile on his face. "I don't believe we have," she replied, moving to nip at his ear.

He couldn't help but chuckle along with her, serious though he was. "In that case," he told her, closing his eyes as she nipped at his ear, "I suggest we get to it." He leaned in to kiss her neck again, sending a thought her way as he did so. Do you remember that time in your office, love?

Again, she tilted her head back, giving him room to have at her neck. She was all for christening the counters. Then he sent a thought to her that had her blushing down to her shoulders. She remembered a few occasions, but more specifically that first one that had taken her a bit by surprise. Well, his behavior during had, at least. She was more than okay with that though. Liz let her hands fall from his shoulders. One hand rested on his hip, the other moved between them, fingers teasing just under the waistband of his pants. I remember.

Making their way over to the counters would require actually moving, which was not something that was high up on his priority list right now, especially not with Liz now toying at the waist of his pants. He kissed his way back up to her lips, shifting a bit to give her room to get at his zipper. Think that's a suitable way tae christen the counters?

He shifted and made his way to her lips with his. This allowed her to undo the zipper of his pants, undoing the button as well. She stealthily slipped her hand inside, never quite reaching him, but letting him know she wants him. As if he hadn't figured that out yet. Liz liked his next question. Sure, she was blushing because it was one of those things, but she liked the idea. Perfectly suitable. Now take me. She sent those thoughts to him while simultaneously moving her hand to take hold of him.

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He shivered as she brushed her hand just inside his pants, responding with a soft moan as he pressed his lips more firmly against hers. And when she dipped her hand lower, he very nearly went weak at the knees, and it took him a moment to collect himself enough to start moving the two of them in the direction of the kitchen.

She liked when he was a little incoherent. It meant that whatever she was doing, worked. She was okay with this, of course and she had plenty of practice with him. He did start moving them both towards the count and she went with him, still slowly caressing him as best she could while walking. She was just as ready.

He liked when she made him a little incoherent, and he loved that she was still able to do it so often. That she could still make him feel that way, even after five years, suggested that no matter how long they were together, she'd be able to make him feel that way. He continued to move toward the counter, kissing her all the while.

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