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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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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.

Edited 2010-12-19 07:58 (UTC)

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.

They had always been surprisingly in tune with each other. She could hardly remember it now, but she knew that the first time they'd made love, there was a lot of laughter involved. It was fun and involved a bit of fumbling. However, moving on from there, they never had a problem. Every once in a while they were out of sync, but it wasn't anything she was too worried about since it was moments like this that made her realize that they were undoubtably perfect for each other. She kissed him just as much, parting her lips slightly and exhaling briskly through her nose.

The times they were out of sync tended to be when one or the other of them was distracted by something; that was certainly not the case tonight. Tonight, Liz had his full attention. They reached the counters eventually, though it took a bit on account of him not being willing to stop kissing her long enough to simply walk over there.

Liz had no reason to be distracted either, so she was fully focused on continuing her ministrations. She was more than happy to take their time getting to the counter. She had every intention of kissing him as much as they possibly could before actually getting to it.

He spent several moments just kissing her even after they reached the counter, before trailing kisses down to her neck, slipping his hand up under her skirt again. Ready when you are, love.

Liz sighed and lulled her head back for him. His hand slipped further up her skirt and she felt goosebumps rise wherever he touched. With his cue, Liz moved his pants out of the way so at least that was ready. However you want me.

To be perfectly honest, he wasn't exactly sure how 'christening' the counter was going to work. She could bend over it, yes, but it was a bit high for that. There wasn't really room for both of them to fit on it, either. Workin' on figurin' it out....

Liz smirked at this because it was true. They were a tad high for her to just drape herself over it. She wasn't sure how high she was if she sat on the counter with him between her legs. Apparently the counters were going to pose a challenge. She didn't really mind. We can come up with something.

What if... It was a bit high for her to sit on it, too, but he thought that maybe if he picked her up, he could hold onto her and just brace the two of them against it.

She smirked. There was a way to do this. She nodded, wrapping her arms around his neck at first and then lifting one leg high over his hip. Even that was close but not quite. Lift me onto your hips she added as she leaned in to kiss him again.

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He lifted her up, glad that she'd had the foresight to get his pants out of the way. With her skirt so short and nothing underneath it, it was easy enough to maneuver until he was able to reach down to guide himself in, kissing her all the while.

She groaned out loud as he guided himself into her, her mouth pressed tight to his. After a moment though, she untangled one arm from his shoulders and leaned back against the counter. Once braced, she reached down to tug her dress up higher over her hips and out of the way, leaning back now with both arms against the counter so she's stretched out backward, arms holding up her weight while her legs are still wrapped around his waist.

He exhaled slowly, his eyes half-closed as he pushed into her, slowly at first - to make sure that they were secure and that she wasn't going to fall and he wasn't going to drop her. This was a bit different from holding her right up against a wall. Once Liz had got herself all sorted out, he rocked his hips against her, working his way up to a steady rhythm.

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