"Well then-" briefly interrupted by the press of her lips to his, Levi was never one to complain when his bride manifested the urge to kiss him. And why would he complain? He was a fool in love. He would spend all of eternity kissing her if she so desired. "I look forward to that kind of treatment," he chuckled, kissing the corner of Clarisse’s mouth, not truly expecting her to do such, not when she blushed like that.
Their reunion had been a bittersweet business. Levi had recently come out of a relationship which he took the blame for. In reality, no woman he came across had ever hooked him as Clarisse had. Some people were simply meant to be, no matter what. And these last 10 years had proved just that, when it came to the pair of them. “If you wrote the name of the damn thing for me, I wouldn’t have to try and remember and would buy it myself, get it a nice ribbon and everything.”
Of course, of all the things she could come up with, it was the damn singing. He could have willed himself to not react to her light accusation but, truthfully, he was much too busy exposing himself to think of walls. “I sing when I’m drunk,” Levi pointed out. “I sing when we share special occasions, otherwise it’d just be another thing, routine. Gotta make it count,” he teased, winking playfully at Clarisse.
Well, no, he did not expect his Aussie wife to turn down a dance, however “It’s curtsy to ask,” he pointed out. “And I am a gentleman.” Tried to be when the occasion called for it and their wedding was most definitely within that category. Swiftly snaking his arm around her waist, he pulled Clarisse into his chest, hand automatically seeking her before dancing quite flawlessly to what he considered to be their song. It was true, Levi was not a good dancer, not in the club or at home when a song he liked came on. But due to his mother’s insistence on ballroom dancing, he had become quite the professional slow dancer. Though he was picky with his partner. However, Clarisse was his bride and there was probably no one else he wanted to impress more. And holding her, feeling her, simply savoring this moment was all Levi truly could concern himself with.
It wasn’t as though being married exactly changed anything between the two of them, it seemed that they had always lived and certainly bickered like a married couple. But it was a certain feeling, she had determined. Like she was on a pre wedding high, completely happy, and light, as though nothing mattered besides what they were doing right now. They got to have their moments together completely uninterrupted, it was heavenly. “You should.” Yes, she was easily embarrassed, and he could very easily make her blush, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t willing to stick to her words.
Letting out a small laugh all she did was shake her head “Even if I wrote the shade out, which if I remember correctly, I told you in a text way back when, I’d still have to buy it myself and pretend, ribbon and all.” Teasing him, unable to wipe the smile from her lips. She couldn’t put into words how much she had missed him in their years apart, there just wasn’t anything that could explain it. But despite all that, they were right here in the back of a limo on their way to their honeymoon, proving to her that no matter how terrible things could get, there would always be a silver lining.
"I don’t know why you think you need to be drunk." Glancing up to him with a small smile "You’re really good, you know." Shrugging her shoulder, she wasn’t exactly sure why he doubted himself, even if it was for special occasions. Scrunching her nose at him "I do love our special occasions." Like the way he proposed to her, it had been perfection. It wasn’t what their first time was like, but in a way..it was better, it was them, Levi knew how much she loved when he sang, and he did it in front of a whole crowd, surprised her. She wouldn’t have had it any other way.
"You are a gentleman..most of the time." Playfully nudging him with a grin. Looking to him as they danced, she wasn’t one to burst into random dance , unless Mira asked her to dance, then Clarisse would dance her heart out, even if she looked like an idiot most of the time. Slow dancing she felt confident in, mostly because of how often her and Levi used to go to events, he taught her most of what she knew, dancing on her dads shoes growing up had covered the rest. With a small sigh she rested her head against his chest, listening to his heart beat, nearly laughing at herself when she remembered how when he asked if she thought he didn’t have one. Turned out he had one of the best hearts. "Today has been perfect."
“Poets often describe love as an emotion that we can’t control, one that overwhelms logic and common sense. That’s what it was like for me. I didn’t plan on falling in love with you, and I doubt if you planned in falling in love with me. But once we met, it was clear that neither of us could control what was happening to us. We fell in love, despite our differences, and once we did, something rare and beautiful was created. For me, love like that has happened only once, and that’s why every minute we spent together has been seared in my memory. I’ll never forget a single moment of it.”