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After the talk he seemed fixed on the idea, and lay down as if to go to sleep. I sighed and lay down next to him, and a minute later he turned to face me, took my hand under the covers, pulled me closer to him and whispered into my hair softly “Honey.. Will you marry me?” My eyes widened as I turned to look into his. “What?” I whispered. I’d played this moment over in my mind so many times. I’d dreamt of marriage, expecting it never to happen, not in our broken home. “Marry me, Honey. I love you. You love me. I want to be with you forever and ever.” He looked so intense, and there was something odd about the way he said forever. But I ignored that and said in a strange high pitched voice, with a huge smile plastered over my face “Yes. I will marry you Gerard.” I bit my lip and rolled over so I was on top, straddling him, and began to kiss him deeply, and more passionately than I had in more than a year. We broke apart and as I took a breath he grinned and pulled off my dress. When it was off I pushed him back down into the black satin sheets and kept kissing him, sucking and biting his neck. There wasn’t one part of him that I didn’t want to taste. While I was kissing his neck I could hear him whispering breathlessly about 1000 corpses, and something about proving something to me. I ignored it and pulled off his shirt seductively and moved my body down so I was sitting on my knees between his legs… I began to pull his jeans down and his boxers, and as I started sucking is length I could hear him murmuring again in-between deep breaths or moans. I kept pleasuring him with my talented lips and tongue while he moaned and called my name loudly until he came “Honey.. Oh Honey..” And again, I had that ill feeling as he said my name... The way he said it... But I pushed the thought out of my mind and crawled up next to him. I didn’t want this moment, this night, well morning, to be ruined by anything. I put my head on his chest, and closed my eyes. I could see that he was falling asleep too. He looked into my eyes and mouthed “I love you”. I pulled the blankets back up and snuggled closer to my future husband, who giggled and pulled me to his body. Soon, I would be Honey Elena Leigh Way.
The next morning, after waking up next to my fiancée and confirming it wasn’t all a dream, I decided I wouldn’t go to work. Gerard, however, decided he would. “But baby,” I protested, pouting. “I thought we could spend the day together.” I sat up, pulling the sheets around me. He was getting dressed. He turned to me while buckling his belt and said “Well I figured, cause I’m actually sober for once, I should do something about it. Besides, I need to do some stuff in the city anyways. I’ll pick up some groceries on the way home, too, okay?” I pouted and said “Okay.” He finished dressing, gathered his stuff and left, planting a tender kiss on my cheek. It wasn’t exactly the quality time I wanted to be spending with him from now on, but things had definitely changed, for the better. I got up, and had a shower and dressed, thinking I might go to Starbucks and see if I could get some writing done. Maybe because my Gerard problems were solved, so was my writer’s block.
While I was there, sitting at a table with my laptop and a latte, I couldn’t help but think of the things Gerard had said the night before. About Killing ourselves… And murdering people. I mean, I could see why he thought it was sentimental, but I still wasn’t sure that murdering 1000 people is the right way to start off a marriage. Or finish it. I sat in the café trying desperately to erase the thoughts and get some writing done. Unfortunately, I couldn’t think right at all, so I went home early. He came home around 5 that afternoon, with an armful of bags. I went to help him and kiss him but he told me to go sit in the bedroom. He sounded happy, but serious. So I did. About 10 minutes later he came in with just one bag. He sat down next to me and emptied the bag. In there was a black, velvet covered box with a wine coloured ribbon. I smiled at Gerard, who smiled back and squeezed my shoulder. I started to remove the ribbon excitedly to open the box. Inside was another box, much smaller, a piece of folded, crumpled paper, kerosene, a box of matches, and what appeared to be a dozen bullets. I looked up at my beautiful Gerard to see him holding a long stemmed red rose with a black ribbon tied in a bow around the stem. I took the rose and hugged him tightly, smiling. He motioned towards the box. I reached in and pulled out the smaller box. Inside, on a red velvet bed, was a beautiful heavy brass-gold locket encrusted with black diamonds, on a thick chain. I looked at it, amazed at its beauty and that Gerard could see so clearly exactly what I would have wanted. I met his eyes, as he stood up to put the locket on me. He did it slowly and sensually, finishing with lifting my hair and whispering into my ear, so his breath tickled my neck “that’s your engagement ring.” I nodded, tears in my eyes, as again he nudged the box. I pulled out the piece of paper. It was actually an envelope. I opened it and inside was a little notebook, I opened that and scrawled on almost every page of that book was a long list of names. A chill ran through me as I smiled reluctantly, pushed the book away and put my hand back in the box. How can I have been so blissfully happy 3 seconds ago and yet now so uneasy ad even scared. The matches, kerosene and bullets didn’t need investigating. I had a gun. So did he. I kept it in my lingerie drawer, but I didn’t know where his was. I turned looked at Gerard who then grinned and said, “Let’s go and get married.” I tilted my head to one side and said Huh?” bemused. “You heard me. Come on.” He took my hand and walked my out the door. We walked down the stairs, to the car. I got in, giggling he had a huge smile on his face too, and I was happy that we were both… Happy. I didn’t know where he was going, though... about 45 laughter filled minutes later we pulled up outside the Our Lady Of Sorrows church. He walked inside, with me tagging along beside, amazed by the beauty of it. By the time I got to where he was there was a smiling priest there who asked if I was an official catholic. “Yes” I whispered. I mean, it wasn’t the picture perfect white wedding, with my father giving me away a best man and maid of honour. But that wouldn’t have happened anyway. I didn’t really have many friends, except ones I knew through Gerard. My father was dead, and I had a falling out with my mother and not talked to her in 3 years, since I moved in with Gerard. “Honey Elena Lee Lawton, do you take this man to be your lawful wedded husband, for richer or poorer, through sickness and health, to have and to hold, till-“
“Hey, get on with it!” said Gerard rudely. The priest looked shocked. But I knew what was going on. And it made me feel ill to my stomach again. Gerard didn’t want to hear those words. “Till Death Do You Part.” He thought death would keep us together, and those 5 words said otherwise. He was really starting to bother me… But regardless, I said, quietly but sincerely, “I do.” The rest of our quiet ceremony was absolutely perfect and we went home together, laughing and talking, both as happy as we could ever have hoped. A small part of me was still worrying about Gerard’s murderous plans, but I pushed that out of my mind when we arrived home, and he carried me to our room, both of us full of lust and desire. I wouldn’t let bad thoughts ruin my time. He threw me down on the bed and kissed me, as I prepared for what would be a fantastic evening. After all, it was my wedding night.
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The next morning, after waking up next to my fiancée and confirming it wasn’t all a dream, I decided I wouldn’t go to work. Gerard, however, decided he would. “But baby,” I protested, pouting. “I thought we could spend the day together.” I sat up, pulling the sheets around me. He was getting dressed. He turned to me while buckling his belt and said “Well I figured, cause I’m actually sober for once, I should do something about it. Besides, I need to do some stuff in the city anyways. I’ll pick up some groceries on the way home, too, okay?” I pouted and said “Okay.” He finished dressing, gathered his stuff and left, planting a tender kiss on my cheek. It wasn’t exactly the quality time I wanted to be spending with him from now on, but things had definitely changed, for the better. I got up, and had a shower and dressed, thinking I might go to Starbucks and see if I could get some writing done. Maybe because my Gerard problems were solved, so was my writer’s block.
While I was there, sitting at a table with my laptop and a latte, I couldn’t help but think of the things Gerard had said the night before. About Killing ourselves… And murdering people. I mean, I could see why he thought it was sentimental, but I still wasn’t sure that murdering 1000 people is the right way to start off a marriage. Or finish it. I sat in the café trying desperately to erase the thoughts and get some writing done. Unfortunately, I couldn’t think right at all, so I went home early. He came home around 5 that afternoon, with an armful of bags. I went to help him and kiss him but he told me to go sit in the bedroom. He sounded happy, but serious. So I did. About 10 minutes later he came in with just one bag. He sat down next to me and emptied the bag. In there was a black, velvet covered box with a wine coloured ribbon. I smiled at Gerard, who smiled back and squeezed my shoulder. I started to remove the ribbon excitedly to open the box. Inside was another box, much smaller, a piece of folded, crumpled paper, kerosene, a box of matches, and what appeared to be a dozen bullets. I looked up at my beautiful Gerard to see him holding a long stemmed red rose with a black ribbon tied in a bow around the stem. I took the rose and hugged him tightly, smiling. He motioned towards the box. I reached in and pulled out the smaller box. Inside, on a red velvet bed, was a beautiful heavy brass-gold locket encrusted with black diamonds, on a thick chain. I looked at it, amazed at its beauty and that Gerard could see so clearly exactly what I would have wanted. I met his eyes, as he stood up to put the locket on me. He did it slowly and sensually, finishing with lifting my hair and whispering into my ear, so his breath tickled my neck “that’s your engagement ring.” I nodded, tears in my eyes, as again he nudged the box. I pulled out the piece of paper. It was actually an envelope. I opened it and inside was a little notebook, I opened that and scrawled on almost every page of that book was a long list of names. A chill ran through me as I smiled reluctantly, pushed the book away and put my hand back in the box. How can I have been so blissfully happy 3 seconds ago and yet now so uneasy ad even scared. The matches, kerosene and bullets didn’t need investigating. I had a gun. So did he. I kept it in my lingerie drawer, but I didn’t know where his was. I turned looked at Gerard who then grinned and said, “Let’s go and get married.” I tilted my head to one side and said Huh?” bemused. “You heard me. Come on.” He took my hand and walked my out the door. We walked down the stairs, to the car. I got in, giggling he had a huge smile on his face too, and I was happy that we were both… Happy. I didn’t know where he was going, though... about 45 laughter filled minutes later we pulled up outside the Our Lady Of Sorrows church. He walked inside, with me tagging along beside, amazed by the beauty of it. By the time I got to where he was there was a smiling priest there who asked if I was an official catholic. “Yes” I whispered. I mean, it wasn’t the picture perfect white wedding, with my father giving me away a best man and maid of honour. But that wouldn’t have happened anyway. I didn’t really have many friends, except ones I knew through Gerard. My father was dead, and I had a falling out with my mother and not talked to her in 3 years, since I moved in with Gerard. “Honey Elena Lee Lawton, do you take this man to be your lawful wedded husband, for richer or poorer, through sickness and health, to have and to hold, till-“
“Hey, get on with it!” said Gerard rudely. The priest looked shocked. But I knew what was going on. And it made me feel ill to my stomach again. Gerard didn’t want to hear those words. “Till Death Do You Part.” He thought death would keep us together, and those 5 words said otherwise. He was really starting to bother me… But regardless, I said, quietly but sincerely, “I do.” The rest of our quiet ceremony was absolutely perfect and we went home together, laughing and talking, both as happy as we could ever have hoped. A small part of me was still worrying about Gerard’s murderous plans, but I pushed that out of my mind when we arrived home, and he carried me to our room, both of us full of lust and desire. I wouldn’t let bad thoughts ruin my time. He threw me down on the bed and kissed me, as I prepared for what would be a fantastic evening. After all, it was my wedding night.
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xxJodily.
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