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âBetter?â
âNot too bad.â

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âIt ainâ gonna suck itselfâ.
âYouâre right... come here.â
âTâ tell y'the truth, I had a different bang in mindâ.
âDid you?â
âDo yâ ever get tired of talkinâ?â
âDo you ever get tired of acting tough?â
âThaâ an invitation, baby?â.
âYou wanna shoot me, Olly?â

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âYou can do better than that.â
âIs that really all you got?â
âBang.â
âWhere are you gonna go? C'mon, think â You can run, oh you can run. But youâll never be able to hideâ.
âPlease.â
With his masculine frame elongated atop of the mattress, Olly enabled for his arms further tighten against the slender frame of his wife, as he held her against his bare chest. Merely subconscious to lower his head against the top of hers as he relished within the partial intake of her mesmerizing scent. A continuous reminder of home, no matter where it may be he was, just as long as Pru was with him. There was an inexplicable sensation of gratitude in which currently captivated the male, as his strawberry blonde proceeded to place tender kisses atop of his feverish flesh as he remain beneath her. Incapable of containing the chuckle of breathlessness in which flourished from his parted lips, as again he glanced toward the picture previously placed back atop of the nightstand, âWell, darlin - what more could we expect from the Miller-Lebeau gene pool? â M'proud o'herâ.
There was never a place Pru found herself to be more content, than lying beneath the covers, curled into the chest of her husband, Oliver was her comfort, her home now, which had been a difficult thing to let go of. For a long time, Pru clung to her clothes and other materialistic objects brought from home, losing herself in the vague scent that still managed to linger on them to remind her of home, but now... even with them, if Oliver was absent she felt slightly... uncomfortable, even in the home she had come to know as her own. Sighing softly in her contentment, she trailed her fingertips over his flesh, allowing for her gaze to once again find his own as her lips curled up into yet another smile, âMe too, we did good.â She hummed softly, glancing in the direction that Oliver had, towards one of her most treasured pictures, âSheâd ... never believe this... Amy I mean... â She nodded in the direction of the photo, ââMarried with a daughter.... I didnât think this would ever be possible for me.â

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The sight alone of his loveâs blush tainted cheeks was enough to coax a flourishing breath from his lungs, as his stomach tightened within recognition of her beauty. Still incapable of withdrawing his gaze from her own, more so now as Pruâs slender digits rose toward the ivory flesh of her own chin for support, as each amusement laced hum seeped from the defined petals of the girls features. Oliver, instantaneous to respond with an affection touch of his own, as his digits lowered toward the exposed flesh of Pruâs arms, before beginning to caress her skin, for even after all the times the pair had exchanged âi love youâsâ each was more so invigorating than the last. Almost as if, every new time - was a first time. âI love yâ - more than y'could ever know, darlinââ. His response was strengthened by each continuous adoring action, as his striking hues remained fixated against her breath-taking own. Infatuated entirely within her embrace, merely nodding within response toward the girls comment, before he proceeded to retort himself, âThaâs whaâ y'get when y'momâs a geniusâ.
Ever grateful for Ollyâs evident appreciation of her each day, she couldnât help but continue to blush under his gaze, lips tilting up in their corners as she began to place a series of kisses against his chest, appreciating him to the best of her ability in their close proximity.  It was hard to picture the time that Pru was clueless to what she meant to the wolf, it was hard to imagine a time she hadnât loved him, even in her lied before, she presumed she had simply been waiting to meet the male, or perhaps that was just her all-consuming love clouding her memories. âGenius, yeah... I suppose it helps that sheâs beautiful and charming... like her dad.â
Oliver nodded within response toward the bansheeâs retort, subconsciously relaxing beneath the welcomed compression of her slender frame as she within return cuddled against his torso. Each laboured rise and fall of his chest, cautious beneath her as to refrain from disturbing their tranquillity, as the pair remained entwined within the frameâs of one another - content entirely, within their embrace. âGood, darlinâ. God, y'beautiful Pru⌠Y'really areâ. Within his absentminded musingâs, the crescents defined lips had upturned within their corners as his stunning blue hues grazed atop of each breath-taking feature possessed by the strawberry blonde. Proceeding to glance down through his mounds of lashes toward her slender digits as they traced invisible patterns against each contracting muscle, having enabled for his masculine arms further encase the girl within his attentive embrace, âPretty good, actually. Everyone was quiet last night. This school things obviously good for tirinâ emâ outâ.
Blush tainted her cheeks, a seemingly ever-lasting affect on her features whenever Oliver offered a compliment in her direction. âYou arenât so bad yourself, cowboy.â She smirked, tucking her hands under her chin as her jaded hues held his stunning own. âI love you so much...â The words tumbled form her lips in a natural manner, it was automatic now-a-days, barely intentional and yet always truthful.  âMmm,â She hummed again, nodding with her smile still in place, Pheebs likes school, but Iâm not surprised.â
With a breathless hum of sincere contentment, Oliver found himself visibly relax beneath the attentiveness of Pruâs touch, as the girl clumsily grazed her slender digits against the stern lining of his jaw. Proceeding to glance down toward the banshee through his own mound of lashes, as an instantaneous smile of recognition persisted to encase his handsome features. His stunning hues however, momentarily fluttering shut as he relished within the accompaniment from his missing piece, before eventually reopening. Already, having begun to shift himself beside his wife as he pulled himself up against the mattress, turning his back to the headboard and motioning toward his taut chest as he invited her to cuddle, âMorninâ beautiful. Y'sleep okay?â.
She was reluctant to part her frame from his, but was more than impressed when the male shifted to rest under her, offering support to her upper half in a more than comfortable position. Grinning up at her stunning husband, the girl rested her head against his chest, âAmazing, thank you.â She murmured softly, not daring to break the peaceful atmosphere of their bedroom in the morning. It was strange, with the children in school, despite none of them being truly loud, the house was dramatically quieter, it was lovely. Tracing her fingers against the defined lines of his torso, she pressed a light kiss against his flesh before tilting her head upwards ever so slightly, âHow did you sleep?â
A cigarette hung limp from the restriction of Oliverâs lips as the male stood within the open plan bedroom shared between both he and his wife. The acknowledgement of the strawberry blonde vowing to marry him, a sentiment far greater than any as the blonde glanced backwards over his shoulder toward his love, currently captivated within slumber. A rarity, for her it should seem. With his defined lips upturned around the cylinder embodiment of his unlit cigarette, he withdrew it from his possession, before securing the item behind his ear within anticipation. Somewhat incapable of retracting his stunning hues from her equally as ravenous beauty, succumbing entirely toward her hold against him both mentally and physically as he revelled within his gratitude for having found her.
Opting to turn upon his bare heels now, Olly proceeded to enclose the previous distance between himself and his love, as he crossed over toward her side of the bed as silently as possible. The occasional padding of his bare-feet atop of the carpet, wearing patterns into its softened material as he eventually placed himself against the edge of the bed where Pru remained. Again, ensuring to refrain from waking the slumbering banshee, as he reached forth toward her bedside table where a picture of herself and her companions from her home town resided, one individual of which, being Foster. Yet, perhaps he was merely too enthused with his own happiness to appear jealous - somewhat grateful that the elder wolf had attended their wedding, and not just to gloat, merely wishing to accommodate Pruâs wishes. Olly, continuing to glance over the keepsake within his grasp, before tracing the pad of his thumb against the replicating features of Pru within her picture, again glancing toward the strawberry blonde as eventually, her mounds of ebony lashes began to flutter.
Finding herself completely content over the past few weeks, despite the stress of an impending wedding, Pru was convinced that there was never a point in her life in which she could be happier. Of course, having her mother attend her wedding, or having her mom involved in her daughterâs life, knowing Olly, knowing her family would have been a completely perfect lifestyle, but she already possessed so much that she didnât deserve, best not to pout. Stirring from her peaceful slumber, her eyes were reluctant to open but knowing her hopefully stunning sight, she couldnât resist allowing her jaded hues to flutter open. Olly sat beside her, glancing over a picture that was much too dear to her to be sat in a drawer as it was previously, and it appeared that since their most recent engagement, Olly had surpassed his jealousy over Foster, so now it lay at focal point beside their bed. She smiled warmly, lifting her hand to trace her fingers along his jaw line, âMorning,â She hummed, unable to prevent the pride that laced her tone, he was her husband.Â
âI would, you look absolutely beautiful and the vows.â
âThank you so much! That dress though, even I looked twice when I saw your ass and I know, if we had access to the internet Iâd think he cheated.â

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âSave a dance for yâ new brother?â
âOf course.â
âMy, my⌠The blushing bride, you look fantastic.â
âOh, handing out compliments are we? Thank you for coming, Oscar.â