Happy trail care is important, you knew this but something about the way caitlin requested it always seemed like it was something more to her. A chance to show off or be close to you? You weren’t sure. All you knew was with her 23rd birthday nearing you would soak up all the time you got to do this, she was a proud alpha and honestly you weren’t sure she’d still let you after.

Tonight, like any other, follows the same routine. Caitlin coming back from practice to the meal you had cooked for her. You ate together, had some down time on the couch before going up to start the bedtime routine.

Stripping herself down to her boxers and sports bra she lay comfortably on the bed, giving you her most expectant look and patting the bed beside her.

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” You huff grabbing the cream from the nightstand and moving to settle beside her. Opening the cap and squeezing it into your hands you begin to rub them together warming up the cream.

A few moments later, you lean and place a soft kiss next to her trail before you move your hands down. She yelps when the cream touches her warm skin, “AH! BABE ITS COLD!”

“You are such a baby Cait.” Rolling your eyes at her immediate protest, you chuckle and continue your movements applying a small pressure as you begin to massage her abs and trail earning a breathy hum in approval.

“A baby? No no Babygirl. Have you seen this trail? Im a potent damn breeding machine!” She exclaims smirking in amusement when you raise an eyebrow at her, focusing in softly rubbing the last of the cream into her trail.

“You are such a horn dog!” You scoff snapping the waistband of her boxers against her hip as you move to lay next to her.

But she just gives you that cocky smirk, rolling on top of you. Her arms cage you in either side you and she leans in you give you a teasing kiss. Pulling away way too quick for your liking earning a whine from you as you chase her lips.

“Who’s the horn dog now?” She quips, pulling back to stare at you cockily. She grabs you hand guiding it to her abs, making you run your fingers across them and through her trail stopping just as your fingertips slip under her boxers.

“Can you feel it babygirl?” She husks nibbling against your jaw as she pushes against your hand cockily, the room already filling with the scent of arousal coming from the two of you and mixing in the air. “Can you feel how potent i am?” Another nibble and a soft suck to your neck follows.

You moan a little at how good she smells, how thick and soft her trail is against your fingers. You sigh in bliss as she continues to kiss and suck at your neck, gasping when she places a particularly sharp bite to your skin. Her alpha teeth so sharp and pointy, further feeding into your arousal.

“I asked you a fucking question.” She growls against your neck, the sound rumbling and vibrating. She’s so close to your ear and it sends a flood of arousal through you and you shiver as you feel your underwear begin to soak.

“Y-yes… fuck! Yes i feel it!” You whine turning to give her more access to your neck. Your hand eagerly tugs at her waistband pulling her against you. “So potent, please I need it…” you mumble shyly into her shoulder, your face flushing as you rub your thighs together needy for her to do anything just something.

Amelie entered the ballroom.

Being a Christmas wedding, everything was covered in silver and gold decorations.

“Oh, Chris! Isn’t everything beautiful?” Amelie cooed. Amelie was the only person aside from his family who used his given name, but CC didn’t mind it.

He looked around and said, “It’s nice”.

“Nice?” Amelie playfully rolled her eyes. “Honestly, you have no class”, she teased.

“Well not all of us have a degree in interior design. If we got married, you’d probably be giving orders about where to put things”.

“No, that’s what a wedding planner is for”.

“Let’s just go find our seats before you start rearranging things”.

“I only did that once!” she said as she followed him.

They took their seats and people slowly trickled in.

Amelie couldn’t keep her eye on one spot for long. She stared at the flowers, then the decorations, then the arch in the front of the room, and then back to the flowers.

CC loved seeing her take in her surroundings with a childlike curiosity and wide eyes. It’s part of what drew him to her.

Soon enough, it was time for the wedding to start. The ceremony was just like any other ceremony.

If her and CC ever got married, Amelie would have the ceremony and vows be funny and make people laugh. Mostly because her and CC were known to be goofballs when they were left alone with each other. They also were responsible for pulling pranks on the guys while on tour.

The bride and groom said “I do” and then kissed. It was simple peck on the lips.

She knew CC would probably kiss the living daylights out of her just to embarrass everyone watching. He frequently did it on the tour bus.

Not that Amelie ever complained.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

When they entered the reception hall, Amelie’s mouth dropped open.

It was a crystal winter wonderland. The room was bathed in blue light and everything was sparkling.

It was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen.

CC laughed seeing the look on her face and led her to their table.

They were seated with mostly strangers, but Amelie didn’t really like talking to people she didn’t know.

The centerpieces had fake diamonds hanging from the vases and the flowers in them were red and white. It was looked incredibly expensive. Hell, it probably was.

A lot of Amelie and CC’s friends were in the entertainment industry, so every event (including a wedding) was over the top. Everyone was trying to outdo each other. Typical Hollywood.

Amelie, however, didn’t buy into it.

“Careful, son. Your girlfriend looks like she might be getting ideas”, the man sitting next to CC said.

Amelie shook her head. “I’d never want anything as extravagant like this. Something simple. Maybe at a ranch in a barn”, she said, lightly stroking the flower petals.

Another thing they had in common. They like simple things. A barn wedding sounded perfect to CC.

Once everyone was in the reception hall, the newlyweds came out and toasts were made.

Amelie didn’t talk much during dinner, preferring to casually eavesdrop on conversations around her.

The couple cut the cake and then the real party started.

This was why Amelie came to weddings. To dance.

The music wasn’t the kind CC or Amelie would ever listen to with lots of slow ballads and love songs, but it gave them plenty of opportunities to dance with each other.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m gonna need some heavy music on the drive home”, Amelie told him, “I don’t know how many more ballads I can listen to”.

“You got it”.

Amelie set her head on his shoulder as they swayed, oblivious to the ring that sat in CC’s jacket pocket.

He’d planned on proposing to her at the wedding, but changed his mind not wanting to upstage the bride and groom on their own wedding day.

No. He would wait.