you don’t tell the cody’s a thing. pope calls it a small getaway to help u destress from ur work, u nod. the two of u collectively ignore the deadly stares smurf gives u, or the way baz silently calls ur bullshit. u leave at sunrise, the next morning, and drive almost two hours to some five star hotel pope booked for the weekend right in the centre of LA.
ur dress lays in the middle of ur things when u open ur suitcase. of course, pope bought it for u. it basically screams u. short, completely lacy and practically see-through, in just the perfect shade of white to compliment ur complexion when u put it on. pope has to fight every muscle in his body to not throw himself at u right that moment when he sees u in it. he looks equally handsome in his suit, and u tell him that plenty of times while fixing his bow tie.
later, when the matching wedding bands are already on ur fingers, pope carries u over the threshold of ur hotel suite and u realize that it’s one of the rare times u see him smile and laugh so freely. away from his family, away from the life u live in oceanside, present in the moment and basking in it. it’s almost like this day only took him back at least ten years, the creases on his forehead melting away.
he sets u down on the floor first. helping u out of the piece of fabric someone decided to call a dress, taking pins out of ur hair, sliding the heels off ur feet. then he lays u down on the bed, gently, peppering every part of ur body with sweet kisses, telling u how much he loves u as he undresses the rest of u.
he eats ur pussy for hours tonight, drunk on the aphrodisiac that u are, lapping at ur juices that are spilling down his chin soon enough, pushing his tongue or fingers into ur clutching hole until ur a blabbering, trembling mess. u have to physically pull him away and guide him back up so ur lips crash again.
he makes love to u all night long too, treating u like a stolen treasure, whispering soft praises in ur ear as he fucks into u.
„my wife, so perfect and pretty f’me, yea?”
„always so good for me, so wet and tight, sweetheart, taking me so well.”
when u finally can’t take any more, and he’s already came inside u twice, he slips out with a quiet grunt. he cleans u up, planting little kisses on ur cheeks and temples, telling u how well u did for him. his little wife <3
