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Post by Sorcha on May 26, 2008 9:10:54 GMT -5
***WEDDING FADE IN***
*Sorcha held on to Liam's arm as if she feared falling over as everyone made their way to the reception set up under a gigantic white tent on the lawn to shade them from the sun.*
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Post by Liam on May 26, 2008 9:13:25 GMT -5
*Liam was still grinning; Micaela was crying and clinging to Kathy; Ellie was smiling softly at the couple and dreaming about the day she'd be married... it had been a beautiful ceremony. And now, as was appropriate for a guest list that was more than 90 percent Irish, they were going to throw a loud, alcohol-soaked party.*
*Liam placed a hand over Sorcha's smiling down at her.*
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Post by Sorcha on May 26, 2008 9:15:22 GMT -5
If this turns into the Third Class Shindig from Titantic, I swear to God we're getting a divorce.
*Sorcha grinned back at Liam, her cheeks seemingly permanently suffused with a half-embarrassed blush. Or maybe that was just the three glasses of champagne talking.*
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Post by Liam on May 26, 2008 9:18:34 GMT -5
*He was still smiling when he kissed her soundly on the mouth, drawing a loud, collective 'aww' from the assembled guests. Then came the barrage of family. Aunts, uncles, second-cousins, first-cousins-once-removed, the odd great-aunt... all coming to give their best wishes.*
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Post by Sorcha on May 26, 2008 9:20:44 GMT -5
*Sorcha's head still whirled at this kissing-in-public thing, but she took the reception line with as much good grace as she could manage.
Somewhere, a band began to play and she hugged Liam's arm.*
"Would you like to dance?"
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Post by Liam on May 26, 2008 9:21:47 GMT -5
"I would be delighted, Mrs. de Winter." *He said, his smile touched with a hint of smirk.*
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Post by Sorcha on May 26, 2008 9:23:22 GMT -5
*She shivered.*
"I'll never get used to that," *she sighed.*
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Post by Liam on May 26, 2008 9:24:30 GMT -5
"We've been married all of half an hour. I think you've got some time." *He said brightly, leading her out onto the dance floor.*
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Post by Sorcha on May 26, 2008 9:25:41 GMT -5
*She chuckled.*
"We're not going to be one of those couples that refers to each other as Mr. and Mrs. all the time, are we?"
((I nearly went the Mother/Father route but Sorcha wouldn't.))
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Post by Liam on May 26, 2008 9:26:45 GMT -5
"You know, I really hope not, Sorcha." *He said, chuckling.*
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Post by Sorcha on May 26, 2008 9:28:13 GMT -5
"Please, try not to kill the romance," *she laughed lightly.* "I'd like the honeymoon to last longer than ten minutes."
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Post by Liam on May 26, 2008 9:30:24 GMT -5
"Speaking of which... did I ever tell you where we're going?"
*Now his mouth was definitely curled into a smirk.*
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Post by Sorcha on May 26, 2008 9:31:24 GMT -5
"No..." *she raised an eyebrow.* "What are you hiding? --Paris? Ireland? Siberia?"
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Post by Liam on May 26, 2008 9:32:40 GMT -5
"Well, we're stopping in Paris on the way..."
*He dipped her, and while she was still dipped, he whispered into her hear.* "Egypt."
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Post by Sorcha on May 26, 2008 9:33:49 GMT -5
*Sorcha threw her arms around his neck with a whoop and a squeal before she crushed her lips to his in a heated, gnawingly passionate kiss.*
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