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Should you feel inspired, may I pretty please ask for a small bit more of Goldilocks? A day later, a week later, a year later, anything. That glimpse of fantasy of having Shige in the kitchen was *chef's kiss* delicious! A perfect cherry to the whole dessert. Spicy, fluffy, whatever feels right for you š„ŗ
Thank you for blessing us with your stories and friendship. I am so very excited to see where your journey takes you on original works! (And excited to support in any way I can) ā¤ā¤ā¤
I owe Goldilocks all to you, and your positive response to it has been so good (and valuable!) in my heart, thank you. I hope this feels like a good followup!
If you've never read Goldilocks, that's right here on tumblr (and also up on Ao3). It's one of my favorite things I've ever written. I donāt think itās required reading or anything, but do I think this will be more fun if you know the basics of their dynamic from that story.
(Requests are currently closed, I am finishing up what I owe from earlier this year. I will post a masterlist when they are all complete. Thank you for reading!)
They don't get married on a beach, despite all the happy, sandy memories they've made on beaches since the night they met. They donāt have a big wedding, even though they love going to weddings.
They have a small wedding, and they have it on his cousin's boat. Their guests are kind enough to celebrate with them joyfully and then clear out after a nice meal, and the boat is theirs for the next two days before they leave for their honeymoon.
Now that the little party is all over they are alone, and sheās already changed into something small and silky and covered it up with a robe not much bigger (and no less silky), just in case thereās anyone nearby in the marina. But Kojuro bought the slips on either side of Masamuneās, so she doubts it. Those Date boys run sweet and wild, and sheās just gone and married the sweetest and wildest one. Itās really a wonder Shigezane doesnāt have a boat of his own, now that she thinks of it.
She is out on the deck, appreciating the way the moon reflects in gently-moving glimmers of brightest white over the darkness of the water. Thereās a comfortable night breeze around her wrists and calves, softer than cool. It reminds her of the reverent way Shigezane touches her when she lets him peel her leggings off after a workout so they can get sweaty together.
Thereās a quiet clinking sound getting louder behind her. Her husband is coming up the stairs from the cabin. She turns so she can greet him with a smile.
āBrought champagne for my beautiful wife,ā he calls out, just as his beautiful hair-- freshly messed into its usual mop-- peeks out over the top of the stairs. āI didnāt forget glasses this time!ā
(The time he did forget glasses, they managed to finish the bottle just fine without them. Their bodies even turned out less sticky the following morning than she feared they would be. And āsucked off Shigezaneās tongue until he whimpersā is her favorite way to drink champagne and she learned that when he forgot the glasses, so sheās willing to consider it all a happy discovery and not a misadventure.)
āThatās good,ā she says, giving him the smile she planned to. It gets a little wider than she planned when she sees heās wearing the wedding night boxers he was so excited to buy, the cheeky, fitted pink with pale gold hearts stitched over the ass. Sheās excited to see what those hearts look like now that heās wearing them instead of holding them up like a science fair trophy. Itās their wedding night and the marina seems empty, so she lets him see the way her gaze lingers on his shorts as she adds, āI would really like to have a drink with my husband.ā
He grins so hard she briefly worries for the glass in his hands, but he sets everything down on a table at the top of the stairs and practically skips to her. His strong arms go around her, their warmth the perfect comfort against the mild night air. Heās not too hot, and the air is not too cold. Just right. The silk of her sleeves moves over his bare chest, then his waist, and she finds the good hugging spot around his middle while he holds her and breathes her in.
Itās not hard to kiss his shoulder goodbye when she knows she is only leaving it to kiss his mouth. But when their lips are just shy of connecting, she reminds him: āNo running on the boat.ā
He stops. āNot even to you?ā
āOnly if youāre going to save me from falling over.ā
āI would never let you fall over,ā Shigezane promises, just as sweet and sincere as his vows. He might be a goof, but he is rock solid.
āI know,ā she whispers, and finally kisses him. āI love you.ā
āDoll,ā he says, and itās dazed and so full of love and sweetness it should be glazed as well. She lets a hand slide up his back until she can touch the ends of the hair at the back of his head. Thereās the taste of icing and jam from their wedding cupcakes in his kiss, and she knows it would pair perfectly with champagne.
āAre there cupcakes left?ā she asks, grasping at the hair the way he likes.
He makes a series of sounds that start with b, but doesnāt answer her question. So she holds the hair a little tighter.
āYeah,ā he says. His hands are sliding over her robe like heās trying to plan how to sculpt her. He already knows all the places she likes to be touched and cupped, and the best places to linger. There under the moon on the boat in the quiet, his hands are moving aimless but fast, like heās searching for something he wonāt be able to name until he gets it under his palm.
āShigezane,ā she breathes, and his hands go still, then faster, with more pressure as they move over her.Ā āYou didnāt eat them all?ā
āBabe, I didnāt,ā he promises. His hips buck toward hers, always eager to please.Ā āI want to feed them to you and eat them off you in the morning. I wouldnāt. I had one. There are twelve left.ā
When she smiles, he lets out the softest sigh. āThank you, honey,ā she says, and kisses him again. Once sheās gotten him good and breathless--and hard, those wedding boxers better be no better at hiding his ass than they are at hiding his dick-- she gives him one more sweet tug and steps backward out of his arms.
He lets her slip her body even out of his hands, but he looks hurt. She can tell heās about to talk, so she lays a finger on his lips and shakes her head, smiling. Then she whispers, āGo get us two? Thatāll still leave ten for tomorrow.ā
The sun is hours away but she swears it rises behind his pretty brown eyes as he recognizes what she means. He kisses her finger, takes his own step back, and turns on his heel.
There are the pale gold hearts on the handsome swell of his ass, and while she usually has no problem waiting, she has to close her hands into fists to keep from reaching for her husband.
āI like your shorts,ā she murmurs. He turns his steps into a dramatic strut, and her laugh is low and doesnāt hide how much she likes it. āHurry,ā she coos.
She has half a mind to follow him down into the bedroom, and it is their wedding nightā¦ could anyone blame her? She wouldnāt accept it if they tried. But how glorious will it be to see his mouth and chin shining beneath his eyes while the moon watches him between her legs on the deck of the boat? Itās just warm enough, and they will keep each other cozy.
She unties the cushions from the lounge chairs on the deck, but doesnāt remove them. She just wants them ready for later, when Shigezane snaps and begs her to let him pound her through the floor. This deck is textured to help people keep their footing. No need to start married life with a scraped ass, or knuckles.
The champagne bottle calls to her. It would be nice to offer him a glass when he comes back with the cupcakes. Maybe she will give him a little toast. Maybe she will give him a great big toast. She is good at playing it cool, but her love for him is definitely in āgreat bigā territory.
Thereās no towel to use to twist the cork, so she undoes the tie on her robe and let it slip off her shoulders until the sleeves pool in each of her waiting hands. She wishes he could have been there to appreciate that view, but there will be other robes. They are just beginning their life together, after all. She thinks on that as she pulls on the edge of the foil at the top of the bottle.
As she doubles the silk over her arm and then works on the wire, she can hear him singing one of his happy, heartfelt songs, and though she only catches a few words of his crooning, he is (always) enough to make her smile.
My wiiiiiife is soooooooo sweet
My wiiiiiife has greatttttt leggggggs
Herā¦ ā¦ ā¦theeeeee best
She is going to suck every drop of this champagne off his tongue until the bubbles burn them both. Her cheeks are already burning from smiling so hard.
Heās switched to humming the bridal march as he comes back up the steps with a fancy plate from dinner. Their contract with the caterer did not include any plates left behindā¦ but Shigezane is sneaky about making her happy. Heās also so honest and charming she knows they might have just given it to him with an adoring giggle.
She canāt hold the adoring giggles against anyone. If she were a different type of woman, she would giggle at him every day.
He sings, āHere come the cakes,ā low and slow and sweet.
She gets the cork out with a satisfying twist and he clicks his tongue in time with the pop.
āSo hot when you do that,ā he tells her, just like he does every time. Itās a little rougher this time, which registers in her tummy, different but in line with the sight of the cupcakes.
āThank you. Put those down,ā she tells him with a smile, not taking her eyes off him as she puts the cork and her robe onto the table. She is smiling a lot today. Isnāt that the way itās supposed to be, for a bride? She certainly has the perfect groom. He does exactly as she says.
āNow turn around,ā she says, and she takes her eyes off him only so she can pick up one of the champagne flutes.
She watches him and the pouring, and when her view includes his full shoulders and all that is below them, she says, āStop. Right there. Thatās the cake I want.ā
He smiles over his shoulder and points at his ass with a finger from each hand right before he flexes a cheek. The way she clears her throat doesnāt quite hide her laugh.
āI love you,ā she says, putting down the glass and picking up the other. It seems like itās time to go in for the kill, so she adds, āCome have some champagne and cupcakes with me... hubby.ā
Sometimes he rubs his palm on his belly when heās excited or nervous, and she wonders why his elbows are jiggling like he is doing that as he turns around. She expected him to groan, or pounce on her. But he is silent, and when she holds out the glass of champagne he goes to his knee and holds out something right back to her. Something that is bright like moonlight on the water.
āMarry me?ā he says, grin brightest of all.
He wasnāt rubbing his belly, he was making a tiny loop out of the champagne foil. She swipes it with a grin and says, āFeed me a cupcake and I just might.ā
He rises, looking like a man entirely up to that challenge, and takes the champagne from her. āCupcakes or bubbly first?ā
āBubbly,ā she says, quietly and decisively.
He breathes out a thank god, takes a swig, and sets the glass down without swallowing. He steps into her space, puts his hands on her cheeks, and holds her while his mouth goes where it belongs.
#slbp shigezane#SLBP fanfiction#modern au#tarra-lin#pseu slings#goldilocks verse#GODDDDDDDDD this is so much fun to write THANK YOU TARRA <3 <3 <3#I grinned like a total goob almost the entire time. i love them both a lot#I feel so lucky to have been asked to go back to them seriously THANK YOU
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