#wedding dj in raleigh

[thewintersoldierdisaster]

a/n: a fun (long) little something! @making-it-big requested wedding night/honeymoon and i’m giving you guys both! also writing smut is hard (lol) sometimes and i lost track of limbs at a certain point, so like, just go with it. i actually went to greece this past summer so some of the trip details are pulled from my own vacation! 🥰 let me know if you guys want a separate post of the pics that sort of correspond with this fic, including one of the hotels!

word count: 9.1k (!!!!!)

tw: smut smut smut with dirty talking drei and our standard google-translated russian disclaimer 😂

summary: a wedding in raleigh followed by a honeymoon in greece, island hopping with andrei

Everything after the priest declared you husband and wife and Andrei dipped you back in a dramatic kiss is a little bit of a blur.

You’re announced as Mr. and Mrs. Svechnikov at the reception and have your first dance to Madonna’s Crazy for You, which is mildly embarrassing but it’s the song that was playing when you kissed for the first time, so it’s kind of your song. Andrei dances with Elena and you dance with your dad, wiping your tears on the tissue you keep wadded up in your fist.

Dinner is served and the table of hockey players clink their knives against their water glasses every twenty minutes so Andrei will kiss you. He obliges happily every time, cradling your face and kissing you sweetly. You grin against his mouth, the cacophony of cheers from your wedding guests the best soundtracks.

After you cut the cake - vanilla with white chocolate raspberry filling and a spray of flowers that match your bouquet falling down the sides of the tiers - the DJ kicks into high gear and everyone is crowding the dance floor. Andrei’s hands are on your waist while you dance, holding you close, your ass against his groin. You laugh, barely caring that there’s so many of your relatives watching. You can barely feel your feet and your face hurts from smiling.

The first reception carries on until one and by then all the older guests and both sets of parents have gone to bed.

You and Andrei thought ahead and rented out the attached and enclosed patio space for another few hours and while the music is playing, you both rush up to the honeymoon suite, giggling and holding hands.

“Did I tell you you look beautiful?” Andrei asks, kissing a trail down the back of your neck while he unzips your dress.

“Yes, but you can say it again,” you laugh, letting the dress fall to the floor and stepping out of it.

Andrei turns you in his arms and kisses you deeply, his hands warm and broad on your skin. You clutch at the front of his shirt, holding on for dear life. “You look beautiful,” he murmurs, kissing you softer.

His hands slide down over your ass, squeezing, and you wriggle in his grip, pressing against his front. “As much as I can’t wait to have wedding night sex,” you grin, twisting your fingers in the untied fabric of his bow tie, “I want to change and get back to our friends!”

Andrei’s hands slip between your thighs and you squirm, his fingers thick and pressing against the seam between your legs. “They won’t miss us,” he murmurs, teasing you, stroking his fingers gently against the fabric of your underwear.

“Oh,” you gasp, knees turning to putty under his touch, “we only get one wedding reception after-party.”

He presses a kiss, chaste considering where his fingers are, to your temple and hums against your skin. “I guess. Just means you’ll be even more ready for me,” his voice is low, husky, and you’re honestly tempted to say fuck the after party and fuck him against the wall.

You shiver and dance away from him, the hot imprints of his fingers still burning your skin. “I’m always ready for you,” you admit shakily, taking your after-party dress off its hanger and slipping into it. The feathers on the miniskirt’s hem tickle at your bare thighs and you do a little twirl to get the skirt flaring out. You fell in love with the dress after seeing it in a little boutique after your bridal shower and thought about wearing it for the rehearsal dinner, but the feathers and thin straps felt more appropriate for the after-party.

Andrei looks over from where he’s hanging up your ceremony dress - you have him trained so well with all this wedding stuff - and his jaw drops. “Solnyshka,” he breathes, “you have to let me take that dress off of you and fuck you. Please.”

“Later, Mr. Svechnikov,” you croon, trailing your fingers over the edge of his jaw. It’s been so many hours since he last shaved, his jaw is lightly stubbled again. Andrei leans into your touch, growling when you giggle and skip to the door. He hurries after you, snagging your hand and lacing your fingers together.

You’re immediately handed a shot when you get back to the party and toss it back, grimacing a little. Andrei accepts a glass from Geno and you’re almost positive it’s full of vodka, but he doesn’t react at all when he takes a drink. The music is loud and you’re immediately dancing, shimmying and jumping to the old-school classics. Andrei, Geno, Brady, and Pyotr jump and shout lyrics at each other, but Andrei’s hands never leave your body. Even when he’s not looking at you, his hand is in yours or touching your back.

Eventually, he loses the bow tie and his shirt gets unbuttoned. Geno has his tie around his head and all the groomsmen are in various states of disheveled. You gravitate to Andrei, looping your arms around his neck and swaying against him, lazily grinding on him. He’s hard behind his tuxedo pants, kissing softly behind your ear. The music doesn’t match the tempo of your dance and all of your friends are jumping and dancing around you. But it’s dark outside the venue and right now, the only thing you’re aware of is Andrei’s fingers tangling in the bun that’s loosening at the nape of your neck and the feeling of his body against yours.

“Party’s winding down, zhena,” Andrei whispers in your ear, warm breath sending a shiver up your spine. And that's a new thing, how he's been calling you wife all night. In Russian or in English, he doesn't care. He's marking you as his.

The loud music and flowing alcohol is telling a different story, but you blink up at Andrei. His hair is mussed, flipped over his forehead, and his face is flushed from dancing and drinking. His lips curl up in a soft smile and you lean up on tiptoes to press your lips to his.

“I don’t think they’ll miss us, muzh,” you murmur against his lips, feeling his smirk when he realizes you called him ‘husband’ in Russian. You'd learned the pronunciation specifically for today. His hands tighten in your hair, angling your head back a little so he can kiss you again, deeper this time.

Your body melts against Andrei’s, warmth rushing through your veins. “Take me to bed, Mr. Svechnikov,” you whisper, giggling. He wraps an arm around your waist and lifts you off your feet. Holding you against his side, Andrei practically runs from the room. You cling to his neck, laughing the entire time.

In the elevator back up to the suite, Andrei pins you against the wall, resting one hand next to your head and sliding the other up and under your skirt. You lean into his touch, kissing him hungrily. His fingers play at the edges of your panties, disappearing beneath the fabric to stroke you gently. The doors slide open before he can really do anything and you’re back in his arms, being carried into the honeymoon suite.

Andrei lays you out on the bed and you kick one foot up. He grabs your ankle with fast reflexes and grins at you. “Yes?”

“I can’t do the buckles from up here,” you pout, batting your eyelashes at him. Andrei laughs, traced his index finger over the arch of your foot and over the top. He taps at the buckle.

“What’s the magic word, zhena?”

“Pozhaluysta, muzh,” you coo, butchering the pronunciation and slurring the words together a little. Even still, Andrei’s grip tightens around your ankle and the front of his pants grow tighter.

He makes quick work of the little buckle, letting your heel fall to the ground. The bow on the toe of the Jimmy Choos is likely to get crumpled, but Andrei kisses your ankle bone and your brain short circuits a bit. He sets your ankle on his shoulder and grabs for your other foot, undoing that buckle equally as quick. Before you know it, both your ankles are draped over Andrei’s shoulders and his hands are roaming up your thighs. You whine his name and he pinches the inside of your thigh gently.

“I want to enjoy this,” he murmurs, hand grasping at the lace of your panties and tugging. You frown at the sound of the fabric ripping, but immediately gasp and arch your back when Andrei buries two fingers in you without warning.

“Drei!” You moan, clenching around his fingers, wiggling at the sensation. Your legs try to snap together, trapping Andrei’s head between your knees.

“Zhena,” he whispers, “moya zhena, I’m going to make you come until the sun comes up.”

You think you make orgasm from his words alone, but then he crooks his fingers and you shout, kicking one heel against his shoulder and twisting the sheet in your fists. He grins, self-satisfied, and leans down to kiss you, the change of angle driving his fingers even deeper. You push at his shirt with your heels, getting it off one arm and leaving it to drape over the mattress, still on the other arm.

“Drei, please, I need,” you babble, sucking in a breath when the pad of his thumb finds your clit and strokes it roughly. “Shit, more, please.”

He adds a third finger and you cry out his name, grinding against his hand, heat coiling and building low in your stomach. His other hand grips at your thigh, massaging the muscle while he encourages you. “Come on, solnyshka, come for your husband, like a good little wife.”

“Andreiiii,” you chant his name, breathless, arching your back and clenching around his fingers. He crooks his fingers and presses down hard on your clit and you’re over the edge, starbursts dancing behind your eyes. He’s talking you through your orgasm, stroking your thigh with one hand, murmuring about what a good girl you are. You gasp and slump back against the mattress, a few feathers drifting around your head from where they’ve basically been fucked off your dress. “Christ,” you mumble, dazed.

Andrei slowly withdraws his fingers, the loss of them making you feel empty. He shakes his shirt off his arm and it flutters to the floor while Andrei sticks his fingers in his mouth and sucks them clean while holding eye contact with you.

You groan, “are you trying to make me come without even touching me?” You wiggle against the sheets, feeling hot and sweaty. Your dress bunches up at your upper thighs and Andrei’s gaze dips down.

“My love,” he grins, kneeling on the bed with one knee so the mattress dips with his weight, “you’ll know when I’m trying to make you come.”

He undoes the buckle of his belt, the clinking of metal on metal when his wedding band slips against the buckle making your gaze trail down. The fly of his tuxedo pants is open and you can see the bulge of his erection against his black boxer-briefs. You sit up a little, angling to lean forward and reach for him, but Andrei shakes his head.

“No, no,” he murmurs, wrapping a hand around your wrist. “What kind of husband would I be,” he brings your hand to his mouth and kisses your palm, “if I didn’t take care of my wife?”

His voice, deep and warm, fills you with desire and you sigh, pressing your thighs together, already a mess for him. “Andrei, don’t tease,” you whine, wiggling your fingers at him. “I just want to feel you. I want you in me.”

Leaning down and forcing you to lie back again, Andrei braces his hand next to your head and kisses you sweetly. “You will,” he promises, smoothing his other hand over your cheek. “I’m going to make love to my wife,” he murmurs, kissing you again. His hand moves around your back and he plays with the zipper of your dress. You get the hint and scoot into a sitting position so he can work the zipper with one hand and slip the dress off your body, leaving you bare except for your strapless bra. Andrei kisses the swell of each breast and flicks at the clasp, discarding the bra to the floor. You kick a little at the dress and it slips to the floor where it’s joined quickly by Andrei’s pants, leaving you staring at his erection straining behind the black cotton.

“Lie back,” he commands and you do, already slightly breathless. He kneels on the bed again, your legs falling open to make room for him to get in between your thighs. “So beautiful,” he mumbles, absently, almost to himself, while he pulls himself out of his boxer-briefs, stroking his already hard length into a steel rod. His cock juts put in front of him and your mouth waters at the sight. You can’t believe that this gorgeous man is yours, forever.

“Andrei,” you pout, hand sliding between your legs to alleviate some of the growing pressure. He doesn’t make a move to stop you and instead his gaze is laser focused on where your fingers are circling your clit. You gasp. “Please, I need more, I need you,” you whisper, hooking an ankle around his thigh and tugging. You can’t move him on your own, so when he shifts forward, you know he’s going to give you what you want.

He lowers his body over yours, nestled in between your legs, his weight braced on one hand. You grin up at him, tracing his bicep with your free hand and pushing at his boxer-briefs with the other. Your fingers brush his cock and he shivers, hips jolting. “Make love to me, Andrei,” you murmur, lifting your head to kiss him, sucking his bottom lip in between your teeth. He groans into your mouth and your guide him to your entrance, the head of his cock bumping against your clit and sending delicious shocks down to your toes.

Still kissing you, Andrei rolls his hips and enters you. You gasp into his mouth and meet his hips with yours. He sets a slow, leisurely pace, thrusting gently and keeping control. Your legs hook around his waist, deepening the angle. His hips roll and you meet him thrust for thrust.

“Drei,” you gasp his name, raking your nails down his back. “More, please.”

He picks up the pace, but just barely, the tension building low in your stomach. Your hands roam his body, slick with sweat, and tangle in his hair.

He kisses you again and it’s cheesy, because you’ve kissed Andrei hundreds, thousands, hundred thousands of times, but this is different. These kisses are so much more. They’re soft and hungry and lazy and so full of love.

Andrei thrusts again, dipping his hand between your bodies because he knows exactly how to get you to come and your thighs are trembling with the building tension. “Come on, little wife,” he murmurs hoarsely, biting gently at the swell of your breast, flicking his tongue over your nipple. “Show me how beautiful you are when you come.”

You cry his name, clenching around him and then you’re both coming, clutching each other’s bodies. Your nails dig into his arms and Andrei’s face is buried in your neck. He’s breathing heavily, filling you and pumping his hips and it’s overwhelming, just how much you love him. You melt into the mattress, boneless, and encourage Andrei through his orgasm, stroking his neck and murmuring softly to him. He exhaled roughly and drops down from shaky arms, half of his body covering yours.

“I think I like married sex,” you huff a laugh, twisting a piece of Andrei’s hair between your fingers. His thigh is wedged in between yours and you resist the urge to rub your still sensitive clit against the hard, corded muscle.

He kisses your shoulder. “Me too,” he chuckles. His fingers trace a lazy pattern over your side, dragging from your hip bone up to the side of your breast and back down. You yawn, the repetitive motion soothing you and dragging your eyelids shut. You have no idea what time it is, but it has to be late, or early. The blackout curtains are drawn, but you wouldn’t be surprised if the sun is starting to come up.

“Don’t go to sleep,” Andrei says, already rolling off of you. “Let me clean you up.”

He gets out of bed and pads naked to the bathroom. You take the opportunity to roll on your side and ogle his firm, round ass. His entire form is lean muscle and strong, solid thighs. You swipe a hand between your legs and press at your clit, unfairly aroused and overstimulated by his body. Andrei’s back with a damp washcloth before you can really do anything about it, but he catches you and smirks, eyes flashing. He holds the cloth up and crooks a finger at you. “Come here,” he says, even as he’s climbing back into bed and dragging your legs over his lap.

Slowly, torturously, he runs the cloth between your legs and you squirm. The rough fabric is too much for your sensitive nerves and Andrei knows it. He moves even slower and only smiles when you grind your hips over his hand. “Going for the hat trick?” He laughs, everything brought back to hockey with him.

You frown. “It’s not fair that you’re so damn attractive,” you’re breathless, working yourself over the cloth and his hand. He just laughs again, the bastard, and helps you along until you’re coming for the third time, sweaty and completely limp in his arms. Andrei gathers you against his chest and you press your hot, sweaty cheek against his heart.

“I have to get up and pee,” you mumble, “but I don’t think I can walk.”

He kisses the top of your head and carries you into the bathroom, letting you do your business and get cleaned up while he goes back to sit on the edge of the bed. He’s yawning when you come back, still naked, but face clean of the stray makeup smudges. Your hair is tangled and still half in its bun, so you’ve left it to be tomorrow’s problem. Andrei opens his arms and you step in between his legs, resting your forearms on his shoulders. He leans forward and rests his forehead in the valley between your breasts, breathing softly. Another yawn works it’s way through your body and you shift, pushing Andrei back on the bed and climbing up with him. “I really need to sleep,” you sigh, your eyelids getting heavy again.

Andrei nods, looking tired himself. You both climb under the covers on your usual sides of the bed - Andrei closer to the door and you closer to the window - and lie down facing each other. You trace Andrei’s features with your index finger, running over his jaw line, forehead, and the line of his nose. His eyes flutter shut at your touch and his hand reaches for you, landing on your hip and pulling you close. You tuck your head under his chin, trailing your fingers over the column of his neck and feeling the stubble that’s there. “I love you, solnyshka,” he says quietly, his chest vibrating under your body.

“I love you,” you sigh, curling up close to him and falling asleep within minutes.

You wake up late the next morning, sunlight streaming brightly around the cracks of the curtains. Stretching out your entire body, you realize Andrei’s still asleep too. He must be exhausted since usually he’s up well before you. He’s flat on his back, arm thrown over his face, and sheet tented over his lap. Andrei’s mouth is a little open and he’s snoring softly - looking adorable while he’s at it. You reach for your phone, planning on taking a picture - the first picture of your husband (!) that you’ll take on your own phone - but when the screen lights up, you catch sight of the time and wince. It’s nearly noon, which would be late in the day normally, but your parents planned a day-after-the-wedding lunch for the guests staying at the hotel, scheduled to start at one. You both need showers and to change, so you drop your phone in the covers and smooth a hand over Andrei’s stomach, gliding it up over his pecs and curling it around the back of his neck before cupping his cheek, scratching your nails into his stubble.

“Drei, baby, time to get up,” you murmur, leaning down and pressing kisses to his chest and shoulder. “We have lunch in an hour.”

He grumbles - the only time he’s not a bouncing ball of energy and positivity is the few minutes right before he’s fully awake - and turns his head so he can press his cheek fully into your palm. “No,” he mumbles into your skin. “Nyet, do obeda. Ostavat'sya v posteli.”

He does that too, revert to Russian in his sleep. You brush your nose against his cheek. “I don’t know what that means beyond ‘nyet’ so whatever you said isn’t going to stop me,” you laugh a little.

Andrei cracks one eye open and squints at you. His lips curl up in a lazy smile and his hand lands on your waist. “I said,” he sighs, “no to lunch. Let’s stay in bed.”

You let him pull you against his side even as you’re shaking your head, which is a mistake because that seems to trigger your hangover. You press your lips together and wait for a minute before continuing, “we have two and a half weeks in Greece to relax and stay in bed, let’s go see everyone and eat because I’m starving.”

“I’ll order room service,” Andrei jokes, waking up and sitting up to kiss you.

“I want to see how hungover everyone is,” you giggle. “And you know what they say, happy wife, happy life.”

He swats at your ass a little when you roll away from him, laughing, and climb out of bed. You wiggle your ass in his direction playfully, “your wife wants you to join her in the shower, aren’t you going to make me happy?”

“That I can do,” Andrei promises, getting out of bed and wrapping his arms around your waist to carry you into the shower.

Of course, the shower takes twice as long as it should and by the time you get dressed - casually because once you opened the blinds, the afternoon North Carolina sunlight had nearly blinded you and caused a headache to form right between your eyes and nausea to roll your stomach - you’re running late to your own celebratory lunch. Andrei’s fingers play with the tie straps on your sundress as you head downstairs and you lean against him heavily. “I don’t understand how you don’t get hungover,” you mumble. “It’s unconscionable.”

He chuckles, chest vibrating against your back. “I’m bigger and Russian,” he shrugs, all the explanation you’re going to get. Truthfully, you just think he didn’t have as much to drink as you did. Even during the off-season, Andrei isn’t that big of a partier.

Once you get down to the hotel’s dining space, it’s all you can do not to laugh. The room is split into two camps - the older relatives who checked out by the end of the main reception and the friends and younger relatives that had partied with you at the after-party. The adults look tired, but happy, and your friends look like death warmed up.

Brady’s cradling his head in his hands while Gracia nudges toast in front of him. Pyotr has his head pillowed on his arms on the table. Geno has his sunglasses on inside and you spot Elena pointing him out to your mom and laughing, shaking her head at him. Jordan’s nursing a mug of coffee and you spot your best friends taking a carafe of coffee directly from the waiter and setting it on the table in front of them.

“Rough night?” You giggle, pressing your fingers to your temple at the spike of pain. The girls look up at you with bloodshot eyes.

Tia groans, “who challenges Russian hockey players to a drinking contest?”

“A moron, that’s who,” Kate murmurs, her voice nearly gone from scream-singing.

“Who’d you challenge?” Andrei asks, munching on a piece of bacon. You look at his food with a jealous eye and he holds out the half-eaten strip for you. You take a bite gratefully and chew while you wait for Tia’s answer.

She wrinkles her nose. “Who didn’t I challenge is the question, but I finally tapped out against Pyotr and Geno.”

“It was impressive,” Geno mumbles, holding his hand up for Tia to slap in a high-five.

“Party of the year, Svechy,” Brady grins. “But fuck, I’m gonna feel this hangover for a week.”

Andrei smirks at his friend and says, “good thing it’s off-season.”

Your mom calls you both over and you wind your way amongst the tables, leaving your hungover friends to recover. Andrei’s hand is warm against your lower back as you head across the room, his fingers splayed out.

“Honey,” your mom pats your hip when you reach her side, “I think you could use a little make-up, right here.” She waves her hand in the general area of her neck and you flush, knowing she means the hickeys Andrei sucked into your skin the night before.

“I, um, I’ll take that into consideration,” you stammer, even as Andrei sniggers behind your back. You swing your leg back, kicking your heel into his shin, and he just wraps his arms around your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder.

Shooting the parents a wide and innocent, but sincere, smile, he says, “thank you, all of you, for helping us have the best wedding yesterday. We appreciate it very much.”

Your mother’s attention is now on her new son-in-law and not the marks on your neck. She smiles at him, “it was more than our pleasure. You two deserve it.”

“And especially the vacation,” Elena chimes in. “It’s well-earned.”

It definitely is. Andrei’s fresh off a Stanley Cup victory and you’re fresh off the stress of planning a wedding around the playoffs. You can’t wait to soak up the Mediterranean sun and have sex with your husband in between delicious meals. Your flight leaves the next afternoon and you’re more than ready to get going.

The parents release you back to your friends and lunch becomes a fun, lazy affair, a continuation of the after-party, where it’s revealed that Kate and Pyotr had hooked up in the hotel’s garden and half the team had lost money on that bet.

Eventually, you’re gently kicked out of the dining hall and your parents come up to the honeymoon suite to take both of your dresses to be cleaned and preserved for you while you’re in Greece. Elena and Igor take Andrei’s tux and put it in their car along with the three other tuxes belonging to your dad, Igor, and Geno. They’ve kindly volunteered to return them so it’s one less thing for Andrei to worry about when you get back.

Geno unloads Andrei’s honeymoon suitcase from his car, setting it next to yours in the back corner of the suite where it’s been since the morning of the wedding. You’re getting another night in the hotel before you leave for Greece, so all the luggage had to be brought with you. Not that it matters really, you’ve been packed for a week, beyond excited for the trip, and you’d packed most of Andrei’s stuff too. “What do you have in here?” Geno asks, teasing. “All of your hair products?”

Andrei raises an eyebrow at his brother and deadpans, “sex toys.”

You giggle while Geno processes for a few silent seconds before cracking into his trademark missing-toothed grin. He laughs loudly and cups Andrei’s face in his hands, squeezing his little brother’s cheek’s together. “You’re a little shit,” he shakes his head affectionately, “you know that?”

“Learned from the best,” Andrei mumbles, trying to smile while Geno is squishing his face.

The rest of the day and the next morning passes in a blur of last minute preparation, couples massages, and sex on every surface of the honeymoon suite. You put the shower bench to particularly good use.

Finally, after a quick lunch, you’re on the way to the airport, vibrating with excitement in the back seat. “I can’t believe we’re going to be completely and totally off the grid,” you sigh, closing your eyes and thinking about it. You’d decided against an international plan and are keeping your phones on airplane mode the entire trip, save for a few minutes at the end of the day when you’ll connect to hotel WiFi to check in with your parents. “It’s going to be so nice.”

“I’m just looking forward to spending time with you,” Andrei says sweetly, kissing your cheek.

Your flight ends up delayed for two hours, meaning more time to people-watch in the airport. Andrei gets bored sitting around and does laps, reporting back that he found no less than four Auntie Anne’s pretzel shops. “And you didn’t bring me cinnamon sugar pretzel nuggets?” You shake your head. “Bad start to the marriage.”

He does another lap and brings you the nuggets along with a lemonade, stealing a few pretzels from the cup before he hands them over.

Once you’re on the plane - first class(!) - Andrei takes both of your carry-ons and stows them away, letting you have the first shift in the window seat. You’ve learned over the past few years of dating that you both love the window seat, but Andrei would rather sit there during touchdown and you like it during takeoff, which makes it easy to switch off.

After takeoff, you get comfortable in your seat, kicking off your sneakers and folding your legs up on the seat. Andrei stretches out his legs and crosses them at the ankle, grinning when he sees you aiming your phone at him for a picture and throwing up a thumbs-up. Picture taking and documenting memories in scrapbooks is one of your love languages and Andrei learned early on how to be an Instagram husband, to pose for shots, and to always be aware that you’re taking candids.

“Make sure you save your boarding pass,” you say. “It’s going in the honeymoon scrapbook.”

He holds the slip of paper up in between his index and middle fingers, smirking, “whatever you say, wife.”

“Excellent,” you lean over the armrest and kiss him softly.

The flight attendant comes by with drinks and catches you kissing Andrei. “Aren’t you two adorable?” She comments, handing Andrei a water and you a ginger ale (it just tastes different on a plane).

You can’t help yourself and burst out, “we’re on our way to Greece for our honeymoon!”

“Well!” She beams, clapping her hands. “That’s so exciting! I wish you both a long and happy marriage.”

You thank her, Andrei chiming in at the same time.

The flight is uneventful. Andrei falls asleep almost immediately, since he’s so used to plane travel, and you know to wake him up for snacks and meal service. You’ve never been able to sleep on a plane, too excited and eager to enjoy the experience, so you find a movie to watch. Over the seven hours, you watch Top Gun and cry when Goose dies, Ghostbusters: Afterlife and cry when Harold Ramis’s character appears as a ghost or vision or whatever at the end, and The Parent Trap. You don’t cry during that one, but that’s mostly because you’ve seen it so many times and you’re desensitised.

Andrei stirs a little, waking up for dinner and to tease you about crying over old movies. You wrinkle your nose at him and he holds your hand when he falls back asleep.

You booked the trip through a Greek travel company, which means literally everything was taken care of including all transfers to and from the airport and the different hotels and islands, so all you have to do when you land, is gather your luggage and find the man holding up the SVECHNIKOV placard. Andrei drags the one large checked suitcase and his carry-on behind him, his backpack secure on his back. You’re left with your rolling carry-on and the old Jansport you’re using as a personal item for travel purposes.

“Mr and Mrs Svechnikov?” The man smiles at them. “I am James, I will drive you to the hotel.” He takes the suitcase from you and tries to take one from Andrei, but your husband is firm that he’ll pull his own suitcase. You traipse along behind both men, still taking in the sights and sounds of the Athens airport.

The heat hits you the second you step foot outside, a warm wall that has you sweating witching a few feet. The sun is bright and the air feels thick. You slide your sunglasses over your face and push up the sleeves of your travel sweatshirt, grinning like a fool at Andrei. He shares your smile, looking around at the mountainous surroundings.

It’s about a half-hour drive to the hotel and you find yourself dozing, leaning against Andrei’s arm, as you drive. The time difference and lack of sleep over the past few days are catching up to you. The warm of Andrei’s body next to yours isn’t helping. But after your little nap, you feel refreshed when you get to the hotel. So refreshed that you immediately drop the bags off and start exploring the neighborhood. Andrei holds your hand as you walk, taking in the vibrant surroundings and the smells of amazing food. You bounce on the balls of your feet every time you spot a stray cat and squeal when you stumble on the Acropolis.

“Oh my god, Drei!” You grin. “We’re actually here. Like we’re actually, really in Greece on our honeymoon.”

He laughs and kisses you. “I know, solnyshka. It feels like a dream.”

The entire trip is a dream. You get up early the next morning and hike up the slope of the Parthenon to see the Acropolis. It’s hot, but beautiful. You looks around in awe, overwhelmed by the history and architectural work. Andrei asks a couple if they’ll take a photo of the two of you and he pulls you into his arms, holding you against his side and smiling widely for the picture. You lean up to kiss his cheek for another photo.

By the time you start the walk back down, it’s even hotter and the crowds are getting out of control. Andrei is at your back, keeping a watch as you go down the marble steps. Once you get to the bottom, you get two frozen lemonades, plain for Andrei and strawberry for you, and lean against a nearby wall to suck them down and cool off.

“There’s so much history here,” you say, looking around. “It’s just so cool! I mean, to think that the Acropolis was built so many hundreds of years ago and it’s still standing.”

“Nerd,” he teases you affectionately.

After a few days in Athens, you’re shuffled off to the ferry via car service early in the morning. It’s still dark when you get in line to board and you’re wrapped in a sweatshirt while you lean on the big suitcase. Andrei’s hand is warm on your back and your legs tingle a little, still sore from the marathon sex you’ve been having. You sip at your coffee, enjoying just how strong the Greek coffee is. “We definitely need to bring some of this coffee back home,” you say, holding your cup up for Andrei to have a sip.

“A cup of this before a game and I’m flying,” he agrees.

“You could use that, old man,” you tease him, nudging his foot with yours and he smacks at your ass a little.

“Brat.”

You smirk at him. “Guess you’ll have to punish me, then.”

Andrei’s eyes darken in the dim light, but before he gets the chance to say anything, the line starts moving and there’s an announcement that boarding is happening. You shuffle along, Andrei’s hand reaching out to pinch your ass, making you yelp. When you look back at him, he just smiles innocently.

The ferry ride to Naxos from Athens isn’t very long, just about four hours, but it’s long enough for you both to get in quick naps once you find your seats. Andrei has his legs propped up on the suitcase, keeping it close, and your lips tilt up at the sight of him with his head back and his baseball cap over his face. You snap a picture.

Naxos is gorgeous, but your hotel is smack in the middle of nowhere and has an outdated 70s vibe that makes you think of murder motels. It’s an uncharitable thought because everyone is so nice and polite, especially when they find out you’re celebrating your honeymoon. The beach is a thirty minute walk in one direction and the town is more than an hour’s walk in the other. You manage to figure out the bus system and are on the beach, laying on side-by-side lounge chairs in under an hour. The water is too gorgeous to be real and it’s warm enough that you don’t have to tentatively step in and get used to it.

The days pass by in a blur of sun and sand, picnics packed for lunch, and in one memorable afternoon, a stumble on a nude beach.

“Oh my god!” You yelp, eyes going wide. “We have to turn around.”

Andrei’s laughing so hard he can’t speak, averting his eyes from looking directly at all the old people baring it all. You cover your eyes on the side like you’re wearing blinders and speed walk back in the direction of your chairs. “Solnyshka,” Andrei calls after you, still laughing, “it’s natural! What if I decided to strip down? Would you run away from me?”

“No!” You smother a horrified laugh. “But you’re my husband and your balls don’t hang down to your ankles. It’s not exactly a hardship to look at your naked body, Andrei!”

“Well that’s good to hear,” he deadpans. A smirk cracks his facade and he starts to giggle again. “You just looked so horrified.”

“They’re old! And wrinkled! And their skin is like leather - has no one heard of moisturiser?” You shake your head, planning on rubbing in another layer of sunscreen when you’re back at your chairs.

Dinner is usually a relaxed affair, sitting at some taverna by the water, plates of appetizers covering the table. You have a Greek salad with every meal, thoroughly enjoying the feta and fresh tomatoes. Naxos is known for their cheese, so you order a cheese platter one night and share approximately two pieces with Andrei, fighting each other with your forks. He distracts you, pointing over your shoulder and exclaiming that he sees dolphins, and when you look over to see nothing, he pulls the cheese plate to himself and protectively encircles his arms around it, laughing when you start tugging at his hands. There’s this amazingly bright beet dip - a perfect magenta pink and so addictive with the grilled pita bread.

“I could marry this dip,” you moan.

Andrei raises an eyebrow. “I could be okay with polygamy.”

After Naxos, you take the ferry to Paros - just an hour on the boat and you’re in a completely different location. It’s amazing how efficient the ferries are and how civilized the whole process is. You get to keep your luggage the whole time and since seats are assigned on your ticket, no one fights for a seat.

Paros is a gorgeous island. Similar in size to Naxos, but more built up. Your hotel is magical - a true five star - with palm trees by the pool and perfectly manicured grounds. There are hot pink flowers everywhere and you breathe in the fresh air, feeling like a different person.

“I love this place,” you sigh, stretching out on a lounger next to the pool. Andrei toasts you with his drink, something in a coconut that he’d never normally order at home.

“Top hotel so far,” he says, tucking one hand behind his head, making his bicep pop. He’s been running in the mornings, to counterbalance the food you’ve been eating. But he’s also been so relaxed, which is something you’re glad to see. The last few years have been a lot on him - his ACL injury that had led to a shortened season when he returned followed by the deep playoff run leading to the eventual Stanley Cup. He needed a minute to unwind.

He reaches out over the distance between your chairs and wiggles his fingers at you. You reach your own hand out and let him lace your fingers together. Unfairly, he’s tanner than you are, his skin turning a nice golden brown under the Greek sun. Andrei’s thumb traces over your knuckles.

Neither of you say anything, just enjoying the company and quiet.

The beach is a two minute walk from your hotel, so in the afternoons, you make your way over there with just your towels to swim in the sea. You’re actually addicted to the Mediterranean now and have no idea how you’re going to go back to swimming in the Atlantic. There’s some cliffs around the beach and Andrei eggs you on to climb them and jump off.

You’re a chicken when it comes to stuff like that, but with Andrei encouraging you, and screaming all the way down, you jump from a decently high cliff. The adrenaline rush is unparalleled and Andrei enthusiastically responds when you jump into his arms, kissing him hungrily. With the buoyancy from the salt water helping, Andrei carries you into a secluded cove, shadowed by the cliffs you had just jumped off of. He presses you against the rocks, scraping your back, and twists his fingers in the ties of your bikini bottoms.

His fingers edge under the fabric and you squirm, wanting him to touch you. “Come on, Drei,” you urge him. “Touch me, please.”

“Anyone could swim by, zhena,” he murmurs against your neck, licking at the drying salt.

“Not if,” you gasp, letting your head fall back as Andrei licks and bites your neck. “Not if you’re fast.”

He hums against your skin, still toying with the fabric of your bottoms. Your legs are wrapped around his waist and you can feel the hard heat of his cock pressing into you. You grind down against him and he bites your shoulder in a little warning. “You like this?” He asks, slipping his index finger under your bathing suit and letting the tip of it tease at your swollen folds. The cool water laps around you, keeping your temperature down. “You want people to see you, my love? You want them to see me give you my fingers, see how many of them you can take?”

“I…yes…Andrei, please,” you whine, heels kicking against his back while you clench around the tip of his finger. “I…more… pozhaluysta.”

It’s a dirty trick, using your limited Russian, because you know he finds nothing hotter. Andrei slips two fingers inside of you and crooks them, forcing a cry from your throat. You press one hand against your lips to muffle your noises as he fucks you with his fingers, adding a third after only a few seconds. “You wanted this, my love,” he rasps, “don’t be quiet.”

“Andrei,” you whine his name, toes curling. Your hand fists in his hair and he hisses a little when you tug. His fingers are thick and rough inside of you and it doesn’t take too much longer before you’re clenching around then and coming on his hand. “Fuck,” you mutter, going boneless in his arms.

“Good girl,” Andrei praises you, kisses your shoulder. “I think it’s time for a nap.”

Your eyelids flutter and he carries you through the water back to your towels. Your legs are jelly underneath you, but you wrap yourself in your towel, pressing against his body to feel his erection press into your lower stomach. “You know,” you murmur, “there’s a hammock on the patio of our room.”

Andrei raises an eyebrow at you. “We have a good time in hammocks,” he says slowly.

Agreeing, you continue, “and the bathtub in the room is very, very big. Probably big enough for, say a 6’2” Russian and his brand new wife.”

“We should test that out,” he says, seriously, nudging you through the sand and back to the road leading to your hotel.

Turns out the tub isn’t quite big enough for the both of you and more water splashes over the sides than stays in, but you giggle your way through a bath that’s more groping than anything. The olive oil soap is a nice amenity, getting you both extra slick and slippery - which does eventually result in you banging your knee against the side of the tub, but it’s worth it when Andrei kisses the spot, working his way up your inner thigh.

After the bath, you dry each other off and roll around on the bed, making out and touching each other, but not really doing much more. It’s been a long trip and you’d like to be able to walk at the end of it. You order loukoumades - Greek doughnuts soaked in honey syrup and dusted with cinnamon - from room service and curl up on Andrei’s lap out on the patio to enjoy the warm night and the sweet treat.

Andrei feeds you a doughnut and you purposefully suck his fingers into your mouth when you take a bite. He raises an eyebrow at you and you giggle. “You know,” you say quietly, enjoying the peaceful evening, “one day, I’d like to bring our kids back here. Be the annoying parents that talk about their honeymoon and show their kids all the amazing sights and restaurants.”

“That would be nice,” Andrei replies, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Rent a villa and let them run around in the sun. We should have them learn Greek too, that way someone can translate.”

“Can you imagine?” You grin, leaning back against his chest. “Little babies running around switching between English, Russian, and Greek? They’ll be the smartest kids is Raleigh.”

“And the cutest too, probably.” He nuzzles his nose against the side of your neck. “As long as they look like you.”

Warmth floods your stomach, thinking about a little gang of Svechnikov babies. In your imagination, they look like Andrei, his warm brown eyes and that dimple. You curl closer against him, daydreaming about that future.

Your last island is Santorini and you’re actually spending the least amount of time here, just four and a half days before you fly back to Athens for an overnight stay before leaving for home again. Santorini is gorgeous, but it’s definitely the most crowded of the islands and the most touristy. The blue domes against the white washed buildings are beautiful and the sunsets are as gorgeous as promised. But, after the slower paced Naxos and Paros, you find yourself getting a little cranky with the crowds of Santorini.

“I think you need an ice cream,” Andrei says, guiding you towards one of the many ice cream shops. “You’re getting that hangry look in your eyes.”

“These people just don’t move!” You grumble, following him. “It’s so crowded and if they all stop in the middle of the path…” You throw your hands up in exasperation.

“She’ll have the kataifi,” Andrei says to the woman behind the counter, ignoring you, “and I’ll have the chocolate hazelnut.”

Your ice cream order’s been fairly standard over the past few days in Santorini - the kataifi ice cream is cinnamon-y and sweet and has chunks of the crunchy kataifi phyllo and nuts mixed it. You take the cone and happily tear into it, already feeling a little better as you cool off. Andrei takes his cone and pays, joining you against the wall of the shop. You’re busy keeping your ice cream from melting all over your hands and so when Andrei leans over and licks from the edge of your jaw to your earlobe, you’re so startled you nearly drop the cone entirely.

“Andrei!” You yelp, turning on him with wide eyes. “What the —“

He smirks at you and points at the opposite wall where a blue neon sign proclaims ‘it’s not going to lick itself.’ You blink at the sign briefly and then start giggling. “Just doing what the sign tells me,” he says innocently.

“I don’t think that’s what it means,” you murmur, flicking your gaze down to the front of his shorts.

“You can lick that later,” Andrei promises, grinning. He licks his ice cream scoop very deliberately, flattening his tongue around the scoop and swirling it. Your cheeks flush and you bump his hip with yours. He captures your hand and squeezes, tugging you out of the shop and back into the packed streets.

You wander a little more, popping into a jewelry store where you immediately spot two puppies playing and squat down to play with them. Andrei disappears for a minute, but you’re too distracted to realize he even left until he’s back, hovering over you, asking, “ready to get going?”

“Where’d you go?” You ask, giving the dogs one more pet each before standing up and taking Andrei’s hand.

He waves his other hand, “just around. Looking at souvenirs.”

“Okay,” you squint at him a little suspiciously, but don’t question it. “I think we’ve covered everyone actually, unless you want to get anything else for your parents.” The entirety of one of your carry-on suitcases is dedicated to souvenirs, and there’s spill over into the big suitcase, so you’re kind of hoping Andrei’s done with gifts.

He shakes his head, “I think I’m good.” He smirks at you, “besides, we don’t have any more luggage room, right?”

“You do listen to me!” You laugh.

“Of course,” he kisses your knuckles. “Happy wife, happy life, right?”

Your last day on Satorini is spent on the volcanic black sand beach, relaxing and fooling around in the sea. “I’m going to miss this,” you say, toes skimming the sand while you float in the deep water.

“Let’s come back next year,” Andrei suggests, tipping his face back to the sun. “Another two weeks, there’s hundreds of islands we haven’t seen.”

You find yourself getting a little emotional. “Yeah,” you whisper, emotion clogging your throat, “that would be nice. But it would just be a vacation, it wouldn’t be another honeymoon.”

“No,” Andrei floats over to you and kisses you softly, “it won’t be. But it’ll be a good first anniversary trip.” He kisses your cheek. “Or maybe a trip to celebrate a pregnancy.”

“I love you,” you whisper, wiping at your face. “This has been the best trip, Drei. Honestly. I can’t wait to take a million more.” You loop your arms around his neck and his arms come around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

“You made it the best trip,” he says, dimple popping. “There’s no one else I’d rather spend two and a half weeks island hopping with or getting lost on the way to the beach with. I wouldn’t stop whenever someone else pointed out a stray cat or dog, just you, solnyshka.”

You snort a laugh, “you’re really angling for me to lick something, aren’t you?”

“Well,” Andrei smirks, the sun glinting off of his tanned skin and his brown eyes twinkling, “I wouldn’t say no to a little licking.”

There’s a lot of licking on your last night in Santorini and you both sleep in the next morning, enjoying a lazy start to the day and getting breakfast delivered to your room so you can pack and eat on your own time. The flight back to Athens is only an hour - you spent longer going through security and waiting to board than actually in the air.

You’re only in Athens overnight before you have to leave for the airport at 11, so you make the most of it, wandering around and getting a little bit lost before having a final dinner in a romantic little taverna. Andrei passes a little jewelry box across the table to you while you wait for dessert.

“What’s this?” You trace a finger over the box.

“A present,” he smiles.

“You already gave me a pretty good present,” you hold up your left hand, flashing your engagement ring and wedding band.

He laughs a little. “I know. But this one is to remember Greece.”

You look at him, shaking your head a bit, and pop open the box to find a cross that looks exactly like his, but smaller. “Andrei,” you look back up at him, “this is - it’s just like yours.”

You know Greek and Russian Orthodox are under the same umbrella and Andrei had poked his head into a few churches, doing the cross and dropping a few euros to light candles. You’d gotten married Russian Orthodox and even though it’s your own background, your family was far enough removed from being in Russia that religion wasn’t a major aspect of your life growing up.

“I saw it the other day,” he says. “And you don’t have to wear it, but I thought it might be nice. For us to have matching crosses.” He pauses. “For yours to be a memory of the honeymoon.”

You’re halfway to tears as you’re pulling the chain from the box and clasping it around your neck. “Why are you the most thoughtful, sentimental man in the world?” You lean over the table, the cross around your neck swaying and bumping your chest, and cup his face in your hands to kiss him deeply. “I love it and I love you.”

Andrei’s cheeks are a little pink when you sit back down. He shrugs one shoulder. “I wanted you to have a little piece of me too, when I’m traveling.”

“I’m not taking it off, Drei,” you murmur, tracing your fingers over the cool metal. His own chain is just barely visible under the collar of his shirt and you eye it. “We’re clearly going to have to come back and get more for the future Svechnikov babies.”

He laughs and catches your hand, kissing your palm. “Whatever you want, zhena. Whatever you want.”

A warm breeze carries through the street and it’s the perfect night to end your honeymoon.

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A/n* they had the wedding in Bunny's hometown

He can't stop smiling. Even as the night winds down and people start saying their goodbyes. The DJ starts playing slow songs again and he has his face buried in Bunny's hair as they sway together on the dancefloor. He feels her sigh and lean into him and his arms tighten around her.

"You ready to go?" He mutters against her temple, pulling away to look down at her.

"Our flight isn't until almost 10 am tomorrow," She pouts, trying to snuggle back into him.

"Jack pulled some strings and got us a private jet, we could leave within the next hour," He says, "Says that's his present."

She hums and he can tell she's tired.

"It'll be late by the time we get to the hotel, but you can sleep on the plane, and when we get up we can go to the pool," He tries, and she can hear the grin in his voice, "Or we can spend the day in our room... Having our own fun?"

She tilts her head up to look at him, "I'd rather have a pool day than wake up early to catch a plane."

"Alright then," He pulls her in for a quick kiss, "I'll go call our pilot, you should go change."

She whines slightly when he pulls away and his step falters.

"I'll be right back," He chuckles.

°•°•°•°•°•°

By the time they make it onto the jet it's 10 pm. Bunny had been up since 6 am, and she's basically falling asleep standing up.

Once they take off she's out, it doesn't take long before he's asleep too, her tucked under under his arm, head leaning on hers.

Daniel is admittedly a little lost when they arrive in Orlando, but thankfully Bunny used to have a yearly trip to Universal with her mom and brother when she was younger and knows exactly where to go and how to get there.

Her excitement is keeping her awake on the ride to the hotel, it's 1 am and they're the only ones on the bus, thankfully they run at all hours. Daniel on the other hand is basically clinging to her in their seats, half asleep, trying to get a few more snuggles.

Once they get to the hotel and she finally manages to persuade him off the bus with cuddles in bed, they shuffle inside. She's incredibly happy Daniel called ahead to tell them they would be checking in at such an unusual time.

"Welcome to the Royal Pacifc Dr. And Mrs.- No!" The man behind the desk gaps, "No, that's impossible, you can't possibly be one of our honeymooners, dear Alberta we haven't seen you in ages!"

"Raleigh!" Daniel flinches slightly when his wife squeals and scurries up to the desk, "I've missed you! I didn't know you still worked here!"

"And where else would I be?" He smiles, taking her hands, "You're married?"

"I'm married!"

"Oh my god, it seems like just yesterday you were here for the first time for your 16th birthday."

Daniel watches the two chat for a while before smiling at the ground and hugging Bunny from behind.

"And affectionate," Raleigh comments with a little smirk, "You two must be exhausted after such a big day."

He types away at the keyboard before grabbing their room keys, "Why don't I show you to your room?"

They follow him into one of the Tower 1 elevators, "I don't know what you two do for work, but someone very high up in the government called and upgraded your room."

"What?"

Before he has time to answer their standing in front of the double doors leading to the Presidential Suite.

"What?!"

He gives them a brief tour of their accommodations before leaving them to their own.

Daniel all but collapses onto the sectional, reaching for his wife, "Cuddle time?"

"Not here baby, let's go to the bed." She says softly and he groans when she tries to pull him to his feet, "I know, I'm a mean, awful witch. C'mon."

When he finally has her wrapped in his arms, snuggled in the king bed, he's not letting her go. He clings to her in his sleep, burying his nose into the crook of her neck.

°•°•°•°•°•°•°

It's well past noon by the time they wake up, neither willing to move, completely content in each other's arms.

"Good morning, Mrs. Jackson," he smiles, moving her hair out of her face and pressing his lips to hers.

"Afternoon," she smiles back, fingers lightly stroking the side of his face.

"Mrs. Jackson," he mutters again, there are stars in his eyes, "My wife... I'm married to you."

"Yep," she pops the 'p' and leans in to kiss him, "You're stuck with me."

"There's no one else I would rather be stuck with," he murmurs against her lips, "Everything about you just makes me wanna-"

She squeaks, laughing when he pulls her on top of him, "Maybe now, my beloved Alberta, we can start on the fun parts? Get this honeymoon started?"

"I could think of no better way to-..." He frowns when her smile fades and she whispers the words, "Oh no."

"Bunny?" He watches her hurry to the bathroom, "Bunny?!"

"Oh- fuck me!" She groans, followed by a timid, "Daniel...?"

"What's wrong, dove?" He's outside the bathroom door, worry lacing his voice.

"Could you..." she clears her throat, "Could you get me my toiletries bag from my suitcase?"

"Uh... yeah," he starts rummaging through her things until he finds it, handing it to her through the cracked door, "Are you okay?"

"I um... I'm fine," she sounds upset.

"Do you need me to come in or-"

"No no, I'm okay, I'll be out in a minute."

The moment she steps out of the bathroom Daniel's hands are on her shoulders and he's looking her over, "What happened?"

"I-..." she sighs, leaning into him. She buries her face in his chest, "I got my period."

"Is that all?" He let's out an exasperated chuckle, wrapping his arms around her, "You scared me there."

"'M Sorry."

"It's okay Bunny-"

"No," she pulls away, looking up at him, "I'm sorry."

"Don't-... Don't do that," he shakes his head and cups her face, lightly kissing her nose, "You have nothing to apologize for."

"Yeah well it's our honeymoon, and I tried to plan around this," she steps away, arms waving as she talks, "but now I'm early, so we can't-"

"That's enough," he groans, grasping her arms and shutting her up with a kiss, "Come on now, you know I don't care about that. So what if we don't have sex for a few days? As long as you're okay, I'm okay."

She nods, resting her forehead in the crook of his neck.

"That's my girl," he hugs her tight before leaning back, "Pain meds, pizza, and movies?"

"Only if I get cuddles too," she pouts.

"What my princess wants," he lifts her into his arms bridal style, "My princess will get."

"Okay Romeo," she laughs, "As perfect as this sounds I need to change."

He hesitantly sets her down and gestures towards the living room, "I'll go order room service."

He moves to leave, but stops in the doorway, before turning back, striding towards her and kissing her forehead, "I'll go uh... I'll go call for food."

He gives her space to change, calling the room service line and ordering way too much food, pizza, champagne, chocolate covered strawberries, the works.

"There you are, beautiful," he motions her over to the couch with open arms when she shuffles out of the bedrooms in a pair of fluffy pajama pants and one of his sweaters, "Come here and let me kiss it better."

"There we go, nice and close," he pulls her against his chest, "Food should be here soon."

"Yay! Oo-" She smiles, wincing at cramp, "... Ow..."

"Aww, Bunny," He kisses her head and rubs her back, "Let's watch Addams Family, huh?"

"That sounds nice," she mutters against his neck.

"Mmmm- wait! One more thing."

She whines when he slides her off him and stands, heading back into the bedroom, she hears shuffling and a zipper before he comes back out holding the extra comforter.

He wiggles his way back under her, throwing the blanket over them and holding her close, "Much better."

She hums happily, wrapped in his arms and the plush feel of the blanket.

They're nearly finished with the first episode of the day when there's a knock at the door.

"That'll be the food," he says as he tries to get up.

"Nooo," she whines, pulling him back into her arms, "'m comfy."

There's another knock, followed by a muffled 'Room Service'.

"I'm just getting the door Bunny," he laughs when she doesn't let go, "Don't you want food?"

She pouts up at him and he rolls his eyes, moving to pick her up, letting her wrap around him, comforter and all.

He opens the door after the third knock, the man on the otherside looking slightly confused at them.

"She's fine," he assures him, motioning him to come into the room, following behind, being careful to not trip on the blanket.

"Where would you like me to..."

"The coffee table, please," Daniel's eyes flicker to the mass in his arms when he feels her lips against his neck, a light, lingering kiss that made his face heat up, "Thanks."

He slumps back on the couch, her legs on either side of his when they're alone again, his hands softly tracing the curve of her ass.

"Clingy much?" He teases lightly, wrapping a bit of her hair around his finger and looking up at her with those bright blue eyes.

"I'm on my honeymoon," she pouts, leaning in to capture his lips, "I'm allowed to be clingy."

"Mm," he hums against her lips, squeezing her waist, "I like when you're clingy."

"Good, now what did you get?"

°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

Daniel reaches for the remote, turning off the movie they had switched to, looking to where his wife- His Wife, god is his heart gonna do that everytime he thinks about her like that? Anyways, where his wife lay with her head in his lap, her cheeks pink from the champagne. He runs his fingers across the flushed skin, freezing when she stirs slightly, her hand gripping his pant leg, the bright silver ring on her left ring finger catching the light.

As gently as he can, he slides her off him and starts cleaning up the living area. When he's done he gathers her in his arms and brings her to the bedroom.

Daniel Jackson taglist: @mysg1spacemonkey @sgcprometheus @i-am-morrigans-apprentice @malcolm-reeds-pineapple @witching-things @reeseykins @abnormalvampire64 @girl-obsessed-with-things @gatez @just-a-si-fi-nerd @ghostlyfanparadise @mysweetlittledesire @pleasantfankingdom @yungdoki @sun-ni-day @lilyevans1 @witchybitchy-7

[yessoupy]

i think i have to unstan harry styles.

best weekend of my life (so far)

it's been a week [a fucking year] and I still haven't posted my review. at this point y'all know the show was awesome. hannah is posting her pics after a week straight of actually working (let's take up a collection to hire hannah to go to harry shows and produce exclusive content for us, what do you say?). after a week [a YEAR] away from the harrie commune all I can say is.... I don't know if I can continue on this way without it. i might have to stop altogether. [somehow, i’ve made due.]

after the last show of the 2018 tour I had such a fierce feeling that I'd missed out on something I would have really loved. there was nothing to do for it, since it was my sister's wedding day, so I moved on pretty quickly. but I also made the decision that for harry's next tour, I was going to go all out.

my dudes, what a way to ring in the new era. [and present me needs to interject here that i think i knew that something was going to go horribly wrong in 2020. even with tickets in hand to such faraway shows as phoenix, denver, and raleigh, i could NOT book flights or hotels as late as february. i knew about coronavirus in late december because i was traveling abroad and acutely aware of travel warnings about wuhan province. and in early february we had our mardi gras party and franny showed up kind of sick and i hugged her but cautiously, mentally cataloguing her symptoms. so when it finally happened i think i was just ... resigned. and that’s why i wasn’t as upset as i would have been if nothing had changed from the time i started writing this review.]

this kind of show always seemed like something that happened to other people. getting the actual tickets was rather stressful (though not as stressful an experience as others had...) but once everything shook itself out i couldn’t even think about the weekend or else I’d implode. thank god for @chasm2018‘s organizational abilities. 

we missed a measles exposure at LAX by 2 days (bless). my first harrie commune™ experience of the weekend was riding the connections shuttle to pick up @papiermachecat at terminal 6 like she was a conquering hero (she is). we rode the connections shuttle to pick up @stylesinthewild and found a little table at starbucks in the baggage claim to wait for the bay area harries to arrive in their rented minivan full of goodies.

we piled in and hannah got us to our two hotel rooms, one with three queen beds, and somehow we got to the forum twice, once to buy pre-show merch and then the final time for the fine line show. we all dressed up and then took just ONE picture. one.

you know how the show went. i’m trying to cover ground that the squad hasn’t already posted [a YEAR AGO]

here is the note I DM'd to harry the next morning, which i think sums everything up nicely:

thank you for the show last night at the forum. I flew in from Houston and met up with friends from all over, only one of whom I'd gotten to hug in real life prior to yesterday. today we're sharing beds and toothpaste and fond memories. thank you for being you and bringing us all together. 💜

i don’t remember WHEN i sent it, maybe 3am, but later that day i took an uber to a vegan tattoo artist’s backyard studio to get a planned tattoo that @papiermachecat had sketched for me and my impulse tattoo of a fine line around my left wrist. while i was doing that, the squad finished up eating breakfast with other harries and then went to stand in the pop-up shop line.

you’ve heard the line stories. i fucking LOVE standing in a line for something because of the people you meet. in front of us we had a personal DJ who’d play what people wanted to hear and airdropped a picture of harry’s dick from WMYB. we’d break off in pairs to go to CVS or visit other people we knew in line. and this hasn’t been written about before, but one of those times hannah and i were walking around the block we saw some men standing by some cars near the entrance and we kind of stopped.... and i think at the same time realized who we were looking at ... and after looking around and realizing that no one else in the fucking line recognized jeff azoff hannah went in for the kill. we thanked him for taking such good care of harry, answered questions he had for us, thanked him again, i had the presence of mind at the end to tell him our names, and we took the pop-up shop merch menus that hadn’t been passed out to anyone yet, and then walked back to our spot in line silently, processing that moment. sometimes i’ll think about that conversation and get all warm and fuzzy thinking about that show and how well it went and how much LOVE there was for everything and harry and between all of us and it sustains me through a shitty, shitty pandemic day at work.

eventually we got through the line and got our merch and looked at all the things they had set up and after moving our reservation back we got to cafe habana to sit at a very familiar table and i took off my bandages to show my tattoos to everyone (to this day i regret not having the presence of mind to show jeff my brand new fine line tattoo, he would have loved it) and we ate and laughed and had the server take our picture and that’s probably what i miss most about the weekend, being in that place imbued with such silly meaning to us and all FEELING that gravity of where we were and being able to recognize it in each others’ eyes and smiles. perfect weather, amazing food, the best company.

the early morning saw our three queen room breaking up, and @papiermachecat left a single zyrtec in the middle of the room on the floor, bringing me to tears laughing even without her physical presence. @chasm2018 and i went to randy’s donuts (where we met up with @treatpeoplewithnice again) and GOD i want to eat donuts that good again. 

it was sad to leave LA that afternoon, wearing my new tpwk oversized hoodie. it wasn’t the last time i was around a big crowd of people, wasn’t even the last concert i attended before all of this happened (that was in vienna on december 30), but it was the last time i was going to be full of unbridled joy. that weekend was the real ode to joy.

we’ll get back to it, it’s just going to take some time.

@stylesinthewild, @papiermachecat, @greeneyesharry & emily, @treatpeoplewithnice, @aggresivelyfriendly, and @chasm2018: fine line forum squad forever in my heart. that weekend will always be so special to me for so many reasons and it wouldn’t have been the same without each and every one of you.

@accidentalharrie and @styloff - ONE of these times we’ll be in the same place for long enough to do more than hug and grin at each other.

@ferryboatpeak and @ticklefighthockey - it was great to meet you! and la who would have thought then our next meeting would be in the backyard of an airbnb sitting six feet apart because we don’t want to spread a disease?

to harry, who isn’t reading this but i need all of you who ARE to know my heart ... thank you for bringing these people into my life. this experience of being your fan has changed me in such profound ways that there’s really no way to express it. it’s less about you and more about those who love you like i do, and i love them. and you.

to jeff, thank you for taking such good care of harry and having his best interests at heart. 

to anne, thank you for raising such a good person and giving him to the world.

to camille, thank you for fine line. without you, that weekend doesn’t happen the way it did and i love that weekend. 

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SH Wedding ‘20. #SprouseSpouse

Lili and Cole planned this beautiful winter wedding with the help of all their friends. Their loved ones were involved on every level. The rose gold and muted brown scheme came together beautifully under the soft string lights in the barn and outside. The catering, wedding cake, and photography were all done by local venues to Raleigh, North Carolina. The flowers were arranged by the bridesmaids and the barn was paid for by the parents of the bride and groom. Every detail was thoughtfully put together from the lights on the ceiling to the bouquets. Thank you for attending this special day and we hope you have fun!

WEDDING DETAILS.

Wedding Venue - The Little Herb House in Raleigh, North Carolina.

Photographer/Videographer - Damon Baker.

Florist - Teacup Floral.

Cake - Gigi’s Cupcakes.

Catering - Donovan’s Dish.

DJ - Tu-Can Jamz with performances by KJ Apa + Taylor Swift.

WEDDING PLAYLIST.

1. Say You Won’t Let Go - James Arthur (violin cover by Daniel Chang) playing when processional order and Lili walks down the aisle.

2. Lover - performed by Taylor Swift live, first dance.

3. Classic - MKTO.

4. Perfect - Ed Sheeran.

5. Can’t Help Falling In Love (cover) - Haley Reinhart.

6. Somebody Like You - Keith Urban.

7. I Like Me Better - Lauv.

8. Then - Brad Paisley, performed live by KJ Apa.

9. I Want Crazy - Hunter Hayes. 

10. Hands to Myself - Selena Gomez.

11. Shut Up and Dance - WALK THE MOON.

12. Say You Won’t Let Go - James Arthur.

13. Speechless - Dan + Shay.

14. Fine By Me - Andy Grammer.

15. Love Her - Jonas Brothers.

16. Look What God Gave Her - Thomas Rhett.

And obviously the electric slide. ;)

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Local Tidewater VA Beer Festivals

UPCOMING BEER FESTS AND FESTIVAL FORECAST: Sat, Feb 23 - 6th Annual Bull & Oyster Roast, Hosted by Capt'n Crabby, 12 - 9:00 pm, Smartmouth Brewing Co., 1309 Raleigh Ave, Norfolk. Join Capt'n Crabby at the Annual Smartmouth Beer Bull & Oyster Roast! Enjoy awesome live music and an all You Can Eat Extravaganza! Tickets on sale soon and at the door! Email itscrabtastic@gmail.com to request your tickets! Sat, Mar 2 - Pillow Fight! Winter Beer Invitational, O’Connor Brewing Co., 12 - 6:00 pm, 211 W 24th St., Norfolk. Featuring the juiciest, pillowy beers from 20+ east coast breweries. Have you ever been to a beer festival so chill that you can literally show up in your pajamas? We’re hosting Pillow Fight, a craft beer festival featuring unlimited pours from some of the best breweries on the east coast. It’s our successor to last years Dazed & Consumed Virginia Brewery Invitational, but this time we’ve added PJs, DJs, all the hazy beers you could possibly dream of, and the nostalgic excitement we all once felt going to childhood sleepovers. Pillow Fight will be taking over the brewery for two sessions of amazing beer, tasty noms from local food vendors, DJs spinning lush vibes, and a bunch of people wearing their best onesies and pajamas: Session #1 - VIP 12:00-12:30 pm | GA 12:30-2:30 pm; Session #2 - VIP 3:30-4:00 pm | GA 4:00-6:00 pm. 25 VIP tickets per session | 200 General Admission tickets per session. The GA ticket is $35 and gets you entry to the festival, as well as a limited edition festival taster. The VIP ticket is $75 and gets you early access to the festival, access to our mezzanine area with 4 more VIP only beers (not available to General Admission ticket holders), and an exclusive swag bag with a limited edition commemorative glass, a 16oz can of our event-exclusive beer release, a limited edition trucker hat, and a Pillow Fight branded pillow case. Must be 21+ with a valid ID to get a wristband. No pets or strollers in the festival area please. Sun, Mar 3 - 43rd Annual VBVRS Oyster Roast and Craft Beer Festival, 1 - 5:00 pm, Hosted by Virginia Beach Volunteer Rescue Squad, Virginia Beach Convention Center, 1000 19th St., Virginia Beach. One of our favorite events, the annual Oyster Roast and Craft Beer Festival is the Virginia Beach Volunteer Rescue Squad’s largest fundraiser of the year! Don't miss all this fun... Raw, Roasted & Fried Oysters, Local Craft Beer, Exclusive Brew Crafted by Back Bay Brewing Co., Pungo Catering BBQ, Fried Chicken, Sides and Soft Drinks, Rescue Squad Demonstrations and Equipment, Silent and Live Auction + Raffles, Local Artisans + Children’s Activities, Live Music, Casino Tables, AND MORE! Get sponsorship or individual tickets today! Sat, Mar 9 - Shuckin Me Mollusk-4th Annual Oyster Roast, 2 - 6:00 pm, Commonwealth Brewing Company, 2444 Pleasure House Rd., Virginia Beach. Get your shuck on with us this year at Commonwealth with All You Can Eat OYSTERS (roasted & raw bar)! The Wampler Brothers Band will be serving up bluegrass jams from 4-6pm. We'll also have Pittsburgh's Best serving up their delicious eats. $30 ticket covers AYCE roasted and raw oysters from 2-6pm.  Tickets can be purchased in advance at Commonwealth Brewing Co or on the day of the event. Sat, Mar 16 - 2019 Ocean View Saint Patrick's Day Parade & Party, 10:00 am, Ocean View, Norfolk. The parade begins at Northside Middle School; from that point it travels North on Granby; turns left at A View Ave.; turns left on First View Street; and ends at the intersection of First View and Government Ave. On-street parking is available on most of the adjacent blocks along the parade route. Off-street parking is available at the Sarah Constant Beach Park, Ocean View Beach Park, and Ocean View Elementary. The parade after-party is thrown by the Columbian Club of Ocean View at 211 W. Government Ave. from 12-4 pm. There will be food, refreshments and live music. Free admission and open to the public. Come join the fun! Check us out on the web at: www.NorfolkParade.com Sat, Mar 16 - OBC's 9th Anniversary & St. Paddy's Day Celebration, 12 - 10:00 pm, O'Connor Brewing Co., 211 W 24th St., Norfolk. ...and just like that, our brewery is 9 years old! New brews, local food vendors, and live music? That's right, it's our anniversary and we're throwing ourselves a big party. Our specialty releases: Chocolate mint stout; Breakfast stout with cinnamon, maple and vanilla; PB & J stout. Of course, we'll have our Green Beer specials in addition to our ODIS Dry Irish Stout, a World Beer Cup gold medalist and a staple for any St. Pat's party. Live music by Hampton Roads' own: Donnaka, a native Irishman's rock n' roll one-man band; Esoteric Ramblers, local favorites singing beer-drinking music. Featured food trucks serving Irish-inspired menu items: Redwood Smoke Shack, slinging the best Texas-style 'que in Hampton Roads; Taste of Asia 757 with twists on your favorite dishes. This event will also be the official 2019 re-opening of our outdoor bar and beer garden, so plan on partying outside with us if the weather cooperates! Parking is limited, so please plan on biking, carpooling, or utilizing our friends at App A Cab, a Norfolk-based company.***To keep beer flowing and lines moving, we will not be pouring flights or fills. Thank you for understanding!*** Sat, Mar 30 - 2019 Kiss My Cask Festival, Hosted by Back Bay Brewing, 2 - 6:00 pm, Back Bay Brewing, 614 Norfolk Ave., Virginia Beach. Kiss My Cask is back and better than ever! Save the date for this year's Kiss My Cask Festival. Come and judge over 30 different local, regional and national breweries! There will be games, live music, delicious food trucks and of course a massive supply of beer! Pucker up, because this is going to be one hell of a festival. Tickets go on sale February 1st. Stay tuned for more details! Sat, Apr 13 - Smithfield Wine & Brew Fest Weekend, Windsor Castle Park, 11:00 am to 5:00 pm, Downtown Smithfield. Held the second Saturday in April, come celebrate our 7th anniversary! Experience everything that "Gen-u-Wine" Smithfield has to offer: Fabulous Dining, Hotel Packages, Friday Night Concerts, Shopping, Art Galleries/Studios, Walking Trails, Kayaking & The ?Best Fest in Coastal Virginia! Over 100 different types of wine & brew tastings, live music on three stages, fantastic food & retail vendors. ?21 & Up only. No infants/babies/pets. GENERAL ADMISSSION TICKET RELEASES: 1st Release: WED, FEB 20, 2019 AT 7:00 AM.  2nd Release: THURS, FEB 21, 2019 AT 8:00 PM  https://www.smithfieldvawinebrewfest.com/ Sat, Apr 27 - CoVa Battle of the Burgers 2019 Southside, Hosted by Coastal Virginia Magazine, 12 - 5:00 pm, Military Aviation Museum, 1341 Princess Anne Rd., Virginia Beach. Join Coastal Virginia Magazine as we invite local restaurants to the battle it out to become CoVa's Best Burger at the 2019 CoVa Battle of the Burgers. Last year Coastal Virginia Magazine hosted the inaugural Battle of the Burgers at the Military Aviation Museum in Virginia Beach, and crowned Coastal Virginia’s best burger. Local restaurants battled it out as they served slider-sized versions of burgers paired with refreshing Virginia craft beers. Attendees and food judges voted for their favorite burger after sampling sliders from several local eateries, and guests voted for their favorite craft brewery after tasting beers, served in a commemorative souvenir glass, from several regional breweries. Guests also enjoyed live music, fun games, and offerings from local vendors. http://www.coastalvirginiamag.com/ Sat, Apr 27 - YSC Spring Party, Hosted by VB Youth Service Club, 1 - 6:00 pm, Camp Pendleton, Birdneck Road, General Booth Blvd., Virginia Beach. Join us once again on the last Saturday of April and be part of raising $100,000 for Virginia Beach charities at our 48th annual Spring Party at Camp Pendleton. Some of the best food at any event around cooked by our members on site include pulled pork, BBQ chicken oysters and much much more. Live music, beer, wine, corn hole and all the good tmes you can possibly have make this the best event of the year. Save the date and get your tickets early. This event always sells out. Sun, May 5 - The Mariners’ Craft Beer Festival, 12 - 5:00 pm, The Mariners' Museum and Park, 100 Museum Dr., Newport News. Great beer, good food, and live music! The Seventh Annual Mariners’ Craft Beer Festival will feature craft beers in the unique setting of The Mariners’ Museum’s outdoor courtyards. Ticket Prices: General Admission Advance Tickets: $35 (through May 5); Day-of General Admission Tickets: $45; Museum Member: $30 (Advance tickets only, No member price day-of); Non-drinker tickets: $15. Tickets include 20 four-ounce craft beer tastings, a souvenir tasting glass, live music, beer talks by brewery representatives, and the day’s admission to The Mariners’ Museum! Non-drinker tickets include complimentary water but does not include a souvenir tasting glass. Food trucks will be onsite for an additional charge. Drink Happy - Be Safe Follow the blogs at: www.brew-n-rock-tidewater.blogspot.com or www.guapo-t-w.tumblr.com and follow the latest listings of local brew events on Facebook: www.facebook.com/groups/hamptonroadsbeerforum/

[tamsavage]

My grandfather was able to walk his baby girl down the aisle for her second wedding. They both were so happy that day. Happy Heavenly Birthday Granddaddy!!! Ellis Raleigh was a silent man but when he spoke … he meant it. He was the first person to expose me to hip hop as DJ Bald Eagle. I miss his humor and how he yelled while watching WCW on Saturday mornings. This date is special to me because of him. #maybirthdays #taurusseason #VAsFinest #longshoreman #loanshark #williamsfamily #gracetown #757 (at Grace Town) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cdvq-l7Mz8N/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[joanprimmer16]

Great Crafts For Your Graduation Party

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[intershade]

Rocking a selfie with this amazing couple and their party! It’s photos like these that remind me how special weddings are to everyone involved. @melroseraleigh hosted a beautiful day, can’t wait to DJ there again. #southernwedding #southernweddings #melroseknittingmill #raleighdj #ncdj #weddingdj #djintershade (at Melrose Knitting Mill, Raleigh) https://www.instagram.com/p/CMYjPkkDfPz/?igshid=1k1sb53f8tdt6

[anythingbutbeige]

11 Unique Experiences in Dorset

Everyone is familiar with, or has heard, just how stunning the Dorset coast is, full of beautiful countryside, luscious stretches of beach, history and culture aplenty. But what about those hidden gems? Something a little bit different, perhaps? Luckily for you, we’ve pieced together a list featuring 11 of Dorset’s most unique experiences below. Fossil Hunting Mary Anning, Dorset’s first and most famous paleontologist, found the first Ichthyosaur in Lyme Regis, Dorset. Eroded from the cliffs and scattered along the beaches, fossil hunting is a great way to spend the day at the Jurassic Coast. To help in your search, visit the Charmouth Heritage Coast Centre or Lyme Regis Museum and join one of the expeditions run by the professionals, part of the Jurassic Coast Guides. Blue Pool Very fine clay suspended in the water diffracts light in different ways, causing the ‘blue pool’ to turn turquoise, green, or sometimes clear blue. This magical and unique attraction offers beautiful walks, a wonderful tea house, gift shop, museum and stunning views – head up the steps for a view of Purbeck Hill, or down for a wonderful view of the glistening water. Visit Thomas Hardy’s House English novelist and poet Thomas Hardy set many of his pieces in the semi-fictional region of Wessex. This includes Dorset, Devon, Wiltshire, Hampshire, Somerset and parts of Berkshire. Discover where Hardy found his inspiration as you take a tour around his Dorchester-based cottage and explore the beauty of the surrounding gardens and countryside. You never know – it may even give you some inspiration, too! Attend a festival in a castle Bestival relocated earlier this year from it’s Isle of Wight home, to Lulworth Estate, Dorset. Pet Shop Boys, The XX, A Tribe Called Quest, Dizzee Rascal and a whole host of other popular stars, turned the grounds of this 17th-century castle into the biggest party of summer. From circus acts to spin classes, local DJs to household names, Bestival offers a little something for everyone. Plans for a bigger and better 2018 are already underway with dates confirmed as 2nd, 3rd, 4th and 5th of August. Jousting at Sherborne Castle Built by Sir Walter Raleigh, Sherborne Castle and Gardens opens March 30th through to October 28th. The castle holds many majestic and medieval events, exhibitions, workshops and displays throughout the year. None more impressive, popular, or action-packed as the medieval jousting! Take yourself back to the medieval era and witness the exhilarating show performed by The Knights of Royal England. Meet and adopt the chimps at Monkey World

This 40-acre park is a must see by any visitor or local. The guided tours are a must for any animal-lover, with weddings, kids’ clubs, adoptions and birthday parties all taken into consideration too! Monkey World assists governments around the world to stop the smuggling of primates from the wild. The centre is home to refugee primates who have suffered abuse or neglect and are in the process of being or are rehabilitated, and given a fresh start.

Attend Bournemouth Air Show

Without a doubt, Dorset’s most popular festival is the internationally renowned Air Festival. The Bournemouth and surrounding area is filled with in-depth and interesting exhibitions, fly-bys and demonstrations that have entertained more than 9.2 million people since it began in 2008. You’ll be as excited as we are to hear that: “30 August–2 September 2018, next year’s festival features our biggest and best line-up so far. Knob Throwing Don’t panic – it’s a type of biscuit. One of the stranger festivals (not just on this list, but generally speaking, too!) that celebrates the life of local company Moores and, in particular, the creation of the Dorset Knob. A local tradition, that, as the name suggests, is based around throwing your knob as far as possible. A great atmosphere, lots of tasters and a glimpse into local tradition…albeit a waste of delicious biscuits! Watch a movie on a castle 2017 saw Jaws projected onto a big screen, covering the Lulworth Castle, courtesy of Luna Cinema, the UK’s most famous pop-up cinema. 2018 preparations are already underway, and we are unsurprisingly super-excited to find out what movie classic we can catch at the castle, under the stars, this time around. Explore Tyneham Village – A Ghost Village In November 1943, notice was given to the people of Tyneham that they would be required to leave. Due to its position in relation to Lulworth firing ranges, the town was taken over by the army. After the war ended, the plan was to allow the families to return, however, this was not the case, and the village has since had a population of zero! The village is still open to the public, and gives us a real insight into what times were like before the war. Try a few local tipples Conker Gin: Dorset’s first gin distillery, situated in Bournemouth. Keeping it local with hints of Dorset elderberries, samphire and handpicked New Forest gorse flowers, Conker Gin offers us a bright and refreshing taste, with no gimmicks, just top-of-the-range, small-batch gin. “That’s the spirit.” Piddle: Piddle, set in Piddlehinton, take their brewing much more seriously than their name suggests. If you can’t find them on tap in your local, you can always head down and book yourself on one of their brilliant group tours. Ringwood Brewery: With over 30 stockists, we’d be surprised if you’ve not tried the quality craft ales of Ringwood Brewery before. If you haven’t, never fear – you can visit the online shop and place an order, go down and have a tour or find a local pub who will have it on tap ready and waiting for you! https://theculturetrip.com/europe/united-kingdom/england/articles/11-unique-experiences-in-dorset/

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