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The Wedding of Bill & Laura

CHARACTERS: The Roslins, Leia Organa, Bail Organa, and basically everyone ever.
LOCATION: Oxygen Gardens!
WARNINGS: To be updated, but general merriment? Marriage?
SUMMARY: Laura and Bill are finally getting married! Come celebrate, even if you don't know them. NO CYLONS ALLOWED.
NOTES: Cylons better actually arrive.

It was as beautiful a day in space as you could get, the day Laura and Bill deigned to get married. The Oxygen Gardens were decked out in chairs, flowers (blue, purple and white), and a beautiful arch for the two of them to get married under. It's a down-right Presidential affair. Or as close to it as you can get.

Before the ceremony itself, there's time to mingle, and afterwards, there will of course be food and dancing, supplied by the various people on the Tranquility.

~~Almost~~ Everyone is invited, because, well, it's about frakkin' time we had a reason to celebrate on this ship.

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"Amazing, perfect. Much like yourself, my good doctor." She follows his steps a little clumbsily. She hadn't danced in ages. Though it had happened often when she was a child, she had been a child. Nearly ten years, she supposed, since she'd taken a man's hand and let them lead her about the floor.

If it helped, the last time Combeferre had danced had been at a party Courfeyrac had strongarmed him into attending, and he had spent the parts of it where he couldn't hide in 'conversation' by the punchbowl stomping on the toes of various great aunts, third cousins, and the like. Or...something along those lines. He had been terribly embarrassed by the whole thing,and stammered his way out at last to hide with some like minded others. And desperately jealous of Feuilly for the only time in their acquaintance because he had gotten out of it without a second thought from anyone.

"Hardly perfect." He assured her, laughing as he moved to spin her, and, somehow, narrowly avoided bumping into another couple. "Ah, proof."

Eponine isn't really paying attention to other couples. Instead, she's focusing on stepping lightly and spinning when Michel indicates. "Hush, you," she scolds when she comes back to face him. "You are an elegant dancer where I am concerned. And your prowess in the bedroom should outweigh anything else."

A statement which sets him both to blushing and to laughing in about the same breath. It doesn't help with his balance much, but Combeferre is grinning as he manages to maneuver them into a corner where he can kiss her a bit more properly. "Well, then. So long as the lady is satisfied."

"and she is!" particularly when they brought in ribbons, and he used his mouth. the same ribbons she had in her hair now. just as she wore his bracelet.

"it is one of many reasons that she speaks of marrying you."

"I am honored and lucky to be at her service, then."

Combeferre said, and as strange as the language might at first have seemed coming from his mouth, so Romantic, he could not think that anything else could do for romantic moments of the other sort. He may stumble a little, with the intricacies of it, but he tried.

"And such a lady as all of that, to woo a philosopher who never imagined this was coming." He'd been too much attached to practicalities in Paris. Leaving them behind for the moments like this felt good.

Given that the lady in question had been raised little more than a beggar? She tended to trip over it all as well, but she was still far far better at it than her father. He'd say something so convoluted he'd wind up saying something else entirely. But she never told him. Not after the first time.

"A philosopher!" She gasped, spinning under his arms. "What a lucky lady she is! A philosopher, a doctor, a revolutionary. To think she never saw it coming, either!"

"So many things." Comebeferre laughed, giving her an extra twirl. "I never considered those before. But I am glad to have them now. And more importantly..." He paused, leaning in to whisper. "Now a lover. I think that I like that one best of all."

"And you are," she agreed. "The best I have had." The fact that it was always 110% consentual
certainly helped.

"And the lady? Well, she is a lady to start with. That is a new and strange thing."

Consent was rather awesome, wasn't it? Combeferre sometimes still marveled at the fact that she had consented to become his, and for him to become hers. It wasn't so much that he thought he was an awful person, but he was that awkward combination of obsessive nerd, and awkward, which made most women tend to give him a wide berth when it came to romantic relationships. For now, he smiled.

"Then the philosopher must naturally see to it that she is reminded that she deserves to be treated in such a way. Every day."

Just look at the previous object of her affections. He was nothing short of the biggest nerdy awkward fellow.

Eponine, at his words, blushes further still, leaning her head against his chest. All the while she tries to make eye-contact with him. The result is a bit uncomfortable, but she's content.

"Then he is the best man on board of this ship, and among all the stars that they sale through." She murmurs the words, her hands holding him tighter, knuckles white as she practically stops dancing in order to better hold him. So that he can hold her. Because this cannot be real.

That is certainly true, when you think about it, yes.

Eye-contact is definitely good right now, and Combeferre has to grin at her blush. It makes her look so pretty too, and well, for once he's not the only one feeling a bit flushed. He likes that idea, really. Of course, then he's going scarlet at her next words altogether.

"I...thank you. I suppose it only fair I have the best lady on board then, don't you?"

Eponine moves in closer, her body flush against his. "Then why," She says, her nose right next to his, her lips so close to his. "are you with me?"

Before he can think she's joking, she leans in to kiss him, pulling back and grinning as wide as she ever has before.

"Because," He's leaning down to claim her lips with more force than before, not to hurt, but in passion, and when he speaks again, his voice is lower, and much deeper. "I have done my share of getting to know others here, and I have never found another like you. I think that says very much."

He's grinning then too, then rubbing his nose against hers.

"It says that you are the best, clearly." Or at least the best for him. Same difference, quite honestly.

When he pulls away, speaks to her, Eponine licks her lips, eyes dark with lust as she watches him.

"I love you, Michel." What else was there to say to that?

"My Eponine. I love you too."

His own eyes spark a little there as he tugs her flush against him for a long moment, a hand slowly traveling to trace along her collarbone. What else IS there to say, really? And is it him or is it getting hot in here?

It's getting hot in here.

Eponine watches his hand, enjoys the feeling of him tracing over her skin and bones.

This, she thought, was how Marius looked at Cosette. How he touched her. But this was not Marius. This was Michel Combeferre, and this was how he looked at her. He loved her. And this was how it was to be loved.

"I could look at you looking at me for the rest of my life."

"Could you, indeed?" He has to smile at that, and settle for looking even harder then, his gaze completely smitten, and about to do more.

Perhaps it was how he looked at her, yes. He'd had the look himself, before, learned what to do with it and now? It was refined, he thought, as his hand wandered a bit lower, though he slowly eased it to her waist instead.

"Could you only look, my dear one? I had some other suggestions in mind."

She shivered against his hand as it dipped lower. They'd become so intimate with one another in the past few months, and yet, every touch seemed to harbor some forbiddenness to it. They had lived and died in a time when such things were not seen. And yet, now knew those who, for them, such touches were common place and their own views were seen as prude.

Granted, Eponine was far from prude even then.

But, the rush, the taboo of it, it was all still there.

Her eyes were dark and wide as the room faded around them. "Look? Yes. But if you had a better idea, then I, m'sieur doctor, am open to suggestions."

Not seen, indeed. Spoken of, sometimes, in hushed whispers, by his fellow students while he looked awkward and refused to comment on his first mistress, or the artist, or the doctor, but never out loud where others might hear them. Read about in the horrible novels the interns passed to each other back and forth during long shifts that left little to do, but never anywhere else. He found that he much preferred the new way.

And yes, the familiarity was exhilarating, more than anything else. To be so free! It was astounding.

"Such an idea would involve finding somewhere secluded of course..." He purred, particularly at the use of 'doctor' there. He couldn't help that, really.

Eponine glances around the dance-floor. "It is a large ship," she conceeds. "I do not believe that our presence would be missed for some time." There's a twinkle in her eye. "Perhaps there is a place that we have not been before. Someplace exciting." She can feel her toes tingling in her shoes, slowly spreading up her legs and thighs towards her stomach. Her eyes are set on his lips, now, all thoughts on how she longed to be touching them with her own, his fingers lifting up her skirts...

Perhaps he would kiss her below again.

"If we are found, say you are simply making sure that I am alright, as you are, indeed, a doctor." She could tell how he liked that title.

"And are any particular friends of ours about?" He asks, his eyes twinkling right back as she speaks. There's a bit of mischief in them that is newly there these days, a loosening up of sorts, and an allowing himself to enjoy things, find pleasure, and to take risks.

"Someplace exciting, yes. I believe we could find it." He forgets to fear the corridors even, at the impact of her words. And oh, he loves the address so much. He'd been so nearly there once, after all.

"Ah, yes, I COULD say that. And some examinations must, be nature, be quite thorough." he agrees, taking her hand and kissing it before trailing his way back up her elbow before taking that hand for good.

"Let us find such a place to go exploring, then."

"There are, but they shall not miss us. If anything, they shall be happy for us." She hadn't met anyone here that was not happy for them.

"Then let us adventure," she says, giggling as each kiss tickles the sensitive skin of her arms. "You shall lead the way, but if we must stop for some examinations... then I shall listen to the advice of you, my good, handsome doctor." Yeah, she really liked the way he looked at her when she called him that.

"Yes, I will keep calling you that. It brightens up your smile."

"Ah, good. I HAVE noticed that, here, you know." He added, grin growing. "So many people are so happy for us. Nicer than it might have been at home, isn't it?" It's a wonderful feeling, and he's smiling as he proceeds to lead her away.

"Ah, I love you so, my Eponine. My beautiful and smart Eponine who has taught me so much." Because she had. And it wasn't all the inspirational lessons that you could learn from someone on the wrong side of the tracks either. With Eponine, he had learned the value of being honest at once, of listening to others, and of staying strong and true no matter what came. And how much he loved being addressed such too, if that one counted.

"Your doctor must see to you then, my dear."

"For we are alive here." Very important to keep their lives in mind, here. How if it weren't for this space ship, they would all be dead, never to have met. She traced his cheekbone with a thumb briefly, unable to spend much more than a few moments without touching him.

"I love you, too, my handsome, kind, Michel. Kinder than any others I have known, and more fair." She gave him a knowing glance before edging towards the outskirts of the dance floor.

"And I thank him for seeing me so urgently."

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