"Rise and shine, Bitch! We have wedding plans to finish!"
"Ugh! Go away!" She threw the pillow from beside her. Edward and Carlisle had kept her up well pass dawn. Her body was sore and covered in their love bites. Her core still throbbing and thighs sticky from the fluids that escaped since they had left after cleaning her.
"What the fuck! Your room smells like straight sex." Her eyes went wide as she sniffed the air and she threw herself across the room and onto the bed sending the other girl bouncing. "You little bitch! Carlisle and Edward! Details! Now!"
"Leah! I only got to sleep after they left." She turned over and saw the time "Ugh, two hours ago."
"Ooh. Tell me more! You know I've been living vicariously through you." She said as she pulled the blanket off her. "Well damn. Is there anywhere they didn't suck." She broke out laughing.
Genevieve glared at her best friend. "You know, I liked you better when you were shy and modest."
"Vee, please. You don't like me, you love me and I was never shy . . . or modest. Carlisle and Edward should be so fortunate I didn't steal you away and keep you for myself."
"Oh, how generous of you." Genevieve rolled her eyes as she got up from the bed.
"I know! They should name me a saint for that." She said throwing a slipper from the floor at her bare behind making her yelp. Genevieve stuck her tongue out as she went to the bathroom to clean up. "I'll make breakfast."
"God no! Are you trying to kill me, Lee? Just let me shower and I'll cook."
"Good cause you know I can't cook anything besides what goes in a microwave and a real mean sandwich."
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The drive to Seattle was well worth it when she saw the dress she was having made. The long ivory white lace. The lace was sheer all but where it thickened to hide what needed to be covered. The deep V that reached just an inch below her breasts and the wider one behind reached the small of her back with thin satin tying at the top. It was fitted to her form before the sleeves would fall in fantastical uneven hanging sleeves and a short train.
She gently pulled the dress on. "Vee, try these on too." Leah slipped a long box under the door. She sat and opened it to find a pair of vintage thigh-high heeled lace boots with satin ribboning.
"Oh, Lee. They're beautiful."
"Well put them on I want to how everything looks."
"Ok. Ok. Give me a second" Genevieve tells her as she puts them on. "I'm coming out now." She opens the door only for her not to be there and walks out onto the platform to look in the mirror. "Oh."
"So what do you think?"
"I love the boots. It . . . its everything I want for my big day."
"Yea about that. How do you feel about a double wedding and maybe honeymooning?" She spin around and looks at her, wide-eyed as Leah smiles back nervously in a wedding dress of her own.
"Lee?" She takes in the floral lace and sheer chiffon wedding dress she's wearing. The lace starting just beneath the jeweled high necked halter and sliding down into a backless mini dress that reached mid-thigh with a removable gold belted chiffon split A-line skirt that was sat at her waist. She also wore lace and satin ribbon boots though hers only reached mid-calf and were kitten-heeled.
"He proposed." Genevieve's mouth practically dropped to the floor before a squeal escaped and she rushed the other woman in excitement.