They lay curled together in the darkness of Tannr's bedroom. Tori listens to his quiet breathing, lost in her own thoughts. Memories of long ago play images, snippets of the past making it hard to relax. She remembers her Highland wedding. The dress they made her wear, the formality of it all. She wonders if Tannr had any traditions that were sacred to him. Rolling over, Tori snuggles into his side, not wanting to wake him.
Tannr's arm pulls her closer. "Talk to me, Red."
She moves again, resting her head on his chest. The sound of his heart calms her, the solid rhythm easing her thoughts. "It's nothing. Just ghosts of the past..."
He can feel her closing off slightly. "Red... c'mon. What's going through that mind of yours?"
"Would you have a problem if I DON'T wear a dress?"
She feels the chuckle rumble through his chest. "Babe... we could get married naked on Main Street if that is what you want. I don't really care... as long as you aren't saying you've changed your mind."
She thumps him lightly. "Your stuck with me Coppertop... you're stuck with me."
His hand strokes lightly sending shivers of pleasure and comfort along her ribs. Tori closes her eyes, letting the past slide back where it belongs, buried.
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