Juliet leaned forward with her head a little to capture his lips, her own hands slipping under his suit jacket and fingers tightening around his shirt. It was a hold that said that she really wanted to pull that shirt out from his trousers--and could do it any time, honestly, she was Juliet after all--but was keeping herself in check for the time being. They were a little restricted on free time, both being in the wedding party, and the only thing worse than not being able to do anything at all was being interrupted while doing something.
No, Juliet was determined to hold out all night. After all, if they had to take this somewhere else, there was significantly less chance of Caradoc seeing, and that would be a tragedy.
"How long do you think----we ought to give it----before going back----in, all tousled----and guilty-looking?" she asked in-between kisses.
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