Post by kelefenn on Jul 4, 2007 22:39:46 GMT -5
Chapter 8
“Oh, Orlando. I can’t believe we’re doing this.” Keira said, hanging up the phone. Johnny agreed to meet him at a chapel in half and hour with a preacher buddy. Keira was nervous, but knowing that Johnny would be performing the ceremony under the surveillance of a preacher oddly calmed her. With that thought she allowed Orlando to continue kissing her. Their drunken-states were slowly turning into hangovers but they didn’t care.
She moved closer to him, resting her head on his bare chest. His hand fumbled with the zipper in her cocktail dress as we whispered sweetly in her of tales of future happiness of husband and wife. Orlando caressed her back until they were making love to each other. They didn’t stop until the chauffeur spoke again.
“Sir, we have reached your destination. Sir?” he spoke softly into the speaker. The sound of his voice echoed in the back of the limo until Orlando and Keira unwillingly tore apart and got dressed.
“Bloody Hell!” Johnny shrieked at the sight of the couple. Keira’s hair was unruly and in her face. Her dress lay crumbled and wrinkled. Orlando’s shirt had been button unevenly with crookedness.
~~~*~~~
The ceremony was going to be quick but pleasant. The lady behind the desk had helped to fix up the appearance of the mangled couple. They even had had pictures taken but not before Keira had sent Johnny to the jewelry store to buy a ring for Orlando. When he got back they began the wedding.
Keira walked down the aisle, with Johnny on her arm. They reached the end of the aisle and Orlando nodded to Johnny and took his place. Johnny quickly ran around the stage to get behind the flowered arch. The preacher whispered what Johnny was to say.
“Ladies, and us gentlemen, tonight we have gathered here in this smelly building on the wrong side of town to marry this couple in holy matrimony.” Johnny said after receiving many whispers from the preacher, and altering his words.
“Oh, Orlando. I can’t believe we’re doing this.” Keira said, hanging up the phone. Johnny agreed to meet him at a chapel in half and hour with a preacher buddy. Keira was nervous, but knowing that Johnny would be performing the ceremony under the surveillance of a preacher oddly calmed her. With that thought she allowed Orlando to continue kissing her. Their drunken-states were slowly turning into hangovers but they didn’t care.
She moved closer to him, resting her head on his bare chest. His hand fumbled with the zipper in her cocktail dress as we whispered sweetly in her of tales of future happiness of husband and wife. Orlando caressed her back until they were making love to each other. They didn’t stop until the chauffeur spoke again.
“Sir, we have reached your destination. Sir?” he spoke softly into the speaker. The sound of his voice echoed in the back of the limo until Orlando and Keira unwillingly tore apart and got dressed.
“Bloody Hell!” Johnny shrieked at the sight of the couple. Keira’s hair was unruly and in her face. Her dress lay crumbled and wrinkled. Orlando’s shirt had been button unevenly with crookedness.
~~~*~~~
The ceremony was going to be quick but pleasant. The lady behind the desk had helped to fix up the appearance of the mangled couple. They even had had pictures taken but not before Keira had sent Johnny to the jewelry store to buy a ring for Orlando. When he got back they began the wedding.
Keira walked down the aisle, with Johnny on her arm. They reached the end of the aisle and Orlando nodded to Johnny and took his place. Johnny quickly ran around the stage to get behind the flowered arch. The preacher whispered what Johnny was to say.
“Ladies, and us gentlemen, tonight we have gathered here in this smelly building on the wrong side of town to marry this couple in holy matrimony.” Johnny said after receiving many whispers from the preacher, and altering his words.