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“This one is almost full,” Ilya said from across the living room. He was holding something up.
They’d both ditched their jackets and rolled up their sleeves, so Shane’s eyes followed the line of Ilya's arm: shoulder, to bent elbow, to bare forearm, to wrist, to hand. Ilya’s fingers were wrapped around the neck of a champagne bottle. Shane wasn’t really certain how many there had been lying around–Yuna and David had been in charge of handling refreshments–but an open, nearly-full bottle indicated that perhaps there had been too much.
“Bring it here and I’ll dump it out.”
“Dump it out?” Ilya frowned, crossing the living room towards the kitchen. “And waste it?”
“What would you rather do?”
Ilya set the bottle on the counter and came up behind Shane, strong arms slinking around his waist, Ilya’s lips just barely brushing against his ear. It wasn’t surprising–they’d both been a little clingy ever since the ceremony.
“I want to share it with you.”
Shane and Ilya's wedding night, after the guests have gone home, and a bit of the day after.
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