Chapter Text
Kate sat cross-legged in the middle of their living room, surrounded by an explosion of flower catalogues, sample bouquets, and a laptop with no fewer than ten tabs open, each displaying intricate floral arrangements. Her trusty diary rested on her lap, pages filled with scribbles and notes. She muttered to herself, her pen tapping against the paper as she debated between calla lilies and anthuriums.
Lucy leaned against the doorframe, her arms crossed as she observed the scene with a mix of amusement and exasperation. Kate’s brow furrowed in concentration, her focus so intense it was almost comical.
“Babe,” Lucy began, stepping into the floral battlefield. “Maybe it’s time to take a break?”
Without looking up, Kate huffed, brushing a strand of blonde hair out of her face. “No breaks, Luce. We have so much to finalise, and I’m not stopping until we have the perfect arrangements.”
Lucy sighed, dropping onto the couch beside her fiancée. She watched Kate flip through another catalogue, muttering about color coordination and flower symbolism. For a moment, Lucy sat in silence, her mind whirring with ideas on how to distract Kate.
Then she smirked. “You know,” she said casually, “some of these flower names are kind of… suggestive. Like ‘peach blossoms.’ I mean, what exactly are we suggesting here? Or ‘snapdragons’—sounds like something from an action movie.”
Kate paused, lifting her gaze to shoot Lucy a sharp glare. “Lucy.” Her tone was warning enough.
Lucy raised her hands in mock surrender, the mischievous smile never leaving her face. “Okay, okay. No jokes. But seriously, babe, you’ve been at this for hours. Why not consider something traditional? Like a haku lei or a custom-made tropical bouquet?”
That caught Kate’s attention. Her expression softened as she set her pen down. “A haku lei does sound beautiful,” she admitted, her voice thoughtful. “But I’ve also been thinking about plumerias. They represent love and grace.”
Lucy’s grin widened. “Oh, so basically you in flower form. Got it.”
Kate blushed, her lips curving into a smile despite herself. “You’re such a dork, Luce.”
“Guilty as charged,” Lucy replied, unphased. She leaned closer, resting her chin on Kate’s shoulder. “What do you think about asking Julie to be your flower girl? She’s a little older, but I bet she’d love it.”
Kate’s smile grew softer, her eyes lighting up at the thought. “Julie would love that. She’s such a sweet kid, and I love helping her with her literature and history questions. She’s so curious.”
Lucy’s chest swelled with warmth. “Yeah, but she adores you because you’re amazing with her. You entertain all her wild questions, and she sees how much you care. It’s one of the many reasons I love you, you know.”
Kate’s blush deepened, and she reached out to squeeze Lucy’s hand. “Thank you.”
Lucy took that as her cue to switch gears. With a sly grin, she slid onto Kate’s lap, gently pushing the laptop aside. “Now that we’ve got flowers sorted—kind of—and we’ve got time, what do you think we could do?”
Kate’s hands instinctively rested on Lucy’s hips, her gaze flicking up to meet her fiancée’s. “I don’t know,” she said, her voice dropping a notch. “What do you think, Agent Tara?”
Lucy’s response was immediate. She leaned down, capturing Kate’s lips in a slow, passionate kiss. When she pulled back, her caramel eyes sparkled with mischief. “I was thinking about something involving intimacy and kissing.”
Kate didn’t need any more encouragement. She stood, effortlessly lifting Lucy as she wrapped her legs around Kate’s waist. “I think I like that idea,” Kate murmured, her voice low and teasing as she carried Lucy toward the bedroom.
As soon as they hit the bed, Lucy wasted no time. She pushed Kate gently onto her back, straddling her lap as she leaned down to kiss her. Her lips moved slowly, deliberately, savoring the moment. She trailed kisses from Kate’s lips to her jawline, then down to her neck, pausing to linger at the spot that always made Kate shiver.
But something felt off. Kate, who was usually vocal and responsive, was unusually quiet. Lucy’s hands, which had been gliding down Kate’s sides, stilled when she realized the hand that had been resting on her back was gone.
She pulled back, her brows furrowing as she looked down at Kate—only to find her scrolling through her phone.
“Are you serious right now?” Lucy asked, her tone a mix of disbelief and frustration.
Kate looked up, startled. “What?”
Lucy gestured to the phone. “What are you doing?”
Kate smiled sheepishly, quickly setting the phone aside. “I, uh… I was enjoying myself, but then I thought maybe we could use this time more productively like to finalize the seating arrangement?”
Lucy sat back, fixing Kate with the kind of look she reserved for suspects during interrogations. “Oh, so spending time with me is non-productive now, huh?”
Kate's eyes widened in panic as she immediately started backtracking. Her words tumbled out in a frantic, adorable rush.
“No, no, no! I didn’t mean it like that! Spending time with you is the most productive thing ever! I mean, being with you makes me happier than anything else, and happy people are more productive, right? You’re so—so charming and funny and... sexy. And beautiful! Like, seriously, do you even know how beautiful you are? And your laugh—it’s so contagious, it should come with a warning sign! And those eyes, Lucy. I mean, they’re so mesmerizing, and when you look at me, I feel like… like…”
She paused for a breath but only for a second before barreling forward again. “And then there’s your smile! God, Lucy, your smile could light up the entire state of Hawaii—no, the whole world! And your hair? I don’t even know how it’s so perfect all the time, but it is! I swear it defies physics. And don’t get me started on how you always know the perfect thing to say, whether it’s to make me laugh or calm me down. And you’re the most incredible dancer, and you’re so brave—like, seriously, you’re amazing at your job, and—”
Lucy blinked at her, stunned, as Kate gestured wildly, her words spilling out like a waterfall.
Lucy silenced her with a kiss, effectively stopping the ramble. Kate mumbled against Lucy’s skin. “You don’t hate me, right?”
Lucy laughed, pressing a kiss to the top of Kate’s head. “Hate you? Nah. You’re way too entertaining to hate. When she pulled back, her expression softened. “Babe, we’ve almost done everything. The venue is finalized, the guests are sorted, and the flowers are taken care of. It’s okay to take a break. I don’t like seeing you stress so much.”
Kate sighed, guilt flashing across her face. “I’m sorry,” she murmured, her hands reaching up to cup Lucy’s face.
Lucy smiled, leaning into the touch. “No worries. Now, for the next few hours, I promise you’ll only remember my name. Nothing else.”
A shiver ran down Kate’s spine at the desire in Lucy’s eyes, and as Lucy leaned in again, she decided the seating arrangement could wait.
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Lucy’s caramel eyes bore into Kate’s with a teasing glint, though her voice softened. “Babe, you’re going to work yourself into a frenzy before the wedding even happens. Let me take care of you for a bit, okay?”
Kate opened her mouth to argue, but the intensity in Lucy’s gaze made her hesitate. Instead, she nodded quietly, surrendering to the moment as Lucy leaned down and kissed her again.
Lucy smiled against Kate’s lips, feeling the tension melt from her fiancée’s body as she deepened the kiss. Her hands wandered up Kate’s sides, fingertips grazing the soft fabric of her shirt before slipping beneath it. The warm skin beneath her touch sent a shiver of anticipation through her.
"See?" Lucy murmured between kisses, her voice husky with affection. "Spending time with me is plenty productive."
Kate let out a breathless laugh, her protests long forgotten as she surrendered to Lucy’s touch. Lucy shifted, straddling Kate’s hips as she pushed her back gently onto the bed. Her lips trailed from Kate’s mouth to her jawline, planting soft, teasing kisses before moving to her neck.
Kate’s fingers tangled in Lucy’s dark curls, her breath hitching as Lucy’s lips found a sensitive spot just below her ear. "Luce…" Kate’s voice was already laced with desire, her usual composure slipping as Lucy’s hands roamed lower.
"That’s more like it," Lucy whispered, her voice tinged with mischief. Her lips trailed lower, brushing against the hollow of Kate’s throat, then further down, leaving a trail of warmth and goosebumps in her wake.
Lucy pulled back slightly, her caramel eyes locking onto Kate’s flushed face. "Relax, babe," she said softly, her voice carrying a mix of playfulness and sincerity. "Let me take care of you."
Kate nodded, her breath shaky as Lucy’s hands continued their exploration. The tension she’d been holding onto for weeks dissolved completely, replaced by the warmth of Lucy’s touch and the fervent kisses that left her gasping for more.
Their lips moved together in perfect harmony, the kiss slow but filled with passion. Lucy’s hands trailed down Kate’s sides, her fingers grazing just enough to make Kate shiver. "See," Lucy murmured against her lips, "you can let go for a little while. I’ll make sure you don’t miss a thing."
Kate couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out, though it melted into a soft moan as Lucy kissed her again, deeper this time. Her hands instinctively found Lucy’s waist, pulling her closer.
“Focus on me,” Lucy whispered, her lips brushing Kate’s ear. She kissed a trail down Kate’s neck, lingering at the sensitive spot just above her collarbone. Her fingers traced lazy circles along Kate’s sides, coaxing her fiancée to relax further into the bed.
For once, Kate’s meticulous mind quieted, the stress of planning forgotten under Lucy’s touch. “I’m all yours,” Kate breathed, her voice barely audible as her fingers tightened around Lucy’s waist.
“Damn right you are,” Lucy teased, her grin wicked as she shifted slightly, her body pressing even closer against Kate’s. Her lips moved lower, leaving a trail of kisses down Kate’s chest and back up to her lips.
Kate moaned softly, her body arching instinctively into Lucy’s touch. “Luce…” she whispered, her voice trailing off into a sigh as Lucy’s hand slid under her shirt, her touch warm and electrifying.
Lucy paused just long enough to meet Kate’s gaze, her smile soft but mischievous. “See? I told you I’d make you forget everything but me.”
Kate laughed breathlessly, her cheeks flushed. “You’re doing a damn good job of it,” she admitted before pulling Lucy down for another kiss.
The next few hours were a blissful blur, filled with laughter, teasing, and whispered confessions of love. Lucy made good on her promise, ensuring that the only thing Kate could focus on was her fiancée and the undeniable connection they shared.
When they finally lay tangled together under the sheets, their breaths still uneven, Kate turned to Lucy with a soft smile. “You were right. I needed that.”
Lucy grinned, brushing a stray strand of hair from Kate’s face. “Told you, babe. I know what’s best for you sometimes.”
Kate chuckled, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on Lucy’s arm. “Okay, okay. But don’t think this means I’m done with the seating chart.”
Lucy groaned dramatically, burying her face in the pillow. “You’re unbelievable.”
Kate laughed, pulling Lucy close and kissing her temple. “You wouldn’t have me any other way.”
Lucy lifted her head, her grin returning. “No, I wouldn’t.” She kissed Kate softly before whispering, “But tomorrow, we’re taking a real break. No laptops, no charts—just us.”
Kate hesitated, then nodded. “Deal.”
And for the first time in days, they both fell asleep without a single wedding-related thought on their minds.
As they drifted off, Kate silently thanked the universe for the woman who could make her forget her worries and remind her of the joy in simply being loved.
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