***
He was a little annoyed that his plans for a romantic day filled with treats for Lynne was they recited their vows was delayed. He'd wanted to take her out for the whole day, visit some natural sites with her, run with her on the beach, and finish it off with a picnic. One last day of enjoyable fun together until they said their vows in a few days, as the last few days would be crowded with bachelor parties, and bridal showers, wedding preparation and the rehearsal dinner. So he looked forward to this chance to run away with his sweetie, and enjoy some quiet time.
But, his father and his boys had other ideas. They wanted him to go on a fishing day trip with them. At first, he protested, that he didn't have a fishing rod with him. Somehow Lynne had overheard this, and promptly did away with this excuse, she'd gone to an outdoors store and got him the nicest fishing rod he'd ever saw.
She called it an early wedding present, and she'd wrapped it up with bows and everything. She was always doing sweet and thoughtful things for others. And tiny things to show him she felt like he was a hero to her. He knew they'd be married in a few short days, but he enjoyed spending time with her so much, and he knew the emotional deprivations she'd suffered at the hands of men before, and he didn't want to leave her for this fishing day trip, when she was still probably pricked about her situation walking down the aisle.
Even though he knew the trip with his father and his boys would be fun, he also had a ton of fun with Lynne. And, he enjoyed nurturing and caring for her, and he wanted to be there for her in case she needed any last minute care, or support as she put the finishing touches on the wedding. He was her man, and it was his job. Besides that shit made him feel so needed and masculine, cherishing and protecting her. He'd never felt like such a man before, and he couldn't wait to fulfill Lynne's pent up need to be ravished!
Yet, Lynne insisted that he go off with his boys for the fishing trip, even though in his heart of hearts, he really didn't want to go.
"I don't wanna go, I want to be with you, we can fish together. I miss you. These last few days I haven't seen you except at breakfast, and late at night. I don't want to go, you've never been fishing before, never held a fishing rod. I can teach you all that shit. You can be my little fisher lady. I'll bait all the hooks, and you can just do the fun part, catching the fish. And we eat what we catch, you'll have a ball. It's a little dirty, but I'll do the dirty part. You get to ride in a boat. Come on Lynney it'll be fun," said Leif, and he chuckled with happiness already imagining his Lynney along for the journey.
Leif never wanted Lynne to feel deprived. Where he was welcome, she was welcome to go. Aside from that, he relished the idea of seeing her cute little face all screwed up looking at the bait, the glee in her eyes when she caught her first fish, and whatever tasty cooking ideas she got when the started grilling. He already could picture her rustic and roughing it with him. Damn, they should get a tent and go camping a few months after the wedding. His playmate and his lover. She was his everything.
Lynne chuckled with delight.
"It sounds really fun baby, but we should plan our own trip alone. Your boys want to hang out with you one last time while you are a single man. Even though you'll go with them, and your father alone after we're married it won't be the same as now," said Lynne.
"Well, being married is not a sentence, not to me! I can't wait for that shit. And, anyways, I don't want to go. I want to stay here smelling you, and then take you off to be my fisher lady. Boy what we can get up to while we wait to catch those fish. Fishing can be boring, but you and I can find plenty of fun ways to pass the time while we wait for a tug on the line. I'm not going," sighed Leif.
He'd buried his head on her lap, sniffing her pussy discretely. He even pouted a little bit while she played with his hair. He tried to camouflage it, but she caught him.
Since she was the one who normally was babied in this relationship, she found it both adorable and hilarious! She playfully pushed his lip back in with her thumb.
"Well baby, you better go. In ten years, after we have a few babies, and we get used to each other you'll long to go on a fishing trip alone, and get away from all the noise and chaos in our home. I want you to enjoy this trip now, for you," said Lynne sweetly bending down in her lap, and kissing his cheek.
"I'll never get used to you Lynney. And, I don't know if I'll be racing to get away from the babies, even if they are noisy, as long as you are around being their beautiful mother, doing sweet things like you do for me, fixing plates, cooking tasty treats, singing, filling the house with love, and decorating," said Leif playfully.
"Well I'm glad you feel like you'll always love hanging around the house, but you better go out for your last hurrah right now, I'm not letting you miss your getaway, now get up and get dressed," teased Lynne.
He sighed, and he pouted, but then he finally agreed.
***
He was planning a romantic picnic lunch for his sweetie. One final little date together before they said their vows. And this was a most important lunch for the two of them, because they were planning their vows.
They had personal vows that they were going to say to each other, vows at a pre-wedding ceremony where they would give each other special gifts that were secret from the other person, and more formal vows that they would say before the church.
The vow planning meant so much to Lynne because her former church would not allow brides and grooms to plan their own vows. The more he learned through little tidbits about Lynne's life and background, the more that the church she grew up in seemed hopelessly repressive and cultic, and he couldn't believe she'd wound up having so much personality and warmth to her. It was probably the performer in her. She had all that energy onstage, and it radiated offstage, and it kept her from feeling cold, antiseptic and vanilla. That was probably why she could not conform to the church, and led to her falling in love with him outside the church, if you could call it that, and getting kicked out.
Funny how you could take for granted shit like the freedom to plan your own vows. He was glad that she was free from that prison, if anyone deserved to plan their own vows it was his creative, bubbly, loving, sensual little bride. Lynne was such a great writer, songwriter and otherwise. He "filched" one of the good bottles of wine they planned on serving the guests early before they got all sauced up. He also told Lynne not to worry about fixing anything for the picnic. She was always fixing him fabulous meals, and he didn't want her to feel like she had to worry about feeding him for it to be a romantic time.
He got a wonderful fruit, cheese, and olive platter from a delicatessen in the area, and some finger foods he knew Lynne adored. For dessert, a small pastry for them to share.
He also got a nice blanket and picked a nice playlist for his iPhone to play. He hoped they could keep their hands off of each other. It was hard, and each moment, with those gorgeous milky brown eyes that looked so eager to please him, posed a temptation. Each glimpse he caught of her braless breasts, nipples poking through those faded, slogan, or cartoon t-shirts, each sneaky whiff of her pussy, the smell of her hair, and he wanted to fuck her hard with his cock until they both cried out with joy.
She was so eager the way she held his hand as they made their way to his makeshift picnic in the woods. She squeezed his hands and swung it in her hand like a happy teenager. He'd done something a little corny, and now wondered if he should be embarrassed. What if Lynney didn't like it?
He'd built a small fort for her in the woods with twigs and branches, and he hoped he hadn't gone too over the top. Thinking about planning the picnic for her, his immediate thought was, a woman who'd never climbed a tree had probably never been in a fort either. She said she was okay that her father wasn't going to be at the wedding, because he'd proven himself to be an asshole, and while she probably was, he understood why this would probably still sting her a bit. As he told her, it probably would always sting, so Leif loved doing things he felt like Lynne would enjoy and would take away some of the sting she'd known in her life before him. Now that he was in her life, there'd be no more pain. So, putting together a fun surprise for her, where she'd get to feel like his special girl, and he'd see wonder in her eyes was a delight for him.
When she saw it she giggled with sheer happiness and he swore that his heart felt like it would burst hearing her delightful little giggle.
