And she bit her lip and smiled up at him, all coy and breathless and fucking hot as hell with her hair tumbling down her back and that red rose behind her ear, and let him pull her away. They slipped away unnoticed letting the back door close very quietly behind them, still holding hands, and she followed behind him, her fingers tight around his. By mutual agreement, they went through to the kitchen to nick some of the wedding spread to take upstairs with them and somehow they ended up snogging up against the kitchen table, heedless of whoever might wander through.