Pairing: Blouse/Emmeline
Rating: D

Disclaimer: The author makes no claim to owning the rights of anything to do with Terry Pratchett or Discworld.
Notes: Written for the Cheesemongers June 2006 challenge.

Oh, to Be a Grune Bride!
by Amazon Syren

Do you, Rupert Blouse, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?

Emmaline couldn't help blushing at the jokes she'd heard that night — all double entendres, and some not even as subtle as that.

In riches and in poverty?

She giggled, half nervous, half excited, as the pins were slipped, one by one, from her hair.

In sickness and in health?

Now the long row of tiny buttons down her back. She felt she was being opened like a gift. She felt him kiss the top of her head, nuzzle her dark brown curls.

In the sight of Nuggan and these witnesses?

The dress slipped off, pooling on the floor in a heap of shining silk.

Until death do you part?

She turned to her husband. Unbuttoned his red dress jacket — a frock coat, named after the general of the army, or so he'd told her once.

I do.

Emmaline smiled at his nervous expression. She hadn't missed the bulge in his trousers. Emmaline had older sisters. She knew what that meant.

She put her arms around her husband.

You may kiss the bride.