"You never told me much about your wedding."
I tried not to look too uncomfortable as I fidgeted.
"Well, given how the marriage ended..."
She nodded. "I understand. But still - the day itself had to have been good, right?"
"Well," I said after a moment, "yeah. I loved getting all dressed up, and we had our friends there. We had such a beautiful space, and the theme..."
She nodded, and cuddled up against me before I felt her breath against my neck.
I felt my body relax as she stroked my hair, petting me until I was deep in trance, the world around us soft and distant.
"I want you to think back to your wedding," she murmured in my ear. "You can think back so easily when you're deep, can't you?"
"It's like a perfect picture, isn't it?"
"Tell me what you're wearing."
"Tuxedo...Top hat...had a waistcoat made."
"That pretty blue brocade one? I remember it in your closet."
She hummed in my ear, and then I felt her kiss on my neck.
"But what if you had been wearing a beautiful dress instead?"
I shivered. "Skirt...made of the same fabric?"
"Mmmhm. A white bodice, and a lace veil under your hat?"
"Of course it is, beautiful. You're wearing it."
The person who I had been seemed to melt away in my mind, and I saw myself in the dress instead. Face flushed with excitement, eyes bright. "I'm so pretty..."
Her lips found mine, and I moaned softly into her mouth.
"Of course you are, my blushing Bride."