Lottie's stressed.

Like to the point of tears stressed.

She's been so busy planning the wedding that her music has been pushed to the back burner.

Riley is worried about her. He keeps telling her that a wedding- their wedding shouldn't be stressing her out this much. It's supposed to be fun.

He talked her into a little romantic weekend get away to take a brain break from all the planning.

"What do you think?" Riley asks as he drops their bag on the floor next to the desk at the hotel he booked.

"It's nice." She smiles. "Never been to Clarksville 'fore."

"They got a pool and a hot tub."

"The hell're we waitin' for?" She asks, digging through their bag for her swimsuit.

She strips her clothes off in front of him and he blushes. He blushes. They're getting married and she can still make him blush.

She grabs his hand and pulls him to the ground level where they find the pool totally void of other guests.

Lottie drops the towel wrapped around her and steps into the pool. She can feel Riley's eyes on her as she sinks into the water.

He joins her, wading up to her before he kisses her, pressing her against the side of the pool. His lips trail down her neck and she squeaks.

"Here?"

"Why not? No one's here." He murmurs against her skin.

Ever since that night he fucked her in the bathroom, he's been stepping outside of his comfort zone.

She giggles, wrapping her legs around his waist as they start making out. She gasps when she feels him push into her. He pulls the top of her swimsuit down and starts pressing wet kissing against her already wet skin.

The door swings open and a couple voices echo across the tile.

Riley stops but doesn't pull away. He looks past his fiancé at the older couple that joins them.

He shares a friendly smile as they sink into the hot tub and start a conversation between themselves.

Lottie presses against Riley's chest, silently telling him to pull out but he doesn't budge. He smirks down at her, slowly moving his hips again. She has to bite her lip hard to keep her moans in now that they have company.

"I can't-" She lets out a choked gasp when his hand slips between her thighs. "Ri..." Her eyes bounce between him and the older couple, her cheeks flaming. She pushes him back and puts her swimsuit back into place.

"Just wait 'til we get back to the room." He says huskily against her neck.

Lottie rolls her eyes as she wades away from him, disappearing under the water before popping back up.

Riley catches a glimpse of her ring and he grins. "Are you takin' my last name?"

"Lottie Green." She hums, nodding to herself. "Has a ring to it. Why don't you take my name?"

"Riley Cross?" He snorts.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothin'. I just think your name sounds good with mine: Lottie Green." She scrunches her nose up. "You're cute."

"Thanks." She giggles, lifting herself to sit on the edge of the pool. "Wanna head upstairs?" She whispers, her arm around his chest from behind.

He leaps up and wraps the too small towel around his waist as Lottie wraps hers around her body, the hem barely covers her ass.

Riley pushes her back against the elevator wall, his lips against hers. "What's- What's up with this, Ri?" She asks breathlessly. "We ain't supposed to be havin' sex."

"Then don't." He whispers back. "We don't have to." His fingers tease the hem of the short towel. "We can just sleep in the same bed without havin' sex."

She bites her lip as he starts pressing teasing kisses against her neck and thankfully the elevator door opens to their floor.

"We- we shouldn't have sex 'til the weddin', Ri. I don't want to be pregnant while I'm walkin' down the aisle." She says as she struggles to unlock the door with the keycard. "Y'know?"

Riley takes the keycard from her and opens the door. "I get that but-"

"No buts, Riley." She sighs, dropping her towel as she stands in the bathroom. "I think we should really hold out 'til the weddin'."

"But-!"

"It's just a couple more months."

Riley groans, kicking his trunks off in the tub before pulling boxers on. He flops on the bed and sighs over dramatically. "Fine."

"Thank you." She lays next to him, looking over his face. "But we can start the celibacy when we get home."

Riley grins and grabs the side of her face, kissing her so hard that her head is pushed against the bed.

That night, Lottie and Riley are surprised they didn't get any noise complaints. They're certain the people at the front desk heard them. There isn't a single surface in that hotel room they didn't fuck on.

+++

"Are you nervous?" Michael's girlfriend, Caleigh, asks.

Lottie and her met at that party he threw a while ago and have been friends ever since. It's so nice to finally have a girl to talk to after years and years of just having Riley around.

"Nervous? Me? No way."

Of course she's nervous!

She's getting married today!

Caleigh helps her Into her simple yet sexy wedding dress Riley had mentioned to her when they walked past a local shop. He told her she'd look beautiful in it and lo and behold, it fits like a glove.

Lottie bites her lip, carefully flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder as she fixes the strap of her dress.

"Holy shit." She exhales shakily. "Holy fuck."

"Lottie, relax." Caleigh smiles. "I'm gonna go get your shoes from my car, okay?" She nods and sits back on the loveseat.

There's a soft knock on the door. "Who is it?"

"It's me." Riley grins. Even her voice sounds beautiful. "Can I come in?"

Lottie laughs. "I wish."

Riley smiles again, leaning against the closed door. "Just wanted to see how you were doin'. I know this is crazy stressful."

"I'm doin' okay." She responds. "How're you doin'?"

"I'm excited as hell." He practically giggles. "I've been waitin' for this day for a long time."

"Hey! What're you doin'?" Caleigh shouts, a smile lacing in her words.

"Checkin' in on Lot." He shoots back, giving Caleigh a one armed hug. "You look beautiful."

"Just wait 'til you see your future wife."

Riley blushes and his smile grows.

"Riley! C'mon!" The wedding planner shouts from the ground floor.

"Good luck, Riley!" Caleigh waves him off then slips back into the room with her friend.

Lottie's leaning half way out the window with a cigarette between her fingers. She's limiting herself to just one and she's been holding it off for a while but she's stressed as hell.

"You okay?" She asks, taking the simple heels out of the box.

"Yeah." She nods, flicking her cigarette out the window then shuts the glass.

She steps into her heels and takes one last look at her reflection. "I'm gettin' married today." She grins. "Oh my god!"

+++

"Well Mrs. Green," Riley starts, taking her hand. "What should we do now? We got half an hour 'til the reception."

"What're you tryna say?" Lottie smirks back, her fingers twisting in the tie he's wearing. She gives it a tug as she steps backwards toward the bed.

He follows her, like he had a choice when her manicured nails are working on the knot at the top. She falls to the bed with him on top of her, his knees on either side of her hips. Her dress is hiked up her thighs, exposing the old fashioned garter band on her right leg. He suppressed a groan, his rough fingers tracing the thin straps of her dress, doing down to the plunging neckline.

There's a knock on the door. "Fuck off." He mutters. "Go away!"

"We gotta get pictures." Caleigh says from the other side. "The girls are waiting for y'all!"

"Shit." He groans. "Right now? They- they can't wait?"

"Riley, we've had this planned for months."

Lottie's slim fingers wrap around his tie again, getting his attention quickly. "We've got all night to fuck." She whispers in a sultry tone. His eyes flutter closed and his lip gets tucked between his teeth at her words. "We gotta get pictures taken before my hair gets messed up from you pullin' it."

"Lot..."

"C'mon guys!"

"Comin'!" Lottie giggles back, sliding out from under Riley. "Let's go." She takes his hand and pulls him back down to the ground floor of the house for the photographers.