Preperations (fic)
Summery: Amy helps Jo prepare for her wedding day, and Meg helps Jo prepare for her wedding night.
Comment_fic written for Lillian Raven’s prompt: “Amy can’t tell Jo that she’s kissed Laurie”.
Rating: PG13 - includes mild but very overt sexual references. Nothing graphic.
Pairings Amy/Laurie, Jo/Bhaer
“Oh Jo, if you can’t stay put for a minute, I can guarantee you that your curls never will,” said Amy Laurence with a soft laugh, for how like Jo it was to struggle against the reins of fashion even on her own wedding day!
Jo started reflexively to turn back to look at Amy, but stopped herself just in time and went rod rigid instead.
“If I am to submit to fashionable torture, it might as well be from somebody I can trust,” Jo said. “Meg, do you remember how I burned your hair before Belle Gardiner’s ball?”
“Yes, and that’s why Amy is doing yours now and not me,” said Meg, coming over to kiss Jo on the cheek. “She would rob me of my vengeance.”
They were sitting in the bedroom that the girls had shared as children, and which for one reason or another Amy had not been in since before she left for Europe. She shared her bed with Laurie now, and the old cot where she had used to sleep with Beth seemed bare and tiny. A nostalgic part of her wanted very much to go lie in it again, just for a minute.
“Are you quite ready for today?” Amy asked, as she carefully removed the foils from Jo’s hair, releasing dozens of soft curls.
“If I’m to be honest, I’m more afraid of these shoes you and Laurie brought me back from France than anything else.”
Amy gave Jo an incredulous look. She thought back to her own wedding day. She hadn’t been nervous exactly, but to Amy Jo had always seemed wary of love if not downright frightened of it. Besides, the wedding night had made even romantic Amy feel uneasy for the first few minutes at least until… Amy flushed and looked down suddenly, glad that Jo could not read her mind. Jo was not looking at her, but Meg was and met her gaze.
“Really, I am more ready than you can ever imagine,” Jo said, quite obliviously cheerful. “I know that I love Fritz. I used to wonder how I would know if I was in love or not, and if I could perhaps fall in love somehow and completely miss it, but now I know that the real thing is unmistakable and could never be confused for anything else. I want this more than you can imagine.”
“Really Jo, Amy and I are old married ladies ourselves. Don’t be so sure that we can’t imagine,” Meg teased.
Amy got up to get Jo’s veil off the bed. She froze in her steps however when she heard Jo say very softly, “Meg, what exactly will happen tonight after the ceremony?”
Meg reached her arm around Jo’s shoulder, and her answer was equally soft and confidential.
Amy did sit down on her old bed now, feeling very much the child as Meg explained the male body and the female body in a few simple and well chosen words. It was not that Amy had no experience with such things. She had plenty of experience, thank goodness. It was not even that she’d never breathed a word of it out loud; she’d had a few questions even after many encounters with Laurie on their voyage back to America, and it had been such a relief to be able to talk them over with Meg one night upon arriving home, though they’d never mentioned it again after. It was just that this was Jo, and somehow she felt that around Jo the fact that Laurie was a man now and she herself was a woman needed to be kept a grave secret. This womanhood, this manhood, this union of the two - it was hers and hers alone, not something to be shared with her second oldest sister.
“It will hurt a little the first time, but Fritz loves you and will know how to make it pleasant as well,” Meg finished. “It can be very pleasant once you’re used to it,” she added, her cheeks coloring very prettily.
Finally Amy rose from her place on the bed, and she came up behind Jo with the veil. Jo gave her a look as if to say “anything else?” and Amy thought of telling her how Laurie slept close to her each night and greeted her with a kiss upon awakening each morning. That thought only lasted a second however, for Amy knew that those kisses were hers , sweet and private. She dropped the veil over Jo’s head, and carefully moved the silken material back over Jo’s long hair.
“You look beautiful,” Amy said honestly.
“I have you and your new found European sensibilities to thank for it,” Jo said, letting the previous topic drop, something she would not have done a few years ago. Goodness, but they all were growing up.
“Shall we go then?” Amy asked.
“I think we’d better,” said Jo. “We can hardly have a wedding party without the bride.”
With that the three sisters went downstairs to begin the day’s festivities.
Comment_fic written for Lillian Raven’s prompt: “Amy can’t tell Jo that she’s kissed Laurie”.
Rating: PG13 - includes mild but very overt sexual references. Nothing graphic.
Pairings Amy/Laurie, Jo/Bhaer
“Oh Jo, if you can’t stay put for a minute, I can guarantee you that your curls never will,” said Amy Laurence with a soft laugh, for how like Jo it was to struggle against the reins of fashion even on her own wedding day!
Jo started reflexively to turn back to look at Amy, but stopped herself just in time and went rod rigid instead.
“If I am to submit to fashionable torture, it might as well be from somebody I can trust,” Jo said. “Meg, do you remember how I burned your hair before Belle Gardiner’s ball?”
“Yes, and that’s why Amy is doing yours now and not me,” said Meg, coming over to kiss Jo on the cheek. “She would rob me of my vengeance.”
They were sitting in the bedroom that the girls had shared as children, and which for one reason or another Amy had not been in since before she left for Europe. She shared her bed with Laurie now, and the old cot where she had used to sleep with Beth seemed bare and tiny. A nostalgic part of her wanted very much to go lie in it again, just for a minute.
“Are you quite ready for today?” Amy asked, as she carefully removed the foils from Jo’s hair, releasing dozens of soft curls.
“If I’m to be honest, I’m more afraid of these shoes you and Laurie brought me back from France than anything else.”
Amy gave Jo an incredulous look. She thought back to her own wedding day. She hadn’t been nervous exactly, but to Amy Jo had always seemed wary of love if not downright frightened of it. Besides, the wedding night had made even romantic Amy feel uneasy for the first few minutes at least until… Amy flushed and looked down suddenly, glad that Jo could not read her mind. Jo was not looking at her, but Meg was and met her gaze.
“Really, I am more ready than you can ever imagine,” Jo said, quite obliviously cheerful. “I know that I love Fritz. I used to wonder how I would know if I was in love or not, and if I could perhaps fall in love somehow and completely miss it, but now I know that the real thing is unmistakable and could never be confused for anything else. I want this more than you can imagine.”
“Really Jo, Amy and I are old married ladies ourselves. Don’t be so sure that we can’t imagine,” Meg teased.
Amy got up to get Jo’s veil off the bed. She froze in her steps however when she heard Jo say very softly, “Meg, what exactly will happen tonight after the ceremony?”
Meg reached her arm around Jo’s shoulder, and her answer was equally soft and confidential.
Amy did sit down on her old bed now, feeling very much the child as Meg explained the male body and the female body in a few simple and well chosen words. It was not that Amy had no experience with such things. She had plenty of experience, thank goodness. It was not even that she’d never breathed a word of it out loud; she’d had a few questions even after many encounters with Laurie on their voyage back to America, and it had been such a relief to be able to talk them over with Meg one night upon arriving home, though they’d never mentioned it again after. It was just that this was Jo, and somehow she felt that around Jo the fact that Laurie was a man now and she herself was a woman needed to be kept a grave secret. This womanhood, this manhood, this union of the two - it was hers and hers alone, not something to be shared with her second oldest sister.
“It will hurt a little the first time, but Fritz loves you and will know how to make it pleasant as well,” Meg finished. “It can be very pleasant once you’re used to it,” she added, her cheeks coloring very prettily.
Finally Amy rose from her place on the bed, and she came up behind Jo with the veil. Jo gave her a look as if to say “anything else?” and Amy thought of telling her how Laurie slept close to her each night and greeted her with a kiss upon awakening each morning. That thought only lasted a second however, for Amy knew that those kisses were hers , sweet and private. She dropped the veil over Jo’s head, and carefully moved the silken material back over Jo’s long hair.
“You look beautiful,” Amy said honestly.
“I have you and your new found European sensibilities to thank for it,” Jo said, letting the previous topic drop, something she would not have done a few years ago. Goodness, but they all were growing up.
“Shall we go then?” Amy asked.
“I think we’d better,” said Jo. “We can hardly have a wedding party without the bride.”
With that the three sisters went downstairs to begin the day’s festivities.