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Rosaline Capulet

"You're what?!" I snapped at Livia. "Are you mad?" I shook my head, the world around me spinning. "The three of you think... you all think that you can blackmail the Prince of Verona. And that he'll let us all just... get on with our lives. Not to mention the horror show you'll all be in if you're wrong about this information, blackmail is a crime. A high, high crime by the way, one which you all could be killed for regardless of Escalus's already putrid feelings about Benvolio and-"

"That was one option. It is our last ditch option. We only use it if you don't go along with our other options, because you can accomplish a lot, but you can't stop all three of us."

"Livia." I snapped again. "Are. You. Mad."

"No. I'm determined that you be happy. We all are. And we're going to ensure that you are not the one to pay the price."

"This is ludicrous. This is-"

"So let's ditch that option." A deeper voice cut in from behind us, and a tall figure stepped out from behind one of the walls in the shrub maze we were hiding in. "As your sister said, there are other options, and we'll let you choose."

"Benvolio." I breathed out. "What are you-"

"You see, I'm hoping you'll agree to my favorite option." He stepped closer and closer and my breath started to become seriously erratic. My chest was pounding and I couldn't stop my hands from shaking. "It involves me throwing rocks at your window." I laughed shakily.

"Do all your plans involve you throwing rocks at my window?"

"Many of them do, it's true. But this was is the best one so far. Because in this one, we sneak out to Friar Lawrence's, and we wed before man and God. Then we let the chips fall where they may and we trust that the considerable wealth and power of our families can convince him to leave us be."

"And if it doesn't?"

"He can't interfere with the church's laws."

"This is the same plan Juliet and Romeo had." I commented. "I'd rather neither of us end up dead, if it's all the same to you."

"We won't be idiots. If the plan of our marriage goes awry we have a rendezvous plan. We go to our secret hideout and live happily ever after."

"Because they'll never think to go there."

"They might. But technically, as long as we stay off the Southern most end of the property we'll be fine." How was he doing this? Standing so close to me without touching. God I wanted to sink forward and into him.

"How do you figure that will help us?"

"It's the only part of your property that is technically part of Verona."

"It's... what?"

"When your father wanted to get away from the feud, he also felt it might be prudent to get away from the society which allowed the feud to go on for so long. He bought a property that was outside of the prince's jurisdiction. Most of your estate... the prince cannot touch you there."

"He... what?"

"So if I had already, say... paid your sister's bride price, and the three of us packed up our things and moved into your home there would be no way for the prince to even speak to us if we decided against it."

"Benvolio." I breathed out.

"Run away with me, Rosaline." I gripped his shirt and pulled him forward planting my lips on his.

"Okay." I whispered, kissing him again. He pulled back, staggering to a distance where he could actually look me in the eyes.

"Okay? You... do you mean it Rosaline?"

"Yes. I... to hell with the prince, to hell with Verona. Let's run away together."

Benvolio Montague

Once again, I found myself holding a handful of small rocks at the bedroom window of the girl I loved. I smiled. Only this time we were running away for good. I tossed a few before she opened the window, dressed in a riding cloak, with a small leather satchel slung over her shoulder. She bit her lip, grinning at me from her balcony. I smiled back and we stared at one another for a few moments until a second figure appeared out her door.

"Are you two just going to stare at one another or are we running away?" Livia whispered down with a smirk, nudging her sister towards the vines she and I had used to climb in and out several times before. "Go on then."

"I'm going!" Rosaline hurried down and all but fell into my arms. My lips were instantly on hers and I held her, as tightly to me as I could. In a few short hours, she would be my wife. I kissed her deeply, relishing in her scent, her taste, the feel of her in my arms, pressed against me and-

"Come on you two. We've got to actually run away if we want to run away before anyone notices.

"Have I told you how annoying you are lately, Liv?"

"Not for a few hours, so I'd say it's about time." I took Rosaline's hand and led the pair of them to the horses I had prepared. We swung up and I grinned at Rosaline. "You remember the way? From when you snuck off with Juliet?"

"Let's not invoke that story line, shall we?"

"Just lead the way, Rosaline." She grinned at that. She always did love being in charge. She took off like a shot and Livia and I followed her dutifully, all the way to the friar's chambers. We took the backroads and hidden passages yhroigh gardens and feilds, riding in thr shadows, avoiding the roads and guarded posts where we would be seen by palace informants or Montague or Capulet men. It added to our journey but it wouldnt do to have someone in opposition following us and bursting in, stoping the marriage.

Marriage. I was going to marry my beat friend tonight. I was going to claim her, and she me. We were going to spend the rest of our lives together and tonight- actually, focus on the ride, Benvolio. We arrived nearly an hour later, having obfuscated any trail they could have picked up of us with doublebacks and two river crossings.

"Friar!" I called out as we swung down from our saddles. "Friar Lawrence!"

"Hush boy!" A voice cut through the darkness and a hand reached out to stop us, guiding us into the shadowy shrubbery beside the path.

"Friar Antonio? But where is Friar Lawrence?"

"Taken. For questioning about the disappearance of the Capulet girls." He looked pointedly at Rosaline and Livia.

"Oh dear God." Rosaline breathed out, her voice shaking as we reached for one another. "Who? Who took him? My family? The Prince?" The younger man just shook his head.

"That was unclear. He hid me in the confessional so they would not know my presence but it made overhearing anything useful a touch more difficult."

"Benvolio what are we going to do? If they stop us before we reach..." she trailed off hopelessly.

"He will not tell a soul. He was determined as he saw them approaching, guessing what was afoot. It will take more than sharp words and sharper blades to break a man of God once his mind has been set as to the Father's plan. Come quickly children. I am to marry you. By the time they find your trail you will be married and have spent the night together in your new home. But first," he grabbed our packs off the horses and tying the reins up so they would not trip, whipped them onward, leaving tracks which fled the monastery south of the city.

My heart hurt. My Rosaline deserved the finest of ceremonies, a grand gown, hundreds of her peers watching, envious, she deserved her friends by her side... though while we were wishing for the impossible I should also mention that she deserved her parents by her side at her wedding too. What she did not deserve was sneaking around in the dead of night, being on the run from palace guards, hiding from my family and hers, being married in a rushed ceremony in the chambers of a young friar. His bed was barely out of arms length from me. I sighed. I wished to give her better than this. She deserved better. Better than this marriage. Better than me. God above, if you're still listening, I swear by my very soul that I will spend the rest of my life trying to give her the very best, to give her the life she deserves, and to be the man she deserves. I felt Friar Antonio's hand on my arm and he smiled at my softly, nodding behind me. I turned and had to stop myself from gasping. Livia had draped a stretch of white lace over my brides head, her cloak had been arranged and pinned in a way which looked almost regal, and she held a handful of wildflowers. And she looked like the happiest bride I had ever seen. My bride. My Rosaline. She passed the flowers off to Livia and we clutched hands tightly, our thumbs tracing the skin of one another's fingers and palms as the Friar performed the shortened ceremony. When it came time for our vow, I looked hard into her eyes and I hoped she could feel, could understand how much I really meant them. She was practically shaking with excitement when it was our turn. I was too. When he pronounced us man and wife, and made the prayer that no man tear us asunder, I could wait no longer. I pulled her into my arms and kissed her as if it were the end of the world. Who knew? Perhaps it was.

"I love you." She murmured into my lips.

"And I you, Capulet." She pinched my arm, hard and I jerked my head back. "What on earth was that for?"

"My name, good sir, is Montague. And don't you forget it."

"Such a demanding wife," I complained, unable to keep the grin off my lips.

"Yes. Now come husband. We have affairs to get in order." I felt a strong pull in my belly as I saw the fire in her eyes.

"I thank you, friar." I said to him without taking my eyes of my wife. "If you ever are in need of anything at all. Please do not hesitate to call on us." Ros reached out to the man and kissed his cheek.

"Thank you, Friar. Truly."

"Ros." Livia was at the door, looking back, panicked. "Someone's here. Coming up the stairs. I think I saw Capulet colors."

"Now what?" Rosaline asked as she clutched my arm.

"They can still forcibly separate you if it hasn't been consummated." The Friar reminded us gently.

"We could lie." She offered with a shrug.

"The only way to reason it out would be if we had consummated before the marriage. Which would be a big old sin and call the whole marriage into question. My uncle might demand an annulment on account of lies or something ridiculous given the initial betrothal contract."

"Run." Livia demanded sharply, sounding a bit like her older sister. "I have a plan. My bride price has been met. They cannot force me to return with them."

"Livia, we're not leaving you here." I told her, rolling my eyes.

"I'll meet up with you soon. Trust me." She smiled widely. "It's a good plan, I swear it."

"If they take you-" Rosaline began warningly.

"Then you and your friends can bust me out." She assured her sister. "Go now. Before they catch you."

"There's no time." Friar Antonio cut in, shaking his head. "No back exit. Hide. You'll have to hide."

"Benvolio Montague!" A voice cried out from just barely beyond the door.

"Hurry!"

A/N: Sorry again that it has been an age! Please review with what you'd like to see and vote on whether or not you'd like to see some honeymoon smut!