Miss Fisher found her house unusually quiet the afternoon before the wedding. She found herself sitting in the parlour alone feeling quite alone. She walked into the kitchen and found herself wishing that Jack was with her to break the loneliness. She knew he was working until 7 and thought perhaps she should call him. She shook her head as she pulled a bottle of champagne from the cupboard, it was only four, she had plenty of time to call Jack.

He knew when she had rung that night that she was scared. Not that she would ever admit that, but he knew that Dot getting married had upset her. Not that she wasn't happy, he would go as far to say she was overjoyed, but he still knew it might not be wise to leave her alone at such a time. So when she had called, sounding very drunk for 6 o'clock at night, he thought it would be best to comply to her wishes and go over when he finished work.

Dot had lived with her for almost three years and now she was going to be living with Hugh. Sure she was still employed by Miss Fisher (after begging for a significant pay cut, she didn't want to earn more than Hugh she had told Miss Fisher over tea one day.) Miss Fisher had only agreed after making Dot agree that she would pay for the majority of the wedding. Miss Fisher had wanted Dot to have the wedding she knew she never would. Now however she felt slightly lost at the thought of being without Dot. Jack was welcomed at the front door by a very un- steady Miss Fisher who practically fell into his arms when the door opened.

"Hello Jack"

He peeled her off him and couldn't help but smirk at her being drunk so early in the night. "Good evening Miss Fisher."

"No its not, it's terrible." He raised his eyebrows at her as he hung up his coat and followed her into the parlour. He took a seat on the love seat, crossing into dangerous territory he knew, and accepted a glass of champagne from what looked like her second bottle. She refilled her own glass and came to sit beside him with a thump. Her head came to rest on his shoulder and he took a sip of his drink, she smelt heavenly tonight he couldn't help but think, something oriental, mixed with mint and alcohol.

"Is Jane ready for her big day tomorrow?" he head himself say in a quiet voice after a short time. Jane was of course going to be Dots bridesmaid and had not stopped talking about it since she was asked. He got no reply and looked down to see her eyes shut and her hand with the champagne going limp. He sighed to himself and took the drink from her hand carefully. She looked so peaceful while sleeping, so still and calm. He lifted her head from his shoulder and stood up, carefully laying her on the couch. She made a small noise in her sleep and he couldn't help but smile as he quietly removed her shoes and turned off the light before letting himself out of the house.

They sat in the pews side by side, much too close he noted for a church and read the booklet they had been presented with upon arrival. He had walked home the night before with a smile on his face and had awoken the same way. The thought of spending the day with Miss Fisher pleased him to no end and the morning had passed slowly as he waited for 11 to arrive when he had been invited to her house for a brief lunch before the wedding. And now here they were, a quite chatter had flooded the church as they waited for the bride to arrive, Jack looked up to Hugh who looked like he was going to vomit and gave him a smirk which Hugh saw and then his eyes widened, Jack looked beside him to see Phryne winking at him. He tapped her on the leg and she turned to face him, her mouth opened to speak a smile dancing on her lips as the choir began to sing and the church rose to welcome in Dot.

They were reading their vows when Jack heard a soft sniffle from beside him. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his handkerchief handing it to Miss Fisher who took it without looking at him trying to hide her tears. He waited until she had wiped her eyes and grabbed her left hand which was now stationary at her side and squeezed it. She squeezed back and moved to rest her head on his shoulder not once taking her eyes off the proceedings. They remained hand in hand through the rest of the ceremony, her wiping her eyes with her other hand every now and then. When the bride and groom kissed they finally fell apart before standing and clapping until the happy couple had walked out. She finally turned to look at him with very wet eyes, her head tilted to the side, her lips went very thin as she fought not to cry. Miss Fisher was the last person Jack would expect to cry at a wedding, but he knew that by marrying Hugh, Dot was essentially leaving Miss Fisher. He suddenly forgot that they were standing in the pews of a church, and pulled her in for a hug which she definitely needed. His body was like a warm and comforting blanket, she suddenly felt safe, as though this was where she longed to stay forever. She pulled from his hug reluctantly after a minute, but firmly gripped his hand as they waved to the happy couple and Jane as they walked back down the aisle. They were just moving to leave their seats when Jane ran up to them smiley wildly, ignoring their proximity, "How was I?"

"You were brilliant Jane, a wonderful bridesmaid"

"I have to go and get photos now, but I will see you at the reception." She ran off as fast as she had come, following the rest of the official wedding party out into the gardens of the church.

When they were finally out of the church, out in the bright sunshine of the day, after saying various hellos and making conversation with the other members of her household Miss Fisher stopped Jack and put a hand up to his chest. "Jack, there's an hour until the reception and" she looked down his body and then back up to meet his eyes. His eyebrows raised in surprise, out of all the things she could have said he was not thinking this. He had expected that to come, but much later, when they had both had too much to drink and would inevitably end up in her hotel room. Her hand was still on his chest, her eyes were kind as though they expected him to say no to her. He bent down and whispered in her ear, her eyes shut in surprise and pleasure at the tingles "The Windsor?" she nodded, not even wanting to know how he knew where she was staying.

15 minutes later they were in the reception area of the Windsor after a silent car trip. Miss Fisher couldn't help but feel glad they had convinced Dot to hold the reception at the Windsor, which meant that they could have a full 45 minutes before having to return to the party. This made her smile as they took the lift up to her room on the third floor arm in arm. They hadn't spoken since the church, but she really didn't mind, Jack was a man of few words at the best of times. And anyway, they had talked for a long time over lunch anyway, the thought of which drew another grin to her face.

They walked into the hotel room with its neatly made bed and expensive furniture and she suddenly felt rather nervous. It had been a long time since the thought of having sex had made her nervous. She sat on the bed and motioned for Jack to join her, his lips quirked as he sat beside her, she looked at him catching his smirk and she leant up to kiss it right off his face. Her hands found his hair and his ear as she kissed him until he had fully relaxed and then she stopped, he still had the smirk on his face. "What is it Jack?"

"One minute you're crying, then were up in your hotel room about to…" She pouted at him and planted a kiss on his throat, his words lost in the process.

He found her neck and began to place rough kissed up to her ear, he could feel her squirm and he tried to undo her dress without much avail. He continued to kiss her, knowing that he was sending her crazy, he was sending himself crazy. She had managed to undo his tie and was now working on his buttons before he felt her hands press on his chest, he stopped kissing her and took his shirt off before coming back to push her down to lay on top of her. Their hands were moving wildly across bodies, feeling everything for the first time, Jacks brain had melted he was sure, he felt a hand tug on his belt and he shut his eyes and let out a small groan. He hadn't done this for a long time and was more than ready when she pushed him off her and undid a zip down the side of her dress which he had failed to notice, tossing her it across the room. He was slightly taken aback to see she was wearing nothing under it. He managed to find words "A little inappropriate for a wedding?" before she breathed back "I knew you'd be waiting." The last remaining drop of blood in his brain left and he pulled her closer to him. The weight of his body on hers caused her to let out a gasp of air and he pushed himself down into her. She let out a muffled cry into his shoulder as he entered her. They began to rock in time and Phryne relaxed into the motion, Jack was very capable she decided as he bit her neck and continued to rock them. She could feel herself tingling and shut her eyes to embrace the feeling, his name slipped out of her mouth in a soft sigh and she fell head first into her orgasm leaving Jack to keep pushing, until he too joined her.

They lay there covered in sweat side by side minutes later and he heard her muffled laughter, her face buried in a pillow. "Is something funny?" he whispered to her, his voice still shaky.

"I just never really imagined us doing this, it should really be the bride and groom." She heard him groan and felt a hand slide onto her hip. "We should really be going down"

She rolled to face him "I guess so" her hand crept up his body "or we could stay here"

"Phryne it's their wedding reception, they would worry if we didn't go."

"Would they? Or would they just think" she winked at him and he rolled his eyes, "no they wouldn't, and anyway, were sitting at the head table, you're making a speech, they would notice if we were missing." She sighed and crossed her arms over her bare chest. "Fine, but were coming back here after." When he didn't speak she turned to look at him with an expectant look, he gave her a small nod and she got up to reapply her lipstick.

They slipped into the reception hall 10 minutes later. As soon as Dot saw them she knew something had happened. Miss Fisher's hair was just slightly wrong, as though she had fixed it herself and her cheeks were very flushed, she also had a sparkle in her eyes which she usually wore when… Dot giggled to herself and then caught herself smiling widely. She caught Miss Fisher's eyes and gave her a grin, almost impressed at what they had finally done.

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