I watch the married couple smile at each other on the dance floor, sharing a soft kiss, which causes a tsunami of camera flashes to go off. I smile at how happy they look, glad that they finally got their day.
“And now, the new Mr and Mrs Parker ask you to join them on the dance floor.” The DJ announced, causing the flower girl to squeal with glee and race to the open space, dragging the reluctant ring bearer behind her. I giggle at the sight, and Ashton nudges my knee with his.
“Fancy a dance?” He grins. I nod, taking his hand and allowing him to lead me to the now half full dance floor.
He wrapped one arm around my waist, the other keeping out fingers entwined against his chest. I rest my free hand on his neck, my fingers playing with the curls at the nape of his neck. He hums lowly along to the song, one I don’t recognise. I smile up at him, and his lips brush my forehead.
“Thanks for coming.” I hum, and he smiles against my skin before pulling away to look at me.
“And miss the sight of you in that dress? I should be thanking you.” He smirks, and I roll my eyes.
“Can we have one romantic moment please?” I giggle, and he pulls away from me slightly, a mock hurt look on his face.
“We have romantic moments!” He protests.
“Ash, last night you told me that I was only your favourite person when I make you dinner.”
“I was joking!”
I grin at him, and he smiles back, pulling me closer again.
“But seriously, you look incredible.” He tells me.
“Thanks.” I blush, looking down at my feet.
“How do you still get embarrassed when I say that after two years?” He chuckles, and I return my eyes to his.
“It’s not everyday you attend a wedding with a good looking rock star who happens to be your boyfriend.”
“However it is everyday that you look beautiful.”
We crawl into bed, tired after the long day we’d had.
“Why are weddings so long?” Michael grumbles, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me into him.
“Well you know, marriage is for life.”
“Doesn’t mean you have to waste half of it actually getting married. I mean really. It went on forever.”
“It did not.”
“Felt like it.”
“That’s just because you don’t like Angus.”
“That isn’t true!”
“You called him a boring, egotistical, moron.”
“Not to his face.”
I grin at him, my finders tapping lightly against his chest whilst Michael’s thumb dragged across my hip.
“Weddings can be fun.” I tell him, and he nods.
“I know. Our’s will be amazing.”
“Our’s?” I question, and his eyes widen.
“I wasn’t meant to say that out loud.” He admits sheepishly.
“You think about that?” I ask, and he nods slowly.
“Well, you know, sometimes. When I miss you and stuff.”
I smile softly, and he relaxes when he realises that I’m not freaking out.
“So it’ll be amazing?”
“The best wedding to ever grace this good earth.”
We stand outside the hall, talking to some friends as the photographs are being taken. Luke’s hand rests on my hip, the other holding his beer. I sip my wine, my eyes wandering over to where the newly weds were posing for a picture.
“You two will be next.” Richard jokes, and I almost choke. Luke grips my hip a little tighter.
“I don’t think we’re next mate.” He replies, sipping his beer slowly.
“Course you are. To be honest, I’m surprised you haven’t popped the question yet.”
“I’m eighteen!” Luke exclaims, before quickly turning to look at me. “Not that marrying you wouldn’t be great, because it would, I just…”
“Luke.” I stop him, and he smiles gratefully.
“Thanks love.” He smiles, kissing me quickly.
“You are so next.” Richard mumbles, and I glare at him.
“We are not.” I growl, and he grins.
“Aren’t what?” A small voice chimes, and we all look down to see Tom, the ring bearer.
“Getting married.” Luke tells him, causing the boy’s face to scrunch up.
“Why don’t you want to marry Y/N?” He asks. “She’s pretty.”
“I agree mate. She’s beautiful.” He nods, dropping down to his knees so he was eye level with the six year old. “But between you and me, I don’t think she wants to marry me.”
“Why?” He whispers back, his eyes widening as he looks up at me quickly before looking back at Luke.
“Because she’s too pretty for me.”
I roll my eyes as Luke stands up again, whilst Tom pulls on my free hand.
“Would you marry Luke?” He whispers, and I smile at him.
“Maybe one day.” I reply, nudging Luke’s hip with mine. He grips my hip again, kissing my head, before moving his lips to my ear.
“I may hold you to that.”
“Here.” He mutters, handing me a drink before sitting down next to me.
“Thanks.” I murmur, taking a sip before placing it back on the table.
“Wow. Really feeling the love between you two.” Michael comments, and I glare at him across the table.
“Shut up Mike.” I mutter, taking a longer drink.
“Don’t be mad at him.” Calum snaps. “He isn’t the problem.”
“And I am?” I ask incredulously.
“Ladies and gentlemen, may I present, Mr and Mrs Dean Jones!” The best man calls, and we clap as the couple enter the room.
“I just don’t understand.” He hisses, prompting me to look at him. “Why don’t you agree with marriage?”
“That isn’t what I said!”
“Yes it is!”
“No. It isn’t.” I tell him. “I said I don’t agree with this marriage, marriage being a last resort at staying together, not marriage itself.”
“Oh.” He mumbles, and I roll my eyes. His hand soon finds its way into my lap, and I lace my fingers with his. “So you do agree with marriage?”
“Yeah Cal. I do.”
“And you want to get married one day?”
“Is that what this is about?”
He nods, and I lean over, pressing a kiss to his lips.
“I’d marry you.” I tell him softly, and he hums. “Just not any time soon.”
matt and foggy for ♦? I encourage fluffy nonsense :))
“Illegal,” Matt whispers with a smirk, as Foggy sneaks another pair of
beers from the open bar. “For shame, Mr. Nelson.”
Foggy shivers; he tells himself it’s just from the chill of the bottles against
his skin, and not from the way Matt’s furtive whisper ghosts warmly across his
Foggy clears his throat. “We’re 20 and hip, Murdock. Nobody cares if we
sneak a couple.”
Matt’s grin only widens. “Oh, so we’re hip now?”
“I’m going pretend that that wasn’t a dig at my obvious hipness.
Besides, it’s a wedding! Everyone gets to drink at a wedding.”
Matt shrugs. “I guess I wouldn’t know.”
Oh, right. Matt’s folded so neatly into the Nelson clan that Foggy sometimes
forgets that he’s not actually a part of it–that Matt hasn’t partied through a
dozen Nelson cousin weddings right alongside Foggy. Hell, before Foggy invited
him to tag along to this one, Matt had probably never been to a wedding.
“I will teach you the ways of the wedding,” Foggy says grandly, wrapping an
arm around Matt in order to dispel their sobering thoughts. After all, the
words sober and wedding simply do not mix. “It’s all in the three
D’s, my friend. Drinking, dancing, and, uh, and…”
Foggy nearly chokes on his spit, all the while Matt innocently sips his
beer. Which, hey, maybe it actually is innocent. It’s not like Mattcould know what
his lovely voice suggesting debauchery does to Foggy.
Lucas sat calmly in an arm chair, his bow tie left undone, and his best man’s speech in hand as he went over it one more time. There was still plenty of time; the ceremony itself hadn’t even happened, but he liked to be prepared. Looking up from the cue cards, he watched Farkle do another round of pacing and shook his head, a faint tilt to his mouth. “Would you calm down already? You’re gonna wear a hole in the carpet if you keep this up.”
Inhaling and exhaling with exaggerated effort, Farkle clawed at his neck. “I think I’m having an asthma attack.”
Lucas blinked. “Considering you don’t have asthma, I find that highly unlikely.”