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After 15 months of stress and arguments with flower vendors because they didn't know what cosmos were, the day had finally come.

The air was warm. The sun just beginning to rise as you sat in the car with Tara and Simone.

"Well, personally I think this is a very brave decision!" Simone says from the backseat, "though I wouldn't want to be you when you have to tell HR that you married our coworker."

You laugh softly, twirling the diamond ring around your finger. "Everyone keeps asking me if I'm sure. If I'm ready to be locked down forever," you hesitate, looking out of the passenger window at the slowly lightening sky, "but it doesn't feel like that. I've never been more ready. I don't feel like I'm being locked down. I love him more than my heart allows. There's nothing in my life I've ever felt this ready for"

Tara playfully swoons in her seat, the back of her hand against her forehead as she falls back against the headrest. She keeps one eye open, watching the road.

"Yeah yeah, laugh all you want. It's my wedding day, I've earned the right to be a sap. If you had to deal with those fucking caterers, you would also be grateful for the day to finally be here. " I'm just glad I never have to arrange another mass gathering like this again." You smile as you speak.

"Uhh, what about that second wedding you need to plan for me and your doctor?" Simone says, playfully indignant.

"Girl, Zayne is a man on a mission. " If you want his number, you're going to actually have to speak to him, you know."

"I still think it's kind of weird you invited your doctor to your wedding," Tara pipes in before Simone slaps the back of her head, rubbing her hand when it collides with the sponge curlers in Tara's short hair.

"Have you seen that man!? I would invite him to my grandmother's funeral just so I could look at him too!" Simone all but shouts.

You turn abruptly in your seat, looking at her sitting in the back with that shit eating grin. "Ma'am!" you laugh. "We are not thirsting over my doctor! especially not today, of all days!"

She throws her hands up in the air, defeated. "Fine! But I make no promises tonight. If he's at the reception, I will be making a move."

You laugh at her but nod, agreeingly, as Tara pulls up to the venue.

In hindsight, maybe you should have hired a wedding planner. It was nearly two thirty, and the guests had just begun arriving. Mostly just the wedding party to help set up. The ceremony wasn't until four.

The makeup artist sat in front of you, explaining why they were going to wait until the last minute to do your mascara.

Tara pipes up from across the room, "Oh, she's definitely going to cry it all off before she even walks down that aisle!"

You flip her off, smiling because she's right.

Simone walks to you, her dark blue silk robe contrasting against her skin. She hands you a mimosa, and Tara's right, crying is the only option. Everyone freezes when you break out in sobs.

"I just love you guys so much! Thank you for spending this day with me." You sob hysterically. The makeup artist rubs your back as she works to minimize the tears by what feels like pressing a tissue directly into your eyeballs.

"No, honey, don't cry. This is a happy day! You're going to marry the love of your life! And you're going to be surrounded by your friends!" Simone looks at Tara before she continues, "And- and your family! Right? Caleb's coming?"

You nod at the reminder. You had asked your brother to come. You had hoped he would be here to walk you down the aisle.

When he arrived early last night, you and Xavier had gone to the airport to pick him up. And when the three of you had gotten back to your apartment, Caleb had quickly kicked Xavier out. "Can't see the bride the night before, Xavie!" He had said. With the smirk that only a big brother could carry.

So yes, you were glad he was going to be here. It had been a while since he had come home from Skyhaven. Now that he's off for your wedding, you're glad he's back.

"It's just… I've never really had a lot of close friends, and I'm really happy that you guys are here," you sniffle.

"Hey, hey, sunshine, no crying," Tara says, approaching you with her arms out. You fall into the hug, and the hairstylist in the other corner makes a noise in her throat when Tara strokes your hair.

A knock at the door brings you out of your self-pity, and Simone is quick to say loudly, "If something needs done, please go ask Caleb! he is in charge of handling pre-wedding preparations!" She walks to the door, opening it and standing in the doorway, blocking your view. Xavier stands at the other side, panting. She asks, "Did you run down here?"

He nods as he tries to get a look around her, standing on his tiptoes to try to find you in the room. "Yes. Can I see my fiancée, please? I heard her crying. " What's wrong?"

"Nothing, you big sweet man," Tara says, her arms still around you. "She's crying because Simone and I are good friends. " You're not supposed to see the bride for another hour and a half"

Xavier pushes into the room, and he stops in front of you. Kneels, really. "You look beautiful, my star. Can you tell me what's wrong? Why is my beautiful bride crying?"

Tara and the makeup artist retreat, giving you room to look down at him between your legs.

He rubs the ends of the white silk robe that rests against your mid-thigh, in between his thumb and forefinger. "I didn't want to break the wedding rules. It's bad luck to see the bride before I walk down the aisle. I'm sorry I made you come down here. There's just… a lot of emotions, I guess? I wasn't crying because I was upset. I was crying because I'm really grateful for Tara and Simone. They just… didn't have to be here today, and they woke up with me at 4 am to watch the sunrise on my wedding day. I just… I've never really had a family. or sisters. And I'm just really happy that I get to have them here today," you say, fighting the tears in your eyes.

"Starlight," he whispers, "my love. You didn't make me do anything. I chose to come down to the bridal suite to find you. And who needs the wedding rules anyway? We don't need luck. But you are right, Tara and Simone are great friends. Isaiah and Jeremiah are currently fighting over the shrimp platter in the groom's suite. So it could definitely be worse," he smiles. "Are you going to be okay?"

The hairstylist quietly squeezes behind you to plug in a curling iron.

"Yeah. yeah im gonna be okay. Just… big day, a lot of emotions." You shake your hands out, and a quiet giggle emerges from somewhere in the room.

His palms rub your thighs under your robe, and when he finds the satin of your garter, he glows a little bit. The noise vibrates through your chest before you realize you're giggling.

Tara checks her watch, saying loudly, "Alright, lovebirds! Ten minutes is up! We need to continue getting ready!" She and Simone usher Xavier out of the door, and they turn to you with matching playfully exhausted expressions.

The double doors swing wide, and you're escorted onto a stone path leading to the altar.

"You know," Caleb whispers into your ear as he walks you down the aisle, "it's not too late to run"

Shoving him into the bush next to him would be the kindest thing you could do for that comment.

"I'm not running from my wedding, 'leb," you say under your breath. "I want to marry Xavier, and you know this. He's good for me. I love him."

"but hes not Zayne," Caleb says. And when you shoot him a dirty glance, he's suddenly not looking at you.

"Caleb. Not today," you warn. but hes ignoring you in favor of preparing the walk down the part of the aisle that's actually surrounded by guests.

Jeremiah escorts Tara to her seat before he takes his, and suddenly the entire aisle is clear. Your view is unobstructed. The 25 people with their eyes trained on you no longer matter. Nothing matters. Xavier stands at the altar frozen still. You mourn every interaction you've ever had with any other man when you see something in his chest shatter, and hear him let out a sob. He looks surprised by the fact that he is crying. You're not. You knew this would happen.

The wedding march begins, and you and Caleb take the first step toward the altar. He stays quiet, but you can feel Zayne's eyes on you from the fourth row back. You know Caleb is right. Xavier isn't Zayne. And that's part of why you love him. you loved both of them. But this isn't the discussion to be having with yourself as you walk down the aisle, you decide.

You reach the end, Caleb hands Xavier your hand before kissing you softly on the head and walking to sit down next to Simone.

"Hi," you say, your veil catching in the wind and sticking to your lip gloss. Xavier laughs and tries his best to hold the bottom of it away from your mouth.

The officiant stands next to you, her smile wide as she says to the crowd, "You may be seated. Today we are here to celebrate the love between your friends, your family, your loved ones. But the couple that stands here today is a testament to the love we all share. Marriage is a beautiful thing when it is shared between those who are certain of each other, and those who can love each other through every hardship imaginable. Marriage is beyond just a title, it is a partnership. A declaration to always be by each other's sides."

She steps back as she says, "And I believe the couple have readings prepared before they make their vows?"

You nod, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath before you look directly at Xavier. His face still tear-stained. Your palm finds his cheek, wiping a stray tear before you begin to speak. Reading from memory, the poem you chose in lieu of a bible verse reading, "I didn’t fall in love with you. I walked into love with you, with my eyes wide open, choosing to take every step along the way. I do believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe we are only fated to do the things that we’d choose anyway. And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you. - the chaos of star, by kierstin white"

The officiant instructs Xavier to read his, and he pulls a note from his pocket. he whispers quietly, "I memorized it, but I want to make sure I get it right." There's a tremble to his hands as he reads, "I will love you forever; whatever happens. Till I die and after I die, and when I find my way out of the land of the dead, I’ll drift about forever, all my atoms, till I find you again. I’ll be looking for you, every moment, every single moment. And when we do find each other again, we’ll cling together so tight that nothing and no one’ll ever tear us apart. Every atom of me and every atom of you. We’ll live in birds and flowers and dragonflies and pine trees and in clouds and in those little specks of light you see floating in sunbeams. And when they use our atoms to make new lives, they won’t just be able to take one, they’ll have to take two, one of you and one of me - the amber spyglass by phyllip pullman." He didn't glance down at the paper once while he was reading it. There are tears streaming down both of your faces. And when you look back on this moment in 5 years, neither of you will care.

You can't stop staring into his eyes, and you blank out for a minute before you realize you're going to have to ask him to reread his vows to you later because you didn't catch a single word.

The officiant says softly, "Do you take him to be your lawfully wedded husband?" You nod through a sob. She turns to Xavier, "Do you take her to be your-"

"Yes. very much so, yes," he interrupts with a small smile and a giggle that could thaw liquid nitrogen.

"Then I now pronounce you husband and wife. Xavier, you may kiss the bride," she says as she steps out of view. You make a note to self to thank her later for remembering to move so that she wasn't in your wedding photos for your first kiss.

He fights with your veil for a second, and you both giggle. Unclipping the barrette where it holds the veil onto your head, he lets the sheer fabric float away in the wind. wasting no time before he's grabbing the back of your head, dipping you low, and kissing you so deeply that your entire world spins.

the reception is a mix of pure chaos and unbridled love.

You'd already changed out of your main ceremony gown, into a dress that allows for more movement.

Caleb is caught two hours in, grinding against Simone and Zayne on the dance floor. The sight of the three of them together will forever be burned into your memories.

Everyone is at least three drinks in by the time they call time for the garter toss. Caleb picks you up around the waist and sets you down on a chair in the middle of the dance floor. You can't help but giggle at your brother's antics as he sways back to his spot, his drink (which you're pretty sure is actually Sprite and Zayne is just telling him that it's a vodka seltzer) sits protectively in Zayne's grip. The sight is actually calming. At least someone is taking care of him tonight.

Xavier, now with the top three buttons of his shirt undone, more than half drunk, runs before falling to his knees and sliding up to your chair. You laugh, covering your mouth as he looks up at you. His hands fall to your knees, pushing them open so fast you have no choice but to move with the motion of your legs, leaning into him a little bit.

"Watch it, firefly," you say against his ear, but he just hums and leans in to kiss you. Admittedly, you do get carried away in the kiss, but you split apart when your drunk ears catch onto the whooping around you. Mostly Caleb. Who… is now sitting in Zayne's lap, you note.

Xavier pulls back, and you recognize the look in his eyes when he pulls the hem of your dress up. Suddenly, this was not a good idea as you look up and make direct eye contact with Isaiah. Xavier shimmies his drunk ass under your dress, and you try to maintain a poker face through the shouts and the wolf whistles (namely your coworker Valko, egging Caleb's shouts on). Xavier whispers something against your thigh before being a total douche and kissing the center of your panties. You feel your face flush immediately. Isaiah will not stop making eye contact with you. Xavier moves from your center, biting your thigh and roughly grabbing the satin in his teeth before he's not taking it down your leg in one piece, but literally ripping it off of your thigh with his teeth.

he resurfaces from under your dress with the torn garter in his teeth and the room erupts in cheers. He cheekily tosses it towards Jeremiah before standing and offering you a hand. "Cake, my starlight?"

This motherfucker.

You walk hand in hand to the dessert table, Simone quickly whispering in a sing song voice directly into your ear when she passes the two of you, "You are in for a nighttttt." You swat at her and turn back to Xavier, prepared to help him cut the cake.

You get the knife to the bottom of the cake, and Xavier insists on feeding you a bite. You knew this cake was going to be good. That's why you spent three weeks at different bakeries taste testing. There was no doubt that it would be good. But you're silently congratulating yourself when the cake really is just THAT good.

You look to Xavier for confirmation, but he's just watching you. When you arch an eyebrow to ask why he didn't try any, he lunges forward, kissing into your mouth like a man starved.

" 's really good," he says when he pulls back.

Caleb is never going to let you live this night down. But frankly… fuck him. It's your wedding night, and you're allowed to be drunk and horny for your husband.

HUSBAND. Fuck, you love that word. You lean in after swallowing the last bit of cake you had, grabbing Xavier by the back of the hair and forcing his lips to yours. The crowd is forgotten as you two lose yourselves in the kiss. His tongue meets yours in the middle, and you feel him moan before you hear Isaiah gag.

Xavier pulls away, his lips shiny with your lip gloss that you have to keep repeatedly applying.

"I love you," he says. "My wife"

You immediately turn to Tara and ask what time the send-off is.

The plane lands in a different country. majority of the passengers asleep. It was late. about 4 in the morning. but there was no universe in which you were tired. The alcohol had long worn off, and the charged energy between you and Xavier had kept you awake for the entire four-hour flight.

you had barely been able to keep your hands off of eachother the whole drive to the airport. Admittedly, if it wouldn't have made you late for your flight, you would have made the driver pull the car over the second you got out of hearing range from the venue.

"Mr. and Mrs. Shen," Xavier tells the car rental attendant after making your way through the airport. You note that he's glowing when he says this. Well… that's not fully true. He's been glowing all day. He's just gotten brighter the last hour and a half.

The tired man behind the counter gives Xavier the keys, and he teleports both of you into the car.

The laugh that bubbles up out of your throat is nearly inhuman.

"starlight dont laugh. " I'm not being cockblocked by time," he says, buckling your seatbelt for you before reversing the car out of the parking lot and driving straight to the hotel.

you anxiously shift in your seat while he drives. His hand on your upper thigh, rubbing soft circles against your wedding dress that you didn't bother to change out of.

In hindsight, it might not have been the greatest idea to schedule your wedding around your ovulation cycle. you were dripping into the seat below you. And Xavier was absolutely going to have to pay the $100 fee to get the seats shampooed if he ever found out.

So you sat relatively still. Careful to keep your eyes on the road in front of you the entire time and not on his hand. His hand currently grazing your thigh. His hands that, if you did look down, you would be able to see every vein within. the hands that have brought you orgasm after orgasm. The fingers that- fuck, you needed help.

His skin softly illuminated the car's interior. Bright enough that you think if he looked at you right now, he would be able to tell just how gone you were already.

The car pulled up to the hotel valet, and Xavier was quick to hand the small man the rental keys. The man grabbed your suitcases out of the trunk and handed them to another man in a suit waiting by the entrance.

Your husband tells the man that you two will be in the honeymoon suite, tipping him what you're assuming is a very large amount, based on the speed in which the man moves to drop your suitcases off at the penthouse.

Xavier then approaches the woman at the front desk, quickly but politely telling her that he had the honeymoon suite booked. She congratulates the two of you, handing you the key cards, and before she can say another word, he is thanking her and ushering you into the elevator.

Before the doors even close, his lips are on yours. His tongue teasing at the seam of your lips almost immediately. you feel your back hit the mirrored wall and your legs instinctively wrap around his hips when he hauls you up to sit on the shiny bronze railing.

"My. Wife. Fuck you have no idea how long I've waited to call you that," he says against your lips. Barely breathing as he delves deeper into the kiss. "If this goddamn elevator goes any slower, I'm going to have to make love to you right here"

You giggle at his choice of words. "Firefly, you can't say 'goddamn' and 'make love' in the same sentence."

"Yeah? Watch me." And he's kissing you deeper, sliding your left leg up to wrap higher around his waist. "Look at me." he pulls away. "Tonight, I'm going to make love to my wife. because she deserves to be treasured. because she deserves to feel like her husband loves her. because he does"

Your hand tangles in the back of his hair, his hand shoving the slit in your dress up to your waist. the elevator opens.

You both make eye contact with the teenage girl standing in the hallways. fast to grab Xavier's hand and pull yourself off of the banister, the girl gets in before realizing that you're going up and she's going down. apologizing and stepping back out. The door closes, and you both break into hysterical laughter.

you manage to contain yourselves for the 30 seconds that it takes to reach the penthouse.

You're in Xavier's arms before you even realize you've left the ground. Kissing you sweetly, he has you tap the keycard, and he carries you over the threshold. pressing the door closed with his back. he sets you down on the plush carpet. Your heels dig into your feet, and he's fast to swoop you back up. He walks a few steps before stopping to ask if you want a bath.

Giggling softly, you say, "I'll have a shower in a few hours"

He fights the smile as he sets you down softly against the bed.

He's gentle in unbuckling your white loubatiouns, setting them softly next to your suitcase. he stands you up slowly, unzipping your dress like he's unwrapping a present. not like a child tearing the wrapping paper. like an adult, cherishing the time it took to wrap such a gift.

His fingers trail down your spine when he gets your dress unzipped. The feeling sends chills through your body.

He's careful when he carresses the newly exposed skin on your shoulders, kissing the nape of your neck softly. His fingers are tender when they push the sleeves of your dress off of your shoulders and down your arms.

He takes his time undressing you. Like this moment means the world to him. Like you mean the world to him.

He kisses the dip in your shoulder when it's exposed. You allow the gown to fall to the floor, and his breath hitches at the sight of the wedding lingerie you had bought just for this night.

you busy your hands with trying to undress him. his buttons. his tie. his belt. he moans when you unbutton his slacks.

Pushing his shirt off of his arms, you run your fingers down the length of each arm. It wouldn't be the first time you've had sex. far from it actually. But this… this is different. This is adoration. He could be in a church, and you would mistake him for the religious figure. He's wholly perfect in this moment. And he loves you, and you love him.

he guides you down onto the soft bed. Your back hits the comforter, and all is right in the world. Softly caressing his face as he looks up at you with the only apt descriptor being yearning.

His kisses warm you as his lips caress every inch of uncovered skin.

The ache between your thighs grows heavier as he moves to your neck. Kissing the spot that makes you clench around an emptiness. His hands come to hold your waist, and he says with watery eyes, "Thank you for making me the luckiest man in the world."

You sit up on your elbows, meeting his lips as you speak in not-so-subtle terms, "Xavier, take off your pants"

"Pushy, damn!" he laughs into the kiss, but obliges you. The feeling of his white satin boxers against your inner thigh has you gasping into his never-ending kisses.

he pushes you back down, and grinds himself against your panties. You finally break the kiss, gasping and grabbing onto his shoulders. "Oh holy fuck." you say. now you're pretty sure his boxers are still on, but that doesn't explain why it feels like he's rubbing your clit directly.

His cock catches on your wet panties again, and he laughs when you squeeze your eyes shut at the overwhelming feeling. "Sensitive?" he says through a laugh.

Your hands fly to your hips, scrambling to get the offending fabric off. "Where's your Herculean strength now? You rip my garter off earlier with your teeth, but you won't rip my panties off now?" you whine, successfully pulling them down enough for him to pull them off the rest of your legs.

"Okay, one, I was wasted. Two, that doctor of yours was staring at you like he wanted to eat you. And three, I kissed her for penance!" he throws your legs over his hips before actually deciding to fully pull off his boxers as well.

Your bra seems to be offending him. he keeps making pissy little faces at it.

"Oh my god, Xavier, take the bra off then. Is it in your way?" bitchy because you're overwhelmed, he kisses you softly. Securing his hands to your sides before slightly pulling away.

"My love. You're not mad at me. You're tired. You've been up for 26 hours. And you're horny. Don't fuckin - shh- don't try to argue with me. I know you're horny, I can feel it. do you want to have sex tonight or not? because it's okay if you want to go to bed." God, you couldn't deny that he was right.

"Not too tired. But if you keep taking forever to put your cock in me, I'm going to end up on one of those 24 hour bride shows where they kill their husband on their wedding night." Okay, maybe you were a little tired. But you're having this. "…please, Xavier."

"And you're sure?" You take a deep breath and look at him with daggers in your eyes.

"Xavier, I swear to fucking god if you don't put your cock in me right now, I'm going to commit mariticide." his laugh shouldn't be that addictive when you're actively threatening to kill him.

He taps his tip against your clit, and suddenly you're not a bull charging for the matador anymore.

"Better, sunshine?" he says, lining himself with your entrance and slowly pushing in. The stretch has your back coming off of the mattress as you attempt to force him deeper.

"Yes. … thank you. " I'm sorry I was mean to you." You reach behind yourself and unhook your bra, not caring where it goes when you toss it over your husband's shoulder. HUSBAND. oh fuck.

He seems to catch your thought mid think, because he collapses into your shoulder with a thrust and a whine. "Oh fuck. I'm so so sorry."

You can't control the giggle that comes out of your throat as you lean up to tease, "Oh, am I that good? What a fun story this will be to tell the grandchildren." You feel him pulse inside of you again. "Really? Over grandchildren? You're insane." but theres no mirth to your voice.

You lean up on your elbows to kiss him, his tip moves within you, touching your cervix. You both moan at the sensation as he pulls out only halfway. "Do you need a minute?" you ask softly. attitude partially fixed. Enough for your husband to drink some water and take a minute to regain his stamina.

"no? no. Sorry, I just… the white. You took the bra off, and I couldn't help it. can't fucking believe you're my wife. my fucking WIFE." he punctuates the word wife with a thrust directly into the side of your cervix. Okay, so he did hear your thought, cool!

"fuck xav. more. please." You're not above begging. what does this look like?

He presses down on your lower stomach, and the kisses he's giving you can really hardly be called that. all open mouthed, and mostly tongue. every thrust he makes is deep. total. he folds your right leg to meet your shoulder, and you feel his previous release leak out around his cock.

it's obscene.

It's hot.

The knowledge of him just pumping it deeper into you has your brain going fuzzy.

You grab his head, pulling it down into your own as you begin to rock your hips in time with his. You're clenching around his with every thrust in, and suctioning him further in when he tries to thrust out. the friction is wholly consuming. you feel like your entire body is going to implode.

"That's a good girl. God, you're so fucking tight for me. gonna- fuck- gonna cum on your husband?" his voice has dropped half an octave, and the bass rattles through your chest.

you throw your head forward, watching with every gulped breath how he disappears into you. nodding, you tell him. "Yes. yes, fuck, make your wife cum, Xavier."

His entire body shutters at the name. the headboard slams against the wall when he begins fucking you in earnest. His hand falls between your bodies, slowly sliding his frothy cum up to soak your clit before he begins rubbing slow, teasing circles against it.

he only does that for a moment, sensing your attitude return. your lips meet, and the precision of his hand on your clit increases tenfold. you don't even have time to warn him before your back is arching off of the bed.

When your walls tighten around him, he collapses forward into you. "Oh fuck. Just like that, love. Yeah, I'm gonna cum. Is it okay? Can I cum for you? gonna let your husband- oh shit- gonna let your husband cum inside you?"

your brain is gone, but even if it was there… come on, be honest, you would have said yes anyways. ovulation be damned.

he thrusts once, twice, before he's burying himself to the hilt and biting down on your collarbone to muffle his release. The entire room is illuminated solely by the man releasing inside of you, and you can't help but stroke his hair as he catches his breath. not pulling out.