Hi :) We are going to start something new on the blog. Every Wednesday, we are going to have something special from an AP writer! Today's post is from J.F. Jenkins. It is the wedding scene from way back...
~Kelly
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WEDDING NIGHT
Nine hours later and it was finally
time for them to rest. Neither Anj nor Jewl would have ever guessed that
a wedding would require so much time, work, and energy. After all, the
mechanics of it were all very simple: look nice, show up, say your vows, and
then party. That is what had happened, but of course there was always the
Murphy’s Law factor to bring in as well. There were issues with the
clothes, and members of the wedding party had woken up on the wrong side of the
bed that morning and decided to be particularly difficult, there were guests
that caused emotions to run high, and there was the ever possibility that
someone would show up that wasn’t supposed to be there. Neither Anj, nor
Jewl had invited their legal guardians. Anj had decided to disown his
mother. Jewl was finally sticking it to her evil Aunt. When it came
time for the ceremony itself, the only snarl in the event was an unexpected
stair that had caught Anj off guard. He was saving his magic for the
reception, as much as he wanted to use it to just stare at her all night, he
knew he would need it more for then. And of course, he spent more time
dancing and visiting than eating, so he was incredibly hungry. Not that
he would have been able to eat if he had wanted to. He was far too
nervous for that. Tonight was the night after all. His night to
finally be one with the woman that he loved more than anything. His night
to finally end three years of waiting, or even more accurately, a whole life
time of waiting.
The two had since changed out of
their ceremony clothes. Which was a shame in a way, because she looked
absolutely gorgeous in her large and elaborate white dress. She looked
like a princess in so many ways, but much like he was uncomfortable in his
tuxedo, he couldn’t imagine how she was feeling in her dress. The only
signs of her previous elegance that remained was that her hair was still done
up in the same perfect pile of curls on top of her head with a few small jewels
placed decoratively. Otherwise, the two looked very plain in their jeans
and t-shirt.
He grabbed the key to their hotel
room for the night, a simple suite for them to rest in before they caught their
flight the next day for their honeymoon, and unlocked the door before carefully
maneuvering all of their luggage for the trip into the room. He refused
to let her do any work or lift a finger.
“I’m not helpless, I can-.”
“I obviously do not care,” he said
quickly. “Honestly, this is the kind of treatment I get for trying to be
a gentleman? I’ll remember in the future to not do anything nice or out
of character that might make your life easier.” He had to watch his
mouth. The last thing they needed was a fight. They were both so
drained that if that happened, there’d be a lot of unnecessary words thrown
around and they’d end the night in the exact opposite kind of heat than he
wanted it to end. “Stay there. I’m going to do this proper.”
“Proper?” She asked confused,
“What do you mean prop-.” But she never finished her thought as he whisked her
up into his arms and carried her into the bedroom.
“Aren’t I supposed to carry my bride
over the threshold?” He inquired before placing her onto the bed.
He leaned in and gave her a gentle kiss, “Now, I believe it’s time for what
we’ve been waiting for all night.”
“I think so too,” she said in
agreement.
He smirked down at her, “Lay back,
relax, and tell me what kind of toppings you’d like on your pizza.” He
watched as she settled onto the bed and nodded at him. He was far too
hungry to even think of anything else. He was still nervous, but his need
for food was starting to impair his ability to function properly. They
had all night right? “I personally am feeling in the mood for some
pepperoni, but I’m very adaptable as well.”
“Hmm,” she thought for a moment
before laughing, “I’m fine with that.” She yawned, he could hear it, and it was
deep which meant she was very fatigued. “I guess it’s a good thing we
didn’t order anything too fancy since neither of us got to enjoy it really.”
“I guess so!” The room was
difficult for him to move through. He didn’t have much magic left.
What little he had was giving him massive headaches to use. He would need
a good solid night’s rest in order to regenerate enough to use it even more
minutely than he was already. He didn’t want to disturb or rely on her
however. He wanted her to rest more. He took a quick flash in of
the room and found the telephone, quickly memorized the number for room service
and placed their order. Some how he had managed to make it back to the
bed without any help or problems. He was greatly impressed with
himself. Nervously, he reached his hand out to her and placed it on her
arm, running his fingers up and down her skin ever so gently. The thought
of food being on the way was enough to keep his stomach at bay. It was
promised sustenance and was now willing to behave.
“Well,” he said quietly. “The
chef said it would take forty-five minutes to an hour to make.”
Jewl didn’t respond outside of a
quiet mumbled as she leaned in towards him. She mumbled something else,
and it took him a moment to realize that she was talking in her sleep.
This meant that she was barely conscious and had some how managed to slip into
a lightly slumber in the ten minutes that it took for him to make a phone
call. Very disappointing.
He let out a deep sigh and reached
over for the television remote. The last thing he wanted to do was wake
her up. She was obviously very tired if she was falling asleep
quickly. Jewl was never a light or fast sleeper. Making sure to
keep the volume low, he yawned and waited for their late dinner. Maybe
after that, after both of their more urgent needs were met…maybe they’d both
feel ready….
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