The Fallen Short Stories

Wedding Day (Avalon's POV)

forgot to put a smut warning

(there's smut)

I wake up to Ezra massaging my back. I let out a sleepy laugh and snuggled deeper into his chest. He smiles down at me, fully awake, and I wonder how long he has been up for. He drags the tips of his fingers over my back, playing with my hair. "Good morning, Beautiful." "No." "No?" he laughs. "No, it's not morning yet." I cover his eyes with my hand. "Back to bed with you." "Avalon," he chimes pulling my hand away. "It's time to get up." "I don't want to," I muse. "C'mon, what do you want to do today?" "Have a lie in." "Seriously," he laughs. I turn away from him and comfy myself back in my pillow. "What's so special about today? What do you want to do?" "Why don't we get married?" "Okay." "Just, okay?" "Yeah, that's fine with me." I pull the covers back up. "Avalon I'm not joking." I sit up and glance at him. "Like today?" He nods. "Yeah, right now." I fly out of the bed putting space between us. My mind went blank then kickstarted and was running faster than a cheetah in every direction. I hold my hand over my mouth and look at him, eyes wide in an emotion I cannot decipher. I'm buzzing, I let my hand drop and Ezra relaxes after seeing my face. He crawls across the bed toward me, and I realize that I am fighting tears. He puts his arms around my middle. "Mickey?" I rest my cheek on the crown of his head. I pull away and take his face in my hands. "Oh my God." He squeezes my hand. "We are getting married today." He smiled big and bright, and I lost it. Laughing and crying all at once. I take his face again and kiss him hard on the mouth. I break away abruptly leaving Ezra leaning into the air.
I walk into the bathroom and get the water running. "Um... what are you doing?" "Getting ready, what else?" "I didn't mean right now right now." I laugh and pull out one of his shirts from the closet. I toss it to him, but he simply chucks it backwards on the bed. Ezra wraps his arms around me, and I lean into his chest. He runs his hands up my arms, "Is this real?" "I think so, need some convincing? Hmm... Mr. Levy." He pulls me up on the tips of my toes, his lips barely grazing mine. "Just a bit... Mrs. Levy." I catch his lip with my teeth, hold him there for a moment. "Call me that again." He smiles a crooked smile with his lip trapped. I let go and kiss the reddening skin. "Mrs. Levy." he whispers the words against my mouth. I don't know if I would ever get sick of them.
Ezra stumbles back, leading me to the bed, we fall over onto the mattress, me on top of him. His hands are inside my shirt, fire catching across my skin. I ease his arms out by his head, clasp both of his hands in mine, and start planting teasing little kisses along his face. Then his jaw, and over his neck. "Convinced yet?" "If anything, you've made this feel more like a dream." "It's not Love, I swear." I kiss him softly on the mouth. He brushes a stray strand of hair out of my eye and cups my cheek in his hand.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" "Ezra!" I ease off of him and sit up. "No, I mean this way," he sits up too sliding away to face me. "Signing papers at the courthouse. You've always talked about a big wedding... I just don't want you to be disappointed." "If I wanted to be married just because of the party then I really wouldn't want the marriage now, would I? I love you, and I don't care how this wedding looks, I just want to be yours forever." He smiles shyly and looks down. The church, the people, the dress I'd wear; none of that matters to me now. Before now wedding planning was just some far-off dream that might never come, but now it was here and all that I wanted was him. "You know I'm already yours, don't you?", he adds after a brief respite. "That was never in question Beautiful," I say smirking. "So, we're doing this?" I kiss his cheek, "Yep, no getting rid of me now mister."

"You look amazing." "I didn't have anything white, but I thought it could be my something blue." I play with my skirt, glancing up at him. Ezra just smirks at me as he takes my jacket and drapes it across my shoulders. Together we walk hand in hand to the government building where birth, and death certificates are made, and we stand in front of a judge. We sign paperwork and that's really all there is. It's more anticlimactic than I expect it to be. Tying myself to the love of my life. Despite the lackluster affair I'm walking purely on air, as we settle together under the oak tree in our courtyard. Ezra is playing my hand, eyes fixed far off, wearing the small smile that hasn't left his lips since this morning. "Penny for your thoughts?" In response he reaches up and takes off his necklace, I watch the silver bands lying in his palm. I trace the larger one with my index finger, "Are these?" "My parents' wedding bands." "Ezra." "It was a little rushed this morning, don't you think? We didn't get a chance to say our vows." I put my hand to my mouth, shaking my head. He takes my hand, "Avalon Mychael Kohen." "Levy. It's Levy now remember?" "Avalon Mychael Levy, this is my promise to you. I'll be your partner, in life. Your helpmate I will shoulder your burdens. I will be your friend; I vow to make you laugh and never cry all the days of our lives. I will be your sword and shield; I will never allow anyone or anything to harm you. I will stand beside you in both battle and at home. I will be your lover. I will walk beside you always and hold you when you hurt. I will be your comfort and safe harbor. I will be your refuge. Until death parts us. These are my vows to you, wife." He slips the band on my left hand; the ring is too big and at this he frowns. "We can get it resized." "No!" I say protectively holding the ring to my chest. "Here," I say unclasping the chain around my neck. He smiles. "My turn now."

"Husband," I tease. "These are my vows to you. I will battle the enemies seen and unseen. I will always remind you who you are, of your goodness and mercy. I will work to become worthy of you. I will walk beside you all the days of our lives. I will be your sword and shield and refuge. I will honor you always. I will hold you close even when you are not near. I will guard our love; nothing will harm it ever. I promise to love you and hold you when you cry. I will protect you. I will fight off a thousand legions of demons in your mind if I have to, to keep you beside me. I love you so much, Ezra."

I slip the ring on his finger, it's big on him too, so he slides it back on the leather cord. I run my hand over the necklace and down his chest, and he catches my hand. "Until death parts us." I meet his eyes as he leans in and gives me a searing kiss. I am losing myself in it, in him when I feel the rain on my skin. He tries to pull away, but I won't let him, I hold my husband near and work to memorize every contour of his mouth with my tongue.

Thunder in the distance is what finally separates us, wet, and shivering in the October air. I kick my heels off and take Ezra's hand pulling him behind me as I run. By the time we stand in the foyer of our apartment our clothes are dripping onto the floor. Ezra flips a switch to ignite the lights but only darkness follows, "Power's out," he mummers. I drop my coat on the floor and wrap myself in the Afghan on the back of the sofa. "I'll light a fire," Ezra says, "It's freezing in here." I nod in agreement and pad to the hearth behind him. He shucks his coat and shoes off along the way. He makes quick work at fireplace, and spins on his knees to face me. I'm sitting cross-legged watching the fire catch but am distracted by the flash of his skin as he untucks his shirt. I smirk at him knowingly and he crawls over towards me. "Cold?" "I'm sure you'll warm me up." He takes my invitation and lays me down on the blanket. He settles down between my hips, running his hands up and down my thighs, pushing my skirt up to my waist. He eases my underwear off my legs, finally meeting my lips. I can't help but to smile against him. "You're mine," I say, my voice muffled by kisses. "All yours," he agrees catching my bottom lip with his teeth. "My husband," I say testing how it sounds. "My wife." I push him away so that I can sit up and pull my dress over my head. "I'm yours," I tell him, having the sneaking suspicion he already knows though. We make quick work of my bra and then I'm back on the floor, he leans over me trailing kisses up and down my neck. I tug, frustrated, at his shirt so he sits up and throws it off with such vigor I laugh. I undo his belt, shoving his boxers and pants down until he is able to kick out of them. He locks our lips together. It's not a soft kiss but, a needy desperate one that sends warmth all the way to my toes. I love it when he's like this, maybe I get a little drunk on the power knowing that I can do this to him, the man that is always so put together and perfect.

He pulls away, panting as he settles in between my legs. He bears his weight on his arms, on either side of my head. I wrap my legs around his middle and pull him as close as our bodies will allow, though it doesn't seem close enough, not even with are hips flush and chests pressed together. I run my hands up and down his back, letting myself play with his hair.

He starts out slow, and I can tell he is holding back, fighting every urge in his body. I trace a scar on his shoulder, then press my lips there. "You're not going to break me," I reassure him. I let out a small grunt of approval when he picks up the pace, thrusting my hips up to meet his. I let my head fall backwards, shutting my eyes tight when the angle changes and I feel myself drawing near and nearer to the cliff face. He's pounding into me harder now and the rug starts stinging my shoulders as he inches me off of the blanket with his movement. My body is on fire. Heat radiating off my skin. I dig my nails into the fibers of the rug as he goes rigid. 

After he settles on my side away from the hearth so I can get closer to the heat. He wraps his arms around me, I use his shoulder for a pillow while he lazily plays at the ends of my hair. He shifts so that we're spooning now, gently nudging my head to rest on his arm. I place my feet flush with his shins and snuggle comfortably against him as he pulls the blanket back over us.

He kisses the back of my head and I interlock our fingers. "I can't believe this is real," he says. I kiss his knuckles, not answering because I can't believe it either.