Dancing In The Dark - A Jimmy Fallon Fanfiction

Chapter 32

A/N: It has taken me FOREVER to finish this chapter, and I don't even know why. I guess it's a combination of my perfectionist nature & the fact that I just started my second semester of college which has made me pretty busy. Anyways, I hope you like it & sorry it took so long to finish! ^_^

P.S. I'm totally not one for smut, but this is in fact the wedding chapter, so although I'm not going into detail about *ahem* things, lots of stuff will be hinted at and some things are gonna happen towards the end - but I swear nothing graphic because that's just not how I roll. Jimtasha deserves this, though. It needs to happen. It's been long enough.

Ok I'll shut up now. Here ya go:

I held my breath. This is the moment. This is it. This is really, really happening.

"Are you ready?"

I spun around. "Not at all."

Adam smiled and held out his arm. "You'll be fine. You look beautiful."

"Will I still look beautiful when I throw up into this trash can?"

He laughed. "Come now, Natasha. Your future awaits."

I took his arm and gulped, trying to keep my ever-rising nerves at a manageable level. We stepped out of the house and into the grass, a million eyes pointed straight at us (in reality, only about fifty pairs or so) (but hey, it felt like a million, alright?). The music started and I held my breath, focusing on moving my feet. Left, right, left, right. Then, a short glance at the crowd on either side - Mom, Justin, Higgins, Ellen, Salt, Jimmy's parents, Jimmy's sister Gloria, Gary...

After years of walking, we reached the end of the aisle. Adam let go and left me to find his seat. I clutched my bouquet and looked to my right and was instantly gobsmacked.

Wow.

I'd seen Jimmy in tuxes before, but today was different. He was glowing. His eyes glanced over at me and he smiled. I smiled back, though I still felt nauseous. The pastor cleared his throat.

Here we go.

..........................

We danced. We laughed. We ate copious amounts of cake. Before we knew it, it was time to head off to Disney. We waved to the small crowd of people we loved and drove away.

This was it - the beginning of a new age.

I held his hand as we passed road sign after road sign in the setting sun. The drive would take about two hours, and, completely unexpectedly, neither of us had said a word the entire time. The only sound was the road and the radio. We were five minutes from our hotel when I finally spoke.

"So."

He chuckled. "So...Mrs. Fallon." I blushed. He traced his thumb over mine. "How do you feel?"

"Too much," I blurted, laughing softly. He laughed along with me.

"Me too, me too...." he cleared his throat. "It's so strange to be, like...I don't know...." his voice trailed off.

"Free?"

"Yeah," he nodded his head. "For so long we were ducking behind walls and whispering our plans and holding back, and now...." he sighed quickly, "...it's awesome, but it's almost too awesome to handle."

"I know what you mean."

"And also," he paused and turned onto the next road, "I feel so....scared."

"Scared?"

"Yeah," he sighed again. "I'm just so worried....I'm worried I'm gonna mess things up again." His voice broke and he shook his head, waving his hand like it didn't matter. "It's fine, it's fine..." he muttered as I rubbed his arm.

"No, it's not fine," I said shortly. "I love you, Jimmy. I'm so in love with you, sometimes I wonder if it's the stars shining in the sky at night or if it's just your voice making everything so bright. I don't know what happened between you and Nancy, but all of that doesn't matter. I'm not her. And you and me? We were made for each other."

He parked the car and turned his face towards the window, ashamed of his emotions. I lightly turned his face towards me. "Mr. Fallon," I whispered, wiping away one of his stray tears, "absolutely nothing in this world or another could ruin what we have. Okay?" I kissed him gently, and he shuddered away all of his sadness. "Now, come on, dear. It's our wedding night and I'm not kidding around."

His eyes widened at my mock-bossiness. "Oh, you're not kidding around?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

He grinned and pulled me out of my seat. I cackled and punched him in the shoulder. "What - are - you - doing?!" I cried between laughs. He swung open his car door and clumsily flung open the one to the backseat, shutting it behind us after laying me on the leather. I crossed my arms, staring up at him in fake rage (though I must not be a very good actress, since a stupid smile was still plastered on my face). "This is no way for a gentleman to treat a lady," I scolded, bursting into a few more laughs.

"Then this will be completely scandalous," he smirked, undoing his bow-tie and dropping it on the floor. I sat up slightly, propped up by my elbows. He undid one button, then another, then another, until I'd had enough. I sat up fully and pulled him by the collar, kissing him roughly against the glass.

"That's my job," I said, undoing the remaining buttons before throwing his shirt on the ground. He half-smiled.

"And this," he whispered, holding my waist and leaning in closely, "is mine." He started at my earlobe, trailing slow, sweet kisses as he untied the laces of my dress one-by-one until it, too, was on the car floor.

"Jimmy..." I whispered.

"Shh," he breathed softly, "I've got you."

And he did get me. All of me.

Finally.