Melani's Pov ♥ [Wedding reception is on the beach too :P]
"Congratulations, you two!" Beyonce and Jay-Z came up to us. "Thank you," We smiled. Beyonce hugged each of us. Justin didn't even go weak in the knees like he usually does. Not even a slight falter. Awww, he's over her. When they left, I turned towards Justin. "What?" He smiled. "You didn't freak out when Beyonce hugged you." "Why would I?" I wrapped my arms around him. "Never mind." He kissed the top of my head. "I love you, Justin." I mumbled in his chest. "I love you too, Melani." He leaned down to kiss me, but was unfortunately interrupted by Chaz and Ryan. "Awwwww!" Chaz batted his eyelashes. "KODAK MOMENT!" Ryan held up the camera. "Guys, leave us alone." Justin went in again to try and kiss me. "I want kissies too!" Chaz separated us and made pucker faces. "Dude, fuck off!" Justin grabbed my hand and pulled me back to the party. "Motherfuckers," He growled. "It's okay, J. We're married now. We've got lots of time to make out. And maybe even more..." I smiled. He wagged his eyebrows. We laughed. A couple minutes later, someone announced, "Alright! Time for the cake!" Pattie guided us to the table. "Wait... This isn't the cake we ord-" I screamed as the top of the cake blew off. Out jumped Chaz. In a coconut bra. And short shorts. I shuddered in disturbance. "Happy wedding day!" He pointed to his stomach, which read those words. Once the laughter died down, Christian and Emily (Bieber) brought out the real cake, with the help of Kenny. "I'm so happy for you!" Emily squealed, throwing her arms around us. "Thanks, Em." Justin choked out. Damn her grip was tight. "Oops, sorry!" "It's alright." She smiled then skipped back to her mom. "Are you okay?" Justin asked, gently putting an arm around my waist. "I'm fine." "Did she accidentally hurt you?" "Well, my chest and stomach hurt a bit, but other than that, nope." He lightly rubbed my stomach in attempt to make it feel better. And that's it. No, 'Want me to kiss it better? Wink, wink.' I smiled to myself. He's being the sweet Justin. "What about you?" I finally asked. "I'm okay as long as you're okay." He smiled, no teeth showing. We stood by the cake, both of us holding the knife. We carefully cut the first slice out. I turned to Justin. He said, "Before we take the first bite, may I have permission to make out with Mrs. Bieber's cheek?" But only I heard him.
"What? My cheek? Why?" I chuckled. "Because," He took the spoon and put some icing on my cheek, grinning triumphantly afterwards. "Well, in that case, you may make out with my cheek. But on one condition." He raised his eyebrows. "And that would be...?" I leaned into his ear and whispered, "I get to lick some off you." I smeared some cake down his jaw line and onto his neck. My two favorite places to kiss. Y'know, besides his lips. He smirked. "Deal," We shook on it. Though there was no real reason to shake on it... Anyway, after cutting and distributing all the cake, he took me to a table further down the beach from the rest. We sat next to each other. "Alright. Meee first!" He leaned in and kissed my clean cheek. Then he made his way 'round to the cake cheek. He tried to make it sexual, but we ended up laughing too much. He pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the remaining icing off. "My turn, Biebsy." I smiled innocently. "Oh boy." He sucked in a breath. Honestly, I just wanted to taste the cake. Teehee. Once most of the icing was off his jaw line, I left soft kisses down to his neck. "Mels..." He whispered, putting his hands on my waist. Yummy cake. I did as the deal said then wiped the rest off. "Gosh, you're amazing." He leaned over and placed a chaste kiss on my lips. I hung my arms over his shoulders, wanting a little more. "You're hungry for it, aren't cha." He chuckled. I grinned cheekily. "Just a little," I shrugged a shoulder.
He pressed his lips to mine again, sending us into what was to become a makeout seshy. Truth be told, I wanted to do this a lot longer than it lasted. But I knew we had a wedding reception to celebrate. He put his forehead on mine and brushed his lips against mine. "Later, okay, shawty?" I smiled and nodded. He kissed me once more. "Ugh. Once I start, I can't stop." Kissed me again. "Okay let's go, Justin." I chuckled. "Wait, wait. One more. Mwuahhh." One more peck, then we went back to the party. "Mannn... Sex already? Couldn't wait, eh?" Chaz smirked. "Shut up," Justin smacked his head. "Okay! Sorry! Geez, don't need to hurt Chazzy." He made kissy faces at us. We grinned. Then Justin leaned over and kissed me. A loud "AWWW..." surrounded us. Justin bit his lip and smiled shyly. I looked at him and mouthed a mocking, "Awww..." He chuckled. "No seriously. You're adorable when you do that." I hugged him. "... And maybe a little bit of a turn on." I added quietly. He patted my butt then smirked. "Save that for later, babeh." I winked then laughed. "So you ARE having sex!" Chaz interrupted. "Shut up!" We replied in unison. "Just sayin'." He smirked. I stuck my tongue out at him.
"PRESENTS!" "LEGGOOOOO!" Pattie sat us down in the center of the party area. "This is from.. Chaz." She handed us a medium-sized box. Chaz's face lit up. "Open ittttt!" I ripped off the wrapping and Justin opened the box. I burst out laughing. "... A box full of packs of... Condoms?" Justin held up a pack. Chaz nodded. "You're gonna need 'em. You're welcome." Justin gave him a noogie. "Thanks man," He smirked at me. "ANYWAY, next!" We got a whole assortment of presents. Damn these people like to shop... Once we'd opened all the presents, everyone went back to partying, but Justin came up to me with a bunch of gift bags. I raised an eyebrow. "Uh...?" He was about to say something when Pattie cut in. She sat beside me, holding a jewelry case, just like the one Justin had left on the hotel bed. "Hey Pattie." She smiled. "I have something for you." I turned my body a little towards her. "Okay, well..." She slowly opened the case. My eyes widened. HOLY CRAP.
[http://www.jogjalifestyle.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/wedding-necklace.jpg Cami picked. xP]
"It's beautiful..." "This was my grandmother's... You see, it's been passed down in my family since my great-great-grandmother got married. And... Well, since I don't have any daughters, and I don't think I'll be getting married anytime soon, I want you to have it." My jaw dropped slightly. "No... No, no, no, Pattie.. I can't take this. It's your family's..." "I want you to have it, Melani. It is my gift to you.. You are now my daughter-in-law. I want this to be yours." I hesitated, looking at Justin. He shrugged, as if saying, 'Your choice.' I sighed. "Okay..." She smiled again then carefully got it out of the case. I lifted my hair so she could put it on me. Once it was on, I turned back to her. "Thank you so much, Pattie... For everything you've done." I smiled and we hugged. "You're welcome, sweetie. Anytime." She looked at both Justin and I and smiled proudly. "You two are so grown up..." "Mom..." Justin whined. She laughed. "Okay, okay. I'll save the tears for later. Have fun, you two." She hugged Justin then walked towards Mom. Justin sighed. "Oh gosh.." I giggled. "C'mon, Justin.. She's a mom. Of course she's gonna cry on her only son's wedding day." I grinned. "You're right." "Now, back to those presents.." "Oh, right. These are.. Uh, from.. Err, Nitsuj." He set them down in front of me. I raised my eyebrows. "Nitsuj? Who's that?" He scratched the back of his neck. "Erm... My.. Cousin." "Oh cool. Where is he?" "He's over.. Over the- Okay, fine! They're from me." I nodded. "There's the answer I was looking for." He sat next to me. "Why'd you buy me all these gifts?" "I, uh, well... I wanted to get my wife something special. I couldn't decide what to get, so I bought all of the choices." I dug through a blue gift bag and pulled out some Ray Bans that said 'BIE - BER' on the lenses. "Really?" I looked at him. He grinned. "That's not all." I opened a couple more bags. 'Bieber' t-shirts, 'Bieber' shorts, 'Bieber' bags! "Geez, Justin!" He shrugged. "I wanted to show off mah' lady... Show them boys that she's all mine." I reached for the purple gift bag, which was one of the last presents. "No! I mean, uh, wait. Err, save that for later, like at the hotel room, babe." I raised my eyebrows. "Okay... Thanks, Justin." I hugged him. "You're welcome, Mrs. Bieber." I pulled back slightly and kissed his cheek. He smiled.
"And... LEGGO!" I chuckled, turning my back towards everyone and shutting my eyes. Throwing the bouquet in the air, I, very ninja-like, whirled back around to see Becca standing there, shocked, not expecting it to land in her lap while she was eating. People cheered and Maddie and Tori attacked Becca with squeals of excitement. Next, Jeremy pulled up a chair for me to sit on. Justin smiled, leaning down to kiss my cheek, before kneeling in front of me. Oh gosh. My cheeks were on fire! He merely smirked. “Gotta take your garter off, babe.” He chuckled. I tried to muster up a light laugh, but aghhh. He reached his arm up my dress, lightly trailing his fingers along my leg. I was thankful that we weren't allowed to do what normally happened in our family's weddings, which was using his teeth to grab the garter. He grabbed the piece of fabric, then tickled my thigh. "Justin!" I squeaked, having a strong urge to kick my leg. He chuckled. "Sorry, baby. It was too tempting." He pulled it off and stood next to me. My face was probably still red, but I looked towards the group of single, or unmarried, guys. Justin faced the other way, throwing it over his shoulder. My eyes widened in amusement as I covered my mouth and laughed, looking at the horrified face of Ryan Butler. Becca glared at him, and he said something like, "Sorry." Justin looked at me and we started laughing. We looked back towards the two and awww'd when we saw them hugging.
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Forever And Always (Season 2 of Long Time No Seen)
FanfictionAfter every thing that happen in the first story things will turn up good, or will they? Will things get better or worst? what if you had someone planning something behind your back and you didn't know it, are you safe.?