Tomorrow Never Dies

Chapter 67 - "My beautiful wife"

Toby linked my left arm, and Matthew my right. I looked up at my big brothers, both looking incredibly smart in their suits. Toby had a red tie, and Matty a blue one, and I grinned at them. They smiled back at me, their expressions almost sad.

"Flower, you look beautiful," Matty told me.

"Seconded. I'm so glad my little sister is getting married to the love of her life," Toby said, and I felt myself tearing up. I turned away from them, trying to get rid of the tears before they ruined my makeup, and Grace approached me.

"Hi," she whispered, a look on her face that reminded me of my mother. A sad but proud expression. "Oh, Flora!" I hugged her close.

"You look stunning. I did a good job with the bridesmaids' outfits, didn't I?" Grace was wearing a red chiffon midi dress, and the other bridesmaids were in the same style dress in blue.

"Amazing," she said, taking my hand. I examined her engagement ring, knowing that this time in two months we'd be in swapped positions. I looked at the other bridesmaids, Kiri and Phoebe, and their respective groomsmen. They both looked beautiful, and the boys from the band looked super handsome and I couldn't wait to see Michael. Suddenly, the organ music began, and Kiri and Luke started walking down the aisle. I couldn't see anything, as Matty and Toby wouldn't let me, but the noise from inside the church suggested lots of people in attendance. Phoebe and Calum were next, followed by Grace and Ashton. Then it was me.

"Ready?" Toby asked.

"As I'll ever be," I said, breathing deeply.

"Let's go," replied Matty, and we set off down the aisle. I heard people gasping at my dress, but looked straight ahead to where my very-nearly-husband was waiting for me. I could tell he was trying his hardest not to turn and look at me, judging by the expression on Ashton's face, and I grinned. My brothers let go of me, going to stand with the other groomsmen, and I stood side by side with the man I loved. We finally turned to face each other, and it took everything in me to stop myself from kissing him. He looked gorgeous, a sharp white shirt and a red tie with a red handkerchief in his blazer pocket. He took my hand subtly, and sparks flew through me. The priest spoke, and I ignored most of his words until he prepared to say the vows for Michael and I to say. We repeated him as requested, every word I said stressing me out in case I got it wrong, and suddenly that was it. The rings were on our fingers, and we were told to kiss. I looked into Michael's eyes, my new husband, and our lips connected.

We signed the marriage registry, and as soon as all of our guests had left the church, we exited to be covered in confetti. We'd opted for a very traditional wedding, nothing like who we actually were, because we couldn't originally decide between a beach wedding in Miami or a wedding in the woods on a mountain in Colorado. Eventually, we'd realised that it would cost us a fortune to get everyone out to the States, so we stayed local, in the same church I'd been christened in. As confetti tumbled down around me, lodging in my hair, attaching itself to my dress, I turned to face Michael. I kissed him softly and he whispered in my ear.

"I love you so much, my beautiful wife," he said, his voice husky and low.

"I love you too, my handsome husband," I grinned. I took his hand, and pressed my cheek against his chest. The wedding photographer called for our attention, and we beamed in his direction, me feeling like I was honestly glowing.

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After Ashton's best man speech, and Matty and Toby's supremely embarrassing speech telling everyone about all my broken bones, my first kiss (with a boy who was in a relationship at the time) and my first experience cooking pizza (it didn't work), it was time for Michael and I to have our first dance as a married couple. We'd chosen Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol, a very cringey and obvious choice, but it brought back memories of all the times we'd lain stargazing all night. Michael held me close, our hands clasped tightly together, as we moved slowly around the dance floor. I'd insisted that Kiri taught him to do some basic steps, purely so we could wow our guests with a few spins or turns or something. As the song approached the bridge, Michael dipped me low, placing a loving kiss on my lips. We carried on dancing, our ears ringing with applause from the guests, and I grinned widely. The best day of my life, the day I'd dreamed of for years, had finally come, and I wouldn't have wished for anything to have changed at all.

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After the reception, Michael and I headed up to our hotel room. We already had our bags packed to go on our honeymoon to London. We both preferred being touristy over lying in the sun, and we'd booked plenty of packages for romantic meals, the London Eye, bus tours and of course we were visiting the Harry Potter studios, about half an hour outside of London.

He helped me out of my dress, and as I hung it up, he took off his own suit. I pressed my body tightly against his, kissing him hungrily, and his hands crept from my shoulders to the small of my back, and then further down. He lifted me easily and placed me on the bed, climbing between my legs and fidgeting with the straps of my lingerie, all the while still kissing me like there was no tomorrow. I encouraged the bra straps off my shoulders, and pushed the bodysuit down as Michael dragged my garter down my leg with his teeth. I let out a desperate gasp as he planted gentle kisses on my inner thighs, filling my palms with the pillow and restaining myself from begging him to do something.

"Ready, wifey?" he asked, his thumb rubbing the very top of my leg forcefully.

"Please."

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bc its not a wedding w/o wedding night smut wahey

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY NUMBER ONE @FALLON2000 I LOVE U

in other news, boys are cancelled and this is why im gay

song of the chapter: one last time by ariana grande - am currently thinking about getting tix for the tribute concert on sunday, it'll be beautiful