Here Comes the Bride

BY: Kash

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone...and don't go talking to Turf...he doesn't need any souls.

note: Yeah this is going differently then I planned and I'm sorry...but I hope it'll be done soon.

Rating: PG.

I turned to Jean-Claude and smiled happily up at him while gritting my teeth. "I'd have been safer on roller skates. Then you could have just pulled me along."

I heard him swallow the laughter as he smiled down at me. "Indeed bruns yeux." He turned his eyes back to where the wedding party stood waiting for us. I was still doing my best not to get tangled up in my skirt. It would have been easier without the high heels but then I wouldn't have even brushed Jean-Claude's shoulder. Being short is fine and dandy, but I didn't want to look like a five year old walking down the aisle. No instead I was going to fall and break my own neck. What a sight that would be...I'd never live it down.

Too bad I couldn't fl...I gave a small "eep" as Jean-Claude lifted us off the floor. I clung to his arm. "What are you doing?" I asked in a panicked whisper."

He smiled down at me. "Insuring the Bride makes it to the altar, rather then the hospital."

My eyes narrowed as I looked up at him. "You stay out of my head."

He had to bite back laughter again. "One doesn't need to be an empath to read your thoughts bruns yeux, they have but to look at your face and your thoughts are obvious."

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" I asked, careful not to look down and alert the audience that we weren't in contact with the ground. No need for everyone to know that I was incapable of walking.

He continued forward, we were only a few feet away now, and I could feel Luce's gaze traveling over me, eating me up with his eyes. I was probably blushing, but fortunately my back was to most of the crowd by this point so only the wedding party itself would notice. Jean Claude didn't answer my question, just continued to move us forward...smart man.

When we reached Luce and Asher, Jean-Claude leaned over and gave me a small kiss on the forhead. "At least we know you will not run, bruns yeux, you wouldn't make it three feet before you ended up flat on your face."

Luce glared at him for me. I don't think he liked the implication that I might have doubts about him. I didn't...have doubts that is. I knew what I wanted...and Luce was it...flaws and all, he was still the only one who fit.

I guess other people have better words for it...sweeter sentiments, poetry and flowers. I didn't, I love him pure and simple...words would never capture what I felt when I looked at him.



to be continued...very very soon...I hope (bloody hateful muses)


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