i really tried to make this set good, but... yuck.
My hair was done, hanging in loose curls around my shoulders and down my back. Makeup was finished, dress had been adjusted. I sat in the dressing room, staring at myself in the mirror. I looked like me, but... I didn’t feel like it. I stood up, making my way to the door, and Lauren looked up at me.
“I just... need a minute to myself,” I assured her, opening the heavy door and slipping into the church. It was deserted; I sat in the front pew, staring at the wedding set up adorning the surroundings. It all looked amazing. It made me unbearably jealous.
I heard the door open and close, and assuming it was one of the church staff, didn’t look up. The footsteps got closer and slowed down as they approached me, finally coming to a stop in front of the pew; I looked up, slowly, and saw him.
He stared at me, wide-eyed, for a few seconds, before crouching down, holding my hands in his. “You look incredible,” he said, almost a whisper. I smiled weakly, my eyes already feeling wet, but didn’t meet his gaze.
“You didn’t have to come back for me,” I said softly. “Not after what I did to you.”
“Daz, you didn’t do anything to me. I love you.”
“I don’t know why, because I don’t much like myself right now.” The tears spilled over and down my cheeks; he raised his hand, brushing them away with his thumb.
“Don’t say that, princess. You are the most amazing person I have ever met. You are so, so beautiful, inside and out. Everybody else just seems so... dull compared to you. Seriously.” He hooked his finger underneath my chin and pulled my head up so I was looking him in the eyes. “I will never, ever look at another woman the way I look at you. Nobody compares. You are the only thing I want in the entire world and the only person I could ever see myself with. I’d rather die than lose you again so please, please tell me what I’m doing wrong, and I’ll fix it.”
“You don’t get it,” I said, shaking my head. “You’re not doing anything wrong, and you can’t fix it. We can’t fix this. We just have to live through it.”
“You have to promise me that you’re going to tell me when you’re hurting. No more keeping things inside, Daz, or telling Ryan all your secrets. I’m your boyfriend. You come to me first. I love you more than anyone else ever could, and I’m the one who’s going to take care of you.”
I nodded in agreement, brushing the tears from my cheeks quickly. He wound his fingers through mine and, standing, pulled me up to my feet, wrapping his arms around my waist. I let mine snake around his neck and he kissed me so tenderly, like I might break if he pressed too hard.
“I have to go... fix my makeup,” I said, running my hand over my cheek. He nodded, kissing me quickly one last time before I turned.
“Daria,” he called, just as I’d reached the door to go back inside. I looked at him curiously. “You’re a knockout,” he said, grinning.
Luckily for Emily, the wedding went off without a hitch. She looked amazing, especially as a pregnant bride. She was happy, Alex was happy, Tash and Lauren and I were happy. Jake wasn’t happy. He got stuck on a table at the reception with some of Alex and Em’s single friends who were all trying to get with one another; some girls kept trying to crack onto him, and he looked at me pleadingly occasionally. Once, catching my eye, he jerked his head towards the door, meaning to meet him outside. Excusing myself from the bridal table, I followed him out.
He gathered me in his arms as soon as we stepped out, pressing his lips to mine again. “What’s up?” I asked, running my fingers lightly through his hair.
“I need a break from those girls inside. They’re vultures.”
“I think it’s funny,” I grinned. “And you should be flattered.”
“You should be jealous.”
“I don’t have time to be jealous,” I murmured, wrapping my arms around his waist and resting my head on his chest. “I’m just grateful that you’re here.”
We’d just gotten into the car after helping Em and Alex as much as we could before they left, and were pulling out of the parking station, when a familiar intro came on over the car’s speakers. I looked at Jake curiously, and he smirked.
“Did you set this up so our song would play as we were leaving?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. He shrugged, unable to wipe the proud grin off his face. And the rest of the way, songs played from a playlist he’d obviously made for this – ones that he knew would get me in a certain mood.
Not that I needed to be told. As soon as we hit the bed, I had his shirt off, and he was working on my dress. Every brush of his lips on my skin felt amplified; every twist and turn he made, made me gasp; the heat from our bodies’ interactions made me dizzy. It felt all too real, suddenly, after feeling so far away for so long. Him, being here, all the familiarities of his body working with mine... it was almost all too much. I felt overwhelmed; I didn’t know if it was good or bad, and a tear slipped from my eye. I brushed it away quickly, but he noticed, and I let out a tiny, involuntary sob.
He stopped moving, his body still pressed against mine, my legs wrapped around his hips. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Keep going.”
“I’ve gotta say, you crying during sex isn’t exactly a turn on for me. What’s wrong?”
I didn’t respond, instead pulling his head down towards mine and kissing him deeply, with no ambiguities about my intentions. He took it as a sign to keep going.
I woke up a few hours later, groggy in the middle of the night, to find him looking at me. The same way I’d looked at him before. Like we were unsure if the other was real after pining for them for so long. Silently, he kissed my forehead, wrapping his arms around me as I drifted back to sleep.
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