title: bittersweet storyline
author: stoplight
summary: feelings changed, and that was okay. [ficlet]
pairings: post!wally/kuki.
words: 582
He held her loosely as she hugged his neck; an arm around her lower back, a hand on her hair to stroke the hairspray stiff ebony. She nuzzled the bones of his shoulder, smiling into his suit jacket. "I was glad you could make it!" Kuki cooed. She slipped away a little to rest her tiny hands against his chest.
She was smiling in that way, again; lips stretched over the pearly sheen of her teeth, eyes crinkled in delight, and thick lashes barely kissing the apples of her cheeks.
It still made his heartbeat trip over itself, thudding away like the thunderous roll of a drum.
"Ah'd be a shitty best friend if ah missed yewr wedding," Wally retorted with a snort as the petite woman let out a giggle.
The reception was just a trill of background noise as they stood together, away from the laughter, and music. "You look handsome. . . ," Kuki murmured.
She was leaning in close, lips parted.
Never, ever, forever.
The brunette kissed his cheek.
"Yew outta get back tah yewr husband now," the australian grunted, quickly tucking a glossy curl behind her ear. He pecked her chastely on the corner of the mouth before turning her by the shoulders, and pushing her back into the heart of the room. "Yew don't want him thinkin' ya ran off with meh do yew?"
The fabric of her dress ruffled noisily when she stumbled, arms failing to catch her balance. Her shriek caught the attention of few – extended family, Wally assumed – before they turned away with a shrug, returning to the buffet after a loud burp.
"So quick to get rid of me," the asian woman pouted as the Beetles man still pushed her along and away from their hiding spot. "What did I do to deserve this?"
"Yew talked tah meh," Wally answered, avoiding a very intoxicated-looking woman with heavily smudged eyeliner.
Kuki swung around at that, her sudden gracefulness on her silvery heels startling Wally. He lurched away only to have the breath knocked of him, her body pressed against his.
She hugged him gently, her arms locking loosely around his waist. "I do love you, you know," she murmured, mouth wet and open against his neck.
It was soft, sweet, and simple.
And as bittersweet as the last pinks and reds of summer and the first chill of autumn.
"Yeah," Wally replied, sighing. His hands came to rest on her back, the lace of her wedding gown coarse against his palms. He hugged her close, resting his chin against the top of her head.
"And ah luv yew too."
A/N: Look at that.
A fractured future sort of ¾. I sorta adore it.
I am also beginning to realize that I fail so hard at emotional pieces. The ability to angst just . . . escapes me or something.
- Stoplight.
Wally and Kuki © Mr. Warburton.