A/N: I've gone cuckoo with sappiness, and thus present this story to you. I've noticed that no one has ever done a telling of Wheeler and Linka's special day, and you know I love a challenge. So… hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing!
Va-Va-Voom!
By: Miss Mango
Chapter 1 – Va-Va-Voom!
The first time Wheeler saw Linka, all he could think was: va-va-voom!. They were standing around Gaia, the Spirit of the Earth, in a room filled with magical crystals. Nothing about that stood out to him (as if this were the most natural context one could find himself in) except the blonde apparition he later learned was called Linka. Even though she was clad in heavy clothing, a double-breasted violet jacket that covered a good portion of her figure, he could tell that underneath it, her curves were utterly dangerous. Full breasts, long legs, and a slim waist. Not to mention that soft blonde hair that brushed her back, jade eyes framed by long eyelashes that curled into infinity, and that mouth. Her mouth was irresistible, all pouty and soft and kiss-me. He was not sure if he'd started drooling at the sight of her, but her frown told him she'd figured out his thoughts.
The first time Wheeler had kissed her, or tried to, Linka had punched him in the jaw. Her eyes had been wild with fury as she pushed him away, and he did not catch a glimpse of her for the rest of the day. He'd searched the Island meter by meter, checked all her favorite places, but she was nowhere to be found. At the end of the day, exhausted and a little disappointed with himself, he'd wondered if he'd now have to give up his pursuit of Linka for good. It was not his fault he was so drawn to her, he could not help himself!
His heart all but flipped in his chest when he found her sitting outside his hut, fidgeting with her nails before realizing he was standing before her. She rose from the ground and finally met his eyes. Hers were cool, unreadable like always, but somehow, different this time around.
"I should not have reacted that way," she bit her lip a little, and her words had an apologetic tinge to them.
Wheeler had taken her hand and drawn her closer. And suddenly, they were glancing into each other's eyes silently, and when he tried kissing her again, without breathing this time, ever so gently, Linka did not pull away. She had hesitated at first, but then her mouth had welcomed his, and the kisses that followed had been nothing short of spectacular.
"Marry me, babe," Wheeler had sighed a little when they'd pulled apart. Kissing her like that had been better than in dreams. His arms were tightly wound around her waist, and her curves were in close contact with his fit frame. He could not think of a time when he'd felt more at ease, as if it all made sense suddenly.
"Bozhe moi!" A mixture of amusement and shock registered in her voice, perfectly balanced.
"What? People get married for far less intense emotions than these."
"People get married, Yankee," Linka had been blushing madly at the look he'd enveloped her in, and she'd tried to loosen his hold on her, "after they date and have a relationship of sorts for many years."
"So we skip all the boring parts," he'd shrugged a little and Linka actually laughed. He loved her deep, throaty laugh, which he rarely heard when they were working, and she blinked up at him as if to challenge him. She was divine. He felt a little drunk looking in her eyes.
"Will you quit fooling around, Wheeler?"
"I'm being serious."
His arms had been steel around her frame and Linka gave up struggling. Looking into his eyes, she'd challenged, "so you think you know me that well? You would risk marriage over your arrogance?"
"What I know about you I like," Wheeler had smiled a little, and her flowery scent acted as a sort of hypnotizing concoction that filled his brain. "And what I don't know I'll learn to love."
Linka had studied him, still trying to understand if he was being serious. He suddenly wished he hadn't acted so clown-like in the past, perhaps now she would be less dubious about him.
"Tell me all the reasons why we shouldn't," he'd ventured out, and he was surprised with himself for being so persistent. Apparently, his brain had invested a lot of energy into this!
"For one, we are too young."
"Lots of people get married young and end up celebrating the most anniversaries."
"Uhmm, Yankee, where would we live?"
"Wherever you'd want. I've already lived in cold and hot climates, I'm down for either."
"What would we do?"
"Continue being Planeteers, of course!"
"And what would I tell my Grandmother?" Linka had gone on, hoping to encounter some resistance and apparently surprised at the ease with which he offered his responses. Nothing seemed to shake him from his convictions!
"She'll be happy, she likes me!"
Linka had laughed a little despite herself and shook her head just slightly.
"And where would we get married, Yankee?"
"In a villa, in Italy," he'd grinned easily, and he'd reached up to brush a hair strand that had fallen out of her ponytail, delicately caressing her cheek. "It would be just our families and the others, and you are going to be, possibly, the most beautiful bride that's ever lived."
She'd leaned into him a little then, speechless, and he'd taken advantage of her nearness to capture her mouth again. It was just as amazing as the first time their lips collided, and Wheeler knew even then, that it would forever be so.