Author's note: silly little one shot that popped into my head today. Enjoy the fluff :)
Buzz stood in a spare bedroom of the Pride farmhouse, fidgeting with his bow tie for the hundredth time that morning. I should just be wearing my purple jumpsuit, he thought, feeling droplets of sweat on his back. He turned to the full length mirror once more, grimacing as he saw the bow tie coming untied from his constant fingering.
"I don't believe what I'm seein'. You mean to tell me that Buzz Lightyear, the esteemed and prodigious captain of Star Command, is nervous?"
He turned to retort, but instead heard an audible thump as his heart fell to his knees. Jessie stood in the doorway, wearing a simple dress of forest green. The dress was strapless and Buzz's eyes travelled over the curve of her shoulders, the milky white skin accented by the deep color of the dress. Her fiery red hair, usually worn in a messy single plait, was done up in an elegant braid into which small white star-shaped flowers were placed. Her eyes and cheeks were lit up with happiness and Buzz was completely transfixed.
She unknowingly broke the spell by walking into the room, setting her small bouquet of cream colored roses on the dresser. "It'll never stay tied if you don't stop messing with it. Here," she took the fabric of the tie into her hands, fixing it. "What on earth d'you have to be nervous about anyway? All you have to do is keep the ring for Woody, not drop it when he needs it during the ceremony… oh and then there's the toast at the reception, all of those people hanging on your every word." She grinned up at him, smoothing the tie and his jacket lapels. "There, much better."
Buzz tried to scowl at her, but all of his irritation melted as he looked into her bright green eyes, "How come you're not nervous?"
Jessie laughed, "Why on earth should I be nervous? I'm not the one getting married. I'm just an accessory; today every eye will be looking at Bo and Woody. And you," she added, rubbing her nose lightly along his ear, "will be fine." She whispered into his ear, punctuating the statement with a light kiss on his jaw, just below his ear; a place she knew was particularly vulnerable.
He caught her left hand, which sparkled on its own thanks to the ring he placed there only a few weeks before. He pulled her to him, curling his fingers under her chin and tilting her face towards his. "Not every eye, Jess." He leaned down, kissing her. It began as a soft kiss, but he could still feel her lips on his jaw and was fighting the urge to completely lose himself in her. She wrapped her arm around his neck, her fingers raking through his sandy blonde hair, encouraging him to deepen the kiss.
There was a knock at the door and Woody walked in as they pulled apart. "There you are! It's ten minutes until the ceremony and Bo is going a little crazy because she didn't know where you were, Jessie. And I think it's the bride, not the best man, who is supposed to be the blushing one today." His chocolate brown eyes crinkled as he smiled.
Jessie picked up her bouquet, pecking her brother on his cheek. She winked at Buzz, "See you at the altar, Space Boy." She left him with a smile that infused such confidence in him, he felt he could even take on Emperor Zurg at that moment.
Buzz smiled at Woody, clasping his shoulder, "Ready?"
The groom nodded, "Yup. You nervous?"
He smiled, shaking his head, "Not a bit."