So this is a quick one-shot stemming from the fact that I've been looking at those gifs of him putting the ring on her finger and finding them oddly erotic for days. And now I've taken a fairly large dose of cold meds and decided to write. This is un-betaed and the aforementioned cold meds are a thing, so if there are any glaring errors I apologise and please let me know. Otherwise, enjoy!
She watched him taking the ring from reverend travis and flicked her eyes up to him as he spoke.
"With this ring, I thee wed, with my body I thee worship, and with all my worldly goods I thee endow"
She could feel the cool metal at the tip of her fingers as he said these words. There were no nerves in his voice, and his hands kept quite still. His whole body seemed to have calmed the moment she entered the church, and now nothing could upset those nerves. She stretched her hand a little, eager to make sure he knew that she was as ready as he was.
"In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost. Amen."
He repeated the words of the reverend and she felt it then, his fingers spreading hers and sliding the cool metal down her finger at last. She flexed her hand then a bit more, to ease the movement, and as she did her finger moved along the side of his palm.
She looked down at her hand as he placed the ring finally at the base of her finger. He then rubbed a small circle over her knuckles with his left hand, while his right hand lightly massaged her ring finger, his fingers nestled in between hers.
As she looked down at their hands entwined together, she felt a tightening in her lower abdomen, one that had been happening with greater frequency in the lead up to this day. Their fingers in between each other, the light massage, she had a sudden flash of what was to come that night, when legs replaced fingers, and he would be sharing other gifts with her.
Though the thought had made her blush in the days and weeks leading up until this day, she didn't this time. She knew what she wanted, and knew he wanted the same thing. So she didn't blush, didn't bite her lips with nerves, just looked up and met his gaze straight on, and hoped he could read her mind as well as she normally read his.