I don't rewrite chapter two, hey what can I say, I couldn't help myself

This is it as far as I'm concerned. I have a new list to do XD Which is 7 long. But that doesn't include continuing with Not So Lost in America, as my muses for that are currently dead. And also continuing Slip, Fall, Caught, which I what desperately to have them have hopping races because it would be funny…

Chapter Two

Ray and Neela were sat at the bar, the wedding had been pretty normal, but extraordinary at the same time. Luka had had it all planned, every detail. It was so nice to see two people who had clearly loved each other for such a long time, finally get their happy ending.

The thing was, Ray couldn't help but be that little bit jealous of them. In a way, if they got their happy ending, why couldn't he and Neela? Or that's what he had been thinking until she had kissed him earlier, twice.

The reception now in full swing, they had taken to sitting and watching the other people dance, and Neela was trying her hardest to avoid Tony. So far she had succeeded, but that was until Tony had come to get himself a few pints of beer to drown his sorrows for not being around Neela all night.

"So this is where you've been hiding, Mayday! With this wanker! You know what, you can have her mate! She just some cheap ass slut!" He didn't get to continue. Neela's hand was about to make contact with his cheek, but she was a little too late to react, Ray's fist had already done so.

"Sorry, I've been waiting to do that for so long." Ray laughed slightly, then his expression changed, worry coursed through him, "You don't mind do you?"

"I mind," Neela said seriously, but she couldn't keep it up, she laughed, a small snort escaping her nose. "I wanted to do it!" she smiled again, grabbing his hand and walking him over to the dance floor.

Tony was still in shock, leaning on his elbow on the floor, wiping at his nose, yet nobody was making a conscious effort to pick him up, or say anything in his honour. Nobody cared. Everybody around had cheered when Ray's fist made contact. Maybe Morris was right; maybe he should just leave.

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Abby and Luka were in the middle of the dance floor, swaying to 'Love is all around', quite possibly the corniest song there was going, but for the moment it seemed fitting. All the couples had started to fill the floor, but there was one that came as a surprise as they entered laughing from the bar.

Luka nodded over to them as they started dancing slowly to the music along with the rest, and it took Abby a few moments to figure out was it was Luka was doing. She looked around and caught a glimpse of Neela, but the person she was dancing with wasn't whom she thought it would have been. For starters he was taller, hotter, and overall nicer than the other guy.

"Talk about finally!" Abby smiled turning back to her husband.

"Oh yey!" Hope cried. "I saw them kiss earlier…" she trailed off as Abby gawped as her slightly, as did Morris.

"And you didn't tell me?!" he exclaimed spinning her slightly.

"Didn't tell you what?" came the southerner's familiar voice, with the Brit in his arms. "Oh right, yeah, thanks Hope," Ray smiled. Neela just laughed, turning in his grasp to face the other couples, his arms hugging her close from behind.

"You were gunna tell me when exactly Neela?" Abby asked looking over her shoulder from where she danced with Luka.

"Well it's not exactly an old thing, more like a few hours, and it's your day, not ours," Neela reasoned, leaning back into Ray before cracking another smile a her newly wedded best friend. "Don't tell me you're surprised?" a questioning look was thrown Abby's way from Ray. Okay, so maybe he was a little obvious with how he felt. But Neela? Well Abby is her best friend.

"I was expecting to have to wait at least another year before you finally got together though. I mean you've skirted around it three years already!" The song ended and as a more upbeat song made its way onto the play list the couples made their ways off to their respective places. Ray and Neela taking two seats next to Abby and Luka.

"Well, to newly weds and new, well, kinda new, couples," Luka toasted drinking from his glass, a cheery smile plastering its way onto his face. "May life bring us all what we want!"

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Keys turned in the door as Ray tried to open the door to 'their' apartment. It was never just his, always theirs. He reached out for the light switch but stopped, as an all-too-familiar hand took his own.

Neela pulled Ray back towards her having kicked the door shut, moving her arms to around his neck, his hands made their way to her waist pulling her closer still to him. Like all their kisses before, the ones they shared now were no different. Soft, loving, always giving the option of a root out if the other wanted it. But now they both knew the other didn't. Nor did they need it.

Her shawl was dropped to the floor half way to his room. His jacket soon following suit. His hand made its way up her back, playing with the ends of her hair, whilst hers tried to bury their selves in his inch long locks. Before either party got too preoccupied with the new territory they were exploring, the buckle of his belt found itself being undone, as did the zip of her dress.

Once in his room, both his shirt and her dress found their selves deposited unwanted on the floor. His trousers soon after. All that was left was Neela's strapless bra and matching pants, and Ray's boxers and socks. Neela laughed mentally, he always slept in boxers and socks, bless him.

They found their way over to his bed, not long before bashing into the side and Ray fell, Neela falling with him.

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Neela scrunched her eyes tightly before daring to open them. She could feel a warm body beneath her head, and she knew exactly who it was. She had been waiting for this moment for quite a while and now it had come, it wasn't a disappointing moment. His hair stuck up in multiple directions, his face content, peaceful and extremely adorable.

"Stop looking at me," Ray stated sleepily without opening his eyes.

"But you look so adorable when you sleep, I just can't help myself," she smiled leaning down and kissing him lightly on the lips.

"Well get used to it," he smiled opening his eyes and looking at her intently, taking in everything before him. "I would ask you to pinch me. But last time you did you left a mark, so I'm gunna take a guess and say this isn't a dream."

"And how do you know that?"

"Cause if I was dreaming you've normally run off going 'What the hell am I doing?' by now," he smiled weakly before raising his hand and running the backs of his fingers over her cheek.

"Well it's a good job you're not dreaming, because I'm not going anywhere."

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