I sincerely considered extending this past the honeymoon, but I figured that way it might not get out until halfway through summer break.

Allergy Information: OHEMGEEIT'SGAYMARRIAGE. I guess they live in Massachusetts or something, 'cause my state outlawed domestic partnership to get rid of those homosexuals. Also, this is more than likely a one-time thing, but brief CROSS-DRESSING this chapter. And Cloud's a total girl. Ignore his protests.

"I didn't think I was allowed to see the bride," Leon teased.

"I, uh…" I put my hands on his chest; he wrapped his arms around me. "I'm too nervous to stay away."

"No 'I'm not a girl' protests? How nervous are you, babe?"

I smiled. "I haven't stopped shaking since last week."

Leon kissed my cheek. "What's there to be nervous about?"

"Everything," I whispered. "I-I'm afraid you'll change your mind, or I'll trip, or I'll say something stupid…"

"You'll be fine." Leon kissed me again, this time fully on the lips. "You look stunning." I rested my head on his shoulder. "And I'd be a fool to change my mind. I'm not letting you go."

I smiled to myself. "So now I only have to worry about my own stupidity?"

Leon chuckled. "I guess you could say that."

"Hey, Leon, have you see—" Tifa stopped. "There you are, Cloud! I've looked everywhere!"

I smiled nervously. "Leon's tent is less cramped?"

That's right. Tent. Leon and I wanted an outdoor wedding; the tents were mostly Aerith's doing. Why we needed tents I'll never know. Wasn't my life enough like a circus already? Maybe it was a top-secret conspiracy to drive me insane and force me to kill myself. Ooh, and the main conspirator was actually Tifa from the future, who had come back to prevent my becoming the dictator of Argentina. Or maybe Bolivia. (Amidst my insane inner monologue, Tifa told me to come back to my tent soon and left.)

"Lee, do you prefer Argentina or Bolivia?"

"What?" Leon laughed.

"Yeah, I thought Bolivia, too."

He smiled. "Sometimes I wonder what goes on in that head of yours, but other times I'm pretty sure I don't want to know." He simultaneously hugged me and kissed my temple. "Go. The girls need someone to fawn over."

I pouted. "I'd rather stay here."

"And I'd rather you stay here. But I'm sure our friends would disagree."

I leaned up and kissed the corner of his warm lips. "Okay. I'll go. Thanks, Lee."

"You're welcome, babe."

I grabbed the front of his tuxedo, leaning up to kiss him firmly. "I love you."

"Love you, too." I let go and made my way to the front of his tent (a whole three steps away). "I'll see you on the other side."

"Yeah." I smiled and exited.

Once outside, I was bombarded with females. It was probably the single most frightening experience of my life.

"A-ah, Tifa, Aerith, is that really necessary?" I'm pretty sure that made Riku my best friend all over again.

"Oh, sorry, Cloud, it's just…" Aerith pulled away and smiled shyly. "You're all grown up and getting married now. And we're all so happy Leon found you."

I mouthed my gratitude to Riku, who simply tilted his head and smiled. Yes, definitely my best friend.

"Besides," Riku said, "Aerith, Tifa, don't you have something to be doing?" Eh? Something to be doing?

"Oh, right!" Aerith grabbed my left arm, and Tifa took hold on my right, and they dragged me to my tent. "Leon's going to love this!"

Riku pulled back the curtain of my tent with a smile. Upon looking inside, I had to wonder why exactly Riku was ever my friend in the first place: Yuffie was holding a white dress and grinning like it was Christmas.

"I'm not wearing that," I said. "Never."

"But we bought it just for you." Oh, no. Aerith sounded sad and disappointed. I always caved when girls were sad; they just looked so pathetic. "But, uh, I guess we can return it…"

I sighed. I really, really hated myself. "…I'll wear it," I mumbled. I was only grateful my father was out of town, and he wouldn't be attending the wedding.

"Yay!" Aerith clapped her hands excitedly. "Hurry up and get dressed, Cloud! It's supposed to start very soon!"

I sighed. Women. I wondered if they all were as sneaky and conniving as my three friends. Maybe it was Riku who made them so evil.

--ohemgeeantiquebakeryissocute—

Against my better judgment and the hopes I might somewhat resemble a male when I wed, in fifteen minutes I was in the wedding gown and staring at myself doubtfully in the mirror.

"Aer, I look like a girl."

"I think you look just fine. Leon will love it."

I frowned. Knowing Leon, he'd probably enjoy taking it off more than looking at it. Oh well, it was too late to change already; soon Aerith was ushering me out of my tent, and I was taking Zack's arm to walk down the aisle. Why did I have to play the part of the bride? Why couldn't we have just had a normal gay marriage? Did we really need to be traditional and act all heterosexual?

I was at the altar sooner than expected. Zack hugged me and wished me good luck; I smiled nervously at Leon. He was still staring in shock. Zack offered Leon my hand, and he took it gently into his. I had to take a step closer.

The priest began talking about something boring. Leon's eyes hadn't left me.

"You look absolutely perfect," he finally whispered.

I smiled. "I hate wearing this dress," I said, trying to maintain a happy face.

"I know, but it still looks amazing on you."

Mr. Reverend was still talking. Oh, now he's addressing Leon.

"I do," Leon whispered. Smiling, I slipped his wedding band on his finger.

Blah, blah, blah, Reverend is talking again. "…in sickness and in health, 'til death do you part?"

…oh, he's stopped talking. I finally registered his words. "I do." I was the only person who noticed Leon's breath of relief as he slipped my ring onto my finger.

Blah, blah, blah. "You may now kiss the bride," he said with a satisfied smile as he closed his Bible.

Leon tilted my chin up, leaning forward. My arms slipped around his neck, helping me to lean up and him to lean down (I hated being short); finally, his lips met mine. I blocked out the cheering and clapping as he deepened the kiss, pulling me closer. Finally, we parted.

"How do you feel?"

"Other than overwhelmed?" I whispered.

He laughed. "Yeah, other than that."

"Ecstatic."

He beamed, taking hold of my hand and leading me down the aisle. I linked our fingers together, and then tried to focus on not tripping over the stupid dress. I was again bombarded by females, receiving hugs and numerous forms of congratulatory sentiments. Leon's hand drifted away from mine and began to stroke my back, no doubt trying to make sure I didn't go on a murderous rampage from all the attention.

"Well, ladies, as much as I'm sure Cloud would love to stay here and chat—" I snorted. Really, Leon? "—we're going to miss our flight."

"Flight? What flight?"

The girls giggled. "Leon set up a flight for the two of you," Yuffie said, "To Traverse Town."

"Leon," I whined. "You didn't have to do that."

He smirked and kissed my cheek. "How else are we going to have any peace for the next week?" he mumbled against my skin.

I laughed and buried my face into his shoulder. "I love you," I mumbled.

"I'm going to assume that's why you just married me," he said bemusedly. "Now come on, I want to show off my gorgeous bride."

I pouted and hit him. "Not a girl."

"Aww, my sweet little Cloud's back to normal." He tilted my head back up toward him. "You honestly do look beautiful. You always do."

I blushed. "Lee, we're in public…"

He grinned. "I know. Didn't I say I was going to show you off?" He took my hand again and started leading me away toward his car. "Just be glad that's pretty much all I plan on doing," he said with a wink.

I blushed and looked away. "Perv," I mumbled. "Are we even going to be leaving the hotel room at all?"

"What, you don't want to be stuck in bed with me for a whole week?" he teased.

"U-um… I'd just like to check out Traverse Town while we're there…"

Leon leaned down and kissed my cheek. "I'm just kidding. Even I need breaks, you know."

I giggled. "Yeah, every five minutes."

He glared at me, but decided to continue talking. "And I think some sightseeing will be fun," he told me as he opened the door for me. I managed to get the huge fucking dress in the car without shutting it—or, more importantly, myself—in the door. Meanwhile, Leon slipped into his own seat and started the car. "But first, we're going to go pick you up some clothes."

"What about my suitc—"

"In the backseat."

"—ase…? …have I ever told you I love you?"

"Only every day since the moment we first had sex." We pulled up in front of our apartment building, and Leon handed me his keys. "Go change. I'll be there in a minute."

"Thanks. I love you," I said as I stumbled out of the car.

Leon laughed. "Yeah, I kinda know that by now."

I leaned into his car window and kissed him warmly. "I like saying it."

Leon grinned and lightly hit my arm. "Let me out, babe." I moved, and he opened his door and got out. "C'mon, we have to go change."

I held his hand all the way into our apartment and to our bedroom. "Hey, Lee," I asked, "When's our flight leaving?"

"Uh…" He checked his watch. "In five hours."

I grinned and pulled him onto the bed. "Then it can wait."

Leon kissed me chastely. "Not until we get there, babe. It's only a few more hours."

I pouted. "Please? Like you said, it's only a few hours' difference."

"We promised to wait, and we will." He crawled off me. "Think about your grandma or something."

I sat up. "But… you have to help me out of this dress, and…"

"…and you can't help it when I touch you, hm?" Leon grinned coyly and leaned in. "Well, you could stay in it for the next six hours."

"I guess I'll deal," I said with a pout. How come Leon always won? I turned my back to him. "Unzip me."

Leon obliged. His fingers brushed against my bare back, sending shivers down my spine. He slid the zipper very slowly down to the base of my spine. We sat in silence for a tense moment, me staring at the bed and him likely staring at my back.

"…thanks," I whispered.

"You're welcome," he murmured back. The bed shifted—he got up—and I let the dress fall off of my shoulders. I stood; the dress fell to my ankles. I carefully stepped out of it, and then the white shoes my "friends" had convinced me to wear. They weren't heels—thank gods—but I was pretty sure they were women's shoes.

I ran my hand through my hair, thinking. Clothes. I needed clothes. I ambled to the dresser, wondering in the back of my mind where Leon had gone. I slipped on some dark jeans and a random shirt. The bathroom door was closed, so I assumed that's where Leon had gone.

"Lee!"

"Hm?"

Yep, he was in the bathroom.

"Whatcha doing?"

"Changing. Why?"

I pouted. No fair. I didn't even get to ogle my husband?

Leon opened the door. "Do you need to use the bathroom?"

My mouth dropped open. Okay, I was used to him wearing tight leather, but… my gods, he looked good in jeans. He was dressed simply—just some tight jeans and a white shirt—but he looked fucking amazing.

"I can't believe you want me to wait another six hours!" I groaned and walked away to collapse on the bed. "This is torture," I said decisively.

"America calls it being married, love." Leon lie next to me. "Feel free to jack off in the bathroom."

"That's so degrading!"

"Then take a nap."

I pouted and rolled over. Leon shifted closer and wrapped his arm around my waist.

"I love you," he murmured quietly.

Did he think I didn't know that already? The way he said it sounded apologetic. Was he worried I was mad at him?

I looked over my shoulder and gave him a quick kiss. "I'm not mad. Frustrated, maybe, but not angry." I closed my eyes and snuggled into my pillow. "I love you, too, Lee."

He snuggled closer and buried his face in my neck, smiling against the back of my shoulder. I sighed. Only six more hours, I reminded myself... Six more hours...

Teehee! Um. Yeah. As much as I love the two transvestites I know-- and they both do look amazing in dresses-- Cloud in a dress is just plain weirdd.

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