After the speeches the music finally started and guests began making their way to the dance floor. Anna and I were caught up in a conversation when I felt your soft touch graze my shoulders as you took the empty seat next to me. You lean into me with a smile and place a warm, soft kiss on my lips, pulling away with a whispered "Hey, you."

I know I'm smiling my biggest smile at you as I lean back in to give you a wetter kiss, smacking my lips as I pull away, "Hey yourself."

You take my face in your hands and rake your eyes all over me, like you haven't seen me in years. I grab your wrists and rub my thumbs over them while I let you look. We are alone at the table now, and it feels like we are in our own world. Your eyes travel down to my lips, then back to my eyes again.

"You look beautiful." Your voice heavy with awe.

"So do you," I sigh.

You place three soft kisses against my lips and hum against me, "I missed you."

"I missed you, too."

We stay like that for a few moments, until the song slows into one of our favorite ballads. You pull away and stand taking my hand in yours, leading me to the dance floor. It is crowded, but we find a small space near the middle, and face each other. You guide my hands around your neck, before placing your own on my hips, smoothing me into motion.

I can't take my eyes off of you, baby. Your eyes are sparkling in the lights under the dance floor, and shining so, so bright for me. Your makeup is a little bit different than usual, and it makes the blue of your eyes a crystal shade that pops out at me. Your hair is done up in an intricate side-braid wrap twist, and your lipstick making your mouth look so much more kissable. You slowly smile at me as I look at you up close. God, it feels like it's been forever. I let out a sigh of relief, I'm back in your arms. I scratch my nails lightly along the back of your hairline, and you swoon into me. My head lands on your shoulder and I breathe you in. It's hidden underneath the hairspray and the makeup, but it's you. It's unmistakably you.

When I get a whiff of your perfume, my knees go weak for a beat. I'm glad your arms are around me holding me tight, always.

The song fades into another fast song that's been popular on the radio, you squeeze my hips before pulling back to start grooving. Your eyes bright with excitement. I accept the challenge hidden in your look and match you as well as I can. I'm no dancer, but I've got rhythm in my blood.

We dance for a while until we need to take a break. The air between us is thick and I can feel the intensity building. Grazing your ear with my lips, I let you know that I'd like a drink. You nod and bite your lip and follow me off the dance floor. I grab your hand, not wanting you to get lost in the crowd which has gotten rowdier as the night has gone on.

Jade is standing at the bar when we finally make it over there. She pulls you into a huge hug and squeals with excitement about being married and how much she loved your speech. I order our drinks and grab a single out of my dress for the tip. I can see the bartender's eyes follow my hand as it sneaks out of my bra, and smirk. Before he can open his mouth to flirt, I place my arm over your shoulder and kiss your cheek, "Baby, I got your drink."

The way his jaw drops open, how they all drop open whenever we're out, will never not be amusing.

Jade, who seems kinda drunk, pulls me in for a huge hug as well, and thanks me for coming. She gets a special look in her eye when she talks about the first time you mentioned me to her, before pulling us both into a group hug. I can hear you giggling, and I laugh as well. Jade is pretty awesome, and I know she loves us both. She apologizes for stealing you away for the past few days, adding in a sly whisper that you mentioned me at every chance you got. My heart skips a beat when I hear that and I send you a shy smile.

We all chat for a few moments until Jade hears her favorite song and pulls you back to the dance floor. I finish my drink and grab two more to bring back to the table before finding you on the floor again. Everyone around us is drunk and having fun, and dancing the night away and it feels so good to be with you like this, celebrating life and love and happiness without a care in the world.

And, baby, dancing with you is like an out of body experience. I don't know how I survive.

After another while you lead me off the floor and whisper something about finding a dark corner somewhere in my ear. We make a pit stop first at the photo booth Mike insisted on, and find the line nonexistent. You pull me inside onto your lap and we decide to take one set with accessories- me in a feather boa and oversized sunglasses, you in a giant hat- and then one without. We end up kissing through a third set, only breaking apart when someone coughs outside the booth. I grab the photos and stick them in my clutch on the table, before trotting back to the dance floor.

As much as I couldn't wait for the night to end so I could get my hands on you and take advantage of the room I had booked us upstairs, I'm a little bit sad when the DJ announces the last song. There aren't many people left on the dance floor, but Jade and Mike are still going strong, as are most of your dance mates and their dates.

Before the song ends, we sneak away to the table and grab out purses and long forgotten shoes. Jade had bought cheap flip flops and placed them in boxes in the back of the room for all of us who needed a break from our heels. It was sweet and a brilliant idea. My body is buzzing with energy and the vestiges of my last drink as I hit the up button on the elevator. You take my free hand in yours, squeezing it as we wait. You sent your bag down from the bridal suite to the room I booked us earlier, so all of your stuff will be waiting. Finally the door dings open and we step on. We're alone in the elevator and your lips connect with mine before I have a chance to think. I moan into your mouth as you slide your tongue into mine and push me up against the wall. We kiss heatedly until the elevator opens at our floor. We both stumble out, gasping with laughter and lust, and you grab my hand and drag me down the hall.

We barely make it inside the room before you're attacking my neck and already sliding the zipper down my dress. I'm overloaded and overwhelmed by you in all the best ways. You slide my dress down my body, kissing your way back up my stomach and chest as you unhook my strapless bra. "Such a great dress, you looked so sexy tonight. I just wanted to fuck you all night, babe. I need to make you scream."

Your words are muffled against my skin but they set me on fire. I love it when you swear.

You're out of your dress in record time and before I know it I'm falling against the bed with you on top of me. We slide up to the pillows and you're kissing everywhere. You bring your mouth where I need you most and my body feels more alive than it has in days. You make good on your word and make me scream before I flip you over and thrust into you until I hear those moans that make me feel like the ruler of the universe.

It's rough, and animalistic and passionate. I don't know how long it is before we stop, because it's transcendent. It feels as if the whole entire world is here between us, even though it's just the two of us in this room. When you look deep into my eyes, sweeping the hair off my face as it falls around us in a shroud, I know something has shifted. Something is different.

We feel bigger, greater.

Your face spreads in a shy smile and you flip me over, kissing softly and slowly over my arms, my chest, my stomach, every inch of me you can. It goes on for seconds, or minutes or hours, I don't know, I'm lost in you, you, you.

You pause and look up at me, smiling with hooded eyes and I just can't take it anymore. "Come up here and give me kisses…" I pout.

You bite your lip in that way I love and oblige, sliding back up my body to kiss me slow and steady and sure. Your hand brushing along my side. It's not as heated as before but just as passionate. I hum a smile onto your lips and pull away for air. You roll onto your side and face me, our noses touching. We don't say anything else, we don't have to. We know. We can feel it. We can feel the love hanging in the air around us.

We both fall asleep exhausted and sated our limbs tangled up in each other.

And I can't wait until it's us.

Until you're my wife.

Married.


A/N: Thanks for the sweet comments, y'all. I thought I'd include some wank for you after teasing you last chapter. Hope you enjoy!