I watch too many wedding movies.... and this was spawned between 27 dresses and Father of the bride. Not really involving either one really, it's just I felt something about a wedding would do well...

"Oh come on.." She exhaustedly cried as she tossed a green silk with many layers dress onto the chair in disgust. She was so fed up with looking through the list of dresses for her to choose just one. She eventually plucked another from the chair and went on trying it out.

Only a few weeks ago, while being out to dinner with their good friends Vlad and Sophie, Vlad popped the question. Of course the happy couple wanted Dimitri and Anya in the ceremony. Anya would be Sophie's maid of honor and Dimitri, Vlad's best man.

Anya was excited as ever. Dimitri, on the other hand, felt differently. Almost remorse.

As he had been fitted for the tux he would wear, he thought back to his own elopement. Both of them had torn clothing, smudges on their faces, and Anya had wound up breaking one of the heels on her shoes. This was a formal wedding they were going to attend/be in. Not some crazy eloping at two in the morning.

After he had left the store, he knew that Anya was out with Sophie and the other bridesmaids at the bridal botique. He strolled across the street, hands in his pockets. He just couldn't get his mind clear, and seeing the event before him didn't help much.

Upon coming to the store's window, he glanced in and saw his princess. Dressed in a long fitted bodice with many stones sewn onto it. The flowing skirt ended in a train round back and on her head was a small veil barely covering her sea-blue eyes. Dimitri was stuporfied.

After she had finally headed back to the dressing room after one last glance in the mirror. He then headed inside. Dimitri told the sales gal that his wife was in the back room trying on dresses so she let him take a seat on a soft velvety cushion near the triple sided mirrors. "Hey, so are you gonna show me the choices for you to wear?" He asked trying to seem as if he hadn't just been stairing at her through the window.

"Hold your horses!" She snapped back.

"I would but I allready bet on all of them."

She rolled her eyes opening the door and proceeding out to the mirrors. "Eh, pink isn't really my color." she remarked smoothing the skirt and adjusting the straps.

"Really, cuz you kinda look like a pink goddess of love." He winked.

As the day continued on, she had finally come down to one final dress and walked back to her usual spot by the mirrors. "I like this one." She admitted lightly spinning.

Dimitri got up off his spot and enclosed his arms around her. "Why?"

She looked back to him. "Because it doesn't make me look so damn tiny." She said placing a hand on her hip.

"Eh, but near everything you buy is blue.." He dully noted.

"You should be one to talk, before we got married all you owed was a bunch of green things. Green shirts, vests, ties.." She razzed back.

"Hey, I had very little money and you wear my old shirts all the time." He smirked burying his mouth on her exposed shoulder. "Besides, I think you should get the red one."

She blushed. "Dimitri, I'm not gonna look like a common prostitute at my first formal event."

He snaked his hands up the lovely curves, which even after months of being married still got him all excited he could do such a thing, of her body. "I meant the red one for when we're alone.." He gave a lingering kiss to just below her ear.

Anya shivered softly as he began to work his usual magic. She couldn't help but feel about as helpless in his arms as she always had. She finally broke the fog and responded. "Dimitri.." She scolded.

After the ceremony came the best part of going to a wedding; the reception. While the other groomsmen were getting a bit tipsy and trying to hookup with the other bridemaids, Dimitri took two glasses of champenge and made his way over to where Anya sat. As he sat down and loosened the bow tie he had been wearing he took one look at the scene and shook his head.

"What, you don't wanna be like the other groomsmen?" He teased.

He shook his head with feeling. "Nope. They're all pretty sad to look at. Even when Vlad and I used to crash weddings for a free meal we didn't try that kind of technique." He took a drink and shrugged off his jacket.

"You and Vlad crashed weddings?! Geeze, where does your immoral agenda ever end?" She teased earning a glare from him.

"Right with conning skinny little brats."

She lightly punched his shoulder lighty. "Watch it, kitchen boy."

As it came time for them to finally dance along side the new Mr. and Mrs. Vascilovich, Dimitri pulled her closer to him.

"Are you upset we never had something like this?" He asked plainly.

She took a look at him shocked. "No, why would you ask something like that?"

He sighed and whispered back. "Well, I saw you trying on that brides dress and you just looked very happy and beautiful may I add." He twirled her in the appropriate time.

"Dimitri, up till now I hadn't even touched a wedding dress. It was just fun to try on. Kinda like you with those silk shirts." She giggled softly.

He then blushed, which was very unlikely for him. "Anya, it's just.." She kissed him before he could get the rest out.

"Dimitri, I don't care about how we got married. Marriage is about two people wanting to be with eachother, not gifts, cake, or dresses."

Dimitri just simply had to smile. For being a princess Anya had such simple good taste. He forgot all about the thought and just wrapped his arms around her waist. They continued dancing untill it was nearing the boquet throwing.

He leaned upon a doorway watching as all the eager gals had piled up in front of Sophie awaiting to see who would be lucky to catch it. He smirked and nearly sat down when he felt someone tug on his arm.

"Hey, don't you want to try for it?" He gestured to the hungy-eyed flowergirl standing upon a chair to get an advantage.

She grinned and kept tugging him twords the door. "Nope, I got a red dress at home." She winked.

His jaw dropped in shock for a mere second, then curved into a devilish grin instead. He booked out the door with her only a second later.

Muahahahahaha... okay r and r please..