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The wedding happened in a whirlwind, to Haruhi, it felt like a strange dream.
Haruhi selected her dress, an elegant but simple white lace gown that was strapless.
The dress was a bold choice for someone who was usually so reserved, but Haruhi liked it better than the other dresses she had to choose from and after the seamstress finished fitting her a few hours later, it was perfect.
A crew arrived to help Haruhi with her hair and makeup while Tamaki changed into his suit.
All the while, servants drove back and forth from the airport, fetching the few guests as they arrived and bringing them to the chateau.
Tamaki had thoughtfully already ordered a catered dinner, and arranged for Haruhi and himself to have their own mini reception out on the stone Veranda in front of the Chateau gardens, using the large lavender field as a backdrop.
Before Haruhi had time to process what was really happening, she found herself dressed and primped, descending the curved staircase and starting her walk down the aisle as Tamaki's bride-to-be.
Haruhi glanced over the small crowd while she walked.
There was Tamaki's father….
Next to him sat a beautiful blonde woman that had to be Tamaki's mother…..
One of Tamaki's cousins, and…
"I can't believe my little girl's getting married!" A voice sobbed.
Haruhi blushed as she quickly glanced over, watching her own father blow his nose violently into a tissue.
Haruhi dared to fix her eyes on Tamaki.
Tamaki looked absolutely prince-like standing there at the makeshift altar in his black tuxedo.
Haruhi had half-expected her groom to choose something less formal, but it was Tamaki that she was marrying…..
Haruhi wore a frothy, thick veil that hid most of her face and upper chest from Tamaki's immediate view.
Tamaki didn't really get a good look at his bride yet.
Once Haruhi arrived at the makeshift altar, Tamaki greeted her with a warm smile and chivalrously offered her his hands, "Come, my princess."
Haruhi was glad that her veil hid her blush as she reached out, taking both of Tamaki's hands while they faced each other.
Through the thick chiffon, Haruhi and Tamaki locked eyes while the wedding officiant guided them through their vows.
Haruhi still felt like she was in a dream.
Was this really happening?!
Right now?!
The brunette thought this moment was still years away…..
The wedding officiant interrupted Haruhi's thoughts as he asked, "Tamaki Suoh, do you take this woman to be your wife?"
"I do." Tamaki said, smiling contently at Haruhi, his voice rumbling in a proud purr.
"And do you, Haruhi Fujioka, take this man to be your husband?" The officiant asked.
"I do." Haruhi nodded solemnly.
The wedding officiant handed them their rings, two simple but luxurious gold bands that Tamaki had pre-ordered some time ago, and guided them while they slipped the bands on each other's fingers for the first time.
The handful of wedding guests were silent as the wedding officiant smiled and then announced happily, "I now pronounce you man and wife. Mr. Suoh, you may now kiss your bride."
Now it was Tamaki's turn to blush as he lifted Haruhi's veil with shaking hands.
Kissing wasn't something that Haruhi and Tamaki had actually done a lot of, actually, both of them could be very shy when it came to things like that.
Of course, it didn't help Tamaki's nerves that their parents were watching….
Whatever anxiety Tamaki felt though was quickly swept away by awe once he pulled Haruhi's veil up and over her head.
Tamaki gasped quietly while he admired his bride.
Haruhi's short, brunette hair had been elegantly combed and styled, her makeup was subtle but it accentuated her fair face, highlighted her large, dark eyes and her pink lips.
And her shoulders…..
Tamaki had never seen Haruhi's shoulders completely bare like that, devoid of straps or any other clothing interfering with their beautiful porcelain gleam…...
Tamaki's face turned apple red as he bent down and gave Haruhi a sweet but rather long kiss.
Tamaki's family clapped.
Haruhi's father was torn between crying about his little girl getting married and growling at Tamaki for putting his hands on Haruhi.
In the end, Ranka's happiness won the internal struggle and he was the first to congratulate the couple at the miniature reception that followed immediately after.
By then it was starting to get dark, and Tamaki had the servants come and serve dinner to everyone.
The meal was lavish and the wedding party chatted and visited on the elegant cobblestone patio of the chateau while they ate.
The scene was illuminated by dozens and dozens of string lights that glittered like faeries, which had been thoughtfully placed on the building's exterior and in nearby trees.
The chateau had an antique phonograph and Tamaki instructed the maid to play some music off of it, a few waltzes, slow and sensuous, for the wedding party to dance.
Haruhi eyed her father dancing with one of the servant girls, and she smiled when she saw Tamaki's father offer his hand to Tamaki's mother.
Maybe after all this time, they still loved each other….
"Are you happy, ma petite?" Tamaki asked Haruhi while they swayed together gently.
"Very." Haruhi said, looking up at her handsome groom with a genuine smile. "I'm really happy, Tamaki."
Tamaki smiled, kissing the top of Haruhi's head with a satisfied sigh.
"But…" Haruhi said quietly.
Tamaki blinked, "But what, mon cheri? Is the music too loud? Would you prefer a different wine?"
"Well…..no." Haruhi said.
"Then what is it, my love? Tell me what I can do to make it perfect. I wanted this to be perfect for you, for us." Tamaki said honestly.
Haruhi smiled at Tamaki's attentiveness.
Tamaki was very sweet and very kind, but…
Haruhi laughed as she said, "Kyoya-senpai is going to kill you when he finds out."
Tamaki smiled brightly at Haruhi. "If he finds out!"
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Once it grew late, the few guests that had attended Tamaki and Haruhi's wedding began to make their way to their rooms.
The Chateau was massive and there were such a small number of people there, each person could have had an entire wing of the estate to themselves.
Waking into the house with Tamaki, that was when it hit Haruhi….
She and Tamaki were married now.
That meant…..
"Don't worry, mon cheri." Tamaki smiled as he opened the double doors to his lavish bedroom and smiled at Haruhi. "You know I'd never hurt you. Let's just spend time together. Does that sound fair?"
"Uh….s-sure….." Haruhi blinked at Tamaki wide-eyed.
She and Tamaki had never….
And they'd certainly never seen each other….
Tamaki didn't seem too worried about it.
The tall blonde walked over and sat down on the plush, antique, red velvet sofa that was directly in front of the fireplace in the center of his large room.
The fire had been thoughtfully lit by the servants moments before their arrival, to set a romantic mood…
Haruhi, feeling a little awkward, sat down beside her new husband, still in her elegant, lace dress.
"Can I hold you?" Tamaki asked Haruhi quietly, while they both stared at the crackling embers.
"...yeah, of course." Haruhi said quickly.
Tamaki put his arm around Haruhi's shoulders and laced the fingers of his free hand with hers as they both continued to stare into the fire.
"I love you, Haruhi." Tamaki said quietly while they sat alone together on the sofa.
Haruhi gently stroked the back of Tamaki's hand with her fingers, admiring the way the light glinted off of her wedding band, "I love you too, Tamaki."
Haruhi glanced up at Tamaki and Tamaki felt his wife's gaze upon him.
Slowly, Tamaki looked down at Haruhi and their eyes met.
Haruhi put a hand on Tamaki's chest, too high to be pushing him away…..
Tamaki let go of Haruhi's hand and gently cupped her face…..
Tamaki and Haruhi's eyes were both closed while their lips met.
They had kissed briefly once or twice before, but never like this.
Tamaki and Haruhi shared a passionate kiss that was deep and true.
A real lover's kiss….
Tamaki wasn't interested in pushing Haruhi, but Haruhi needed no encouragement from him.
Young, in love, and finally alone, Haruhi and Tamaki saw each other that night for the first time as husband and wife.
Haruhi's hands were the first to advance things, pulling at Tamaki's clothes, a silent motion that screamed for him to go further…..
Tamaki's voice was the first to break, groaning as he took Haruhi for his own, consummating their marriage…...
Sometime later, Haruhi laid on Tamaki's chest, cuddled up in the massive bed while their eyes fell on the fire once more.
A wedding dress and a black tuxedo had been discarded carelessly on the floor…..
The sheets had been mangled, rumpling the elegant bed…...
Tamaki was still breathing hard, holding onto Haruhi tightly as if she would be ripped away from him at any moment.
Haruhi was gasping for breath too, her cheeks flushed apple red with the afterglow of blossoming in Tamaki's arms.
Carefully, as if he may crush her skull by being too forceful, Tamaki bent and kissed the top of his bride's head as if she were the most precious thing in the world.
To Tamaki, Haruhi was the most precious thing in the world.
"I love you, my Haruhi." Tamaki said quietly, his voice low and husky with a deep satisfaction that only those truly in love can ever know.
"I love you too, Tamaki." Haruhi sighed happily, nuzzling into the crook of her new husband's neck.
Tamaki held Haruhi through the night, cradling her close.
In the morning, it did feel like a dream to them both…..
Haruhi Fujioka was now officially Mrs. Suoh.