A/N: Thank you all for the lovely reviews you've left on my previous fics, they've meant a lot! Here's another short one :)
The bathroom mirror in his airstream was too small, he realized as he crouched, trying to get a better view of himself fumbling with his tie. His hands were trembling like the flickering flame of a burning candle, the excitement of his imminent wedding sustaining the fire.
"Teresa," he said, finally turning around. "I can't do this. I don't think I remember how."
Her mascara wand froze mid-air. Familiar fear flashed through her eyes. Time stilled momentarily.
"Bad choice of wording. I meant my tie一I haven't worn one since my psychic days," he clarified guiltily. "Marrying you though一is something I've wanted to do ever since I came back from exile."
If the airstream was devoid of furniture, her relieved sigh would have reverberated off the walls. Shaking her head in amusement, she returned the mascara wand to its tube and walked over to her helpless fiancé.
She tugged at his tie, undoing the crooked knot. Readjusting the placement of the tie around his collar, her fingers moved deftly, until she'd swiftly secured and tightened a Windsor knot. A few refinements later, she stepped back to admire her handiwork.
"Looks pretty good for someone who tied her last tie when her little brother was sixteen," she said with a hint of pride.
When he looked into the bathroom mirror, he found that she had indeed done a better job in comparison to anything he'd managed over the last twenty minutes.
He turned back, flashing her a toothy grin. "Thank you, it's perfect."
"You want to kiss me, don't you?"
"I always want to kiss you." The words rolled off his tongue without a moment of hesitation.
"Well don't," she informed him regretfully. "I've just done my lipstick."
"I'm going to mess it up after our vows, anyways," he said, settling to place a kiss on her jaw.
Unfazed by the feeble argument, she rolled her eyes. "And you're not going to mess it up a minute before that," she said, firmly. "Now get out. I need to fix my hair, and wear my dress."
"You know I'd marry you in what you're wearing now, right?" he asked earnestly, lightly plucking at the strap of her tank top.
Her eyes crinkled with happiness, her heart swelling with affection towards the man standing in front of her一so ridiculously in love.
"That's nice to hear but our guests will not be impressed by my current attire," she finally responded, picking up his vest and jacket. Thrusting them into his hands, she maneuvered him towards the door.
"I'll be out in fifteen minutes. Go admire the pond or something."
He stepped out smiling, slipping on his vest and jacket. Behind him, the airstream finally clicked shut.
Walking over to the pond, he sucked in a lungful of fresh air, closing his eyes in contentment.
He felt like the luckiest man alive.
The future looked bright.
A/N: Inspired by a tweet I posted and written as a result of procrastination. Thank you for reading and reviews are always appreciated! My twitter is whiteorchiids