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Running my hands over the silk that covered my body still felt surreal, barely four hours ago I had been in a bar with my boyfriend and now I was getting ready to marry him. All credit to him he had planned everything better than I ever could have, he chosen a beautiful little Shinto shrine in the busy centre of fire country. Although, at four in the morning a heavy silence had fallen on the city so it was peaceful. Sasuke had chosen my robe, traditional white for Shinto weddings, the colour symbolised purity and how the bride would become the colour of her husband's family. That choice alone summarised me, I had changed and would continue to become anything he wanted me to as long as we could be together. I was his family now and he was mine.
That was why, he said, there was no need to have anyone else there. It would have been nice to have Grandma at my wedding but I agreed with Sasuke, we only needed each other and our child.
"Emi?" Sasuke gently tapped on the door. We had separate rooms in the priests living quarters in the gardens of the shrine to change in, the inhabitants had kindly stored our outfits away weeks before, just as Sasuke had asked, he really had thought of everything.
"Yes?" I replied eagerly and he strode into the room like a different man. Formal black robes matured his youthful features and calmed the ripples of his buff body, he looked like a man of the world, a husband and a father.
"Wow." he gasped, wide eyed and open mouthed. His eyes were without the sexual hunger I was so accustomed to, instead they were dazzling with wonder and awe.
"Do I look pretty?" I asked sweetly but he didn't reply, he continued to stare at me like I was the most amazing thing he had ever seen in his life. He moved slowly towards me, reached his hand out and placed it on my face. He trailed his fingers across my cheek and whispered to me,
"Say my name, Emi. I want this to feel real." He traced my lips in wonderment, lips that he'd kissed a thousand times before. I noticed how blissfully soft his voice was and how gentle his eyes were with the subtle flicker of light dancing across those onyx orbs from the candles in the room.
"This is real, isn't it, Sasuke?" I replied, curling my arms around his neck. The silky fabric brushed against his cheeks and he groaned, his hands finding my waist, holding me close against him.
He sighed and slowly admitted,
"It feels too good to be true. It doesn't feel real to be this happy." He looked…guilty, as though he'd wronged me in some way. Pushing my fingers into his untamed spiky black hair I sensually massaged his scalp, relaxing him into my hands until another admission came tumbling out.
"I hate leaving you, Emi. I'm constantly worried about your safety, being linked to me could cause you trouble. I need to be here with you, every minute, every second, I couldn't live if I ever lost you." The emotion that was swimming in his eyes was replaced by a fierce determination. Since finding out his true identity I had been concerned of the risks of fucking a missing-nin, it was one of the reasons I was so reluctant to tell anyone about us but it had never frightened me because...
"But if someone tried to hurt me or our child I know that you would come to the rescue, just like with Shinji. I trust you to keep me safe, our family safe, I wouldn't have agreed to marry you if I didn't." His lips were on mine with a kiss that was so tender it was hard to believe that Sasuke was part of it.
""C'mon." he smiled beautifully, "I want you to be my wife."
The elderly priest smiled warmly at me, he must have sensed my nerves. I didn't have any doubts though, it was the enormity of the situation. I was getting married! Me! Right now! Sasuke squeezed my hand a little tighter and beamed reassuringly at me. I took a deep breath and smiled back at him and the priest. I was ready. We were both ready.
The kindly old man marrying us announced our marriage to the shrine alter and the two other holy men in the room stood and bowed along with us as the priest began to recite his prayers of blessing.
The atmosphere was almost indescribable, like a blissful air of tranquility had engulfed us all into a different world, one that existed between the dead and the living. For the first time in many years I could feel the presence of my mother and father. The prayers grew louder, chorused between the men like a song until that was the only sound in the world. Sasuke pulled me to him, turning me slightly towards the doorway where my parents stood alongside his illuminated by the holiness of the rising sun. Although slightly transparent it was definitely them, my mother was still beautiful and my father still looked proud of me; Sasuke's father had the same hardened look of wisdom as his son and his mother's eyes shone with love just like Sasuke's did. Tears pricked at my eyes, they had come to witness our union.
"I love you." Sasuke whispered.
"I love you too." I cried. Placing my lips against his I had never felt more grateful to be alive. Slowly the prayers subsided and we held each other as our parents vanished for the last time, a bittersweet moment that I would remember forever as the blessing we needed to be together.
Sasuke drank from the smallest cup first before holding it to my lips for my to taste. Smelling the sweet sakě aroma I hesitated. I was pregnant.
"Just take a sip." he reassured me, after all the ceremony couldn't be completed without it. He tilted the cup until the smallest drizzle ran between my lips. With the medium cup we did the same, our eyes glued together under the watchful gaze of the priests. Then finally the last cup, the largest which, against tradition, he put to my mouth first letting me take the first taste. With great interest he watched me drink and when a rebellious drip ran down my bottom lip he didn't hesitate to kiss it away. Looking around us I blushed, the old men all had that twinkle in their eye that suggested they could see the passion we shared.
"Here." I giggled, allowing him the last mouthful of our ceremonial san san kudo.
"Thank you, my wife." he grinned, slipping a plain gold band onto my finger.
I took the other from the priest's outstretched hand and put it lovingly onto Sasuke's finger.
"You're welcome, husband." I beamed pulling him into the wildest kiss a just married couple had ever shared.