Chapter XII
You may kiss the bride, Jonathan said with a wide smile.
The groom, pale with happiness, bent over and proceeded to do so with his new wife.
-fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen – Alanna counted. A minute and three seconds – Great Mother, they beat George n'me!
The newly weds straightened from their kiss and turned to the crowd, waving. A huge cheer rose, followed by music and dancing.
Daine snuck away from all the people and slipped her hand into her new husband's.
Can we go? she whispered. I'm getting tired.
Not too tired, I hope, Numair whispered back, grinning wickedly.
Of course not! scoffed Daine.
Go throw the bouquet, Daine, her husband replied. Daine walked to the crowd, counted to three and hurled the bouquet of white roses. Then she turned around and gasped in pleasure.
Kel had caught it and she turned a bright red when Cleon (A/N or Neal, have it your way) caught the whatever-grooms-throw.
And they'll live happily ever after, Daine murmured, feeling Numair's arm slip around her waist.
That's the way it should be, he whispered back and he kissed her.
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Pretty corny ending, huh? Okay, if you want more, go on to the next part. Be warned - it's pretty...er...steamy...maybe I rated too low...