Title: Gold Wings and Dress Whites
Author: Anaika Skywalker
Author's Email: lindsay30@austarnet.com.au
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own JAG; I just like to spread my wings occasionally.
Author's Note: Yes I know I kept you hanging in the last chapter, but I had to break it up into two chapters. Once more I had too much for just one chapter. So read on, and then let me know what you think.
Winjan: I'm glad you liked Boy Talk. Sorry I didn't say so in the last chapter. To answer you question though, check out Chapter Five, it's mentioned there about Harm going to Top Gun. And I hope you like the wedding.
Gold Wings and Dress Whites
Chapter Twenty-four: Sarah and Matt's Wedding: Part Two
Mitchell Estate
June 2nd 2001
Washington DC
The WeddingLieutenant Colonel Mathew Mitchell turned at the sound of the wedding march, his eyes widened with surprise.
"Breath Cobra." Tom advised.
"Yeah," he managed.
As they walked down the aisle, Mac noticed not only had Sera and Harm made it, so had Harm's brother Sergei. He smiled as she passed by, they all did.
Matthew O'Hara smiled at the young man his niece was marrying; he kissed Mac's cheek and took his seat beside the Admiral.
Father Johnson smiled happily at the couple before him. "We gather here today to join Matthew and Sarah in the bonds of marriage. From today they shall no longer walk as two independent souls but as one, bond together by their love and devotion to each other," he began. "As Marines they know duty to their country, themselves and those who serve with them. As man and wife they will know duty to each other and their children." He paused again. "Matthew and Sarah, please join hands."
Mac gave Harriet her bouquet and turned, joining hands with Matt.
"Matthew will you please say the vows you've chosen," Father Johnson requested.
Matt gave Mac's hands a gentle squeeze. "I, Matthew Ryan, take you Sarah Catherine, as my friend and love, beside me and apart form me, in laugher and in tears, in conflict and tranquility, asking that you be no other than yourself, loving what I know of you, trusting what I do not know yet, in all the ways that life may find us."
Tears misted in Mac's eyes as on Father Johnson's urging said her vows. "I, Sarah Catherine, take you, Matthew Ryan, as my friend and love, beside me and apart form me, in laugher and in tears, in conflict and tranquility, asking that you be no other than yourself, loving what I know of you, trusting what I do not know yet, in all the ways that life may find us."
Father Johnson gestured seven-year-old Rick Cameron, who was ring bearer, closer. Matt's nephew held the pillow out to his Uncle that the rings sat on.
Matt took the smallest ring and slid it onto Mac's finger as he said to her. "Sarah, I give you this ring as a symbol of my vow, and with all that I am, and all that I have, I honor you, in the name of God."
Rick then held the pillow out to his new Aunt.
Mac took the last ring and slid it onto Matt's finger as she said. "Matthew, I give you this ring as a symbol of my vow, and with all that I am, and all that I have, I honor you, in the name of God."
Rick stepped back to stand beside Gunnery Sergeant Victor Galendez, who was Matt's groomsman.
Father Johnson smiled, addressing everyone. "With this statement made of love and trust, which we have just heard, I now wish you to greet Matthew and Sarah as husband and wife," to the couple he said. "May this day shine eternally in your lives. May it add brilliance to every achievement and cast a divine light over any misfortune. May you care for each other in all sadness, may you give cheer to each other. May you give vitality to each other in all undertakings, may this day shine eternally. May all that is virtuous, beautiful and honest, remain with you always." He concluded. "Matthew you may kiss your wife."
"Yes sir," he said happily and did just that, drawing Mac into his arms, his lips seizing hers in a long lingering kiss.
Tom, as the best man, turned and singled the guard of honor to form up, which they did quickly and quietly as the guests and the rest of the wedding party left the marquee. He and the Gunny stood at the front; swords were drawn to form and arch. It was then he announced: "Ladies and Gentlemen, I present for the first time. Lieutenant Colonel and Mrs. Matthew Mitchell."
Everyone clapped as Matt holding tight to Mac's hand, led her under the arch, as they passed Tom and Victor, the two Marines swatted the two of them on their six's and said: "Go Marines."
Matt and Mac laughed continuing. Tom dismissed the honor guard, and they joined the guests.
Harm gave Mac a hug. "Congratulations,"
"Thanks Harm."
Sera hugged her brother. "Be happy Mattie."
"I will," he assured her.
Sergei stepped forward and gave Mac a hug. "You look beautiful."
"Thank you, Sergei," she said with a smile.
He shook Matt's hand. "You are a lucky man."
"Thanks Sergei."
Matthew O'Hara joined them; he gave his niece a kiss on the cheek. "Congratulations honey."
"Thanks Uncle Matt," she hugged him. Then looked to Harm and Sera. "Thank you both for bringing Uncle Matt here today."
Harm held tight to his wife's hand, as tired as Sera was she was also happy. "You're family Mac, we look after our own."
"Thank you anyway."
The photographer got the wedding party and family together and photos were taken, before everyone headed inside the second marquee for the reception.
During the night, Sera slipped away from the reception and returned having changed out of her Dress Whites into a beautiful dark blue dress and dark blue matching heals. She joined her husband on the dance floor, fitting snuggly in his arms.
Mac and Matt moved closer to them. "Nice dress, Sera," he smirked.
"Thank you," she said with a grin. "I bought it specially."
Mac laughed. "You should have seen the one she didn't buy,"
"Oh she did, it's at home for another occasion," Harm informed, grinning his sexy flyboy smile.
"Typical," Matt mussed and guided his wife away.
The Admiral tapped Harm on the shoulder. "Can I cut in Commander?"
"Yes sir," he reluctantly released Sera. Letting the Admiral draw her into his arms. Finding Sydney waiting for him.
"Don't worry Harm, AJ's a pussy cat," she mussed, dancing with him.
"I wouldn't say that too loud, Sydney," he said finding it funny.
"I won't."
Sera moved gracefully with the Admiral, they'd danced together at her wedding, so she knew he was skillful on the dance floor.
"Sera, your not suppose to out shine the bride," AJ teased her quietly.
"The bride picked out this dress," she revealed with a sexy grin. "It's for Harm's benefit."
"I got that impression, he's frowning at me."
She chuckled to herself. "He's a big boy Admiral, he'll get over it."
The dance finished, but before Harm could make it back to his wife, Victor Galendez asked her to dance. So he went and asked the bride.
Mac willingly danced with him. "Your wife is getting a lot of attention, Harm."
"Wipe that smirk off your face Marine, it's your fault my wife is getting all this attention," he said with mock annoyance.
"I know," she said, and then giggled.
"You realize every man here is just dying to ask you to dance, Mac," he teased lightly. "Hearts are breaking tonight."
"Oh very funny," she playfully swatted his arm. "They were breaking the day you got married."
"True," he smirked and they laughed together. Drawing her closer though he became serious. "Be happy Sarah, as happy as I am."
"I am, Harm, I promise you," she assured. "Now go rescue your wife,"
"Yes Ma'am." He said, kissing her cheek, he released her and hurried over to intercept Sera before anyone else asked her to dance.
Matt embraced his wife from behind. "He's a happy man."
"I know, and so are you," she agreed.
"I'll be happier if we could get out of here and I could get you out of that dress," he whispered, nibbling at her neck. "It's driving me crazy."
"I know it is, and," she turned in his arms; pushing herself as close as she could against him she whispered what she was going to say in his ear.
Matt groaned. "That's it," he stealth fully guided her towards the entrance, the two of them slipping out.
"Where are we going?" Mac asked him, giggling.
"Somewhere, where I can get you out of that dress. We'll go back to the party latter," he informed as he led her towards the house.
"Matt we can't," she told him playfully.
"To hell we can't, not after what you just told me," he said huskily. Inside he guided her up to the guest room she'd been using, locking the door once they were inside. "Now lets see just how fast this dress does come off."
Stepping back, Mac reached behind her back and unzipped the gown, pushing the spaghetti straps off her shoulders; she let it fall to the floor. Before her new husband trampled on it she picked it up and laid it over a chair. "See just as I promised."
Matt draw her back into his arms and kissed her long and hard, feeling her pulling at his uniform jacket. Pretty soon it was thrown on top of the gown, as was his trousers, everything else went onto the floor as they found the bed. Making love with passion and vigor, not holding back, they were alone in the house, they could be as loud as they liked.
At the reception, despite the absent of the bride and groom, the celebrating went on.
Sera's older sister tapped her on the shoulder as she and Harm were back on the dance floor. "You might want to go and throw a bucket of cold water over your son and Chloe."
"Why?"
"Well they're in a full lip lock outside." Shawn smirked.
Both Harm and Sera went to have a look, seeing the two in question, doing what Shawn said they were.
"Corey Rabb release that young woman now!" his father barked in a strong command voice.
They parted in a hurry, both looking very guilty and sheepish.
"You're lucky Chloe, Mac and Matt are occupied at the moment." Sera announced.
"Sorry Ma'am."
"Sucking up will not get you both out of trouble, young lady."
"No Ma'am."
"Inside, both of you and keep your hands to yourselves." Harm ordered.
"Yes sir," both responded and went back inside.
Sera waited until they were gone before chuckling.
Harm drew her into his arms. "He's a chip off the old block, isn't he?"
"Definitely his father's son," she smirked. "Come on Commander, let's go back to the party."
"Good idea Mrs. Rabb," he stated and guided her back inside.
Mac and Matt returned to the reception, a little rumpled but none the wiser of what had occurred.
"Nice of you to rejoin us, son," his father teased.
"Sorry Dad got distracted."
"I can understand that, son," he remarked and hurried away.
Mac laughed and went into her husband's arms. "I love you Mr. Mitchell."
"I love you too Mrs. Mitchell," he said before kissing her.
To be continued…
(I wasn't sure how old Chloe was, which is why I made her Corey's age. So don't flame me over it.)