A/N: I never wanted to write a wedding but this started running through my mind and I couldn't make myself sleep last night until I had it all down. It's on the long side and there's a lot more dialogue than I ever write, but it's a wedding so that was bound to happen. The ceremony is some random mix of the 'Rite of Christian Marriage' found in The Faith We Sing the hymnal of the United Methodist Church, and stuff I got off various websites. I did my best to make it as non-denominational as possible because I really didn't have a clue what a non-religious wedding would be like, so I just toned it down a little.

Okay, so I'm re-editing. I found a whole bunch of mistakes. So to anyone who had to read this before I changed stuff I'm sorry, I promise I'm capable of speaking the English language.

"Ready?"

I blink at Jonathan multiple times before I figure out what he means.

"Yeah," I let my hand rest in the crook of his arm. I grip the lace edged handkerchief Martha gave me just a few minutes ago even tighter in the hand that holds my bouquet. Red roses. They create a stark contrast against my white dress.

Clark teased me last night about wearing white. Maybe I shouldn't. But if Clark's reaction when he saw me this afternoon is anything like what Lex's will be, it's worth it.

Lois is making her way down the aisle now and I peek around a pillar to see Lex.

He's kinda rocking on his heels, like he's nervous. Otherwise his face is a mask. If I were closer I might be able to tell what's going on in his mind, but from here I can't tell a thing.

There's music playing that I can't even come close to identifying because I've got such a ringing in my ears.

Jonathan smiles at me and we start down the aisle.

Everyone is standing and smiling and it honestly takes a second before I realize why. I'm getting married. I'm finally going to marry Lex. After all these years.

He's standing at the end of the aisle and I decide that the white dress was worth it, because he's staring at me-just absolutely staring.

Jonathan hands me off and the minister starts talking.

For a minute I don't think that I know him, but I finally decide that he is the same person we did premarital counseling with.

Lex kind of nods over my shoulder and I remember that I'm supposed to hand my bouquet to Lois, which I do and she swaps me for Lex's ring, which she's been keeping on her thumb.

I place it on the bible in front of me and Lex does the same after a few frightening seconds of Clark digging through the wrong pocket.

I roll my eyes at my best friend and he grins in response. Knowing him he did it on purpose to get me to relax. Which probably isn't a bad idea.

"Alexander, take Chloe's hand and repeat after me. I Alexander-"

"I Alexander-"

"-take you, Chloe-"

"-take you, Chloe-"

"-to be my wife."

"-to be my wife," Lex's eyes are covered with a sheen of tears. I never would have dreamed that he might become so emotional over this.
"To be none other than yourself."
"To be none other than yourself."

"I promise to stand by your side;"
"I promise to stand by your side;"

"To encourage you, and be open and honest with you;"

"To encourage you, and be open and honest with you;" he says it so seriously, and I know that he means it.
"To laugh with you, and cry with you;"

"To laugh with you, and cry with you;"
"To always love and honor you;"

"To always love and honor you;" a tear breaks free and rolls down his cheek, but he's not deterred at all.
"Both freed and bound by our love,"
"Both freed and bound by our love,"

"For as long as we both shall live."

"For as long as we both shall live." he squeezes my hand a little.

I know I say the same thing to him, but I really can't hear myself. I know that I dab at my eyes about a hundred times with that frilly handkerchief from Martha. Lex wipes away a few of the tears himself.

"Alexander, take the ring and place it on Chloe's finger and repeat after me. 'Chloe, I give you this ring as a symbol of my solemn vow and with all that I am, and all that I have, I honor you."

The ring is cold sliding over my finger, but Lex's warm hand closes over it, "Chloe, I give you this ring as a symbol of my solemn vow and with all that I am and all that I have, I honor you."

It takes me second to get my bearings and do the same, but I manage, and I have some trouble getting the ring past his knuckle, but it takes my mind away for a split second so I hold myself together long enough.

"Alexander and Chloe, in so much as the two of you have agreed to live together in Holy Matrimony, have promised your love for each other by these vows, the joining of your hands and the giving of these rings, I now declare you to be Husband and Wife. Those whom God hath joined together, let no one put asunder."

I swallow hard, fighting back new tears because my God, I can't cry the whole time.

When the minister speaks again, it's more to us, quieter than the rest of the ceremony, "Lex, you may kiss your bride."

Lex and I joked around about the 'church kiss' in the Wedding Singer for the last few weeks. But we pull it off well. Long enough that I know there will be pictures of it, but not long enough that any one -namely Clark- felt moved to whistle or do anything else that might cause permanent embarrassment for me.

"Honored Guests, I'm pleased to present to you: Mr. and Mrs. Alexander Luthor."

I almost laugh out loud when I realize that he means us.

Lex grabs my hand again and we all but race down the aisle, leaving behind the sound of Mendelssohn

Clark and Lois are the first to reach us, since they were directly behind us.

I'm kissed more times than I could ever count, most of them by Lex.

Once everyone is out of the church Lex and I make a run for the waiting car while rose petals rain down on us.

Safely inside Lex finally kisses me-really kisses me.

"God, I've wanted to do that for the last hour and a half," his voice rumbles against my ear.

"Lex," I whisper, "we're married."

He laughs out loud, "I know. I was there."

I stare at him, because he's my husband now and this really is forever.

"Lex," I place my hands on either side of his face and move so I'm kneeling beside him, "I love you."

"Chloe," his voice falters slightly and a tear escapes again, leaving a wet track on his cheek.

He wraps me into his arms, "I love you too baby. So much."

I'm content to spend the rest of our marriage like this, wrapped securely in his arms, feeling so utterly completed that I can't imagine wanting or needing one other thing. But too soon we're stopping and getting out of the car. There are guests to greet, toasts to be made, cakes to be cut and about a million songs to dance to. The party will last until the early morning I know, but I'm glad to have had those few minutes alone.