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And So It Is
Chapter 19
I stared at the full wine glass in front of me with contempt. My mother knows I'm not drinking because I'm breastfeeding Tristan, but here she is waving it in front of me like some sort of flag. I'm not really a wine person, but at the moment I needed a drink desperately. It was the wedding rehearsal dinner and tomorrow I was getting married to the one and only Richard Grayson. I could hear my mother and the planner going on and on over the right shade of silver and I could feel myself starting to sweat. I was already nervous about tomorrow and their incessant talking was driving me insane.
I blinked my eyes a few times and glanced at Richard, who was sitting next to me. He was laughing and joking with Victor, who is his best man, and I couldn't help, but smile. Richard's laugh lit up my world, his smile, his eyes, everything about him being happy made me happy. I placed my hand on his knee, and he turned to look at me with questions in his eyes. I just smiled and squeezed his knee, telling him to finish his conversation with Victor.
"Hey, what's going on with your sister?"
I snapped my attention to Rachel who was at my other side, sipping her wine. I followed her gaze and noticed that Mandy was acting kind of weird. She looked almost depressed or something. Next to her was Xavier, staring at me out of the corner of his eyes. I rolled my eyes at him, making sure he saw it, and looked over at my father and Bruce, who were talking, with Tristan on Bruce's lap.
It's rather funny how much of a grandpa Bruce has become since Tristan was born. Yes, Bruce is only in his forties, but he wants Tristan to call him 'grandpa' or 'grampy' or something like that. I almost laughed at the thought of Tristan calling Bruce "grampy" it sounded way too old and funky for the rich, handsome billionaire.
I glanced at Richard's Rolex. It was already very late in the evening. I just wanted this night to be over. All the fussing over this wedding was literally making me sick to my stomach. Is it natural for a bride to be sick like this? I looked at Rachel, who still seemed to be intrigued over Mandy's obvious distress. I nudged her and her eyes snapped to mine.
"Am I supposed to be this sick?" I whispered.
Rachel stared at me blankly for a few moments before she shook her head slowly. "I don't think so. Maybe you are coming down with the flu? I mean you love him so you shouldn't be sick, you should be happy and cheerful and way too excited."
I nodded my head thoughtfully and almost sighed with relief when my mother finally announced the damn rehearsal dinner was over. I was glad it was over, but also a little depressed about it. My mother had the bright idea to keep Richard and I separated until we were officially husband and wife. Therefore, he slept at his penthouse and I slept at my parents mansion, while my mother, as part of our wedding gift, is having our house completely redecorated.
One of my aunts took Tristan from Bruce and decided she was going to keep him for the night. I didn't mind at all, considering the fact that I felt like I was about to vomit up a lung. I pressed my hand to my forehead and closed my eyes for a moment.
"Are you alright? You look kind of pale.." Richard's concerned voice trailed off as I grabbed his arm to steady myself. I was so damn dizzy all of a sudden. I just nodded my head and swallowed the bile that rose in my throat, hoping he wouldn't ask anymore questions and just take me home.
"Are you feeling better?" Rachel asked as she fixed her bright green colored bridesmaid gown. I thought we picked out the emerald green ones.. oh well.
I smiled and nodded my head enthusiastically, "I've never been better." She gave me a skeptical look, but didn't question any further.
"My god, you look gorgeous!" My mother gushed. I looked myself over in the mirror. This dress was different than the one I remember buying. I didn't really care for it, it was rather plain, but nothing could get me down today. I was marrying Richard Grayson! I just nodded my head and grinned. I didn't even really mind when my make up artist put bright pink lipstick on me. Rachel made a face, but didn't comment.
"You ready?" Came my father's voice from the otherside of the door. My mother answered for me and rushed herself and Rachel out of the room. I followed slowly behind them to the main hall of the cathedral. Cathedral? Was I seriously that delusional? I could have swore we were getting married at Gotham's Botanical Gardens. Well, it didn't matter anyways.. I was marrying the love of my life and all was right with the world.
I plastered a bright smile on my face as the chapel doors opened and the bridal march began playing. Everyone was standing and the cathedral looked absolutely beautiful. There were lavender roses everywhere and silver ribbons were adorning the walls. I looked at the trail of calla lilies that were leading up to my husband to be. Richard looked so handsome in his navy blue pinstriped suit. What the hell was going on! Pinstriped suit! He was supposed to be wearing a tux. My fucking mother must have switched everything around. She's so damn weird!
I kept the smile on my face and made my way slowly down the aisle, my arm wrapped around my fathers. Wow, what a dream come true. Richard smiled at me and it was beautiful. His delicious dimples. Ahh, God I'm so in love!
As I reached Richard and we turned to face the minister, minutes passed in a haze. I could barely hear the minister's voice as I stared at Richard's gorgeous face. I was so lost in every smooth line on his face I didn't even realized I was asked a question until Rachel nudged me.
I smiled apologetically, "I do."
I heard Richard's deep baritone voice repeat my own statement and then we exchanged rings. My god it was a glorious feeling. We were almost officially married, all that needed to be said was 'you may kiss the bride.' I waited and then the minister mentioned something about objecting. It clicked and I opened my eyes wide... expecting to hear the whiny, bitchy objection of Babs.
"I OBJECT!"
Instead, two voices were heard. Richard and I both whipped around and stared into the packed cathedral. Xavier was standing and waving his hands frantically. I rolled my eyes, "Sit your ass down Xavier. I don't love you. I'm not marrying you." I turned to look at the other person and was shocked.
"Mandy?" I asked uncertainly. But she didn't even look at me. She was staring at Richard with something so deep and passionate in her eyes, that it was like she could see no other, but him. I knew that look. I've looked at Richard like that millions of times.
She was in love with him.
Mandy slowly started walking down the aisle towards Richard, who was giving me a pleading look. She stopped about five feet away from us
and finally looked at me. Her eyes were glistening with tears and her bottom lip was quivering.
"Kori, I love him. You can't... you can't marry him.."
There was an audible gasp from the guests and I wanted to roll my eyes, but refrained. I studied Mandy for a few minutes, while she stared lovingly at Richard.. who in turn was looking anywhere, but her. I tried to think of all their past interactions. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. She always seemed indifferent to him. Why was he avoiding her stare? What was going on? And then, it clicked...
"YOU BITCH!" I screamed and lunged at Mandy. Richard barely caught me in time and held me by the waist as Mandy back up fearfully. "HOW COULD YOU? HOW COULD YOU SLEEP WITH HIM?"
I barely registered another gasp from the guests and continued trying to grab Mandy. "I'm sorry.." She whispered and I screamed again.
"You're sorry! I asked incredulously, "You fucked my fiancé and now you don't want me to marry him? You want him for yourself!" I pulled off my tiara and threw it at her, successfully hitting her in the stomach.
"Calm down." I heard Richard's smooth voice try to sooth me. I elbowed him in the stomach with all my strength. I backed away from him and pointed my finger. "You! YOU FUCKING PRICK! You can never keep it in your pants!" I pulled my rings off and threw them at him. "GO TO HELL RICHARD GRAYSON. THE CLOSEST YOU WILL EVER GET TO ME IS MARRYING HER!" I pointed towards Mandy.
"I never want to see either of you again." I whispered and then quickly dashed out of the cathedral.
I shot up in my bed and stared at the clock. 2:15 a.m. It was a dream.
"Thank god." I heard myself whisper and wiped the cold sweat from my forehead. I took a few deep breaths and waited for my heart to stop pounding. I looked down at my hands, which were twisted in the sheets. They were shaking. I was shaking. I took another deep breath and got out of bed. I need to see Richard. Now.
I banged on the door as hard as I could. Nothing. It was times like these that I was glad Richard had the entire floor to himself. I banged again, yelling for him to open up. A few minutes passed, and then I heard footsteps and the locks being undone on the door. He opened it, looking about ready to kill whoever woke him up until he saw me. I saw his eyes soften and he almost smiled, until he realized the state I was in.
My hair was a mess, my nightgown was disheveled, my robe was open, and I only had on one slipper. I'm sure I was the most unclassy thing he had ever seen, but I didn't care.
"Kori.. What's.." I didn't let him finish before I launched myself into his arms. I needed him more than anything. He held me to him, stroking my hair.
"Are you okay?"
Was I okay? How do you define 'okay'? I'm not sure if I even knew what 'okay' meant anymore. In a few hours, we would be married and I was scared. What if he never could stay faithful? What if he would always be having affairs and everything? It's not uncommon in Gotham's high society. Infact, it was almost expected, but I didn't want that. I didn't want him coming home smelling like another woman's perfume. I didn't want to know that he was in another woman's bed. I didn't want that at all.
I left soft kisses on his bare chest, "Tell me I'm the only one."
He seemed puzzled, "What are you.."
"Please Richard," I begged, my voice coming out higher than I wanted it to. I could already feel the tears in my eyes, "Please tell me I'm the only one. Tell me there will never be another."
"Baby," He placed his hands on my shoulders and leaned down so we were eye level, "Of course you are the only one. You will always be the only one. I love you. I worship you."
His eyes were so sincere and I could feel the love radiating from him. I felt a few tears slip from my eyes and I tried to blink the rest away. I felt his thumb graze over my cheek and he smiled at me. I glanced down and then back to his eyes and my breath caught in my throat as his eyes darkened. His eyes were always so gorgeous and now with their midnight hue, the passion and desire burning bright in his eyes, I couldn't help myself.
I kissed him.
It was a soft, exploring kiss at first. Our tongues barely brushing each other. His hands staying on my shoulders in a comforting manner. I could feel his control was slipping and I wanted it to. I needed his touch. I needed him all over me, inside me. I needed him to love me.
I let my shaking fingers slip down his chest to the rim of his silk pajama pants. That was all it took. Our kisses turned fiery and much more demanding. Before long, my robe was discarded and the straps of my flimsy camisole were pulled down. I felt his hand snake up my back and wrap itself into my hair. He yanked my hair back, exposing my neck to him and left hot open-mouthed kisses along it. I couldn't help the throaty moan that escaped me.
I pulled at his pants and they slipped down easily enough, boxers included. His mouth was on mine in an instant, our tongues in a raging battle, our lips soft and wet with our passion. He broke the kiss to slip off the rest of my camisole and then we were both naked. His hands were roaming all over my body. His touch was hot and his hands were rough. I could feel my wetness trickle down my thighs in anticipation of him having his way with me.
Without warning I was on my back, my legs spread, exposed to his view. He was kissing along my inner thighs, whispering words of love. My mind was in a haze. I loved the way he teased me. Coming so close to making love to me with his mouth, but never quite touching me. It was exquisite torture. I let my hands trail over my breasts and soon I was tweaking and pinching my own nipples. I felt his hot breath on my pussy and I couldn't help but tremble when he gave me my first slow lick.
"Moan for me baby." His whispered words were hot breaths over me, causing me to shudder uncontrollably. I moaned and thrusted up against his mouth, but he pulled away. Teasing me. I hated when he did that, but I knew the end result would be most pleasurable. I bit my lip hard, trying not to beg for completion, but when he inserted his finger into me I couldn't handle any more.
"Fuck me Richard, Please!" My voice was hoarse from moaning and I had tears of frustration in my eyes. He kissed my stomach and then settled himself between my legs, softly rubbing his cock along my wet slit. I arched up against him, hoping he would slip inside me, but he refrained. I slid my hands up his arms and held onto his biceps, pulling him down as I arched up. He successfully slipped inside me and we both moaned at the contact.
"By God, you feel fucking amazing."
I was too lost in the pleasure to respond with words. Our thrusting and moaning, was becoming frenzied and I had the faint feeling I was going to have a rug burn on my back in the morning. I was so close that I was shaking uncontrollably. Richard noticed because he thrust into me with such force that I knew I would bruise, but it was exactly what I needed. I exploded with such dizzying intensity that I thought I would pass out. I bit him hard on his shoulder and I felt him tense, before releasing himself inside of me.
He collapsed on top of me and laid there for awhile. I was trying to catch my breath and soon I felt him fall asleep on me. I sighed and ran my fingers through his hair. I loved the bastard more than I should. I was going to marry him in a few hours. I was worried and scared that he would betray me, throw me aside as soon as the next pretty thing came along. He said he worships me. He said he loves me.
I was marrying Richard Grayson and that thought alone scared me more than anything else imaginable.
