T for cursing, alcohol use and slight suggestive mentions.
P.S. Expect a ton of songfics in the near future.
Paige flopped the veil open, watching it roll out of the room only to hear a thump and screech of distress. She smiled as she turned and gently placed it upon her head, the branches brushing against her rarely neat hair. Although it was a formal event, she still wanted to have her hair in a tangled jungle, not in order...
But she made the mistake of letting Tony plan everything. The least she could get him to let her do was have veil that was longer than the hall she was to walk to to get to the altar... And let her decide on a dress that they both agreed on, which proved to be a challenge but in the end they settled on a Victorian-like ballgown with a rather long train that trailed to the edge of the room.
She heard a sudden knock on the door. The doorknob twisted and in came the man of the hour, grumbling, "Come on Paige, hurry up! We're going to be late!"
She laughed, "Tony, calm down. We've got a good half hour, why are you so up in arms about this?"
"Because everything must be perfect, my dear."
"Not everything."
"Yes everything!"
They stared at each other, losing patience with every drop of a second. They unanimously folded their arms, furrowing their brow. Paige commented, "Don't you have somewhere to be?"
"I already did everything I needed to. Just waiting on you."
"Shouldn't you be waiting in the altar like all the other grooms do?"
"Then it would be a waste of time. Something could go wrong in a half hour that could spell disaster."
"You and your time, y'know, I wonder why you didn't marry your pocket-watch instead of me!"
He covered his face, stepping back. Paige crinkled her nose, continuing, "You never do anything fun! Your never creative with date plans it's always a classic with you! Why can't you try anything new for once instead of a museum or a stale movie?! Honestly, sometimes I wonder why I stuck with my polar opposite!"
He stepped towards her, hissing, "Well at least I don't have a god damn collection of stuffed animals!"
"How did you find that?!"
"You were running late as usual and I looked around-"
"Wait, as usual?! I'm not late that often!"
"Psh, your not fooling me with that. Your five minutes late to every date-"
"Five minutes isn't late! A half hour is late!"
The bickering went on for 25 minutes, resulting in the room being torn apart from Paige tossing glass and missing, to Tony throwing makeup and chairs. Paige chuckled, "Your gonna be late, the wedding is in five minutes!"
She remembered what she said was of importance. Her mischievous smile turned into an open jaw hiding behind her palm. Tony froze, having shoved her against the wall, ready to deliver the final blow. He had only been late on three occasions in his life and he wished to keep it that way. He let her loose of his tight grip, murmuring to himself as he rushed down the hall and to the two enormous white doors.
Before he went in, he had a mini-overlook to ensure perfection. His usual cut was slicked back to his neck, he double lint-rolled his suit before he even put the thing on -with no wrinkles, but that was a given for him-, his shoes were as shiny as when he bought them...Everything seemed fine as far as hygiene goes.
Taking a breath, he flung the doors open and steadily made his way to the front, turning to his left like a toy clockwork solider. He raised a brow at the organist, who immediately began to play as soon as she met his glance. He smiled as he adjusted his bow-tie, imagining Paige standing before him.
Without moving his head, he turned his gaze towards the crowd. He was surprised how much of both families came. He could see his braggart cousin Benny, his overly obsessive aunt Drizzle, and his adoptive parents watching... He knew there was some of Paige's family there, but he didn't know much of any of them really.
As if it were, Tony turned his body towards the crowd as the door creaked open. Paige cautiously made her way to the front as the music changed to the classic "Here comes the bride", masking her face. They agreed to surprise his family as she also hadn't met them yet...Except his parents a long time ago. Ink dribbled down her dress and shoes, leaving a trail. All the guests stood, watching. She reminded herself in her head not to mess up or make a scene... That was her specialty.
She walked up the stairs and turned towards him, smiling. He grinned at her and took her hands. As the priest begun the long introduction, Paige murmured, "Tony, don't muck up."
He replied, "Relax, I won't."
"Promise?"
"Anthony, do you accept this woman as your lawfully wedded wife?"
He bit his lip. He almost got caught. He coughed, "I do sir."
"Paige, do you take this man as your lawfully wedded husband?"
"Yea- I mean, I do." She corrected herself. If she burst out like that, she'd be bound to regret it later.
Tuning out of his nonsense, Tony whispered, "Promise. Now shut up and we'll talk later."
"Then I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride."
Paige giggled as she saw more of her soon-to-be husband. He checked his clock.
1 minute and 5 seconds early.
He glanced back at her, then the clock.
1 minute and 2 seconds.
He murmured something, grabbed her by the back and pulled her in. She gripped his jacket as though she was going to drop, but soon began to relax and reached for his neck. He noticed the soft touch and pulled away, telling her to wait. She hesitantly agreed.
The sound of clinking glass vibrated through the hall, gathering attention towards the end of the table. Tony pressed the ball of his wrist against his forehead, groaning. Paige grabbed his arm, inquiring what was wrong. He pointed in the direction of the sound. His younger brother, Dimon, was about to say something. He murmured in her ear, "He can be incredibly embarrassing and a nuisance at times."
She asked, "How old is he?"
"He's 13, aka at the most obnoxious point in a young man's life."
The teenager croaked, "Ladies...Gents."
Tony rolled his eyes and watched his day begin to unravel. Dimon continued, "I know we've gathered for my older brother's hopefully happy marriage with- What's her face, um."
Tony mumbled, "Paige."
"Paige! Yes! Anyhow, I would like to make a toast," He picked up the glass, "To my older brother and sister-in-law!"
The couple groaned as they and the crowd unanimously stood and clattered their glasses together. As soon as the noise was off, guests seated themselves once again as the couple reclined in their seats. She huffed in his ear, "Tony, this is boring."
"Yes, well, you agreed to it and we'll be back home soon enough."
Dimon bounced between them, "Speaking of homes! Mum and dad got you a new one just for you two!"
Tony groaned, "Lovely, but Dimon we wish to be undisturbed when we're talking."
"Oh? Talking about doing the thing?"
Paige nearly spat her drink, some drops escaping her mouth. She stood up and excused herself, taking off the veil and setting it in her seat. She grabbed Tony's wrist and pulled him out of the dining hall.
Paige latched herself on the highest point of the room, attempting to avoid Tony. It had been an hour since they left the room and talked about how to handle his sibling's behavior, but it didn't go as planned and wound up in a family war that was bound the be costly in damages...But at this point, nobody really cared.
Tony latched on her shoulder, laughing as she let out a squeak. He pulled himself up to her cheek, but that was too much force for her. Her inky fingers slid from the oak, the couple now falling to a painful landing. He embraced her, squeezing his eyes shut.
After seconds, nothing. He felt the light, airy fabric tapping his back, but no crash, bang or even the pain of landing on his side... The bride was also laughing? He opened an eye and nearly had a heart attack when he saw they were nose-to-nose. He stammered, "Paige! W-What the hell happened?! And why are we this close?"
She giggled, "My veil got caught on a loose nail and somehow we ended up wrapped together because you were clinging on me and I was clinging on a piece of it. Honestly I thought you'd be bolder than that."
"We were close to the ceiling and you expected me to be bolder than clinging onto you?!"
"Well you've certainly done worse."
"Excuse me?! I've done worse?! Your not one to-"
He was interrupted by her head tilting and her charcoal lips pressing against his. A shot of Adrenaline caused him to jump, but he didn't see anyway of getting out anytime soon. He sighed and returned the kiss, before hearing the fabric rip and the large thud he was waiting for as he let go of her mouth. He squeaked. The fall still hurt despite the large wad of fabric on his side.
He felt her inky index finger poke his nose as she giggled, "Boop!"
He scoffed, "Hmp. You got lucky with that one... But don't expect me to let you pull a stunt like that again!"
"Oh come now Tony, you know how I get around your over the top rulebook~."
"One, it's not over the top. Two, That's on special occasions or I just don't have the time or energy to care about it."
He picked her up, barely avoiding a flying silver platter and lugged her out of the room. She nuzzled up against his chest with her arms tangled around his neck. She slid her eyelids shut and watched the spots fade into a subconscious thought.
Paige woke up on an unfamiliar bed, with Tony looking more lazy than usual...For a moment, she wondered if she was in the right house because he had his feet up on the coffee table! He'd usually scold her for doing that, yet there he was, doing the opposite. She muttered, "Darling, how long have I been out?"
He snapped back into his signature pose, glancing back at her. He blinked, "About 6 hours."
"6 ho- How?!"
"No clue...Guess it all tuckered you out. Did you sleep well?"
She nodded, repositioning herself so she was leaning on his arm. She was still a bit droopy, but that was bound to wear off at any moment. She muttered, "I had a dream about you."
He clicked to another channel, "Really?"
She made a small noise and started explaining. They were at a ball, except they had the wrong theme and scared everyone off somehow. They spent most of the time dancing, but there was a moment that stood out to her. They were taking a break and Tony said something, but she couldn't recall what. He was gesturing like it was something vital and was speaking at an unusually fast pace, but when she said she couldn't understand it he got frustrated and shook it off.
He focused on her body language throughout the story, nodding and making noises every once in a while. When she finished, he commented, "Well that was rather bizarre."
She burst, "I know right? I mean, I think you were saying something about kids but if you were then I'd say woaahhhh friend slow down! We just got married for goodness sake! Not only do you not like kids last I checked, my mother could barely handle that, let alone us-"
"Paige, your rambling again."
She covered her mouth and apologized. Rambling was a nasty habit she had. Although she didn't do it as much as a few years before, she still occasionally did it and wouldn't even realize it. When he realized that wasn't something that could permanently be done away with, he just decided to tell her of when she did it and she'd usually quit for a bit.
He nodded and asked if she wanted to eat something. She pondered on it for a moment before accepting the offer and suggesting Chinese food from Lo Kat. Normally he'd argue that it stains his clothes (which most take dry cleaning) but decided against it and picked up the phone on the nightstand and take-out menu the welcoming committee left earlier.
As soon as the order was placed with a proper thank you, he hit "end call" and was about to return to the guest bedroom until there was a rapping at the door. He rolled his eyes and got up from the sofa he sat on.
Meanwhile, Paige heard him cheerfully greet someone and invite them in. Fabulous. She hoped she'd get him alone for a bit...But no, she had to sleep through the possible time they had together without any damn distractions. She heard the door shut and shoes hit the floor, indicating they meant to spend a while there. She glanced at the digital alarm clock next to her.
It was just about the time he said they'd eat. Were they staying for dinner? She thought he ordered just enough for the two of them as per request, but she didn't hear his order because he was in the kitchen. Speaking of the male, he chimed as he stepped through the door, "Paige~! I got dinner~!"
She grumbled, "Who was that?"
"That was the delivery guy."
"What was the thump for from the doorway?"
"Oh, those were my shoes."
He was lying. He paused between 'oh' and 'those' and he didn't sound irritated. Usually if she asked, he'd tell her it was none of her business and it was nothing. She repeated her first question, only to get the same response. She raised her voice the third time only to be told she was being ridiculous and the food was getting cold. She informed him she heard him invite someone in, only to get the same response once more.
She eyed him and asked as she slowly arose, "Then you wouldn't mind if I grabbed you by the shoulders and wrapped myself around you, pecking every inch of your body now, would you?"
He froze and watched her walk towards him. He shakily replied, "No- Yes- I mean- I-I don't know!"
She stopped in the middle. She firmly commented, "Tony, you're a horrible liar. Just spit it out."
He rolled his eyes, huffing, "Oh alright. I invited my parents over so they could get to know you better-"
The second sentence was a hurricane of words. He was hoping she wouldn't catch a word he said... But she caught every syllable perfectly. She folded her arms and smiled satisfactorily and mouthed 'I knew it'. She remained silent for a moment before she giggled, "Now that you've finally told the truth, I'll go change out of this, alrighty~?"
He nodded and watched her trot out, kiss his cheek and skip down the hall to the master bedroom as he walked towards the dining area. He grabbed a kleenex and tried to rub off the black spot on his face, but it left smear marks all over. Cursed lipstick.
His father laughed, "Eyy, there's the new man of the house! Where's your lady?"
Tony took a seat, still trying to rub it off, "She's changing out of her dress. She had issues with her corset."
"Oh, did we interrupt something?" His mother leaned over.
"Nono, she just blacked out on the way back and just woke up, nothing like that yet."
She nodded, "Well, weddings do tend to be tiring."
The men nodded in agreement. His father recalled, "You know, I remember the first night I was alone with your ma, your grandparents came over and nearly made her jump because I forgot to tell her it's tradition for the groom's parents to visit the same night...Hence why we have it in the day normally. The look on her face was priceless, lemme tell you that!"
He chuckled as he turned his head. Paige adjusted herself, greeted the guests and sat in the seat next to Tony, across from them. His mother asked, "So miss Paige, how do you like the married life so far?"
She rubbed her eye, "Eh, I don't know, I just got up when you got here so I haven't experienced it yet..."
"Oh, Tony just said you just woke up, we didn't know we interrupted ya."
"Oh nonono you didn't interrupt me, I was just getting hungry... Speaking of which, where's the food?"
Tony looked away, whistling. She started tapping her fingers, another pet peeve of his. He stopped and shrugged, "I called, so it should be here soon."
"How far was it again?"
"Down the street."
The phone started buzzing against the table. Immediately he answered. He nodded and said "OK" then dropped the call. The 3 unanimously asked, "Who was that?"
Tony commented as he stood from his seat and left the room, "The restaurant. I forgot I ordered to pick-up, so I guess I'll be right back... Meanwhile, feel free to ask Paige questions!"
The door clicked shut moments later. Paige turned back around, seeing the curiosity in her now in-laws eyes.
15 minutes later, Tony came back in the house to hear laughing. He slid off his loafers and carried the paper bag towards the table, seeing the three enjoying themselves. He was cheerfully greeted and returned it in the same tone. He entered the kitchen and flicked on the light.
He pulled out the plates and cutlery and returned to set them on the table. When he set them down, Paige grabbed him by the collar and yanked him close. She made him turn his ear as she murmured something that unsettled him. He returned to the kitchen for glasses, to notice one thing out of the blue.
The bottle of wine was propped open with the bottle opener right next to it.
He sighed. Paige was ditzier than ditzy when she had too much to drink, and he didn't warn his parents to not open the bottle if she wanted a drink of something because he thought he wouldn't be out that long... But the lines were longer than he thought and he didn't have his phone with him at the time.
He pondered on a solution. Kick them out? That would be too rude. Ride through it? That was a potential for disaster. His fingers tapped against the counter, until his mom announced, "Shoot! We're gonna be late for the movie! Tony!"
He poked his head out, "Yes?"
"We gotta go. It was nice meeting your new wife, we'll come back later."
"Alright, go see a movie."
"Bye!"
He bade them farewell and heard the door shut before he drew a breath of relief. Now all he had to do was solve his new problem. He picked up Paige, who protested, "Eyyy, who the fu- Do ya think yer doin'? Imma hit ya like a panda with a bamboo poleee-"
"Sure Paige. Right after you sleep again."
"Sleep? I doon't need no sleep, I'm wondergurrlll!"
He rolled his eyes, snickering before they reached the master bedroom. He set her down on the sheet, ready for her to start beating on him. Instead, she rose up, said, "Immmmmmmm gonna git youu...An' haaaarddd..."
She soon fell asleep, giving the male some quiet once more. He took the opportunity and flicked on the TV in the living room. A few documentaries later, he put on pajamas and went to bed.