A/N: So, I've come to the end of this journey with this fic. I've loved writing it, I love this pairing. I'm debating a sequel, but for now, I'm bringing Impossible to a close. Thank you so much to everyone who took the time to read and review this. I've appreciated each and every review I've received, as it meant that someone was actually reading this, lol! I hate to say goodbye to this story, but I think I've wrapped it up in a good place. Again, thanks for reading, it is much appreciated!
Before arriving back at his new home, Andy had spent the morning pacing back and forth in Provenza's house. He was like a caged animal, ready to go and get this over and done. He wanted to be married to Brenda, badly. In all his life, he'd never felt like he'd done something so right as he had when he'd asked her to marry him. He felt like a big sap, that's what she'd done to him.
Provenz watched his friend, amused by the sight. Now that the shoe was on the other foot, he couldn't find it within himself to torment Flynn like Flynn had once tortured him. He hated to say it, but love was good for the younger man. It made him more bearable all around.
"Nobody put a gun to your head and said it had to be a big wedding, Flynn. You could have eloped to Vegas months ago." Provenza commented.
"I wanted to. It was too late. She'd told her mother and they'd started in on big plans. Said if this was the last time she was doing this, everyone she loved was going to be there this time. Even you, Provenza." Flynn smiled.
"I bet she didn't count on you wanting me to be your best man. All joking aside, Flynn, I'm honoured, I truly am." Provenza wasn't used to being overly sappy either.
"You'd have been a pain in my ass if I'd chosen anyone else." Andy laughed.
"You know it." Provenza snarked back.
"What can I say? After the hard time you gave me about my relationship with her, you were the first one who officially knew. And you kept our wishes on keeping it quiet. Besides, who else do I have? You are my best friend, Louis, whether you want to be or not." Flynn took the chance of using Provenza's first name. He figured he'd earned the right by now.
"Yeah, I know. You have the same honour. Now, shall we get you to the wedding, or are you going to stand here flapping your gums all day? I thought you actually wanted to get married. Or are you stalling? Still sure you want to do this one more time?" Provenza teased him.
"Never been more sure of anything in my life." Flynn answered honestly.
"Then you're a bigger idiot than I thought." Provenza muttered, dodging the slap to his arm that came his way.
"Remind me to torment you when you decide to walk down the aisle for the fifth time. Again." Flynn said, checking his appearance in a mirror before heading towards the front door.
"I'm not stupid, Flynn. I'm eloping to Vegas and not telling anyone." Provenza straightened his tie as he too got ready to leave.
"I expect round trip tickets and to be your best man. It's only fair." They continued the conversation as they went to the car that awaited them outside.
"Only fair for who? What am I getting out of this whole wedding deal? Nothing, I tell you, nothing!" Provenza said as he manoeuvred the car through traffic.
In no time they pulled up in front of the house that Brenda and Andy now called home. It wasn't a huge wedding, but there were a fair number of cars that lined the street. Andy looked with interest up at the windows, wondering if he'd catch a glimpse of Brenda looking out. Disappointed, he continued on the path to go around the house to the backyard, knowing the house was off-limits. His colleagues and friends saw him enter the backyard and he was surrounded by them, shaking hands and offering congratulations. There was also some teasing on a few of their parts, but even that he accepted with grace and humour. It wasn't like him at all.
Pretty soon, Brenda's mother appeared at the patio doors and signalled that Brenda was ready. Everyone took their seats and the music started up. Flynn and Provenza walked down the aisle, taking their place in front of a justice of the peace. Neither could agree on a particular religion to take their vows in front of, so settled for a civil ceremony. No matter, it was legal. That was what counted. Andy watched the doors, seeing her father come out first, followed by Brenda. She took Andy's breath away, she was beautiful. With her hair down and looking only at him, he couldn't wait for her to stand beside him.
Andy couldn't remember much of anything of the ceremony. He was too busy looking at Brenda, her smile that was only for him, how lovely she looked. He remembered almost choking up as he said his vows to her, meaning every word of them. He intended to make sure this was their last marriage. He never wanted anyone else. He did remember putting the ring on her finger, saying the words that made her a Flynn, no matter if she did keep her own name. And he did remember the kiss. It was sweet, it was wonderful and it was their first as a married couple. When the guests clapped, they turned to face them, surrounded by the ones they love. Even Will Pope seemed to smile on approvingly.
Their friends quickly cleared the chairs and helped set up tables after the ceremony. It was more like a huge family get together than a wedding, but that added to the specialness of their day. For two people who had felt like outsiders at one time, it was wonderful. Finally he had a chance to talk to his wife.
"So, do you regret any of this?" Andy asked her.
"No, no, I just wish we were on our honeymoon already. I missed you last night. Damn me, going with tradition this time around." Brenda said, swaying gently in his arms.
"We could have eloped. That was always an option." Andy said, delighted to hold her close to him.
"Yes, but Mama would have killed me. This was the first time she actually got to have a wedding for me with the bells and whistles. I eloped with the first idiot, I didn't have a real traditional wedding with Fritz. I just decided to let her have her way with this one. She did wonderfully, don't you think?" Brenda asked, snuggling closer to her husband.
"Yeah, she did great. You did great. I love you, Brenda Leigh. More than you'll ever know." Andy held her even closer.
They spent the rest of their time at their reception alternating between greeting people and dancing with them. As much as they'd doubted anyone would accept them together, people were genuinely happy for them. At the end of the evening, they made their escape, leaving the cleanup to her parents and their friends. They'd booked a suite at a hotel, their flight for Hawaii leaving early the next morning. Their luggage was already waiting for them there, another thing Flynn had done in preparation for the honeymoon. They were set to go.
Once they were alone, Brenda felt as nervous with him as she'd felt the first time, so long ago. She shivered in the coldness of the room, Andy noticing immediately. He came over, pulling her into his arms.
"What's wrong? Do you think this is a big mistake?" Andy was worried that she'd suddenly doubt doing this, rejecting him.
"No, this isn't a mistake. I love you, Andy. It just doesn't seem real. Like we're in this perfect little bubble and it's going to be broken so easily." Brenda voiced her fears, mostly because of the past letdowns in her life. He turned her to face him, kissing her gently on the lips.
They stayed that way for a moment, entwined like a classical Greek statue, their eyes meeting in a deep intense gaze that seemed to envelope them in a delicate silence. Her hands moved to his chest, undoing the buttons of his shirt and untucking it from his pants. She lightly raked her nails up his torso, causing him to hiss and arch his back. She chuckled softly.
"You enjoy torturin' me, don't you?" Andy whispered with a smile on his lips as he continued to gaze down at his wife.
Their eyes met again as she whispered "Oh, come now, this is nowhere near torture." She reached up to kiss him, her nervousness now forgotten. She'd missed having him in her bed last night.
She nudged him forward slightly, so she could remove his shirt, making sure to get his arms out of the sleeves without him turning around. He leaned back into her, his bare skin touching her as she took her turn of holding him in her arms. She stood on tiptoe, kissing his ear delicately and he began to crumble. He pretended to succumb for a few more moments as her lips found the back of his neck and continued on a climb to his jaw. While she returned to his ear and seemed to be giving a great deal of focus to it, he flipped around and pinned her to him, kissing her deeply. Somehow, they fell to the bed, and he pinned her, his legs wrapping around her waist to hold her down against the bed. She grinned up at him, looking anything but innocent.
Andy took a long minute to observe his wife. She was all curves and shadows, he loved to look at her, even after all this time. To him, she was perfect, her body curvy and wonderful to explore. He smiled then he looked into her chocolate eyes. She was staring at him intently, when she decided to take control once again. She sat up quickly, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss that caught him off guard. Her hands attacked his belt buckle in earnest, removing it from the loops in one quick motion before throwing it to the floor and going to work on the zipper of his pants. Once she had that undone, she looked at him and smiled. He smiled and went to work on getting her to be as unclothed as him. She'd put on a dress to leave for the hotel, and he made quick work of it, leaving her in a black slip. The straps had fallen to the sides of her shoulders and he made quick work of taking it off of her, leaving her in very little. He loved to look at her.
Slowly, he lowered himself down to the bed, inching his way closer to her mouth. He loved to tease her, it made him feel powerful, especially when most of the time, she was the one who held the control. As always, the power trip wouldn't last long, for she had other plans and grabbed him by the shoulders, pulling his mouth to hers. He laughed against her soft lips as she kissed him. Instead of fighting her for dominance, he situated himself on top of her, lying between her thighs and wrapping his arms around her waist.
They kissed for a few minutes (or was it a few hours?) before both of them started to explore with their mouths, she nibbling on his neck, him on other, more interesting places. She hissed against his warm flesh, he knew the areas that drove her wild. He looked at her, once again realizing how beautiful she was, plain and simple. Finally, she whispered to him "I need you." and he came undone. He made quick work of what little clothing she still had on. He eased into her, and she arched into him, bringing their bodies closer together as they started to move in rhythm. Slowly at first, then speeding up as their passion intensified. He kissed her, as he had her pinned to the bed, varying speed and depth with every dip of his hips. Both fell victim to each other in one blissful haze after another.
Neither spoke a word, or needed to, their actions were automatic yet never felt tedious. Their actions rapidly sent them over the edge and together, for several long minutes, neither seemingly breathed, only laid there on the bed together. Andy finally turned them on their sides, facing one another.
"I'll never get tired of that." Brenda said, kissing his neck.
"Neither will I." he answered back, his breathing shallow.
After their extremely busy day, and an early morning flight to look forward to, they eventually broke apart and got ready for bed. As they fell asleep as a married couple for the first time, both had smiles on their faces, never having thought that they'd find love and happiness with one another. Whatever else may happen to them, they had this, they had each other. And for them, it was enough. More than enough.