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Chapter 33: The Wedding and the Honeymoon

Quil POV.

I felt sick.

However, it was a good sick.

My wedding was finally here. After 18 years of waiting, Claire and I were going to be joined in marriage, belong to each other in every way. I could hardly wait as I stood at the top of the aisle with my groomsmen and Billy Black, who had agreed to do the ceremony. He was very old now, it took all of his energy to wheel his chair around, but had insisted he wanted to do the ceremony. His last one before his official retirement and then Sam would take over.

I glanced around for what felt like the hundredth time. Time was going so slowly, it was ridiculous. I distracted myself by looking at the decorations Gabby had set up. It was the perfect setting, though I had expected nothing less. The arch was covered in white roses and white netting, the aisle that was made by the rows of white folding chairs was covered in pink, yellow and white flower petals. Along the edge of the aisle were giant glass vases filled with water, the vanilla scented candles gently floating on top. The view was breath-taking, the sea was wild but the sky clear. The forest seemed calm, no wolf howls or frightened birds escaping from the trees.

"Gab did a good job," Collin bragged proudly.

I nodded. "She did. Remind me to get her a present."

"Guys," my mom interrupted. "The girls are arriving. You need to take your places."

My groomsmen went to meet the bridesmaids near the pathway in the forest. My heart started to thump as I turned to wait for Claire. I wanted to see her so bad.

Rachel started the music by pressing the button on the stereo near her feet and a few seconds later the wedding party started walking down the aisle. Emily and Sam were first, both beaming proudly as they took their places, Nessie and Collin were next, then Aurora and Seth, the latter of whom couldn't take his eyes of his pregnant wife, Nora and Embry walked together, and then our maid of honor and best man, Gabby and Jacob.

Finally the wedding march played and Claire stepped out of the trees holding onto her dad's arm. My breath halted at the sight of her. She looked astounding, radiant—perfect. I couldn't take my eyes off her. The quirky ruffled dress—that was so very Claire—made her olive skin and beautiful brown hair stand out. Her make-up was simple, the way I loved it because Claire didn't need anything to make her the most gorgeous woman in the world, and my eyes caught a sparkling headband that made the twinkle in Claire's eyes so bright it hurt.

Her eyes met mine for the first time and everything else faded away. A soft smile played on her lips and my heart swelled at her happiness. Oliver kissed Claire's cheek and then put Claire's steady hand in mine. I intertwined our fingers and smiled at her, she giggled quietly.

"We are gathered here today to join Quil Ateara and Claire Katherine Young…" Billy's voice faded away as I stared at Claire. I got lost in her hazel orbs, I couldn't believe I had gotten so lucky. Someone up there must have really loved me for Claire to be my imprint.

I came back to my senses as Billy said it was time for us to exchange our traditional vows. Though Claire and I loved each other completely, we weren't very good with words or expressing ourselves properly, leaving us to choose traditional vows instead of written vows. It was easier and to be honest, I wanted personal vows to be between Claire and I only.

Billy turned to me expectantly.

"I, Quil, take you, Claire, as my wife. I do solemnly avow my love for you. I will comfort you, keep you, love you, defend you in sickness or in health, in riches or poverty, in sorrow or joy, seeking only to be with you until death parts us. All these things I pledge upon my honour," I said, cupping her cheek softly.

She smiled and turned her head slightly to kiss my palm. Sighing dreamily, she began. "I, Claire, take you, Quil, as my husband. I do solemnly avow my love for you. I will comfort you, keep you, love you, defend you in sickness or in health, in riches or poverty, in sorrow or joy, seeking only to be with you until death parts us. All these things I pledge upon my honour," she paused for a second. "I love you, Quil."

"I love you, too," I couldn't help but reply.

Billy chuckled before saying we could now exchange rings. Jake stood and handed them to us. After slipping them on, Billy said, "I now pronounce you husband and wife."

Claire threw her arms around my neck the moment his mouth opened. I caught her, smiling against her lips. We only broke apart when people started to laugh and whistle.

Taking my wife's hand, we walked down the aisle together, closely followed by our wedding party. I picked her up again and swung her around a few times. She peeled with laughter and then leaned down to kiss me. When our tongues met, she moaned and my grip on her waist tightened.

"Okay, okay! There'll be plenty of time for that on the honeymoon!" her sister laughed. "You guys need to sign the wedding certificate. The rest of us are going to the Cullen's."

Claire and I signed our names and then got into the car to the Cullen house. The Cullen's had kindly let us lend their house for our reception. There might be a vampire smell, but with all the bodies I hoped it would soon burn off.

"We're married!" Claire sang as we drove. She knelt on the seat and fell onto me, her arms around my neck as she smiled widely. "I'm officially Mrs Claire Ateara."

"I like the sound of that."

"Me too!" she chirped. I grinned back, slightly amused at her elatedness. Giggling, she dropped kisses all over my face. "I love you, I love you, I love you," she muttered over and over again.

"I love you, too, Mrs Ateara," I whispered.

She pulled back, her face glowing as we pulled up outside the large house. We ran up the pathway together.

"Ladies and gentlemen, give a warm welcome to Mr and Mrs Ateara!" Harry's distinctive accent and voice rang out around the house. Everyone clapped and whooped as we made our way into the backyard. White lights and balloons were everywhere, tables covered with white cloths were spread out with name placements at each seat, and in the middle of each table were a small bunch of yellow and white roses. Underneath a particularly large oak tree was a dance floor with lights around it.

Gabby has outdone herself.

We ate our four course dinner before having our first dance. I wrapped my arms around her as we walked to the dance floor. Claire had chosen the song 'Yellow' by Coldplay. It wasn't traditional, but Claire wanted it, and I agreed to anything Claire wanted.

We swayed gently, our foreheads pressed together. When we got to a certain part, Claire sang softly.

"Your skin,
Oh yeah your skin and bones,
Turn into,
Something beautiful,
You know,
You know I love you so,
You know I love you so."

When she finished, I kissed her deeply. She responded and when we broke apart, she rested her head in the crook of my neck. No longer distracted by Claire's eyes that made the world disappear around me, I saw the rest of the wedding party had joined us on the dance floor. Nora and Embry were whizzing around the outskirts of the dance floor and I thought back to the time we went to the zoo together, how well they had gotten on and the crush Nora had had on Embry when she was only a young teen. I was reminded of the night Nora tried to flirt with him, also the day Elle had left him for good. Things would have been a lot simpler for my best friend if he had imprinted early on, maybe on Nora. However, he now had Mollie, his children and Mollie's children, and they were a happy family, and I knew he loved it.

Collin and Gabby couldn't take their eyes off each other and I had a feeling we would be dancing at their wedding very soon. Emily and Sam, in love as ever, were laughing as Seth sang loudly to Aurora who was shaking her head and blushing. Nessie and Jacob were discussing names for the new addition to their family, laughing and whispering like teenagers.

I suppose it had all worked out for us, in the end.

Claire kissed me before leaving for the bathroom. I was still watching her as she walked up the stairs into the house.

"Uncle Quil!" a voice broke my concentration. "Uncle Quil!"

I just had time to catch Arabella Black as she jumped into my arms, completely trusting that I would catch her. "Yes, Ari?" I asked with a smile. I loved Arabella, even at the tender age of seven she was a hell raiser. I couldn't wait for the teenage years purely to see Jake's reaction.

"Have you got any sweets?" she whispered like it was top secret. "I asked my dad but he said I had to wait for the cake and I thought you might have some because this is your wedding—"

"I might have something," I cut off her rambling. She took a deep breath and beamed. Walking over to kitchen, I dug out the bowl of candy from the cupboard that Claire had set up for the kids. Arabella dug into it and pulled out three lollipops. I set her on the floor and watched as she ran over to Iris Clearwater and her twin, Judy, and gave them a lolly. They giggled together for a moment, and then Harry grabbed Iris to throw her in the air while she screamed with laughter.

"You're such a softy," my wife said softly. I turned to her, pulling her body against mine.

"I know."

"Mhmm," she murmured. "Looks like I'm going to be the mean one when we have kids."

"Kids?"

"Yeah," she smiled. "I want kids, do you?"

My heart fluttered. "Yeah. Yeah, I do."

And even though we would have to go into a lot more detail about starting a family than a five second conversation, I kissed her passionately, the possibility of having children with Claire causing a fire in my stomach. As we pulled away to inhale oxygen, we were called to cut the cake. Afterwards, Gabby pulled Claire away to get her changed into her travelling clothes. We were staying in a hotel overnight in Port Angeles and then flying to Vancouver, British Columbia into a cabin for a week. It was going to be the best week of my life, Claire and I in a secluded area in the forest, no one for miles. We could do whatever we wanted, be as loud as we wanted…

Thank God for honeymoons.

I got changed in the spare bedroom and went back into the garden. Claire came back to me dressed in a simple white dress. She looked as beautiful as she had in her wedding dress.

"Ready to go?" I asked.

"Yes," Claire responded instantly.

We hugged our families and friends before getting into my truck. We drove off into the night together, our hands clasped, and it was the happiest moment of my life.

"I can't believe I fell asleep."

"You were tired," I comforted with a small laugh. "Stop being so cynical."

"It was our wedding night," she replied. "And I fell asleep. God, I'm an idiot."

"Baby, we have all week to make up for it," I whispered into her ear.

She sucked in a breath. "Oh, yeah."

Grinning, I turned and opened the door to the cabin with the key the old man had given me. The cabin was amazing, a large log fire surrounded by soft sofas was my first sight when I walked through the door. To my right was a small kitchen, and in front of me I could see into the large bedroom, my eyes automatically scanned the king-sized bed against the wall. As I walked past the kitchen, I saw that it led onto a patio that had a Jacuzzi.

I dropped our cases in the bedroom and smiled as Claire huffed again. Last night hadn't exactly gone as planned. Claire and I wanted to make the most of the night, we planned to stay up together all night and sleep on the plane. However, Claire had been exhausted and fell asleep in the car. I had carried her to bed and when she woke up, we only had forty minutes to get the plane. She had flipped, yelling at me that I should have woken her up while I patiently waited for her rant to end. She had grumbled through the flight despite my protests that it was fine, she was exhausted from the wedding and the Bachelorette party the night before.

Though I had been disappointed at first, I was actually okay with it. Like her, I had been incredibly tired, my lack of sleep had gotten to me as I drove. As I had cuddled into Claire's sleeping form, I realized I would rather get a good night's sleep and be able to put everything I had into our first night as husband and wife than a half-hearted attempt on the first night.

"Quil," Claire's voice rang out through the silence. "Get on the bed."

Standing straight, I turned slowly to see my wife leaned on the doorframe, her lips pulled into a smirk and her eyes flaming. Raising my eyebrows, I flicked my shoes off and sat on the edge of the bed. Claire smiled at my obedience and licked her lips. Pushing herself off the doorframe, she strolled over, her hips swaying in a way that made my head spin. When she was in reaching distance, I stretched out my arms.

"Ah, ah," Claire tittered shaking her head. She bent down and put my arms to my sides. "Don't move."

Gulping, I nodded. She bit her lip and straddled me, her hands slipping from my arms to my neck. I burned where she touched. I quickly wondered if she knew what effect she had over me, though, by her smirk, I knew she did. Leaning forward, she captured my lips into a passionate kiss and whipped off my top. She ran her fingernails down my biceps, her nails skimming my nipples and I hissed. Moaning, she started to move her lower half against mine and I instantly reacted.

"Claire," I groaned. "Fuck."

She pulled away for a second. "You can touch me."

Grinning, I put my hands on her soft stomach and ran them up until they cupped her beautiful breasts. Claire whimpered and increased the pace of her grinding. Pulling off her top, I threw it to the floor and then snapped off her bra. I took one of the pert nipples into my mouth and sucked and then ran my teeth along it.

"Ah!" she cried. "Quil!"

I did the same to the other, taking pleasure as her breathing deepened and quickened. As I continued, I ran my hand up her thigh and to her panties. I marvelled at the heat already formed there and circled my finger on her most sensitive spot. Claire wailed and dug her nails into my shoulders as he head fell onto my chest. Taking a deep breath, she pushed me down and quickly pulled off my jeans. Climbing on top of me again, she grabbed my hands and pinned them down before leaning down to kiss and suck at my neck. I let out a shaky breath as she moved along my collar bone and down my chest. I would never get sick of feeling her sanity lips against my skin.

I jerked when she took my member into her mouth, biting my tongue until I felt it bleed so I didn't let out an embarrassing groan. However, when her tongue circled around my tip, I swore, knitting my fingers into her thick hair and thrusting up in the rhythm she was bobbing up and down at. I burst after only a few minutes and Claire giggled, jumping off my lap to grab my t-shirt and wipe up the fluid before pouncing on me again, attacking me with kisses. She angled herself in a way that she could take off her panties before throwing them across the room and positioning herself above me, sinking down onto my dick in a slow, torturous pace.

"Oh," she murmured once I had completely filled her, her warm, fast breath washing over my face. "Love you," she whispered.

"I love you too," I grinned.

She smiled a brilliant, gorgeous smile that made my stomach clench and then began to move slowly, staring into my eyes lovingly. After a minute, she kissed me heatedly before increasing her pace, her movements becoming erratic. I took one of her nipples into my mouth, running my teeth over it, and grabbed her hips, making sure she took my whole length in before she stretched upwards again.

She shuddered and threw her head back. "Quil." She whined, sucking in a breath. "Ahh..."

Knowing she was close, I brought her back down, making a circular movement with her hips that made her cry out. Her head whipped forward to give me a surprised but delighted look as she dug her fingers into my shoulders, providing me with just enough pain that I didn't burst inside of her. I was desperate to make this the best night of love making we'd ever had. Clenching my jaw, I moved her hips up and down again, getting a good rhythm before I reached for her bundle of nerves, pinching and scraping it with my nails.

"Fuck," she spat, clenching around me and shuddering at such an intensity that I feared she was going to faint before falling forward so our chests were squished together. "Wow..." she breathed once she had calmed down.

"We're not done yet," I grinned, twisting us so she was laid on the bed on her back, me between her legs—my favorite place to be.

She giggled but it turned into a moan when I suddenly thrust, hard, into her.

"I love honeymoons already!" she squealed, hooking her leg around my hip.

By the end of the night, it was seven-four to me in the orgasm department, though Claire promised to make up her number by the end of the honeymoon. Within the first few days, we lost count. Instead we played games of seducing each other—Claire dressed in some skimpy lingerie that she'd gotten at her Bachelorette party and she got to the fourth one before I lost my inhibition. It was a simple silk black corset with matching panties, garter belt and tights, and a pair of red heels. The sight of her made my mouth water and I couldn't hold back anymore. I grabbed her, yanking her onto the couch and defiling it to such a degree that I worried I'd have to replace it. In return, I walked out of the shower in only a towel. I'd only gotten four steps into the bedroom before she pounced on me and practically ripped the towel in half getting it off my waist.

By the time we had to leave to go home, we'd had sex in every room of the cabin, broke the coffee table, I'd snapped two of her panties when she tied me up, and we'd once had to stop the cabin from flooding when we got a little too ravenous in the Jacuzzi. I was sad to leave the place, knowing that it was the end of our time just the two of us, but was also excited. When we returned, we were going to look for our own place to buy when it would be just us two all of the time...the very thought made me giddy.

"I'm exhausted," she sighed as she collapsed onto the bed when we finally got home. I walked over, carefully untying the sandals on her feet. "Do you reckon we left enough money for the coffee table?"

"Yeah. The guy will get in touch if I haven't."

"Hmm." She hummed as I pulled off her second sandal. She stretched out her hands and moved her hands like a baby would when they want picking up. Snorting, I climbed onto her, raising my eyebrows when she started to kiss my face and grind her lower half into mine. "I thought you said you were exhausted."

"I am," she said between kisses. "But I'm not that exhausted."

"Okay, good," I murmured, licking down her neck as I pulled off her top. "I love you, Mrs Ateara."

She laughed, her hazel eyes sparkling with mirth. "I love you too, Mr Ateara."

We stared at each other and I couldn't help but think back on our time together. Years ago, I never imagined Claire and I would be at this stage in our relationship, the can't-keep-our-hands-off-each-other, head-over-heels stage that I had seen many imprint couples go through. I could remember Seth and Aurora's wedding when I realized that my imaginary wife had no face, back when I thought my imprint was going to forever be in the friend stage. As the years went by, I fell for her. Whether it was instantly on her sixteenth birthday, though that day was probably me realizing that she was no longer cute little Claire-bear, or later when she kissed me on the beach or when she called me out on my shit for lying to her about me being a wolf and our imprint, I didn't know.

I hadn't been the most observant or in-touch guy with my feelings for my Claire, as proved by my many freak-outs and mistakes, and we'd had our ups and downs, but now I was blatantly, so unbelievably in love with her that it made me feel like I was floating. She was my Claire and I her Quil, and we'd always be okay as long as we had each other.

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I'm really sorry for the long wait but I had a lot of personal things going on and it's just took me ages to write this chapter. But here it is! The FINAL official chapter of Always have, always will.

I am going to do a epilogue of sorts, just to show the story full circle. It is, however, the only chapter I haven't got a whole outline for, which I'm now actually quite glad about because after a long wait I think you guys should be allowed to tell me what you want to see! Basically, Quil or Claire's POV? A few years into the future-like their first child-or a long time into the future, like when even their children are grown-up? Or something else entirely? If it doesn't really matter, I'll just choose something.

-Laylax