"I now pronounce you husband and wife… You may kiss the bride." A grinning Javier Esposito pulled his wife closer and kissed her soundly amid loud cheering and clapping. The two newlyweds wore matching, beaming smiles when they eventually broke apart.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Esposito," the preacher announced; Lanie leaned in to brush a kiss against her husband's cheek. He took her hand and placed a kiss on her wedding band, smiling widely.
"That was beautiful," a teary-eyed Kate commented as she watched her two friends making their way back down the aisle. She caught Lanie's eye, sharing a knowing smile with the glowing bride.
"Yeah, it was," Rick replied, turning his attention from watching the newlyweds to his wife; taking her in, absorbing every detail. The hair curling softly around her face, the sharpness of her cheekbones, her mysterious, sparkling eyes, the strong lines of her jaw, the elegant profile of her nose, the graceful slope of her neck and her soft, soft (now smiling) mouth. He wanted to kiss her, brush his lips over that smile. To drink in her joy, consume her beauty, make love to her with a whispered caress of his lips.
So he did.
He leaned down and pressed a gentle, intimate kiss on the corner of her open and smiling mouth. He pressed another one, two kisses to the same spot before kissing her cheek delicately.
You may kiss the bride.
"What was that for?" Kate asked softly, her eyes light and affectionate.
Rick shrugged and grinned. "Just because I can. You are my wife after all. And that means I can kiss you whenever I feel like it."
Kate rolled her eyes and smiled. "Because I just witnessed two of my best friends getting married and feeling really happy as a result, I'm letting your sappiness slide, Mr. Castle. Just this once."
"Oh, you love it when I'm sappy, Mrs. Castle. I know you do." He smiled at his wife, lacing his fingers with hers and absently rubbing his thumb over her wedding ring; memories rushing back, every detail of that day engraved in his mind.
I now pronounce you husband and wife.
Every detail of their wedding day.
His mouth was open, jaw somewhere on the floor most probably. Yeah, well, he didn't really care. She was here. On her father's arm. Walking towards him. In a wedding dress. A long, flowing, elegant white, beaded gown. Her tall, lean body moving gracefully, almost gliding in the white dress; her dark hair pulled up, soft strands curling around at the base of her neck, around her face. Her eyes were locked on his, emerald and shining and captivating; windows to her soul. Her smile - his heart stuttered at the sight - was wide and untamed, her whole being radiant with it. Her joy and affection were revealed without hesitation. He would later declare it to have been a glimpse into her 'transcendent soul' while she playfully rolled her eyes at him.
Rick could feel himself smiling, a little baffled, a little in awe. A stupid, grinning fool in love. And by the way she was beaming at him, two stupid, grinning fools in love. He had to stop himself from running to meet her. He clasped his hands together, bounced on the balls of his feet; excited and a little nervous, feeling butterflies dancing around in his chest. Finally, finally, they reached him.
Jim turned to his daughter, her hand grasped tightly in his, and smiled at her; reminded of his own wedding day. He pressed a kiss against her cheek and whispered "I love you, Katie" into her ear. Kate smiled at her father, her throat constricting, her vision a little blurry. He squeezed her hand before letting her go, sensing the impatience of the younger man in front of him. Jim glanced at his beaming soon-to-be son in law and handed his daughter, his Katie, over to him. Rick smiled at the older man, the 'I'll take care of her' left unsaid, before his eyes migrated back to her, his soon-to-be wife. Kate smiled at him - that Mona Lisa smile - and slid her small, slender hand into his while turning her attention to the preacher.
"Dearly beloved..."
He was still staring at her, slowly dragging his eyes over her; a Greek goddess, a mortal muse, his bride. His exquisite, exquisite bride. The profile of her beautifully sculptured face, her long, elegant neck, her sinuous shoulders, the hard lines of her collarbone, the smooth path to her chest and into the valley between her-
The preacher cleared his throat and Rick snapped his head up to meet the older man's mirth-filled eyes while the audience laughed quietly. He mumbled an apology and gave Kate an adorable, goofy smile. She rolled her eyes fondly and felt her lips twitch, her hand squeezing his bicep and her shoulder brushing his arm.
The rest of it was a blur, a little hazy. He barely heard the sermon, she barely registered the vows; both nervous, excited, stupidly grinning wrecks by the time the rings were exchanged. They just wanted to hear-
"By the power vested in me by the state of New York... I now pronounce you husband and wife," the preacher finally (finally!) announced to the impatient couple. "You may kiss the bride."
Rick wasted no time in doing so, tugging his wife (wife!) closer and kissing her. Thoroughly. Slowly. Deliciously. Kate broke away, smiling, amid the loud cheering from their friends and family and buried her slightly flushed face in her husband's (husband's!) neck. He chuckled and rubbed a hand down her smooth, sun-kissed back.
She pulled back, unable to stop smiling. "Hi there, Mr. Castle," Kate said quietly, a hand trailing up and down his chest.
He grinned at her before brushing a sweet kiss against her lips. "Hi there, Mrs. Castle."
"Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Esposito," the preacher announced; Lanie leaned in to brush a kiss against her husband's cheek. He took her hand and placed a kiss on her wedding band, smiling widely.
"That was beautiful," a teary-eyed Kate commented as she watched her two friends making their way back down the aisle. She caught Lanie's eye, sharing a knowing smile with the glowing bride.
"Yeah, it was," Rick replied, turning his attention from watching the newlyweds to his wife; taking her in, absorbing every detail. The hair curling softly around her face, the sharpness of her cheekbones, her mysterious, sparkling eyes, the strong lines of her jaw, the elegant profile of her nose, the graceful slope of her neck and her soft, soft (now smiling) mouth. He wanted to kiss her, brush his lips over that smile. To drink in her joy, consume her beauty, make love to her with a whispered caress of his lips.
So he did.
He leaned down and pressed a gentle, intimate kiss on the corner of her open and smiling mouth. He pressed another one, two kisses to the same spot before kissing her cheek delicately.
You may kiss the bride.
"What was that for?" Kate asked softly, her eyes light and affectionate.
Rick shrugged and grinned. "Just because I can. You are my wife after all. And that means I can kiss you whenever I feel like it."
Kate rolled her eyes and smiled. "Because I just witnessed two of my best friends getting married and feeling really happy as a result, I'm letting your sappiness slide, Mr. Castle. Just this once."
"Oh, you love it when I'm sappy, Mrs. Castle. I know you do." He smiled at his wife, lacing his fingers with hers and absently rubbing his thumb over her wedding ring; memories rushing back, every detail of that day engraved in his mind.
I now pronounce you husband and wife.
Every detail of their wedding day.
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His mouth was open, jaw somewhere on the floor most probably. Yeah, well, he didn't really care. She was here. On her father's arm. Walking towards him. In a wedding dress. A long, flowing, elegant white, beaded gown. Her tall, lean body moving gracefully, almost gliding in the white dress; her dark hair pulled up, soft strands curling around at the base of her neck, around her face. Her eyes were locked on his, emerald and shining and captivating; windows to her soul. Her smile - his heart stuttered at the sight - was wide and untamed, her whole being radiant with it. Her joy and affection were revealed without hesitation. He would later declare it to have been a glimpse into her 'transcendent soul' while she playfully rolled her eyes at him.
Rick could feel himself smiling, a little baffled, a little in awe. A stupid, grinning fool in love. And by the way she was beaming at him, two stupid, grinning fools in love. He had to stop himself from running to meet her. He clasped his hands together, bounced on the balls of his feet; excited and a little nervous, feeling butterflies dancing around in his chest. Finally, finally, they reached him.
Jim turned to his daughter, her hand grasped tightly in his, and smiled at her; reminded of his own wedding day. He pressed a kiss against her cheek and whispered "I love you, Katie" into her ear. Kate smiled at her father, her throat constricting, her vision a little blurry. He squeezed her hand before letting her go, sensing the impatience of the younger man in front of him. Jim glanced at his beaming soon-to-be son in law and handed his daughter, his Katie, over to him. Rick smiled at the older man, the 'I'll take care of her' left unsaid, before his eyes migrated back to her, his soon-to-be wife. Kate smiled at him - that Mona Lisa smile - and slid her small, slender hand into his while turning her attention to the preacher.
"Dearly beloved..."
He was still staring at her, slowly dragging his eyes over her; a Greek goddess, a mortal muse, his bride. His exquisite, exquisite bride. The profile of her beautifully sculptured face, her long, elegant neck, her sinuous shoulders, the hard lines of her collarbone, the smooth path to her chest and into the valley between her-
The preacher cleared his throat and Rick snapped his head up to meet the older man's mirth-filled eyes while the audience laughed quietly. He mumbled an apology and gave Kate an adorable, goofy smile. She rolled her eyes fondly and felt her lips twitch, her hand squeezing his bicep and her shoulder brushing his arm.
The rest of it was a blur, a little hazy. He barely heard the sermon, she barely registered the vows; both nervous, excited, stupidly grinning wrecks by the time the rings were exchanged. They just wanted to hear-
"By the power vested in me by the state of New York... I now pronounce you husband and wife," the preacher finally (finally!) announced to the impatient couple. "You may kiss the bride."
Rick wasted no time in doing so, tugging his wife (wife!) closer and kissing her. Thoroughly. Slowly. Deliciously. Kate broke away, smiling, amid the loud cheering from their friends and family and buried her slightly flushed face in her husband's (husband's!) neck. He chuckled and rubbed a hand down her smooth, sun-kissed back.
She pulled back, unable to stop smiling. "Hi there, Mr. Castle," Kate said quietly, a hand trailing up and down his chest.
He grinned at her before brushing a sweet kiss against her lips. "Hi there, Mrs. Castle."
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Love and marriage, love and marriage
Go together like a horse and carriage
This I tell ya, brother, you can't have one without the other
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