HUN'S DRABBLES

It wasn't exactly a date--at least, neither of the two called it that.

To tell the truth, neither knew exactly what it was that they were on.

All they knew was that it was the end of the night, and they were at Lightning's door in a familiar position; with her leaning against the mahogany, and him tantalizingly close.

It was almost routine, except that each night felt so excitingly different, so entirely new, that she couldn't help but feel nervous as each second ticked by.

"So," she smirked, "this was fun."

"Yeah, it was."

He dipped his head low, and she pulled herself forwards, one hand automatically snaking round his neck as his felt its way to the small of her back. As they pulled away from the kiss, she hovered near, her lips enticingly close--the moment hung in the air, and she wondered briefly if he could hear her heartbeat as loud as she could hear his.

Something about this night, this moment, this second was different to all previous nights; nothing about this was routine.

Her eyes, which had shut during the kiss, fluttered open, and for a moment, cerulean locked against ebony.

I'm going to say it.

"I--"

His lips silenced hers, his hands once again finding their places against her back, before he pulled back, his forehead leaning against hers, lips still touching.

"You know, Li," he murmured, his lips moving against hers, "i sorta love ya."

He said it.

She paused, eyes widening--she'd been planning this moment, this very moment of three words and eight letters, how she'd react, how he'd react--but all she could think of was right now, right here, with him.

He loves me.

"I sorta love you too."

He leaned in once more, and this time, she thought she heard fireworks.

It wasn't supposed to be like this.
She was sat on the edge of her bed, their bed, her arms crossed over the other; defence. He stood, so close yet so, so far away, leaning against the edge of the doorway, teeth grit. The vein in his jaw pulsed with anger, and he shifted his weight, both brows drawn together in anger, subtly mixed with confusion, sorrow.

"Don't you have anythin' to fuckin' say to me?"

I'm sorry. I love you. I'm so sor--

She shrugged.

"Dammit, Lightning, fuckin' say something!"

Say sorry, tell him you love him, tell him you love him--

She dipped her head lower, letting her hair fall, covering her face; she couldn't let him see her like this, not after what she'd done. "There's nothing to say," she whispered, hoarse and barely audible. Tears pooled in cerulean, threatening to fall--don't let him see you cry.

Silence.

I'm sorry, i love you.

A creak--the sound of a door opening.

"You know what?"

Her head snapped up, eyes wide--he'd pulled himself away from the wall, and her eyes flicked towards his hand resting on the door handle, before flickering back to his face.

Don't do this.

I love you. I love you, i love you, i love you--

"We're done."

The bang of wood hitting wood.

He was gone.

"I'm sorry--I love you."

A whisper too late.

The dress was itchy, the corset too tight, and the fucking trail was getting on her last nerve.

But, surprisingly, it didn't matter--at least, it didn't bother her as much as it should have. As it would have, if it were any other day.

"You ready, bug?" Cris asked, the smirk on her face not quite mimicking disbelief, but the shock still there. Lightning didn't mind; she couldn't believe she was going through with this herself.

The edge of her lips curved into a smirk, before shrugging. "Yeah, why not. Pass me the stupid flower thing, and let's roll, panda bear."

The bouquet in hand, she gave her friends a small salute as they disappeared behind the double doors, and she waited for her cue.

"Nervous?"

She looked at Cloud, and cocked her head, one brow arched. "Am i ever?" Grinning, she slipped her arm in his, and tugged him forward. "C'mon, let's get this over with before i electrocute a bitch."

"But they're not playing the song ye--"

"--I couldn't give a shit, brother, now let's walk."

Opening the double doors, the Strife twins entered the room, and both couldn't help but laugh as the pianist hurried to play the processional. The audience turned to stare at them, at her, and Lightning felt her stomach twist--fuck, what if i fall?

But then she saw him, Ty, her Ty, his smirk that said: twenty says you'll trip.

She arched a brow.

Fuck you.

They made it to the alter, and as she turned to hug her twin, he leaned in and whispered a, "good luck," before hurrying to his seat. She turned, heart thumping, lips spread wide, as she faced her future husband.

This was it.

"Hey man, cut it to the good part, ye?" Tyrone asked, his eyes holding that mischievous glint that she loved so much. Catching on, she nodded, before adding, "yeah man, we don't want the other shit."

The priest, already warned about the couple's antics from Lightning's friends, smiled and nodded goodheartedly, before clearing his throat.

"Do you, Tyrone Ramsey, take Lightning Strife as your beloved wife?"

He grinned.

"Yeah, why not."

"And do you, Lightning Strife, take Tyrone Ramsey as your beloved husband?"

She returned his grin--only hers mirrored his earlier mischief.

"Nah."

For a moment, the room paused--the audience, eyes wide, shocked, gasped.

It was when Ty's face dropped, that she laughed--and suddenly, the room relaxed.

"Just kidding," she murmured.

And with that, she grabbed his tie and pulled him in for their first, married kiss.