I can't bite on my lip or else Asha will kill me for ruining her masterpiece. I walk down the hallways to the chapel and Asha smiles as the music starts inside, the twins walking in and throwing flower petals around. My hands shake. I'm terrified. Asha smiles brightly and walks off and inside, Nathan following.

"Olive?" I turn my head, staring at a Lily who's fiddling with her thumbs that rest in front of an orange floral dress. Her hair is curled. "Can I walk you down?"

"I thought you didn't want this," I turn my body away from her.

"I want you happy," She hooks our arms together. "Ready?" I stare at her, noting the desperation for forgiveness in her eyes. I nod slightly and she smiles, turning her head as the door open. We walk slowly. My eyes make a b-line for Chase, smiling, standing, his hands in front of him and a stretcher hidden behind the priest. His eyes fill with tears and admiration as I stop in front of him, holding onto his hands as Asha holds my flowers.

Everything's dizzying. His normal messy blue hair is slicked back and held in place by gel, only making his orange eyes grow bigger in the fake stain glass windows;fake because they're lights behind the stain glass. "We are gathered here today to-" his lips beg for a kiss and his small freckles and moles are dotted across his skin only make him look younger. I doubt I look as good as he does. "Chase McLain, do you take Olive Augustine to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do." Where were our vows? Did we already say them, I'm too lost in his eyes to make note of if I've said them or note.

"Olive Augustine, do you take Chase McLain to be your lawfully wedded husband?" 

Words escape me. My throat tightens as I open my mouth with a small voice in the back of my mind saying 'don't'. I close my mouth, opening again and forcing the words out. "I do." Why did I hesitant so much. Marraige. Wedding day. Commitment.

Maybe that. I don't like commitment. Chase smiles as the priest declares us together, it being legally binding and no one can break it unless born of sin itself. 

Olive McLain. I like the sound of that.

–/\–/\–/\–/\–

I take care of Chase for weeks after his bullet wound. its how we're spending our honeymoon you may say. Chase moved down to my bed. Lily says someones going to take in the extra room when they find someone in the right age range, but it is what it is. I go to work every day, I don't see the same person more then five times and I give up to two hour sessions. 

Chase reaches for me as I pull off my shoes, grabbing onto the loops of my jeans and pulling me into him. I giggle as he pulls, turning and sitting across from him. "Can I have a kiss, Love?" My body shivers at the contact of his hand on my thigh, even if there's cloth there.

"Yes," he leans forward and presses his lips to mine and I gasp into it, tangling my fingers into his hair as his hands rest on my hips. 

I pull away from him before he can try to go further then a make out session. "Chase, I don't want to hurt your hip."

"I'm fine, please Olive," he holds my hands. He rarely calls me Olive. "I need you..."

"Babe, you need to heal," I press my lips to his forehead and he sighs deeply, holding onto my waist.

"Love, please. I need you," I bite my lip as his lip brush my neck, up my jaw and linger over mine.

"You're hurt," his breath tingles my lips. "I don't want you to give out halfway through."

He chuckles softly. "I won't." 

My mind is reeling, and I don't know what to think. "...okay..." he presses his lips to mine and I squirm as he pulls me under him, my body tingling at the touch of his hands on my skin. Chase pulls his shirt over his head and I do the same, pulling him back into a kiss. His hands move over my stomach and down to my jeans, unbuttoning them and slipping them down my legs. I fumble with the edge of his sweatpants and pull them off, Chase gently kissing my neck as his hands fumble with my bra strap. 

Chase pulls away and lets my bra come off my chest. He stares at my chest momentarily, then kisses me lovingly. His lips are soft and loving against mine. He pulls away as something in the room dings loudly, making him flinch as a robotic voice calmly  pulls throughout the room.

"Are you experiencing sexual intercourse?"

"Yes?" Chase laughs out.

"Will you require a condom?"

"Yes!" He nearly yells. I hit his arm because he forgot. The small foil package pops down form the ceiling and I giggle softly as Chase picks it up, slides his boxers down and pulls it on. He kisses me again, his thumb pulling under the waistband of my underwear. He slowly pulls them down as he kisses me, pulling them off my legs and placing them by our pile of clothes. He seizes his kissing and looks at me. "Ready?"

"Yes..." my voice is more seductive then I meant it to be. 

–/\–/\–/\–/\–

Chase gently kisses the back of my neck, his arm around my waist, both our bodies sticky and wet and hot. "Love,"

"Yes?" My voice almost fails me.

"I love you."

"I love you too." I smile.