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NEW: Rejoice, Rejoice (Viggo/Elijah) [PG-13]
Hi everyone!
This was my entry for the Wedding Secret Santa challenge!! It was a lot of fun to write for [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] and hopefully, will be fun for some of you to read as well!
Happy Holidays!
Saklani
Title: Rejoice, Rejoice
Author: Saklani (saklani@wildmail.com)
Codes: Viggo/Elijah Wedding Challenge
Rating: PG-13
Beta: Wushu
Disclaimer: I do not own these men, or anything else I mention here. I am not looking to make money from this... God forbid. And I am NOT them nor is what I put down here real. Thank you.
Summary: Its Christmas with the LOTR boys- what could be better? How about a wedding?
Author's Notes: Ah, a wedding fic challenge!!! As soon as I got the assignment, I sprouted a Bunrog. My challenge included these three things- dancing, champagne tipsiness and paint. I hope everyone enjoys this entry. Happy Holidays!!!
Dedicated to: disc_sophist
Rejoice, Rejoice
Halfway across the Golden Gate bridge, Viggo stopped in his tracks and fell to one knee. Brow furrowed in puzzlement and worry, Elijah turned toward him, mouth open to ask if Viggo needed any help. Instead, his right hand became clasped in both of Viggo’s, and the words died on his tongue.
Dominic and Billy, their arms wound around each other, stopped to watch with equal parts confusion and surprise. Orlando halted at the railing a few feet away, his attention finally diverted from the view by Viggo’s action. John and Ian, who trailed the others as they walked the span of the bridge, joined the huddle of bodies and wondered what suddenly ailed Viggo, though Ian had more than a sneaking suspicion. The two Seans, the only men Viggo told about his plans, tried hard not to smile too widely and look like complete idiots. Around them, curious bystanders, whom they always attracted anyway, lingered around the fringes, whispering amongst themselves and taking pictures.
“Elijah,” Viggo said in his deepest tone, the one reserved for those closest to him, “I wanted to make a fine speech and tell you how much I love you. In my head, I planned out some fancy and perfect way to say this, so you would never forget this moment. Now that I’m actually here, kneeling at your feet, I’ve lost all those words... so, all I have to say is this-” He pulled out a small, velvet box, opening it to reveal a silver band with an inset of turquoise in the shape of lightening through the top- “Will you marry me?”
And now it made sense to the other men- Viggo’s fierce persuasion tactics that they all get together a week before Christmas for a party and his utter refusal to let them back out. He managed to snag Orlando from his crazy Hollywood schedule, Astin from the arms of his family, Bean from England, all of them for this moment. And damn the man for his arrogant presumption, but all of them admitted later they wanted to be nowhere else in that second.
Loud screams from the crowd, including the seven other members of the fellowship began even before Elijah’s mouth dropped open in shock. His dinner-plate eyes stared at the ring and then back up at Viggo and then back at the ring again. The rest of his body froze completely, unable to move. The crowd buzzed a little with tension as the answer did not come immediately. They jostled each other, all eager to hear the reply.
“Fuck, yes,” Elijah muttered a second later. He took the ring out of its box and shoved it down the third finger of his left hand. Jumping into Viggo arms, he yelled,“Fuck yes!” again and then kissed him with all the passion in his small frame.
Cars slowed down, the passengers craning their necks to see what caused the crowd on the walkway of the bridge to jump up and down and shriek. Cameras whizzed and clicked as everyone tried to capture the moment forever on film. Sean Astin cried happily, as Bean hugged him with one strong arm. Billy and Dominic nearly threw themselves off the side in their excited happiness. Ian and John just stood there, beaming proudly like a pair of old fathers over their children. Orlando stayed by the railing, watching the procedure with a kind of numb disbelief. Finally, he shook himself mentally and joined in the revelry.
In the middle of the storm of celebration, Viggo pulled away from Elijah’s mouth to smile at him. “How does the day after tomorrow sound?”
“The day after tomorrow? But what about my family? What about your family? What about the person to give us our vows? What-”
“Everything is arranged,” Viggo said. His eyes gleamed in mischievous delight.
“You smug bastard,” Elijah whispered, “you prearranged all of this? You knew I would say yes?!”
A quick shake of his head spoke to Viggo’s vigorous denial of the statement. “I hoped... but if you said no, I could have dismissed the preacher and had a large Christmas party for everyone.”
“Wanker, how could you even doubt I would say yes?” Elijah demanded.
Laughing, Viggo sagged against him with the force of his delight. He caught the younger man in strong arms and pulled him close for another kiss. They kissed until the bridge rocked beneath them as if an earthquake had shaken the plates under the city again.
When breath returned to Elijah's lungs and blood flowed through his brain again, he said, “I love you, Viggo. Fuck, I love you so.”
**********
The glass Conservatory in the middle of Golden Gate Park stands testament to the past and to the love of the city residents for their local landmarks. Designed in 1875, the structure was shipped in pieces from England, around Cape Horn to the city of San Francisco. Amidst much hoopla, the building was erected in 1978 to house rare and exotic plants from around the world. For over a hundred years, people from all over the world visited and marveled at the plants and glass building that surrounded them all.
And then in 1995, disaster struck the fantastic plant palace. A tree, one of the oldest in the park, fell through the roof during a windstorm. The damage totaled most of the building, and estimates for the repair stretched far beyond the city budget. Officials declared the Conservatory beyond saving and made plans to remove the remains.
San Franciscans screamed foul and balked at the idea of losing one of their treasures. The San Francisco Parks Trust took over and painstakingly raised the money to make the hundred plus structure as glorious as ever. Eight years and millions of dollars later, the Conservatory reopened its doors to a grateful and delighted public, filled to the brim with new plants. A party of such joy and renewed sense of spirit seldom took place in the building before or since.
Until now...
The wedding participants settled into their chairs around the lily pond, which contained pads big enough for a man to stand on. In the right front row, Elijah’s mother and sister sat, both trying hard not to sniffle and failing miserably. Viggo’s mother sat beside them, taking turns offering them tissues and beaming at the other people. On the left side, Ian, John, Bean and Orlando sat in the front row. San Francisco mayor, Gavin Newsom, who helped arrange the rental of the Conservatory for the ceremony found himself in a seat of honor just behind the Fellowship actors. The non-denominational preacher stood at the very front of the room, gazing down serenely and proudly at the proceedings.
Elijah waited at the front of the room, a step down from the preacher. Sean Astin stood beside him, holding tightly on to the ring with one hand. As the first strains of the wedding march from Loenghrin, a decision arrived to after much debate and hair-pulling, filled the air, Dominic and Billy, who demanded to be flower-hobbits, marched up either side of the fountain, tossing starflowers into the audience.
Everyone rose as Viggo walked down the right side, led by his son, Henry. In a perfectly tailored black tuxedo and wearing his long hair wild and free as ever, he looked every inch a romantic leading man, going to claim his lover. Blue eyes wide and moist as he watched his fiancé approach, Elijah, elegantly attired in a white tuxedo, appeared eager, even anxious, to place this final claim on Viggo.
Dominic and Billy halted at opposite ends of the bottom step, while Viggo climbed up to stand beside Elijah. Henry released his arm and took his own seat in the front row. Viggo and Elijah faced each other, their eyes locking and holding.
The preacher spoke from memory, her face bright in the filtered sun through the glass tiles of the roof. “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here, in the sight of family and friends, to join together these two men in the bond of matrimony, which is an honorable estate and not to be entered into lightly or with doubt. Viggo, Elijah, do now declare your intent to be thusly bonded as one.”
Viggo spoke intimately, never taking his eyes off Elijah, but his words carried to all who in the room. “I, Viggo, take you, Elijah, to be my partner, loving what I know of you, and trusting what I do not yet know. Where there has been darkness, you have brought me light. Where there has been sorrow, you have brought be joy. May we walk the same path where it may lead us, knowing we can face anything together.”
Eyes moist with joy, Elijah delivered his vow in a voice that wavered for a moment and then grew strong and firm, “From this day on, I choose you, my beloved Viggo, to be my husband. To live with you and laugh with you. To stand by your side and sleep in your arms. To be joy to your heart and food to your soul. To bring out the best in you always. And, for you, to be the most that I can.”
“Entreat me not to leave you, or to return from following after you, For where you go I will go, and where you stay I will stay. Your people will be my people, and your world will be my world. Where you die, I will die and there I will be buried. Today, I take my place by your side. May our days be long, and seasoned with faith, love, understanding, and respect, forever,” they finished together, words in perfect tandem.
“Please exchange rings.”
Sean handed Elijah his ring, while Henry did the same for Viggo. Each man held out his own left hand, while the right tenderly slid the wedding band of platinum on to the proper finger of his husband. They clasped hands, both looking at the new symbol of their love.
“I hereby declare you forever joined in the ties of love and marriage. You may kiss your husband.”
Viggo leaned forward and down a little, even as Elijah stood on his toes and slid his arms around his new husband’s back. Their mouths met once, very lightly, a chaste brush of lips. And then Viggo’s arms shot around Elijah and lifted him into a passionate, breathtaking kiss.
**********
“Dominic!” Elijah yelled over the general hullabaloo of the reception. “Edible body paint? What kind of wedding present is that, you British fuck head?”
“Its practical,” Dom said very mulishly. He looked at Billy for agreement, but the Scot found convenient refuge is his flute of champagne at that moment. “After all, Viggo’s a painter, and I bet he thinks you’re the ideal canvas,” he went on, undeterred by the lack of support.
Viggo took a firmer hold of Elijah’s arm to stop his husband from bashing Dom over the head with his gift. “It was good of you to think of us,” he said calmly, even as he wondered why Dom thought they needed a hundred tubes of the paint.
“See, your husband knows a good gift when he sees it, wanker,” Dominic said with a smug little grin. “You are very welcome, Viggo. I personally recommend the blue and red from vast experience with- oomph!”
Billy chose this welcome moment to elbow Dom and hand over his own present. “Mine's nae as practical as Dommeh's, but Ah hope ye baith enjoy it.”
Elijah tore open the gift, paper flying everywhere as Viggo watched with amused eyes. “Cool, a set of matching coffee mugs with our names on them! And some sample gourmet coffee tins! Extra caffeine, too! Fucking perfect.”
Billy shrank a little from the evil look suddenly cast his direction by Viggo. “Ah ken hoo stoaner it is tae gie heem up in th' morn. These will help ye.”
“I’m sure Viggo can get him up at any time,” Dom quipped and promptly yelped as he was hit simultaneously in the head by a coffee tin and a tube of edible pink paint.
The sound of a spoon tapping against at wineglass echoing through the loudspeakers made everyone quiet down and turn toward the stage. Sean Astin stood there, a champagne flute in one hand, smiling into the microphone. “Its now my pleasant, though somewhat nerve-wracking, duty to act out my part as best man and deliver a wedding toast.”
The crowd cheered and applauded, quickly refilling their glasses with champagne.
“What can I say about these two men who have so movingly promised to be together forever today? How about who expected this when we first met each other? Anyone?”
He looked out over the sea of faces, all of whom shook their heads and mumbled nays to the question. “Viggo and Bean maybe... or Elijah and Dominic.”
Some people laughed and others turned red, but Bean yelled out, “Don’t forget all those rumors about you and Elijah... or Viggo and Orlando!”
“Oh dear God, yes... those,” Sean said, turning as bright red as a candied apple. He cleared his throat and smiled weakly at his wife, who was laughing at him. “All vicious lies.”
“Actually, it was Astin and me,” Viggo said, laughing as Elijah elbowed him to shut up.
Sean floundered about for a moment, having lost his train of thought under the sudden besieging of catcalls and comments. “But despite all these rumors and stories, I am proud and delighted to be speaking as Elijah’s best man today. I know what it takes to make a marriage last and see that in the feelings Viggo and Elijah have for each other. The way they touch, the way they talk to each other, the way that even when they are apart, there is something that seems to always bind them together... these things make me sure that there will be a forever for them.” He raised his to the crowd, tilting it toward Elijah and Viggo. “A toast to the happy couple- may they be as happy for all their life as they are in this moment.” Tipping back his head, he downed the champagne, while the crowd did the same. “And now, Viggo and Elijah will lead us all in a special dance. Everyone grab a partner!”
Viggo took Elijah’s hand, kissing the palm gently. “May I have this dance?”
“This one and all the rest,” Elijah said with a smile that lit up his face and the room around him. He practically dragged Viggo to the dance floor, as Queen’s “You’re My Best Friend” started. His arms wound around Viggo’s waist, while the taller man settled his hands on Elijah’s shoulder blades. They slow danced around the floor, not noticing as more couples joined them.
Elijah settled his head on Viggo’s chest, shutting his eyes and inhaling his husband’s scent with each deep breath. He listened not to the music, but to the beating of a steady heart under his ear. His body followed Viggo’s lead naturally, contentedly, until he became lulled into a sense of peace.
“Was this everything you hoped for, my Elijah?” Viggo whispered in his ear, voice intimate.
“I never knew to hope for this much,” Elijah replied.
A faster paced song began, but they swayed on together, unaware. The rest of the guests shimmied and grinded around them unnoticed. Dom and Billy danced by, more like fell over each other’s feet in drunken revelry, but neither Viggo or Elijah saw the way they clung together.
Viggo edged them out of the crowd, toward the exit. “Its time for us to slip away from here, as in the tradition of weddings.”
“Time for our own, private celebration,” Elijah agreed.
They broke out of the tight embrace, but kept hold of each other’s hands, as they weaved through the Conservatory’s displays. The exit doors swung open into the chilly night air. Hurrying down the steps, still hand-in-hand, they stopped in the moonlight as the sound of a clock chimes filled the air around them.
“Eight-nine-ten-eleven-twelve,” Viggo counted the last bells. His eyes turned to look at Elijah. “Merry Christmas, my love.”
“Merry Christmas, my husband,” Elijah said.
And as they hurried down the path toward their car and a more personal celebration of Christmas, the church clock played in musical chimes, “Oh night divine.”
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This was my entry for the Wedding Secret Santa challenge!! It was a lot of fun to write for [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] and hopefully, will be fun for some of you to read as well!
Happy Holidays!
Saklani
Title: Rejoice, Rejoice
Author: Saklani (saklani@wildmail.com)
Codes: Viggo/Elijah Wedding Challenge
Rating: PG-13
Beta: Wushu
Disclaimer: I do not own these men, or anything else I mention here. I am not looking to make money from this... God forbid. And I am NOT them nor is what I put down here real. Thank you.
Summary: Its Christmas with the LOTR boys- what could be better? How about a wedding?
Author's Notes: Ah, a wedding fic challenge!!! As soon as I got the assignment, I sprouted a Bunrog. My challenge included these three things- dancing, champagne tipsiness and paint. I hope everyone enjoys this entry. Happy Holidays!!!
Dedicated to: disc_sophist
Rejoice, Rejoice
Halfway across the Golden Gate bridge, Viggo stopped in his tracks and fell to one knee. Brow furrowed in puzzlement and worry, Elijah turned toward him, mouth open to ask if Viggo needed any help. Instead, his right hand became clasped in both of Viggo’s, and the words died on his tongue.
Dominic and Billy, their arms wound around each other, stopped to watch with equal parts confusion and surprise. Orlando halted at the railing a few feet away, his attention finally diverted from the view by Viggo’s action. John and Ian, who trailed the others as they walked the span of the bridge, joined the huddle of bodies and wondered what suddenly ailed Viggo, though Ian had more than a sneaking suspicion. The two Seans, the only men Viggo told about his plans, tried hard not to smile too widely and look like complete idiots. Around them, curious bystanders, whom they always attracted anyway, lingered around the fringes, whispering amongst themselves and taking pictures.
“Elijah,” Viggo said in his deepest tone, the one reserved for those closest to him, “I wanted to make a fine speech and tell you how much I love you. In my head, I planned out some fancy and perfect way to say this, so you would never forget this moment. Now that I’m actually here, kneeling at your feet, I’ve lost all those words... so, all I have to say is this-” He pulled out a small, velvet box, opening it to reveal a silver band with an inset of turquoise in the shape of lightening through the top- “Will you marry me?”
And now it made sense to the other men- Viggo’s fierce persuasion tactics that they all get together a week before Christmas for a party and his utter refusal to let them back out. He managed to snag Orlando from his crazy Hollywood schedule, Astin from the arms of his family, Bean from England, all of them for this moment. And damn the man for his arrogant presumption, but all of them admitted later they wanted to be nowhere else in that second.
Loud screams from the crowd, including the seven other members of the fellowship began even before Elijah’s mouth dropped open in shock. His dinner-plate eyes stared at the ring and then back up at Viggo and then back at the ring again. The rest of his body froze completely, unable to move. The crowd buzzed a little with tension as the answer did not come immediately. They jostled each other, all eager to hear the reply.
“Fuck, yes,” Elijah muttered a second later. He took the ring out of its box and shoved it down the third finger of his left hand. Jumping into Viggo arms, he yelled,“Fuck yes!” again and then kissed him with all the passion in his small frame.
Cars slowed down, the passengers craning their necks to see what caused the crowd on the walkway of the bridge to jump up and down and shriek. Cameras whizzed and clicked as everyone tried to capture the moment forever on film. Sean Astin cried happily, as Bean hugged him with one strong arm. Billy and Dominic nearly threw themselves off the side in their excited happiness. Ian and John just stood there, beaming proudly like a pair of old fathers over their children. Orlando stayed by the railing, watching the procedure with a kind of numb disbelief. Finally, he shook himself mentally and joined in the revelry.
In the middle of the storm of celebration, Viggo pulled away from Elijah’s mouth to smile at him. “How does the day after tomorrow sound?”
“The day after tomorrow? But what about my family? What about your family? What about the person to give us our vows? What-”
“Everything is arranged,” Viggo said. His eyes gleamed in mischievous delight.
“You smug bastard,” Elijah whispered, “you prearranged all of this? You knew I would say yes?!”
A quick shake of his head spoke to Viggo’s vigorous denial of the statement. “I hoped... but if you said no, I could have dismissed the preacher and had a large Christmas party for everyone.”
“Wanker, how could you even doubt I would say yes?” Elijah demanded.
Laughing, Viggo sagged against him with the force of his delight. He caught the younger man in strong arms and pulled him close for another kiss. They kissed until the bridge rocked beneath them as if an earthquake had shaken the plates under the city again.
When breath returned to Elijah's lungs and blood flowed through his brain again, he said, “I love you, Viggo. Fuck, I love you so.”
**********
The glass Conservatory in the middle of Golden Gate Park stands testament to the past and to the love of the city residents for their local landmarks. Designed in 1875, the structure was shipped in pieces from England, around Cape Horn to the city of San Francisco. Amidst much hoopla, the building was erected in 1978 to house rare and exotic plants from around the world. For over a hundred years, people from all over the world visited and marveled at the plants and glass building that surrounded them all.
And then in 1995, disaster struck the fantastic plant palace. A tree, one of the oldest in the park, fell through the roof during a windstorm. The damage totaled most of the building, and estimates for the repair stretched far beyond the city budget. Officials declared the Conservatory beyond saving and made plans to remove the remains.
San Franciscans screamed foul and balked at the idea of losing one of their treasures. The San Francisco Parks Trust took over and painstakingly raised the money to make the hundred plus structure as glorious as ever. Eight years and millions of dollars later, the Conservatory reopened its doors to a grateful and delighted public, filled to the brim with new plants. A party of such joy and renewed sense of spirit seldom took place in the building before or since.
Until now...
The wedding participants settled into their chairs around the lily pond, which contained pads big enough for a man to stand on. In the right front row, Elijah’s mother and sister sat, both trying hard not to sniffle and failing miserably. Viggo’s mother sat beside them, taking turns offering them tissues and beaming at the other people. On the left side, Ian, John, Bean and Orlando sat in the front row. San Francisco mayor, Gavin Newsom, who helped arrange the rental of the Conservatory for the ceremony found himself in a seat of honor just behind the Fellowship actors. The non-denominational preacher stood at the very front of the room, gazing down serenely and proudly at the proceedings.
Elijah waited at the front of the room, a step down from the preacher. Sean Astin stood beside him, holding tightly on to the ring with one hand. As the first strains of the wedding march from Loenghrin, a decision arrived to after much debate and hair-pulling, filled the air, Dominic and Billy, who demanded to be flower-hobbits, marched up either side of the fountain, tossing starflowers into the audience.
Everyone rose as Viggo walked down the right side, led by his son, Henry. In a perfectly tailored black tuxedo and wearing his long hair wild and free as ever, he looked every inch a romantic leading man, going to claim his lover. Blue eyes wide and moist as he watched his fiancé approach, Elijah, elegantly attired in a white tuxedo, appeared eager, even anxious, to place this final claim on Viggo.
Dominic and Billy halted at opposite ends of the bottom step, while Viggo climbed up to stand beside Elijah. Henry released his arm and took his own seat in the front row. Viggo and Elijah faced each other, their eyes locking and holding.
The preacher spoke from memory, her face bright in the filtered sun through the glass tiles of the roof. “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here, in the sight of family and friends, to join together these two men in the bond of matrimony, which is an honorable estate and not to be entered into lightly or with doubt. Viggo, Elijah, do now declare your intent to be thusly bonded as one.”
Viggo spoke intimately, never taking his eyes off Elijah, but his words carried to all who in the room. “I, Viggo, take you, Elijah, to be my partner, loving what I know of you, and trusting what I do not yet know. Where there has been darkness, you have brought me light. Where there has been sorrow, you have brought be joy. May we walk the same path where it may lead us, knowing we can face anything together.”
Eyes moist with joy, Elijah delivered his vow in a voice that wavered for a moment and then grew strong and firm, “From this day on, I choose you, my beloved Viggo, to be my husband. To live with you and laugh with you. To stand by your side and sleep in your arms. To be joy to your heart and food to your soul. To bring out the best in you always. And, for you, to be the most that I can.”
“Entreat me not to leave you, or to return from following after you, For where you go I will go, and where you stay I will stay. Your people will be my people, and your world will be my world. Where you die, I will die and there I will be buried. Today, I take my place by your side. May our days be long, and seasoned with faith, love, understanding, and respect, forever,” they finished together, words in perfect tandem.
“Please exchange rings.”
Sean handed Elijah his ring, while Henry did the same for Viggo. Each man held out his own left hand, while the right tenderly slid the wedding band of platinum on to the proper finger of his husband. They clasped hands, both looking at the new symbol of their love.
“I hereby declare you forever joined in the ties of love and marriage. You may kiss your husband.”
Viggo leaned forward and down a little, even as Elijah stood on his toes and slid his arms around his new husband’s back. Their mouths met once, very lightly, a chaste brush of lips. And then Viggo’s arms shot around Elijah and lifted him into a passionate, breathtaking kiss.
**********
“Dominic!” Elijah yelled over the general hullabaloo of the reception. “Edible body paint? What kind of wedding present is that, you British fuck head?”
“Its practical,” Dom said very mulishly. He looked at Billy for agreement, but the Scot found convenient refuge is his flute of champagne at that moment. “After all, Viggo’s a painter, and I bet he thinks you’re the ideal canvas,” he went on, undeterred by the lack of support.
Viggo took a firmer hold of Elijah’s arm to stop his husband from bashing Dom over the head with his gift. “It was good of you to think of us,” he said calmly, even as he wondered why Dom thought they needed a hundred tubes of the paint.
“See, your husband knows a good gift when he sees it, wanker,” Dominic said with a smug little grin. “You are very welcome, Viggo. I personally recommend the blue and red from vast experience with- oomph!”
Billy chose this welcome moment to elbow Dom and hand over his own present. “Mine's nae as practical as Dommeh's, but Ah hope ye baith enjoy it.”
Elijah tore open the gift, paper flying everywhere as Viggo watched with amused eyes. “Cool, a set of matching coffee mugs with our names on them! And some sample gourmet coffee tins! Extra caffeine, too! Fucking perfect.”
Billy shrank a little from the evil look suddenly cast his direction by Viggo. “Ah ken hoo stoaner it is tae gie heem up in th' morn. These will help ye.”
“I’m sure Viggo can get him up at any time,” Dom quipped and promptly yelped as he was hit simultaneously in the head by a coffee tin and a tube of edible pink paint.
The sound of a spoon tapping against at wineglass echoing through the loudspeakers made everyone quiet down and turn toward the stage. Sean Astin stood there, a champagne flute in one hand, smiling into the microphone. “Its now my pleasant, though somewhat nerve-wracking, duty to act out my part as best man and deliver a wedding toast.”
The crowd cheered and applauded, quickly refilling their glasses with champagne.
“What can I say about these two men who have so movingly promised to be together forever today? How about who expected this when we first met each other? Anyone?”
He looked out over the sea of faces, all of whom shook their heads and mumbled nays to the question. “Viggo and Bean maybe... or Elijah and Dominic.”
Some people laughed and others turned red, but Bean yelled out, “Don’t forget all those rumors about you and Elijah... or Viggo and Orlando!”
“Oh dear God, yes... those,” Sean said, turning as bright red as a candied apple. He cleared his throat and smiled weakly at his wife, who was laughing at him. “All vicious lies.”
“Actually, it was Astin and me,” Viggo said, laughing as Elijah elbowed him to shut up.
Sean floundered about for a moment, having lost his train of thought under the sudden besieging of catcalls and comments. “But despite all these rumors and stories, I am proud and delighted to be speaking as Elijah’s best man today. I know what it takes to make a marriage last and see that in the feelings Viggo and Elijah have for each other. The way they touch, the way they talk to each other, the way that even when they are apart, there is something that seems to always bind them together... these things make me sure that there will be a forever for them.” He raised his to the crowd, tilting it toward Elijah and Viggo. “A toast to the happy couple- may they be as happy for all their life as they are in this moment.” Tipping back his head, he downed the champagne, while the crowd did the same. “And now, Viggo and Elijah will lead us all in a special dance. Everyone grab a partner!”
Viggo took Elijah’s hand, kissing the palm gently. “May I have this dance?”
“This one and all the rest,” Elijah said with a smile that lit up his face and the room around him. He practically dragged Viggo to the dance floor, as Queen’s “You’re My Best Friend” started. His arms wound around Viggo’s waist, while the taller man settled his hands on Elijah’s shoulder blades. They slow danced around the floor, not noticing as more couples joined them.
Elijah settled his head on Viggo’s chest, shutting his eyes and inhaling his husband’s scent with each deep breath. He listened not to the music, but to the beating of a steady heart under his ear. His body followed Viggo’s lead naturally, contentedly, until he became lulled into a sense of peace.
“Was this everything you hoped for, my Elijah?” Viggo whispered in his ear, voice intimate.
“I never knew to hope for this much,” Elijah replied.
A faster paced song began, but they swayed on together, unaware. The rest of the guests shimmied and grinded around them unnoticed. Dom and Billy danced by, more like fell over each other’s feet in drunken revelry, but neither Viggo or Elijah saw the way they clung together.
Viggo edged them out of the crowd, toward the exit. “Its time for us to slip away from here, as in the tradition of weddings.”
“Time for our own, private celebration,” Elijah agreed.
They broke out of the tight embrace, but kept hold of each other’s hands, as they weaved through the Conservatory’s displays. The exit doors swung open into the chilly night air. Hurrying down the steps, still hand-in-hand, they stopped in the moonlight as the sound of a clock chimes filled the air around them.
“Eight-nine-ten-eleven-twelve,” Viggo counted the last bells. His eyes turned to look at Elijah. “Merry Christmas, my love.”
“Merry Christmas, my husband,” Elijah said.
And as they hurried down the path toward their car and a more personal celebration of Christmas, the church clock played in musical chimes, “Oh night divine.”
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*sniffle*
this is so sweet!
i'm a big pubble of goo right now, and I love Secret Santa fics:D
Thankies!
Many thanks for the kind FB!
Saklani
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