Author's Note: All participants are over 18 years of age, and this is purely a work of fiction, it in no way represents the true character of any real persons depicted.
'Thank you! Thank you all so much for coming out to the show tonight! Goodbye and goodnight!' Under raucous cheers, Kureiji Ollie made her way off stage. Her concert had been a great success, and now that it was over, she felt a great sense of relief. She had a light, airy bounce to her step as she skipped backstage, still giddy with excitement while her beaming smile stretched from ear to ear.
She was heading for her dressing room when a familiar voice stopped her in her tracks. 'Psst... Ollie, over here.' Her head whipped around in the direction of your voice and her eyes lit up as she spotted you. She gasped and hurried over, looking around to make sure that no one else was in the vicinity.
'Wh-What are you doing here?' she said, her voice quivering with excitement.
'I had to see you come and perform of course!' you whispered excitedly. 'But then when I saw you up on that stage, so beautiful in the spotlight I just... I couldn't help it. I had to come and see you properly so I could say hello.' Her eyes sparkled as you took her hands in your own and smiled at her. 'I-I know you said that we had to keep our relationship a secret so I snuck back here, I'm sorry if I've made things difficult for you.'
She silenced you with a kiss and then shook her head. 'Don't be silly. Come on, follow me this way, quickly.' She urged you as she then hurried through the narrow corridors and dragged you along behind her, sneaking you through more of the backstage area before getting to her dressing room. Once inside, you were all over each other, your arms wrapped around one another as you pressed your bodies together as closely as possible while making out heavily, hardly even giving yourselves any time to breathe.
You eventually broke the kiss and pulled away; you had more important reasons for why you needed to see Ollie. 'Ollie... I have something I need to ask you.' You slipped her off your lap gently and had her stand up before you got to your feet in front of her as well. And then you dropped to one knee. Ollie's eyes widened with confusion. You smiled to hide your nerves. You reached into your pocket and pulled forth a tiny, velvet box. You popped it open, and a single ring sat in the middle. A brilliant ruby shone brightly, set within the thin, interconnected golden bands.
'Kureiji Ollie... will you make me the happiest man in the world, and do me the honour of becoming my beautiful, perfect wife?... Will you marry me?' You were frozen in time as you waited for her answer, you didn't take a single breath, and your heart stopped beating for a moment. Her face was hidden behind her hands so it was hard to tell what she was thinking. Her eyes were still wide and trembling now as they filled with tears, and then she lowered her hands to reveal the most breathtaking smile imaginable. All it took was one word to kickstart your body back into motion and elevate you to cloud nine:
'Yes.'
Life was a whirlwind after that. You could hardly remember what happened over the rest of that night, but you remembered that you and Ollie never left each other's side, and you knew it was the greatest night of either of your lives so far. (It was the best night Ollie could remember from BOTH her first, and her second, undead life.) The wedding was set, and planning was all that occupied both of your lives and thoughts. For a brief period, you both thought of eloping off to Vegas to get officially hitched as quickly as possible, but that wouldn't do, you both still wanted a proper wedding night, even if you couldn't have some large extravagant affair as you tried to keep things under wraps to uphold Ollie's important yet fragile public image as an idol.
Seeing as it was just going to be a very intimate and small occasion then, with only your closest friends and family involved, that meant both the ceremony and reception could be organised rather quickly, and so, it wasn't even a month after your proposal before the fated day was upon you, and you found yourself dressed in your finest tux -- one you bought just for the occasion itself -- standing at the end of the aisle, and waiting for your beloved bride to come strutting down to you.
The venue was still a stunning place, a beautiful vineyard out in the countryside, it was perfect. It was just the right size to host a smaller, cosier ceremony as well as being able to host the reception afterwards, and it was out of the way enough so that there wouldn't be any unwanted attention. And the view was something out of an artist's masterpiece. With a backdrop of rolling, lush, green hills, dotted with bountiful grapevines as far as the eye could see. The sky was just as picturesque, with streaks of crimson and hues of orange and pink reflecting off the few clouds; the sun was setting just as Ollie began her long, slow walk down the aisle.
Your breath caught in your throat, and everything else faded away from view as you couldn't take your eyes off your glorious, blushing bride, she was even more stunning than anything. She'd let her hair down, and her white and red curls fell down past her shoulders, perfectly framing her gorgeous face which was obscured by a thin veil. Her usual choker was replaced with a white one for today, still with a heart in the middle. Her dress was strapless and sleeveless, her shoulders fully exposed as well as a majority of her chest, the tight, pristine dress barely clinging to her small pert breasts, looking like it could slip and fall away at any moment. The dress was very form-fitting, and it was a nice look to see her in a white outfit -- so bright it seemed to be glowing -- instead of her much more common darker clothes. The skirt of her dress followed her legs all the way down to the floor, the tail trailing behind her just a bit, though there was a slit through the front, letting one of her legs free so she wouldn't trip, it also gave a great view of her curvy leg, and showed that she was wearing silky, white stockings up to the middle of her soft, deliciously plump thighs. And to top it all off she wore white high heels that made her walk with such a posture that only further accentuated the sensual curves of her body.
She was the perfect blend of sex, beauty, and serenity.
You couldn't help but smile as she stopped by your side. She handed off her bouquet of black and red roses to her maid of honour and took your hands into her grasp instead. You couldn't take your eyes off of hers as the marriage celebrant got the ceremony underway.
Neither of you looked away during the whole thing, and within the small crowd of emotional onlookers, many a tear was shed during your and Ollie's heartfelt exchange of vows. You presented each other with your rings, that would signify your bond for the rest of your lives. First, you slipped Ollie's onto her finger, a second ring of gold -- much simpler than the engagement ring you gave her earlier, though this one was carved with an inscription of your promise to be together forever -- came to rest against the first ring you gifted her.
'I do,' you said when asked if you'd take her to be your wife.
Ollie took up a matching ring and squeezed your hand gently, gliding the gold over your finger, her shimmering, teary eyes stared into yours and she said the words "I do" as well.