With her hair up, the usual long flowing golden mane was intricately braided and layered into a bun at the back of her head. Flaxen colored bangs cut across her forehead, framing her gorgeous face touched up just tastefully enough to enhance her natural beauty rather than cover it. The dress itself was strapless, the top corset-like and wrapped around her slender figure, which it hugged tightly. It left just a tasteful amount of cleavage on display, and maybe a little bit more than tasteful if she bent over too far. The bottom half of the dress was the showstopper. Voluptuous and enormous, it bloomed like an explosive flower petal cloud that trailed far behind her as she floated through the church. Her world-famous legs were completely hidden from view by the flowing white gown. She was free from jewelry besides a couple simple yet elegant bangles on her right wrist and accompanying earrings.
The distance from the back of the church to the front was a journey that could have taken seconds, hours or years. It was impossible to tell. All he knew was that very suddenly she was there, kissing her father on the cheek and ascending the steps up to the altar until she stood opposite him, her bridesmaids in a line behind her. She, the superstar who had spent nearly all of her life in front of crowds, actually looked nervous. But, the good kind of nervous. The excitable kind.
"Hey Stephens." She whispered through soft pink glossy lips.
"Hey Swift." He whispered back.
"Ok you two lovebirds." Blake Lively said, looking back and forth between them. She was officiating the ceremony, wearing the hell out of a black pantsuit with a flamboyantly white collar. "...Ready for it?" They both nodded, but only had eyes for each other as she began speaking. "You two are in love, and this love? This love is good..."
Her words about love, about their love, echoed in their ears, but they didn't really hear her. The crowd certainly did though. She got a few laughs here and there, especially when she asked for any objections, and if there were, they had better speak now. Mostly though, there were sweet sighs, the occasional sniffle and happy tears ricocheting down smiling faces. When it came time for the vows, Cole took Taylor's guitar-string scarred hands in his and recited what he had toiled over endlessly in the days preceding this. He didn't know how he made it through without breaking down, but by the time he was finished, there wasn't a dry eye in the house. Then it came time for hers, and as she sang them out softly, the poetic prose that dripped from her heavenly lips was almost too much for him to bear. A couple of tissues later and the "I do's" followed, along with the exchanging of rings. While not as flashy as her stunning engagement ring, both rings were a fair deal shinier than any paper ones that would have sufficed.
"I now pronounce you, man and wife." Blake said, clapping her hands together. "Now kiss!"
And right there where they stood, on holy ground, they kissed. They kissed as if it was their last one. And in a sense, it was. The last kiss of their old lives and the first one of their new lives, now tied together by an invisible string. Hand in hand, they left the church to tumultuous cheering that not even a pack stadium could compete with. There was a getaway car awaiting them to take them to the reception. To say that no funny business went on in the back of that car would be a lie, but don't blame them, love made them crazy.
After a quick photography shoot, of pictures they'd never want to burn, out of the woods and down by the lakes, the reception began. It would go on to become the stuff of legends. A whirlwind celebration of love and fun that would long live in the memories of all who attended, going back to December every time it t'was the damn season. It couldn't have been more perfect if this was a movie. Long story short, it was simply, the best day. Yes, there were some silly wedding clichés, like when they smeared red velvet wedding cake on each other's faces, and maybe even a conga line or two led by the father of the bride. A first dance where they shook it off on the dance floor before slow dancing with their hands tied together under a great big spinning mirrorball. Guests were constantly sneaking peeks at their elaborate gift bags, each one containing a personalized cardigan, an ivy and willow covered hand written thank you message in a bottle, amongst many other elaborate and thoughtful tokens. There were also more than enough inappropriate toasts that had the many of the non-celebrity attendees blushing furiously. Selena Gomez, the maid of honor, had her hands full swatting microphones out of drunken celebrities' hands before they revealed something just a bit too inappropriate for a hall filled with relatives.
There were all the models (former and current) that took up three tables by themselves. They were downing drinks like out of work miners during a goldrush. Any good-looking bloke or lass that happened to stray too close to their beautiful cluster found themselves propositioned with almost blinding speed. The lucky ones found themselves spending well more than seven minutes in heaven with an unbelievable Victoria's Secret to keep. None were guiltier of this than Cara Delevingne, Martha Hunt and Gigi Hadid. With a weekend hall pass granted by their significant others, the three of them were racking up numbers that would quickly pass into double digits while the night was still young. Taylor and Cole both had to turn down their increasingly drunken propositions on the hour, every hour, until finally the trio retired to their shared room with what seemed somewhere between fifteen to 22 of the wait staff in tow. Blake Lively and Ryan Reynolds were surveying the party for a suitable guest, man or woman, to bring back up to their hotel room for a night of fun. Camila Cabello, who was newly single and ready to mingle, was on the prowl for a hookup, keeping several guys on the line throughout the night, trying to decide which one she wanted. When she couldn't decide, she simply invited them all. Selena Gomez originally had her eyes on an especially handsome bartender, to whom she was chatting most of the night but ended up taking a better man up to her hotel room, the best man, actually.
Of course, with the many other rich and famous attendees, their proclivities towards the insatiable had to be tamped down more than once by Taylor herself, taking up the microphone and asking them to tone it down, just a bit. That was almost always followed by the crowd calling for a song, which she begrudgingly would oblige, beckoning the HAIM sisters to come up and join her. It was all in good fun, certainly nothing worth having bad blood over. And the only teardrops on her guitar that night, were ones of joy.
Even with all that, as the happy couple made their rounds of greeting and small talk, they walked in on more than a couple of couples in various stages of undress. Whether that be the bathroom, behind the bar, or even under a dining table. Each and every time they were asked to join in by whomever it was. Taylor and Cole turned them all down without a second thought. It wasn't that they wouldn't ever invite the occasional guest into their martial bed, but right now, they only wanted each other. Even as the party raged on, getting more and more wild as each hour passed, it couldn't last forever. At least, not for the newlyweds. Finally, in the wee hours of the morning, at long last, they had to admit it was time to go. They said their goodnights and stumbled, drunk on love more than anything else, back to their penthouse suite.
***
Somewhere well passed 2AM and with an empty bottle of Dom Perignon clutched in Cole's hand, the couple stopped just before their door. There were no champagne problems tonight as he carelessly dropped the bottle and swept up his blushing bride in his strong arms. Opening the door with his foot, he carried her across the threshold, a cascade of white trailing behind both of them. It was dark inside, even darker once the door shut behind them. There was an almost sobering silence, as the couple looked at one another, all alone now. As one, they glanced towards the enormous bed, covered in rose petals. Their faces were very close, what with her toned arms draped around his neck.
"Well...come on then, Mrs. Swift. Shall we?"
"I think we shall, oh husband of mine." She said, throwing her head back laughing at the formality with which they spoke.
When the laughter died out, she pursed her lips, leaning forward for a kiss. Slowly and sensually their mouths came together, exploring tenderly. Walking them over to the bed, he deposited her gently upon the delicate red petals. With the night nearly gone and sunrise just around the corner, the newly married couple prepared to be together for the first time as husband and wife. Propped up on her elbows, she looked at him like a wide-eyed innocent, love emanating from every fiber of her being. It was the very same look she'd given him a lifetime ago, when they had made love together for the first time. It was a look that said I'm only me when I'm with you. It would have been easy to say that everything had changed because they were now together, forever and always. And yet, in some ways, it was exactly the same as it had always been, two people who belonged together.
"Cole..." She started to say, but found herself at loss for words. "I...I..."
