Disclaimer: I do not own Arrow or anything to do with DC. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Sara Lance did not spend a long time dreaming about her wedding day. No, that was her sister's thing. Laurel wanted the big white wedding, while Sara wasn't even sure she wanted to get married. Then she became an assassin, then a vigilante, making the idea of the so-called happy ending more and more absurd.
Hell, it didn't even seem likely after she got like the best girlfriend ever, and yet, here she was, walking down the aisle of the big white wedding of Laurel's dreams, surrounded by her smiling friends and family. The only thing absent was the perfect groom, which was more than fine with Sara, because she had the perfect bride.
Of course during that long walk down the aisle, and especially leading up to it, Sara was almost overwhelmed by the need to run away. Run away from this commitment. From this normality. From this happiness.
Her happiness, and more importantly Felicity's. Because sure, one of the voices in her head told her she was being selfish with going through with this, and the right thing to do was to leave and save Felicity from the inevitable pain of being with her, but deep down she knew Felicity Smoak was just as deep into the vigilante life as she was, and the only way Sara could protect her now was to stay and not fuck this up.
So she forced herself to stay, and when she was actually up there, standing in waiting for the woman she loved, a weird sense of contentment fell over her.
That was quickly replaced by overwhelming happiness as 'Here Comes The Bride' began playing and all eyes turned from her to Felicity Smoak in her wedding dress. Like her bride Felicity was escorted down the aisle by her father, the only difference being that Felicity had recently reconnected with hers while Sara had always been close with her father.
Of course Sara barely gave him a second glance, or anyone else for that matter, as she only had eyes for her beautiful bride. She didn't even care the grin crossing her face was big and goofy, because Sara just couldn't contain her happiness in this wonderful moment, which continued to be the case as Felicity close the distance between them with an equally happy smile on her face, albeit softer and more becoming.
Honestly Sara kept waiting to be interrupted by some big bad, as things had just been going too well lately, but everything went off without a hitch and the next thing she knew they were being officially pronounced wife and wife. Mrs and Mrs Lance. Mrs Sara Lance and Mrs Felicity Lance!
And then she was kissing her bride, everyone was clapping and God, it was just perfect. The reception, less so. The speeches were a bit too long, and embarrassing, and everybody clearly drunk too much considering how embarrassing some of the dancing was, especially from her father, and her ex-girlfriend was all over her sister.
Of course, the last thing was only a problem because Sara felt a little weird being so jealous of Nyssa and Laurel for getting some action with each other. But Sara was determined to be the perfect gentlewoman, and wait until after the ceremony to pounce on her bride. Although the second it was over, all bets were off.
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"Sara, cut it out." Felicity giggled unconvincingly as Sara pushed her up against the wall next to their honeymoon suite, "We're almost there, just save it for when we're inside."
"Then hurry up, or I'll start fingering you right here." Sara growled into Felicity's ear in between kisses to her neck.
Knowing for a fact that was a promise, not a threat, Felicity did her best, but Sara just wouldn't leave her alone, pressing up against her back when she was finally able to pull away and lock the door, which was a little annoying, so Felicity huffed, "There, was that so bad, Ms Patients?"
"That's Mrs Patients." Sara murmured against the soft flesh of Felicity's neck.
"Oh, excuse me. I stand corrected." Felicity said mockingly.
"No you don't." Sara grinned with delight, picking Felicity up.
"Hey! Put me down!" Felicity protested automatically, before realising she was in the bridal style, and... well, she was now a bride, so, "Oh, you wanna do the 'carry the bride across the threshold' thing?"
"No, I need too." Sara announced proudly, before quipping, "Unless you're going to do it."
"Hey, I could." Felicity whined unconvincingly, "I've been getting stronger, you know? I even have abs now, and everything."
"I know." Sara grinned proudly, "But to me, you're as light as a feather. And besides, I don't trust you not to drop me on my head."
Even though she knew full well she'd probably do that Felicity placed her hand to her chest, and huffed, "Huh, I have never been so insulted in my whole entire life. I should demand a divorce."