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*****
"Nyssa, open the door!" Sara whined.
"No, I feel ridiculous." Nyssa hissed through the door.
"No, you're just acting like it." Sara grumbled, and then after a pause reminded her former lover, "You know I can pick the lock, or breakdown the door, both thanks to your training, so you might as well..."
Before Sara could finish her threat Nyssa accepted her fate, slowly opening the door and looking at the woman she once thought she'd marry and asked softly, "So?"
"Nyssa... you're beautiful!" Sara exclaimed breathlessly, "Laurel is going to love it."
"Really?" Nyssa checked, "You don't think it's too much?"
"Not at all." Sara insisted, guiding her ex-girlfriend over to a full-length mirror and making her look at herself, "See? You're perfect."
Nyssa smiled softly, then grumbled, "It's not me though."
"Who cares?" Sara shrugged, "I'll take pants and a tank top almost any day over a dress, but for my wedding? Even I wore a dress."
"I know. I was there, remember?" Nyssa questioned dryly.
"I remember." Sara grinned, before nudging her, "Didn't you fuck my sister in the bathroom?"
"No!" Nyssa protested, truly scandalised, before admitting, "You're thinking of one of our double dates. For your wedding I was good and waited until we got home."
"If you say so." Sara said sceptically, before insisting, "The point is, I felt ridiculous too, even got cold feet. Came up with all kinds of reasons not to go out there and marry the woman I loved, and then the second we were standing at the altar everything clicked, and I wondered why I was so afraid. And now? Now I've never been happier. No offence."
"None taken." Nyssa smiled, "And me too."
"Good." Sara smiled, "So go out there and marry my sister."
There was a brief pause and then Nyssa said firmly, "I assure you, I am uncomfortable in this dress, because I'm in comfortable in this dress. It is not a metaphor for anything. This is the happiest day of my life, and my feet are not cold. They are fine, and I am better than fine. I'm marrying the love of my life, and I cannot wait to start spending our lives together as a married couple. Do you truly doubt that?"
"No, but you can't blame a girl for making sure." Sara pointed out.
"When it's you I can." Nyssa quipped, before gently asking, "But if you're feeling uneasy, can you check on my bride? Make sure she isn't feeling the same cold feet as you were?"
"Absolutely." Sara nodded, but instead of leaving she just stared at Nyssa for a few long seconds.
Which prompted Nyssa to ask, "What is it?"
"Nothing." Sara answered unconvincingly, and then when Nyssa gave her a look she admitted, "It's just... it's funny you know? How life works out sometimes? I remember promising myself I would never get married, and then thinking if I ever did, it would only ever be to you. And now, here we are."
"Here we are." Nyssa nodded, before revealing, "I always desired a bride, and I did think it would be you. But I'm glad it is not, as I believe we have truly found the right person for us."
"Wow..." Sara chuckled, "How did a pair of assassins get so lucky?"
"I have no idea. But I intend to spend the rest of my life earning it." Nyssa confessed.
"Me too." Sara agreed.
"Now, please check on my bride." Nyssa asked, before cautiously adding, "Sister?"
"No problem, sister." Sara smiled, kissing the other woman's cheek before leaving the room.
*
"So, wanna run away together?" Felicity joked, breaking the silence which had fallen over her and Laurel. Then when she received a stern look for it she began to babble, "What? That would be a hilarious twist given how you two met? And of course I'm joking, because I love Sara, and hey, pregnant here, so I'm not actually running anywhere..."
"It's okay, Felicity, I get it." Laurel reassured, and then unable to resist grinned, "But I'm just not that into you, so you have to settle for Sara."
"What? No, I... it was a joke!" Felicity protested, then sighing in relief when the conversation was interrupted by a knock, prompting her to call out, "Come in."
"Sara, just in time." Laurel grinned as her sister slipped into the room, "Felicity was just trying to upgrade from you to me."
"It was a joke." Felicity repeated weakly.
There was a brief pause in which Sara pretended to look angry, then she grinned and teased, "That's just because she wants to be the filling in a Lance sister sandwich, but like I keep telling her, we've got to invite Nyssa to, otherwise it would just be rude."
"Oh God, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" Laurel grumbled.
"Among other things." Sara admitted shamelessly, approaching her sister, "But I'm willing to let you two have your honeymoon first.