(private RP) the Big Day
Truth be told, weddings made Leonard fidgity. Didn't matter if he was at the altar or in a pew, but Big Days were not conductive to his sitting or standing still. The day that promised to be extraordinary and yet not change a thing was no exception.
So there he stood, fidgiting in a stiff shirt and tie, wishing he had a best man who could do anything but look so goddamn stoic.
"You don't think she's chickened out, do ya, Spock?"
"Poultry has nothing to do with it, Leonard, but if I know the colloquialism as I think I do, there is very little chance of Jim not going through with these nuptials."
"Thanks."
"You are welcome."
"And, err, try not to spend the whole ceremony studyin' Christine. That was distracting, earlier."
"Nurse Chapel was wearing a dress well suited to her eye colour and body type. I was merely appreciating the fact."
"Well, appreciate less obviously, please."
Leonard only had time for an eyeroll before the doors at the back of the chapel opened and Christine appeared, sporting a bright smile and red eyes. Well, the Vulcan could have his fill of that. He was more interested in the divine sight behind his nurse. Jim was always beautiful, it was true, but today, jaw-droppingly so.
He just stared as she followed a few steps behind her best friend, looking confident in her smile, in her love. Hair and makeup done, she looked like some sort of goddess, full of ancient wisdom and adoration. It just made him all the more certain that he loved her, but didn't deserve her.
And that dress... Dear Lord, that dress. He didn't have words for it.
When Christine smiled and nodded at him and Spock, Leonard's attention diverged for a moment to return the nod, but his attention soon went back to his bride. She was close now, close enough to see the sparling things on her dress and the love in her eyes.
"Hey," he greeted softly. "Have I mentioned lately how much I adore you?"
So there he stood, fidgiting in a stiff shirt and tie, wishing he had a best man who could do anything but look so goddamn stoic.
"You don't think she's chickened out, do ya, Spock?"
"Poultry has nothing to do with it, Leonard, but if I know the colloquialism as I think I do, there is very little chance of Jim not going through with these nuptials."
"Thanks."
"You are welcome."
"And, err, try not to spend the whole ceremony studyin' Christine. That was distracting, earlier."
"Nurse Chapel was wearing a dress well suited to her eye colour and body type. I was merely appreciating the fact."
"Well, appreciate less obviously, please."
Leonard only had time for an eyeroll before the doors at the back of the chapel opened and Christine appeared, sporting a bright smile and red eyes. Well, the Vulcan could have his fill of that. He was more interested in the divine sight behind his nurse. Jim was always beautiful, it was true, but today, jaw-droppingly so.
He just stared as she followed a few steps behind her best friend, looking confident in her smile, in her love. Hair and makeup done, she looked like some sort of goddess, full of ancient wisdom and adoration. It just made him all the more certain that he loved her, but didn't deserve her.
And that dress... Dear Lord, that dress. He didn't have words for it.
When Christine smiled and nodded at him and Spock, Leonard's attention diverged for a moment to return the nod, but his attention soon went back to his bride. She was close now, close enough to see the sparling things on her dress and the love in her eyes.
"Hey," he greeted softly. "Have I mentioned lately how much I adore you?"