Hey everybody, I'm back again. Sorry it's been so long but much uni work has been required to be done :) Anyhoo, this is the chapter you've all been waiting for, THE WEDDING! Yipee! A little bit of smut here, but nothing too bad. Hope you enjoy.

Thanks to Lily for the beta.

Chapter 21: Ding Dong!

It was like going into battle, thought Mac. No, it was worse than that, at least when he went into battle he knew what it was he was supposed to be doing. Today he felt totally lost.

He was at home, Tucker was with him, the place seemed oddly quiet.

"Is there something I should be doing?" he asked for the thousandth time.

Tucker rolled his eyes. "Relax man, everything's gonna be fine."

Mac slumped. "I just feel so useless waiting around here."

"Well stand up straight, you'll wrinkle that uniform," Tucker told him with a smirk.

Mac glared at him and glanced in the mirror again, straightening his dress uniform, smoothing out invisible creases.

Moira bustled into the room, Betsy bouncing at her heels. She stopped when she saw Mac and patted his shoulder affectionately.

"You look so handsome," she told him. "Just like your father."

Mac flushed as she turned him around by the shoulders and reached up to kiss him on the cheek.

"I'm so happy for you," she said.

"Thanks mom."

"Hey Mrs Taylor, how about me?" asked Tucker with a grin, striking a pose in his tux.

Moira laughed. "You look handsome too honey," she replied.

Betsy barked her agreement. Somewhere a clock chimed.

"Time we was headin' off," said Tucker.

Mac took one last look in the mirror. In just under an hour he would be a married man. And boy was he looking forward to it.

* * *

"What kind of service was it?"

"Just a civil ceremony. Claire wasn't religious and I wasn't gonna force her."

"Were there a lot of guests?"

"Mostly Claire's friends."

"And you were nervous?"

He raises an eyebrow. "Isn't that normal?"

A smirk. "Yes."

A smile touches his face. "Felt like my stomach was trying to jump out through my mouth. But when that music started and she came through those doors… I still dream about that moment."

* * *

She was beautiful. Claire was always beautiful but today she seemed to glow. Her simple white dress and the little white flowers in her hair made her look sweet and fresh and a broad smile lit up her face as she made her way towards Mac, her arm tucked happily into that of her father.

Behind her Lisa and Cindy floated along in pale green, Cindy eyeing up the uniformed marines who had come to see their brother get hitched. Dan stood off to one side, his black eye covered with pancake make-up, also keeping a hungry if surreptitious eye on the marines. Adele stood near the front in a huge, flower be-decked hat that looked like it should be on display in a florists.

But Mac didn't see any of them; all he saw was Claire and her smile.

The registrar talked for a while about love and marriage and special bonds and Mac zoned out, just grinning at Claire. Her eyes flicked towards him and she grinned back.

He kept staring at her, in a world of his own until he felt a kick at his ankle from Tucker and realised that the registrar had asked him a question.

"Huh?" he asked and everyone in the room chuckled.

"The ring," hissed Tucker, thrusting it into Mac's hand.

"Oh, right," he muttered, taking it from his friend and slipping the plain gold band onto Claire's finger while she watched with an amused expression.

Upon instruction Claire gave him his ring and they said their I do's.

"Then I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Claire didn't need to be told twice and she practically launched herself at Mac, who caught her happily while everyone in the room cheered.

* * *

The sun had long since gone down when Mac and Claire were ushered into the honeymoon suite of their swanky downtown hotel. The party had been downstairs in the restaurant; there had been a three course meal and a live band. Claire had danced with just about everyone and even Mac had gone for a spin with a surprisingly tipsy Adele, minus her hat. The whole event had been topped off when Tucker announced that his wedding present to the happy couple would be his pride and joy, the Cadillac.

"Tuck, are you sure?" asked Mac in surprise.

Tucker shrugged. "It's the best I got," he said, "an' you an' Claire deserve the best. Besides, you guys are movin' and you ain't got no car…" he trailed off and gave another shrug.

Mac gave him a massive hug.

"You better take good care of my baby," Tucker murmured as he handed over the keys.

"You bet I will."

The party was still on downstairs, but Claire had said she was tired and wanted to get some rest so she and Mac had slipped away upstairs. But Claire seemed to get a new lease of life as she entered the room and proceeded to race around bouncing on the bed and throwing open the curtains to look at the view.

"This place is amazing!" she cried, making Mac laugh as he tossed aside her shoes which she had discarded in the elevator.

"I thought you were tired," he said, sitting on the edge of the massive bed and looking around appreciatively. Their night here was a present from Jake. "Only the best for my little girl," he'd said when he handed over the key.

Claire grinned and slunk towards him like a cat. "I lied," she purred. "I just wanted to get away from that party. And besides," she reached him and slid her hands over his chest and shoulders. "I have been wanting to muss up that uniform all day."

Mac laughed, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into his lap. "Well," he said, "this is your lucky night."

Claire giggled as he kissed her hungrily, her fingers stroking the back of his neck. His own fingers strayed to the zipper on her dress and the garment was quickly disposed of.

Claire shoved him back on the bed, straddling him as she began to slowly unbutton his uniform. Mac groaned beneath her.

"Claire honey, please," he whined, attempting to help her speed things up. But she batted his hands away.

"No way," she said. "This is my present and I want to take my time opening it."

Mac pouted. "Not fair," he muttered.

"Do I have to tie you up?" she asked. Mac's eyebrows went up and she leant forward, her lips bare millimetres from his ear. "Or would you enjoy that?" she whispered.

"You couldn't if you tried," came his slightly strangled reply.

"Oh really?"

Her weight shifted slightly and she kissed him hotly, her hands running up and down his arms, stretching them up above his head as her nails trailed over his muscles and then…

"What the hell!" exclaimed Mac as he felt something tight around his wrists and Claire sat up with a victorious grin.

"Told you I'd do it," she said and Mac shifted his head so he could see.

Much to his disbelief Claire had in fact managed to tie his hands together with something blue, lacy and elastic.

"Is that your garter?" he asked in shock.

"Yup. Not so tough now are you big guy?"

Mac laughed. "My wife is a resourceful woman," he said as she continued her slow task of removing his uniform.

Claire gave a little whoop of delight when she unbuttoned his shirt and discovered Mac wasn't wearing an undershirt. Her fingers and lips automatically took over, teasing his skin while he groaned and tried to shift his arms into a more comfortable position.

Giving up on his chest, Claire moved to his pants which made her husband moan even louder, much to her delight. When he had been stripped to her satisfaction she slowly removed her own underwear which had Mac's eyes almost popping from his head and his arms straining to be free.

Leaning forward once more she finally released his hands and his arms automatically closed around her, flipping her onto her back where he pinned her.

"My turn," he growled in her ear and Claire let out a squeal of delight as he lowered his head to hers.

"I love you Mac Taylor," she moaned into his ear.

"I love you too Claire Taylor."

"Mm, I love the sound of that Mac."

"Me too."