as promised, epilogue fluff

Clarke stood in front of the full length mirror in the tiny corner room, hoisting her strapless dress up and trying to secure it in place. Abby appeared behind her, eyes brimming with tears and a proud smile.

"Oh honey," she managed. "You are so beautiful."

Clarke turned to face her mother, smiling, as Abby reached out to tuck one of the curls back into place. There was a soft knock on the door, and a moment later Thelonious appeared.

"Clarke, the photographer is ready for first looks."

Clarke's heart fluttered as she picked up the bottom of her dress and headed to the door. Stopping in front of the large man, she leaned up to kiss him on the cheek. "Thank you," she whispered. "For everything."

Her best friend's father, now her own stepfather, had accepted her offer to walk her down the aisle with a giant bear hug and maybe a few tears. She knew both Wells and Jake would be okay with it- after all, those three had been the men of her heart for a very long time, it was only fitting.

Abby joined her husband at the door as she watched one of Clarke's bridesmaids escort her out to the meeting spot where Bellamy waited- Clarke laughed to herself as she saw him swaying absentmindedly, mentally going through all the steps of the waltz they learned for their first dance.

Harper, Clarke's childhood friend, now bridesmaid, hung up the phone with the photographer. "Alright, lady. They're ready for you, just around the corner." She gave Clarke's hand an encouraging squeeze. Clarke rounded the corner, Bellamy standing just a ways down the path, with his back to her. She took a moment to let her eyes drag over his form- it was her day, after all.

When she was just a few meters away, she stopped, taking a deep breath. "At ease, Captain."

Bellamy turned slowly, his eyes raking up and down her body- he was beaming. "You look… breathtaking, princess."

She reached for him, tucking her head below his chin and wrapping her arms around his midsection. Bellamy kissed into her hair- an elaborate braid that Monroe and Octavia no doubt teamed up to complete. They savored their quiet stolen moment, before the reality of wedding day chaos ensued.

Stepping back, the photographer waved and said she'd gotten the shots she needed. Lingering for a moment longer, Bellamy puffed out his chest with a goofy grin, "You ready to do this thing?"

"It's go time!" She held her hand up dramatically for a high-five, Bellamy laughing as he conceded. She spun on her heels- letting her dress twirl like a little girl playing dress up- to head back to the house, looking over her shoulder to give him a sly wink.

The ceremony was fairly small and simple. The Bunker was covered in sparkling lights and peonies and purple hydrangeas in mason jars, lavender and white pennant flags laced the wrap-around porch.

Jasper and Monty stood up with Bellamy, as Octavia and Harper joined Clarke in their light purple sundresses. Clarke carried a delicate bouquet with various shades of purple hydrangeas as Thelonious walked her down the aisle, fifty-or-so close friends and family sitting in rows in the white chairs lining the grass walkway.

They spoke softly through laughter and tears as they said their vows- eyes only on each other, no one else was there.

"Do you, Clarke Elise Griffin take this man, to have and to hold, in sickness and health to be your husband?"

She smiled, "I do."

"And do you, Bellamy Landon Blake," Bellamy eyed Jasper who let out a snort, "take this woman, to have and to hold, in sickness and health to be your wife?"

Clarke is beaming when Bellamy returned his attention, and he loses himself in her eyes. A soft halo of light encompasses her as the sun begins to sink in the sky behind them. The official waited patiently for Bellamy's answer, and Clarke tries to hide her amusement as she reaches over to nudge him lightly.

"Aha, oh, right. I do!" He managed, and laughter echoed through the crowd- mostly from Jasper.

The reception was on the shore, tables set with lanterns dangling along the perimeter of the area- dance floor set with DJ in the corner.

All of the usual jams were played- both Electric and Cha-Cha slides, the Macarena, even Love Shack. Everyone had a blast on the dance floor- getting sweaty and rolling up their sleeves. The sun was setting and the mood shifted, the DJ playing The Way You Look Tonight, and Bellamy took Clarke's hand and pulled her to the middle of the floor- and into him. They swayed slowly as the song blocked out all the distractions around them. Bellamy held onto his wife's waist, and Clarke's hands were linked behind her husband's neck, eyes locked on each other, voices in a low whisper, laughing about the look on Lincoln's face when Octavia caught the bouquet, and catching Jasper stuffing appetizers into his pocket for later.

It Had to Be You played next, and Clarke looked around at the other couples making their way to the dance floor- Abby and Thelonious, Octavia and Lincoln, even Jasper was dancing with Harper (this could be dangerous.) Clarke leaned in to rest her head on Bellamy's chest, her body melting into his.

After they served the cake, (Clarke of course smashing a handful of red velvet cake smashed into her husbands face) Bellamy wrapped his arms around Clarke, hoisting her over his shoulders and carried her to the lake and dumping her below to frigid water. Clarke wriggled around screaming and laughing as the cameras flashed and Bellamy puffed out his chest in victory.

The weather was warm that night and they splashed around before heading back to the dance floor to join the crowd singing along to Don't Stop Believing.

The party finally cleared out several hours later, leaving tear down until the next day after Bellamy and Clarke had left for their honeymoon. Clarke collapsed onto the big king sized bed in the room overlooking the lake. It was quiet but for the crickets chirping and the lake lapping against the shore.

"Everything aches," she moaned.

Bellamy was loosening his tie as he kicked off his shoes- he smirked.

Clarke sat back up, moving to release her hair from the (now) messy braid- loose hairs flying everywhere. She slid her heels off before standing back up and sliding her hands around Bellamy.

"Hello, husband."

Bellamy's eyes crinkled through his smile, "Hello, wife." He bent down to kiss her gently, Clarke moaning against him. She pulled back and buried her head in his chest. "My back is killing me," she groaned.

Bellamy pulled back and spun her around, unzipping her dress and letting it fall to the floor. He scooped her up into his arms and moved her to the bed, taking a moment to strip down to his boxers before following suit and settling on his side. "C'mere," he beckoned and pulled her close to his side.

Suddenly his fingers were working her knotted muscles and Clarke struggled to keep her eyes open as she sat there, body relaxing.

Bellamy leaned in to whisper in her ear, "We've got our whole lives for wedding night activities. Tonight, let's just sleep."

"Mhm," she replied, already half asleep.

Bellamy kissed the back of her head and reached to turn out the lamp- their bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces.