Last chapter...that is really fun to say, simply because I've finally completed a multi-chapter and now I know I can do it. Thank you to all of the people who reviewed, followed, favorited, and read this story; I couldn't have done it without you!

Okay, I probably could have, but it would have been way less fun for both of us in my opinion.

TWO WEEKS LATER

Rose cheered as Amy and Rory kissed, and Melody rolled her eyes. "Seriously?" she whispered in Rose's ear, her voice barely audible over the cheers echoing through the chapel. "I think it's weird that people are watching your first official snog as husband and wife. There's no way that I'm doing that when I get married."

"Oh?" said Rose in amusement, turning to her friend. "D'you have someone in mind?"

Melody shrugged nonchalantly, but her eyes darted over to Matt (who was wearing a ridiculous Stetson and looking extremely smug) and gave her away.

"I've got bananas," said John from Rose's other side. His feet were resting on the pew and he was holding two bananas. One was already half-eaten. He handed Rose the unpeeled one. "I think that when I get married, I'm just going to have bananas instead of a wedding cake."

"I like cake!" said Rose irately. "We're having cake, John."

John grinned in an infatuated sort of way. "I never said that we were getting married."

"It's obviously a good choice, though, Rose is brilliant," said Matt loudly as he attempted to clutch his Stetson to his head and fend off a determined Melody at the same time. "You said I could wear it!" he added indignantly in Melody's direction.

"I lied," Melody responded shamelessly, climbing onto Matt's lap and pressing a light kiss to his cheek. As Matt's hands dropped to Melody's waist, she took the opportunity to snatch his Stetson and throw it across the chapel.

It landed on Amy's head.

Melody and Matt both burst out laughing.

"You are so suited for each other," Rose muttered. "I don't know how I didn't see it."

Amy hurried over, looking amused, Matt's Stetson just a little too big for her. "Oi, Matt! This yours?"

Matt and Melody looked at Amy, looked at the Stetson (which was comically perched on top of Amy's veil) looked at each other, and started laughing even harder.

"They are seriously so cute together," Melody whispered, taking out her phone and snapping a picture of John and Rose slow-dancing. "I should have tried to get them together ages ago."

"I was trying," said Matt. "Amy, Donna, and Clara too. You have no idea how satisfying this is. Ha, look at Clara!" He pointed over at Clara, who was slow-dancing with her date, Danny Pink, her chin on his shoulder and an enormous smile on her face. "Everyone's got a boyfriend these days."

"I don't have a boyfriend," said Melody with a shrug. "I have a potential boyfriend."

"Okay, fine, let's fix that," Matt replied. "Melody Smith—Pond! I meant Pond. I didn't mean—bugger." Melody's lipsticked mouth was pursed in an amused O-shape at his accidental proposal, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "Will you be my girlfriend?"

"Hell yes, sweetie!" shrieked Melody in delight, and as heads turned to look at them, she pulled him into the sort of kiss where he couldn't help but flail about. But then his hands finally managed to find her hair, and he forgot about how many people were probably looking.

Rose stared in incredulous awe as her normally-very-against-public-displays-of-affection friend Melody snogged Matt so hard that he very nearly knocked over the buffet table. "Talk about a lack of decorum," she mumbled with a little bit of admiration.

"I'm very jealous," said Jack with a grin as he waltzed past, Ianto in his arms.

"It's adorable," said John. "Although I still don't understand why she turned me down for Chinny over there."

"Aww, is Johnny's ego hurting?" Rose cooed, standing on her tiptoes to mockingly Eskimo-kiss him. John rolled his eyes and smiled. "It's okay, Johnny, I'm here for you."

"I'd rather have you than a thousand Melodies," John told her seriously.

"Sure about that, loverboy?" Rose teased.

"Positive."

They danced in silence for a while, and Rose couldn't help the bubble of happiness every time she looked up and saw John looking back at her with love in his eyes…

There was a loud crash, a shriek, and Matt's voice saying hastily, "Sorry, sorry, sorry, I'll clean it up, I swear I'll clean it up!" Her moment shattered, Rose laughed joyously and buried her face in her true love's shoulder.

Amy and Rory were dancing together, as were John and Rose, Clara and Danny, Donna and Shaun, and Martha and Mickey. Melody, however, had put a kibosh on Matt's suggestion to dance, due to the fact that he'd just knocked over the buffet table and they were going to have to clean it up. She knelt down gingerly in her long crimson dress, taking off her heels so that she could efficiently help her boyfriend clean up. "I don't even know how you do these things, sweetie," she said with a little laugh.

"It's a talent," Matt replied ruefully, picking up a shard of glass and cutting his finger. "Ow!"

Melody took his hand in hers and lightly kissed the cut, which didn't look all that deep. "Better?"

"Not really."

She laughed again. "I wasn't expecting it to be. I think I've got some Band-Aids in my pocketbook, hang on."

Matt grinned goofily as she searched through her pocketbook. "Only you."

"What?"

"Only you would bring Band-Aids to a wedding."

"Well, if I'm going somewhere with you, it's almost a given that you're going to hurt yourself."

"I resent that," Matt huffed.

"You know it's true," said Melody, taking out a Band-Aid and bandaging his finger carefully. "Is that better?"

"I think I cut my mouth too," said Matt innocently.

Melody smirked. "Need a Band-Aid?"

"It would probably help if you kissed it," said Matt pointedly.

"I thought you said that my kisses didn't really help?" Melody responded, her smirk widening.

"I'm flirting here, Pond!"

She rolled her eyes. "I'm not going to reward a poorly-disguised attempt to snog me. You have to be a little more inventive than that."

"I need mouth-to-mouth?"

"You are very plainly alive and breathing."

"Shut up," Matt muttered sulkily.

"Make me," Melody replied.

"Maybe I will!"

"You so won't."

Matt leaned forward and kissed her. It wasn't a long one, just enough to make her stare at him in indignation when he pulled away. "I just did," he said triumphantly.

"Oh, yeah?" said Melody. "Well, I can make you be quiet for the rest of the evening."

"You so can't," Matt replied confidently.

Melody leaned forward, the intoxicating scent of honey and vanilla almost overwhelming Matt, and whispered in his ear, "Remember that nightie you saw in Victoria's Secret on our second date? I'm wearing it right now underneath my dress, and I intend for you to be there when I take my dress off, as long as you keep quiet for the rest of the evening."

Matt found that he didn't have a response to that.

When they got back to Melody's flat, Matt decided that he'd been right to like that nightie.

TWO YEARS AFTER THAT

It was a remarkably sunny Monday morning, so sunny that the pavement outside the window Matt Smith was lying near was practically sparkling. But he didn't have much time to spare for sparkly pavement, as his attention was rather focused on kissing his girlfriend's neck and keeping her in the bed.

"Matt, come on," Melody mumbled. "We have the wedding to go to." Matt kissed Melody's bare shoulder. "Seriously, sweetie, if you keep on doing that, I'm going to stay in bed forever."

"That's my intention," said Matt against Melody's shoulder.

"Stop it," she giggled.

"Make me."

"Maybe I will."

The phone began to ring persistently. Matt groaned and buried his face in Melody's hair, tugging her flush against him. "Can we not answer that?"

" 'S probably Amy checking in. I've got no bloody clue as to what time it is," Melody replied.

"Probably time to get up," said Matt reluctantly. "I'm rather opposed to that idea, but whatever. According to you, we have some stupid wedding to go to."

"I'm a bridesmaid in the 'stupid wedding,' honey, the bride and groom are counting on m—"

"No they're not. Stay." Matt flipped Melody around so that she was facing him, pulled her a bit closer (which he hadn't even realized was actually possible) and kissed her soundly for about two seconds; Melody pulled away reluctantly after three.

"I'm getting up," she told him seriously. "I'm getting up, and taking a shower, and you are not joining me this time."

"But—"

"No."

"Melody," Matt whined, "taking the same shower is less time-consuming, and not to mention it conserves water."

Melody, who had donned Matt's discarded dress shirt from the previous night, rolled her eyes with a little smile. "You really know how to woo a girl, Romeo. You're telling me that those are the only reasons that you want to take a shower with me?"

Matt got up as well, and on this Monday he didn't opt for the covering of the sheet. Instead, he got off of the bed and twirled Melody around the room while she laughed her head off and choked out things like "Matt, honey, stop, I need to get ready."

"Practicing dancing with you for the wedding," Matt replied.

"What, you're going to go to the wedding in your birthday suit?"

"Do I need to wear clothes to dance?"

"Generally, yes," Melody replied in amusement. "Now let go of me, you idiot, and let me take my shower—" She groaned softly at Matt's puppy-dog eyes. "Fine. You can come too. It is just going to be a shower this time, sweetie!"

"I'm not going to hold you to that promise."

"And to think, two years ago, you were blushing furiously and hiding your delightful masculinity under the sheet," Melody teased.

"If you keep on talking like that," said Matt, "I'm going to hide everything under the sheet."

"That doesn't even make any sense!"

"You're not the boss of me, Melody Pond."

"That doesn't make sense either," said Melody contentedly. "Come on. Let's get ready for the wedding."

They drove. Melody was wearing a blue dress, her hair coiffed to its usual impeccable party 'do (which Matt found somewhat reminiscent of Marilyn Monroe), and not looking at Matt, who was wearing a fez (he wasn't going to tell her where he'd gotten it; then she'd end that fez source once and for all) and looking extremely pleased with himself.

"I'm never letting you pick anything to wear again once we're married," she said decisively. At the thought of marrying his girlfriend, Matt completely forgot that he was driving and leaned away from the wheel to kiss Melody on the mouth. She shrieked, slapped him, and shouted, "Road, sweetie!"

"Sorry, sorry! Just—did you just propose to me?"

"It's not a proposal!" said Melody huffily. "I thought it was a given that we were eventually going to get married; isn't that how relationships work? It's been about two years."

"Oh, and so two years with a steady boyfriend is an engagement?" Matt teased, a blush beginning at his ears and a grin forming at the corner of his mouth. "I'll totally marry you."

"Fine!"

"Good!"

"…um, sweetie?"

"Yeah?"

"Doesn't the man typically propose? And, you know, not while we're driving to a wedding?"

"To be fair, Melody, the first time we met was a one-night stand. If I was looking for typical, I would have left quite a while back."

Melody laughed happily. "So we're engaged now."

"Apparently so," said Matt, goofy grin at full blast.

"Funny, I don't feel much different," Melody said with a silly little smile, placing her hand over his on the steering wheel.

By the time they'd reached the chapel, Melody was extremely worried about their lateness. She kept on peering out of her window to see if there was any sort of crowd outside, leading the bride and groom to their car.

"They wouldn't have started without us," Matt told her for the fiftieth time. "Sit down, love, I'm parking."

"But if they did," said Melody, wringing her hands, "they'll be upset, and I promised I'd help the bride with her hair, and—" Matt kissed her lightly on her cheek in an attempt to calm her down. She hit him just as lightly on his cheek. "Road, sweetie!" she chided.

"Yeah, yeah, parking," Matt muttered in reply, pulling into a spot. "Here, I'll get the door for you."

"That'll take too long, I can get it myself."

"Not in those heels you can't."

"I'm perfectly capable of—"

Matt exited the car, ran around to the other side, opened the door, and picked Melody up bridal-style. She shrieked, coming very close to mortally wounding him with her stiletto, and then smiled reluctantly, winding her arms around his neck.

"There," he said triumphantly.

"I'm not a damsel in distress," Melody said sulkily.

"I know."

"I don't need you to carry me."

"I know."

"You're absolutely impossibly amazing," said Melody, turning her face into his suit jacket and smiling.

"You're going to get lipstick on my jacket," Matt said before he could think properly, and then, "Bugger, that was emotionally insensitive. Should I serenade you to make up for it? I love you too, Melody."

"You're ridiculous," said Melody into his jacket.

Matt pushed the door shut with his elbow. "I know. Shall I carry you in, milady?"

"Not a damsel."

"I don't care."

Matt walked Melody up the aisle. They were the last pair to walk up before the bride, who (according to Melody) was wearing a gorgeous gown and looking absolutely marvelous.

"These heels are murder on my feet," Melody whispered to Matt as they walked. "And for god's sake, can you take off the fez?"

"Everyone loves fezzes, honey, you're just weird," Matt responded haughtily.

Melody rolled her eyes. "As a wedding present to me, I want you to not wear a fez for all of our honeymoon."

"Oh, we're going on a honeymoon now? This is moving fast," said Matt delightedly. "Where d'you think we should go? I want to go to Egypt. Or maybe we can go to America and sit in a café like hipsters while you write and I drink decaf vanilla frappucinos. You know, I think that's going to be our signature drink."

"Stop. You're going to make me laugh in front of all of these people."

Matt grinned. "So I'm just naturally funny?"

"It's funny that you don't realize how funny you are," said Melody. "Very, very funny." They reached the raised platform, and she let out a sigh of relief. "No disasters."

Matt smiled, proud at his ability to walk down an aisle without tripping, and then he somehow managed to wedge his foot between Melody's shoe heel and her sole. She fell forward onto the platform, but he managed to twist her around so he landed on top of her.

"Are you all right?" Melody asked apprehensively from underneath Matt.

"I'm fine, Melody, I landed on you! Are you all right?" Matt jumped up, pulling his fiancée (oh, he was never going to get tired of saying that, at least until he could swap it out for wife) into his arms and turning around to face the friends and family of the bride and groom.

"I'm fine, sweetie," said Melody with a gentle laugh.

"I don't care," said Matt with a grin. "This means that I get to hold you all through the wedding reception, and no one's going to question it."

Melody hid her giggles in his shoulder as the bride walked up the aisle.

"Wow," said John softly, smiling from his position at the forefront of the platform.

Matt looked up (Melody turned slightly in his arms so that she was facing the bride) and he had to smile as well, because the bride—a certain Rose Marion Tyler-Noble—looked absolutely beautiful.

She was wearing a white dress, strapless, with a full skirt, and her hair had been done up in an elaborate twist that looked like Clara's handiwork. Her lipstick was impeccably applied—that was definitely River—and she was wearing Donna's old blue shoes.

"Ha!" said Melody softly. "Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue!"

"How are Donna's old shoes new?" Matt said out of the corner of his mouth.

"I'm talking about the dress. The dress is new."

"Oh. That makes a lot more sense." Melody laughed loudly, and at Rose's surprised look, she hid her face in Matt's shoulder. "Shock," said Matt at full volume, as an explanation. "She's in shock. I may have accidentally tripped her," he added. "But it was an accident."

Rose gave John an amused glance before walking the rest of the way up the aisle. "I love you," Matt heard her murmur to John, and he couldn't help but smile slightly.

"I love you," Melody whispered, turning away from the front of the church to face Matt. He didn't know whether or not she had heard Rose's little whisper, but he did know that, regardless of if she'd heard, it hadn't been what had made her tell him.

"I should damn well hope so," Matt replied. "You're the woman who's going to marry me, after all."

Before I go, I just want to tell you, you were fantastic. Absolutely fantastic. And do you know what? So was I.

-The Eclectic Bookworm