A/N: This chapter is very long, and entirely fluff/smut. Don't like, don't care, don't read. :) But it's a happy, girly ending to a long and stressful time for Leah. So...there you are.

I don't own Twilight, but Nathan and Sandy and the people you don't know are mine.

Weddings are a good time to explain everything. Everyone's happy, everyone's smiling, and goddammit if any Volturi show up they can take a goddam number.

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"Lee? Wake up honey. They're going to kick me out soon."

I opened my eyes slowly, luxuriating in the feeling of his fingers trailing down my side. His other hand tangled in my hair, stroking my chipped ear. I glanced at my clock. The red numbers burned 6:49 into my sleep filled eyes.

"Already?" I looked at the circles around his eyes. "Did you sleep at all?"

"Nah," he said, tracing across my stomach now. "I was watching you sleep." I smirked.

"Really? That's all?" I muttered slyly.

He blushed.

"That explains my dream," I smiled, "You're allowed to touch. I'm yours. Why didn't you wake me? I could use some fun before the hell." He smirked sheepishly.

"It's not going to be hell."

I rubbed my eyes and rolled on top of him, splaying my legs. We kissed for a very long time before he flipped us over and curled me closer. I sucked on his tongue, pressing my legs against his.

Sandy knocked on the door, and I groaned. Nathan rolled off of me, sighing, as I grabbed my comforter and threw it over him.

"Come on in," I sighed, reluctantly hooking my bra back up. I cast around the room as she opened the door, pulling some red shorts and a dark tank top on while she waited.

"Hey Nate," Sandy smirked, seeing him cringe, trying to hide his hard on.

"You couldn't have come in like...ten minutes?" he complained, rolling over. I stretched, watching his eyes rake over my stomach as the shirt pulled up.

"I knew it," she said, smirking at her brother then at me, "No stamina. Ten minutes? Really?" He threw a pillow at her, which she dodged, laughing.

"The alarm clock's coming next, Sandra," he growled, yanking the thing up in his hand menacingly. She skipped out of the door, laughing.

I walked over to kiss him goodbye, then climbed on top of him instead. "Who cares about Sandy," he sighed into my lips. I reached back to unhook my bra again as he pulled up my shirt.

"Sandy," I complained as she dragged me off of him by my hair.

"Let the boy jerk off in peace," she said, pulling me out.

"He wouldn't have to if you showed up in ten minutes," I muttered rebelliously.

"Hey, do you want me here or not?" she challenged. I gave up.

"Yeah..." I grinned ruefully. "I'd freak out." We walked into the woods, stripped down, then phased.

So, Sandy started, Let's run.

Bachelorette party, here I come, I twittered excitedly.

La Push style, she snickered.

We ran. We got to probably...I don't know...Canada somewhere? Distances are strange in wolf. We went pretty far. Bride-to-be adrenaline.

You all packed? she asked as we reentered the Forks area, about seventeen hours later. I was tired, but not much: it was the day before my wedding.

Yeah, I smiled, anticipating, we're all boxed up and it's going to the post office today. Mom's taking it.

We trotted up to the woods near my back porch. Emily's car was parked out front. I phased, dressed, and walked into the door. Sandy was going back to her place to shower and change.

"Okay guys," I called into the living room, and my mother and Emily fluttered in. Claire toddled in their wake, smiling and sucking on her hand.

"Leah," my mother said, her voice choked up. "You're getting married tomorrow!"

"I hadn't known, Ma," I said smiling. I forestalled their girlish questions with outstretched hands. "Shower. I need a shower." I darted back upstairs, relaxing in the warm water. The house wasn't the same without Nathan's constant presence. I hadn't showered alone in a while. I sighed, rubbing a disproportionate amount of conditioner through my short hair. I dried off, pulling leggings and a green tube dress. I tossed together two quick, cute braids, then trotted downstairs. Thoughtful Mom had made pancakes, which I inhaled.

"Ready, ladies?" I said, shoving on some flip flops.

"YEZ LEE-LEE!" Claire squealed.

"You're getting your nails painted, right Claire?" I asked, scooping her into my arms. "What color?"

"Wed! Cwai hab wed nails!" she giggled.

I carried her to the car, and we chattered about preschool, about her friend Tristan, about Nathan and me getting married, and her flower girl dress.

Mani/pedis in Port Angeles. Early dinner at a restaurant. Mom drove on the way home, and I fell asleep to the chatter of the girls, Claire tucked into my warm arms.

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My bed wasn't exactly cold, as per me being a werewolf, but the effect was the same.

Nathan had gone running with Jake and Seth and Quil while I flittered through the day with my ladies-in-waiting.

I opened my eyes. Today. I was getting married. Nathan.

The next several hours were a blur. Sandy and Emily and Mom and Granny running around the house, taking pictures and putting on dresses. I was hooked into a black corset, my white strapless dress flowing like clouds over my body, down to my calves. I blinked my carefully made up eyes at my reflection as Emily wove small braids into my loose hair, lilac ribbons interspersed.

I almost ran to the beach, and it was difficult to wait behind everyone while Claire skipped down the aisle hand-in-hand with Emily. Sandy went next. I stared down the center row at Nathan. Done up all in white. Seth walked with me down the aisle, in place of Dad, and kept me on pace. Otherwise the bride would have tackled the groom and half of the wedding party, and that's not very ladylike. We walked forward, and Seth kissed me on the cheek and shook Nathan's hand. I spared a grin for him and took Nathan's hand.

"Never let go," he whispered softly. I only smiled, my eyes glistening with tears.

I honestly didn't hear Billy say anything the entire time. I slid Nathan's ring onto his finger. He put the thin, gold band onto my finger, and my eyes closed.

"Do you, Leah Juliet, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, and to love and cherish him for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do," I said, my voice strong, "Forever."

"And do you, Nathan Elliot, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, and to love and cherish her for as long as you both shall live?"

"Yes," he whispered, his face like the sun breaking through a cloud, "I do."

"Then I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your bride," he said to Nathan. He leaned in slowly and pressed his lips to mine softly, unbearably tender. We broke apart, laughing, then he picked me up ant twirled me in his arms. My mother sobbed gently in the front row while Granny Clearwater smiled at me, stamping her cane in approval. He carried me down the aisle, as I curled into his chest.

We had to stop so that everyone could greet us, and I smiled and beamed and shared my excitement with everyone. I scooped up Claire and twirled around with her as she said, "Yoo mawwied! Yoo mawwied!" I jumped up and down ecstatically with Emily and Sandy, kissed my sobbing mother and hugged Granny, who was smiling at me because she knew everything was well again. I kissed him in between people.

Quil, Embry, and Jacob attacked Nathan, ruffling his hair and shoving him around. Quil broke off first and hugged me, followed by the other two goofballs. "Hey Nathan hey Nathan, you gonna do some doggy style?" Embry muttered, shoving Nathan on the shoulder. I laughed and punched him, giggling more when he winced and scurried back to Gianna. She was standing back, near Jasper. They were pretty good buddies. She wasn't having an easy time around humans, but she glowed even happier as her eyes turned slowly gold and she kissed Embry without wincing. Just in case, Jasper was sticking around to calm her down. Alice stood next to him, arms around his waist.

"Ready?" Jake said. We smiled and started walking to where the reception was. I was fully ready to celebrate, because there was no possible way I could be happier.

Sandy stood with the same band that Emily had found before.

"May I now present Mr. and Mrs. Nathan Elliot Rowan!"

The words elated me. "Leah Juliet Rowan," Nathan said. I shivered at the ecstasy of my new name. As the band started up, I curtsied to him and we revolved, twirling beautifully. I kissed him slowly, trembling in his arms. I smiled away, blissfully dancing for a while, then eating, then talking. It passed in a beautiful sort of clarity; I'd never forget this ever.

"Leah," Emily said, laughing, "Your turn!" I smiled and grabbed my bouquet from my table.

"Ready ladies?" I called. The single girls, including a toddling Claire, surged forward. I giggled and picked up Claire in one arm before I turned backwards. "Three, two, one!" I squealed, tossing the roses.

I heard Sandy's triumphant shriek, and turned to see her run into Seth's arms. I laughed.

"I got it! I got it, Seth!" she squealed ecstatically before throwing her arms around him and kissing him.

"Oh Leah!" Nathan called, as Embry, smirking, plopped a chair in the middle of the dance floor before returning to Gianna. He kissed her, and I grinned at them, before I froze, remembering what came next. I blushed, but eagerly walked over and sat. Nathan lifted my skirt, smiling up at me before disappearing. I felt his tongue against my thigh as he traced my blue lace garter with his lips. After a too short moment, he hooked his teeth into it and tugged it down, over my calf and one bare, sandy foot. He grinned at me, then closed his eyes and leaned back, shooting it over the crowd. I watched its arc with a little anxiety.

"Oh HELL no," I groaned as Jake said "Oh CRAP." The crowd laughed and jeered as Jacob stared at the garter in his hands. Nessie laughed, clapping her hands at Jake. Nathan rolled his eyes at us, then blindfolded a heartily protesting Jacob. Quil shoved him forward, and he tripped near my feet.

"Don't touch anything," I hissed.

"Or I'll break your face," Nathan said cheerily.

Jake sighed, clamping the elastic in his teeth. After a very uncoordinated moment, he found my foot and started tugging the thing up my leg. I grew visibly more uncomfortable as he reached above my knee. He slid the garter a bit past my knee, then stopped.

"If I go any further, Nate will kill me." He ducked out, shaking his head and tugging off the blindfold. I rolled my eyes.

"Thank you O Mighty Alpha," I smirked. Nathan stood me up and twirled me around. The band struck up. We spun, my skirt flying out in a wave. He lifted me up, cradling me as he pirouetted.

We dashed toward our car. I think it was Quil who hit us with rice. No one else had thought to bring any. I guess that was his thing. Embry took a handful, and I laughed, glad the windows were up.

"The sunroof! The sunroof!" Jacob whispered to them. They grinned maliciously through the windows.

I don't know how they managed to throw it through there, but Nathan revved the engine and we were off, rice tangled in our hair.

We held hands as he drove to our house.

We changed. I stood in corset and underwear, clinging to Nathan for a solid ten minutes, his hand on my garter. Then, I changed my bra, pulled on black shorts and a black tank top Emily had given me, with 'bride' scrawled across it in bright pink letters. I smiled at myself in the mirror. I sighed, staring at the ring on my finger. I had to take it off. Rolling off a length of the cord we used to tie our clothes to our legs, I slip-knotted the ring into a makeshift necklace and slid it over my head. Nathan did the same. He smiled at my cloudy look.

"It's still there, and I'm still yours," he whispered. I nodded.

We walked off of the porch, and stripped in the woods, tying our clothes securely to our legs. I touched my ring, which hung in the hollow between my breasts, to give me enough room to phase.

We ran. We slept when we wanted to, hunted, stayed wolf. We curled up together each night, sometimes in small groves, other times in wide open fields. Animals gave us a wide berth, because, well, we were giant and we smelled like predators.

We broke through the last bit of woods that morphed into swampland, after taking directions from a highway sign, and saw an open river. We swam; it was about 3 AM and ships weren't going through the inlet at the same time we were.

There's a bathroom up there, we can dress and pretend we're out for a walk. I nodded at Nate, scrambling over the jetty that marked the ends of the inlet. I phased, coated in saltwater and dirt, uncomfortable. A tall row of spigots stood, for beachgoers to shower sand away. Nate and I stood underneath the same showerhead, reveling in being human after a week of running wolf. I kissed him for the first time since our wedding day, and I marveled at how I'd been able to survive for that long.

I smirked at him after about five minutes under the sputtering, freezing shower, which wasn't having any effect against our horniness. I kissed him one last time, then scurried away into the ladies' room.

"Use the hand dryers to dry your clothes," I called to him, filling the sink with hot water and hand soap. I scrubbed them lightly, then hung each one on a running hand dryer, pushing the buttons every minute or so, rotating the cotton clothes every few cycles. When they were mostly dry, I tugged them on, then waited outside for Nathan to finish. I looked at my wedding band, glowing gold against my finger in its rightful place.

He was there without me noticing, sliding his hands over my chest and wedding ring.

"I like your shirt," he murmured, "Leah Rowan." I shivered at my name. He eased my shirt up over my stomach, the slightly cooler metal of his ring making me shiver. He dropped to his knees and ran the bridge of his nose up the center of my midriff.

"Nathan," I moaned, "Wait---'til we get to the house." He sighed, dissatisfied, taking my hand and leading me to the edge of the rail that separated the cement from the inlet. He pressed me against the railing, sucking my tongue and biting my lip.

"I love you," he whispered, my tongue curling around his with identical words, my desperation to get closer to him transparent. He sat me on the freezing steel rail, his hands slipping under the back of my shirt.

"That's too long," he panted. "We're not supposed to meet the girl until like...ten. That's completely unacceptable." It was only 3 AM. Waiting until ten sounded exceptionally unacceptable to me with his hands everywhere and my legs wrapped around him.

"Well," I said, a little dizzy, "The realtor said there was a key outside that we could---" He scooped me up, dashing along the boardwalk. Any late night partygoers were on the streets, separated from us by a double row of sleeping houses. I practically heard Nathan's thoughts as he zoomed past another entrance to the beach.

"House," I said softly. "It's our honeymoon."

He groaned his assent.

He placed me down on the steps, digging around several pottery figurines for the key.

"Nate?" I said. He looked up, frenzied. "This side, babe." I plucked the key from the dirt on the other side of the stairs. He snickered as I fit the key into the porch door.

"I want an actual shower first," I whispered, my teeth at his ear as he carried me over the threshold.

"I don't blame you," he grinned. We flicked on lights in the small house until we found the bathroom. I grabbed a bottle of shampoo from the closet; my hair was revolting. We dropped our clothes again, tripping over each other in our attempts to get naked as quickly as possible. I pressed him against the wall as he yanked a hand through my hair. He pushed me off and started lathering my hair with tangerine shampoo, forcing me into the boiling water. While I rinsed, he lathered his hair and body quickly. I laughed at his impatience, but washed off quickly, stepping out to dry. About half of the water evaporated off of me as I quickly toweled off. Nathan picked me up, not bothering to dry himself, and dashed through the house to our bedroom. He set me down lightly on the bed. He clicked on the light and stared at me as I curled on the smooth black sheets. I drank in the sight of him, his golden brown skin and wiry muscled arms, wide, comfortable chest; everything about him made my frame shake with happiness. There was no more hurry. It was just us. Perfectly coordinated, perfectly right. I grinned exultantly and held my hand out to him. I pulled him to my side, as we curled on the bed. We stared into each other's eyes, not speaking any tangible language, just the language of soul mates.

He ran his hand down the side of my face. I closed my eyes as he twisted a strand of my hair, continuing down my neck and down my side. He paid attention to each dip where my ribs were and weren't, and smiled when I twitched ticklishly. His hand finally rested on my hip, the perfect shape for his hand.

We turned face to face. I slowly stroked the smooth lines of his forehead, infinitesimal wrinkles left from too much growth and too much stress. He closed his eyes and made a content noise as I ran the edges of my fingertips over his eyelids, then nose, then lips. He bit my fingertips and I smacked him, smiling. He laughed.

The air thickened, our breathing deepened. I dove into his eyes and never looked back.

"I love you," I said softly, almost crying with happiness and catharsis.

"I love you too," he whispered, same so-happy-it's-almost-painful look on his face. He kissed me gently. My lips snagged on his and sighed open as I turned my head.

We could have laid there for eternity, if his dick hadn't been pressing into my pelvis.

"Leah!" he stuttered as I climbed on top of him.

"I thought you'd be less bashful than this by now," I murmured. He snickered, his mouth occupied.

I didn't say anything.

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When I opened my eyes, he wasn't there. I heard the thrum of the hot water heater and knew he was taking a shower. I stretched out in the empty bed, twisting around the covers as my spine cracked a few times. I couldn't remember our sex ever being so good as it was last night. I was even a little sore. My hands ran down my sides as I stretched, resting absentmindedly on my stomach.

I had Nathan. The tradeoff was worth it. I wasn't a genetic dead end anymore. Because I was complete. It still ached like the dull throb of a day-old migraine, but there was nothing to be done. There was only Nathan for my life, and that was more than I deserved or needed. I rubbed my stomach again, cradling it sadly, lost in a fantasy. Lily and Alex.

The water squeaked off, and I heard him step out and dry off. I heard the rough fabric of the towel as he rubbed the water off of his skin and his hair.

He walked in, towel still rubbing against his hair, and noticed my hand over my stomach. His face flickered sadly.

"I know," he said, sighing and sitting on the bed. "I wish we could too."

My eyes welled up and I curled into him. He was so perfect, so understanding. Then his stomach roared and I couldn't help but laugh. I stood up, stretching. Nathan handed me some clothes.

"Our box was at the post office," he said, smiling. "I ran down earlier this morning and picked it up."

"Do I have to get dressed?" I sighed, pouting at him and wiping my eyes. I expected him to crumble, but his face darkened.

"Too many windows," he said, clearly upset by the fact. "And the shades suck." I pursed my lips, then went to dig through our box. It was mostly clothes, bathing suits, and toiletries, though there was a chunk of cash and some basic first aid stuff. I pulled out a six-pack of black, giant t-shirts that Nathan had bought to wear. I tore three in half under his incredulous gaze, then handed them to him.

"Go hang these on the windows," I said, smiling mischievously.

He laughed and blushed. When he'd accomplished his task, I skittered in and yanked his boxers down.

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An hour or three later, showered and dressed in a bikini and shorts, I held out my hand to him. We left to go get breakfast, smiling at the rings on our fingers.

We stopped at a beach stand, bought eggs, bacon, and a side of onion rings. The girl raised her eyebrows at our order but agreed. We sat at an empty table, staring into each others' eyes. The girl had to call us at least three times to come and get our food.

It was a cloudy day, with few tourists, only surfers. The water was brisk in early June, and few wanted to come to the small town when the water was so cold.

We walked down the beach, smiling and full. Once we were halfway down the beach, we looked at each other and grinned. I jumped out of my shorts as he stripped off his shirt and we sprinted down the beach towards the crashing waves. We dropped them somewhere on the way as we raced.

I won, of course. But he tackled me, kissing me as we sank, barely submerged.

Win-win.

I flipped him as a wave rolled us closer to the shore. A pair of surfer boys walked past awkwardly, trying to look buff. I just clung to my husband, hearing them whisper as they walked further away.

"Damn, dude, lucky guy."

"Very. That top's not staying on for long," the other added.

Nathan chuckled, reaching back to untie said top.

"Oh Nathan!" I fake groaned, loud enough for them to hear. I watched them glance back, take in the lack of strings on my back and my questionable position, and blush. They walked faster away, gawking back.

We burst into laughter.

"That was good," Nathan said, tying up my top again. I sat up off of him, turning to sit in his lap and look at the ocean. He reached around, fondling me.

We swam awhile, diving underneath waves, letting them pick us up and tumble us through the sand. We were sitting, holding hands, when an idea struck me.

"Let's go to the dog beach," I said, grinning at him.

The dog beach was a crappier strip, further down the inlet, where dogs were allowed to swim.

"You first," Nathan said. I grinned as he pulled at the strings of my top again. I ran off into the marshy grass at the side to phase. I left my clothes there, trotting out after a minute, grinning at him. I dove into the water, digging down deeper and pushing water out of the way. My face broke the surface, and I poked my nose toward Nathan. He grabbed a stick and threw it towards me. I rolled my eyes, but dove for it, springing into the air to catch it.

"I wish I had a picture of that," Nathan sighed. I swam my way back to him. I nosed up to him, shook my fur out all over him, and dropped the stick by his feet. He smiled, rubbing my head. I lifted my head and licked his face.

A jogger started by with an English setter, but the dog balked and the owner slowed when they saw Nathan and I looking at them.

"Wow," the man breathed out, "What breed is he?" I snorted irritatedly. I was a she, thank you very much.

"She'sa Quiluete wolfhound," Nathan said, ruffling my ears, "Aren't you, Lee-Lee?" I gave a soft bark, then nosed up to the dog cautiously. He skittered back, alarmed. I used all of my dog language to say I was harmless, but it barely worked. He stopped retreating, but didn't come closer. I rolled my eyes.

"She's giant," he said. Nathan nodded, grinning.

"She's a good girl, though. My girl." He smiled at me. I bit at his hand. He pushed at my nose.

"It's my turn," he whispered as the jogger jogged on, the setter yipping and tail between her legs. I bounded off into the marsh again, reemerging human with Nathan by my side.

"Go, Nate!" I whispered, and he coiled and was off like a shot.

"Nathan," I called to him, "You're so pretty." He dove under and reappeared twenty feet further out after about a second. "Come, Nate," I shouted, smiling. I laughed as he dragged himself out of the water, more like a giant drowned rat than anything else. He shook off in a spray that drenched me again.

"We'd better wrap this up before that guy comes back," I said, shooing him into the grass, "I can't come up with a better breed name for you." He barked laughing, then straightened up and laughed for real. His hair was sticking out at every odd angle, and he was half coated in sand.

"Race you home?" I said, swallowing my adoration.

He grinned.

And that was just the first night of our honeymoon.

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. x3 So I think this is an adorable ending for this current story. And make sure you check out Gravity by DarkenedAngel0, cowritten by yours truly and featuring our lovely Leah and Nathan (with Sandy too.) It messes up the sequence we set in this story a bit, but hell, it's worth it for the plot. :) Love you, Claire-bear!

Review if you want. :)