An Emery & Chris story
Actor Chris Evans and his lovely new bride, Emery Rose, celebrate their big day surrounded by family and friends
Warnings: Language, FLUFF
Word Count: 5355
December 10, 2016
He steps up behind her and takes her tiny hand in his, his warmth like a blanket around her. “By the way, I have a huge hickey on my collar bone” he whispers in her ear.
Emery gently brushes against his arm and giggles, “You just said it couldn’t show on camera!”
Chris freezes momentarily when the doors open in front of them and a distant voice booms, “Introducing Mr. and Mrs. Christopher Evans!”
“Can I request a matching one in another spot later?” He kisses her briefly, waiting for the right count of the song before advancing into the room.
“You can have whatever you want dear husband,” she giggles again as she pushes him forward to make their entrance as the happily married couple.
Their presentation dance is thankfully forgotten as all their friends and family rush to surround them, hugs and congratulations abound.
“Excuse me, excuse me,” the DJ calls over the microphone, breaking through the low roar of the room. “I’ve just received a text message from the bride that says ‘Please announce: if you all don’t stop clinking your glasses every five seconds to get us to kiss, I’m closing down the bar.’ Apparently the bride wants to eat and enjoy this meal, and she is willing to bribe us with booze.”
Scott Evans turns to the young man sitting next to him. He had introduced himself earlier as Steven, a recent graduate from her class, now studying in New York. Chris had secretly arranged for a few of her favorite students to be guests at the wedding. “Bribery? Is that her method of motivation in class?”
“No, man but if she’d bribed us with alcohol, I at least wouldn’t have cared I didn’t understand Advanced Trig.”
Scott claps the kid on the back and laughs loudly. “You, I like. Stick with me, kid.”
“Ah, man!” Emery calls out. “Who hired a Yankee DJ? It’s not ‘if you all don’t stop.’” She mimics the Boston accent of the DJ, one of Chris’s childhood friends, and other friends playfully boo and hiss. “It’s more like this: ‘if y’all don’ stop!’” All the Southerners in the room applaud for the distinction. “Leave me in peace to eat; I can kiss him ‘all I wan’ to’’ later!” Her over the top drawl mimics a famous line from a popular movie set in the South.
From the shadows of the room, Chris isn’t sure if it is Seb or Renner that yells, “Let her eat! She needs fuel for energy later.”
He looks to his blushing bride and laughs as she mumbles under her breath. “Your fuckin’ friends are rude… but correct. They do realize our grandparents are here though, right? Does everything have to be a damn innuendo?”
Grasping her skirt and inching it up, his hands hidden from view behind the tablecloth, he keeps sliding his hand up until he can tease his fingers along her bare thigh. His voice full of laughter at the joy of the moment replies, “Have you not been paying attention for the last year? YES. Yes, everything has to be a damn innuendo.”
Called to the center of the dance floor the couple prepares for their spotlight dance, all eyes on them, giggling and whispering to one another. When the music begins, Emery quickly realizes this isn’t the version of the song she wanted, but her eyes soften and fill with tears when she realizes it’s actually perfect.
“It’s you… That’s you on the piano?”
Before Chris can answer, his voice comes over the speaker singing words of love just to her and he looks to her with his eyes glistening from tears. “People fall in love in mysterious ways…. I fall in love with you every single day,” he sings along, his breath warm against her temple. “When my hair’s all but gone and my memory fades, and the crowds don’t remember my name…”
“I’ll still love you the same,” she joins in, her quiet voice matching his, fingers tugging his shorter hair, just the way she likes it.
“You’re mine, for always?” he sniffles, chuckling as he wipes away his own tears.
“You know it. Till the end of the line, Mr. Evans.” Although her blue sequined Captain America shoes she wore on the first day they met give her added height, she still has to pull him down to her to kiss his cheek, tasting the salty tears trapped in his beard. Wrapping her hand around his neck she toys with the collar of his suit coat as her lips blissfully meet his.
Pulling back slightly, his nose slides against hers as he inhales her flowery scent. Getting lost in his beautiful bride, he whispers, “That’s the most wonderful thing I’ve ever heard, Emery Rose Evans.”
His lips, sweet and tender, capture hers, slowly brushing over her glossed pink ones.
The newlyweds could care less they are on display on the dance floor surrounded by the love of family and friends. Emery’s eyes flutter closed as her lips touch his and she raises her hand up to caress his closely cropped hair. The soft impression of her mouth against his causes her heart to race and she can feel it beating against his solid, familiar chest. Home. His arms squeeze tight around her, pulling her close as his hands roam across her back.
Although the kiss began chaste and a show for the onlookers, it begins to build heat. Darting his tongue across her lips, tasting her, Chris deepens the kiss and her hold on the back of his head tightens as they continue to sway to the music, a sense of a true dance totally lost. She moans quietly against his mouth, parting imperceptibly to allow him to suck on her top lip as he loves to do. He pulls off with a biting tug, a promise for later as the music dies down and flows to the next song, set as a traditional dance for the bride to dance with the fathers, and the groom to dance with the mothers.
Emery’s younger sister Mackenzie pulls on Emery’s arm and draws her attention away from wedding guests offering congratulations. “What are you doing? Chris works with them, I need to make nice–”
“Shhh.. You’re ovaries will thank me. Look.” She spins her sister around towards the dance floor, where Chris has dark haired Stella in one arm and fair haired Dakota in the other, dancing and laughing with them.
“I mean, he’s my brother in law and all, but that makes me wanna have kids with him!”
Emery smiles, shaking her head at her slightly tipsy sister’s honesty. She sucks in air between her teeth before admitting, “Damn, that is sexy. My bearded dork… He’s gonna make a great dad someday.”
“You change your mind? You still wanna wait?”
Continuing to watch her handsome husband with their nieces, she moves to sit at the closest table, taking a few moments to rest. She nods to the quiet couple at the table, smiling as they raise their glasses to her in congratulations. Her sister pulls up a chair next to her and they whisper conspiratorially. “I’m in no rush. He doesn’t like it, but I don’t wanna start our family while he’s still so obligated to the studio. I start my new job in January. He’ll be home on the weekends, and days I don’t have office hours, I can go into Atlanta and be with him on set. I just wanna enjoy being his wife for a bit. Adjusting our lives together, creating us first. I still gotta figure out how to deal with paparazzi and gossip before I bring a little one into our world. There’s no rush.”
Looking to the dance floor, the young girls so comfortable in his strong arms with his shirt sleeves rolled up, exposing his hidden beauty, her heart skips a beat. “But yeah, I guess seeing him like that does make me hurt a little… Fuck, he’s really beautiful, isn’t he?”
Mackenzie giggles, accepting two beer bottles from the waiter as he walks by, handing one to her sister. “Sis, I still can’t believe you captured your favorite superhero. It’s like right out of some silly movie.”
“Or the best written fan fictions,” Jen comments as she wanders passed the table and joins the girls for a quick respite. “Damn girl, you really know how to throw a wedding! This is impressive. So much eye candy,” she giggles as she collapses against the back of her chair. Her eyes skim the dance floor, pinpointing various fantasies she sees on display. “Tom is just as charming as I thought he’d be! I thought I was going to die when he asked me to dance; his hand on my hip, guiding me to the floor. Maybe I did die… This is my ghost. The ghost of Jen. I’m not kidding. This is the best wedding reception ever!”
Emery smiles at her fangirl friend. She’s so grateful so many of her girls in the fandom world were able to join her for this special occasion. “Don’t die; you haven’t met Seb yet, have you?”
Jen’s head drops back and she releases a primal sound. She giggles and raises her head up, searching the floor for him. “No. I haven’t.” She shakes her head. “Some of the guys disappeared to play in the snow, of all things, and I haven’t had the chance to meet him. But when I do, talk about ‘best written fan fics…’ I’ve got some fantasies for him.”
Raising her hand for a high-five, Mackenzie slurs slightly, “Oh, sister, don’t I know it. I’ve read your stuff. Damn. Why don’t we go get freshened up a bit, be ready when those handsome men reappear?”
When one of the photographers approaches the table to talk to Emery about getting some more posed photos, Mackenzie and Jen sneak off together. They walk away arm in arm giggling over different fangirl story ideas that could take place at a wedding reception.
Taking a breather from the snowball fight, Chris steals a few moments from the party atmosphere to gather with his Marvel co-workers and friends. Robert gestures towards him with his water bottle, “So young lad… the wedding night? Any questions; concerns?”
Renner sees where this is going and playfully jumps in. “Yeah, you know, wedding night jitters… It can be stressful. Don’t be upset if your-” the hero themed snack table close by catches his eye and he can’t hold back the joke on the tip of his tongue. He chuckles, scratching his head. “Don’t be worried if your, uh, ‘flagpole of freedom’ can’t rise up for a salute.”
Knowing they aren’t finished, Chris just pinches the bridge of his nose, dropping his eyes to his shoes. Shaking his head in mirth and disbelief, he holds in his laughter.
“Yeah, man. It happens,” Mackie interferes trying to keep a straight face. “Emery’s a sweet, quiet girl; I’m sure she’ll understand if you can’t perform any heroic deeds.”
A wicked grin gracing his countenance, Robert brightens at the name of his favorite little red head. He knows she’s just what Chris needed in his life to move him forward into true adulthood, and he has nothing but the best wishes for the couple, but he can’t help taking the opportunity to joke with his closest friends. “Hey, about Emery-”
Seeing that his new brothers Reece and Dan have joined the gathering, and wanting utmost respect for his wife, Chris cuts through his friend’s thoughts. “Hey now, none of that locker room talk about my sweet, innocent wife-”
Mark Ruffalo jumps in, coughing, ‘bullshit’ under his breath. “Bullshit; My trailer’s right next to yours on set-”
Chris stares him down and the group shares a chuckle at his defensive posture. ”-And no need to worry about me and my ‘salute.’ It’s all good,” he promises waving his hands in an explanatory gesture indicating that everything is in working order.
Seb steps up. “Well, man, we got you a little something. Don’t use ‘em all in the first year,” he advises, handing a gift bag to the groom.
Chris peers into the sack and doubles over in laughter, rising back up and doing his signature left-boob grab maneuver on Grillo, who just joined the circle. Frank chuckles too, seeing what’s down in the bag. Through wheezing laughter, Chris spits out, “Jesus fuckin’ Christ! There must be like a thousand condoms in there!” He shakes his head at the assortment of colorful foiled packets his friends have gifted to him.
“Hey, you don’t need all those tonight,” Seb teases as he reaches in and pockets some for himself. “That one bridesmaid is pretty hot.”
The men turn to the group of women out on the dance floor and Chris releases another gut busting laugh. “Oh, man, that one?” Raising his eyebrow, he nods to his close friend. “Yeah. Just be careful with that one…”
Seb’s intrigued expression shows he’s not interested in Chris’s friendly advice, and who is Chris to warn his friend and keep him from some undoubtedly sinful fun? Chris drops the topic as Hemsworth raises his glass in a toast, all joining in with kind words for their dear friend and his new bride.
Moving away from the dancing bridesmaids and collection of friends, Emery’s sister-in-law Susan finds her husband wandering across the room towards her. “Are you okay?” she asks Reece. “What has that little huddle all about?”
“What?” he asks, not truly hearing her over the din of the party room. His dazed look causes her concern.
“Babe? You’re scaring me a little; what’s wrong?” She pushes him towards the door to the quiet hallway.
Reece smiles down at his wife, waving at his father who is heading back into the room through the other doorway. “Wrong? Nothing’s wrong,” he explains, his voice full of mirth and wonder. “I think I have the coolest sister ever. She actually married a real super-hero… I’ve talked renewable energy with Ruffalo all afternoon, I’m golfing with Downey tomorrow and Scarlett asked to see pictures of our baby…. I’m just… I’m a nerd. I’m in frickin’ heaven right now. Am I dreaming?” He chuckles, cornering his wife against the wall. Leaning down to kiss her neck, she tilts her head back to accept his affections. His tone drops seductively. “By the way, have I told you how beautiful you look in this bridesmaid dress. The classic style really shows off your, uh,” Reece pauses, looking down to his wife’s plump breasts busting out of her dress, mashed against his chest. “Pretty eyes,” he laughs.
She rolls her ‘pretty’ eyes knowing exactly where his mind is headed. “Honey, if you don’t let me go, this dress will be ruined. I’m about to explode. I just wanted to tell you I’m going to find a quiet place to pump. Little Luke will just have to wait to get the real thing later… Oh, and the photographer is trying to round the men up for more photos. Save me a dance for later, okay?”
Waiting on the snow covered patio the wedding party huddles together for warmth and anticipates further instructions. At Emery’s request Chris hired their new friend and photographer, Erin, and a small team of professionals to take the official and candid photos for their special day. The men are summoned for more photos in the fading light and slowly begin to move to the appointed location.
“Hold up, come back here!” Emery calls out to Chris as he begins to walk away to join the groomsmen for more photos. “Why is your ass wet?”
Chris grins sheepishly, jumping in front of his charming bride to block the snowball Scott poorly aimed at him. “Sorry sis,” her new brother shouts. “I was aiming for meatball, there.”
The groomsmen send up a cheer when her well aimed snowball hits Scott solidly in the chest. Her brother, Reece, laughs and says, “Scott, I’d say you throw like a girl, but she proved that wrong.”
“Not thrown many snowballs before,” she whispers to Chris, “thank goodness it was a packing snow, or I’d have looked like an idiot.” She brushes the snow from his jacket and smiles as Erin snaps some candid shots. “Honey, I asked ‘why is your ass wet?’”
“Earlier in our snowball fight, I fell on it,” he admits, rubbing his hand down the back of his thigh. “I think I might have bruised something… I couldn’t get traction in the snow in these dress shoes. Shit. It didn’t stain did it? We gotta fuckin’ return this thing, right?”
In the dimming sunlight Emery bends to check out the ass of his pants and playfully bites at him.
Capturing the photo Erin shouts, “Oh, that one goes on Twitter!”
“You be nice to me,” Chris laughs shaking his finger at her, “Or it’s back to Disney full time for you!”
“Oh, it’s such a horrible place to work. Taking photos of happy families and couples all day,” she laughs, playfully moving him to the right lighting for the photo she wants to snap.
Emery elegantly slides in next to him, a natural in front of the camera and Chris’s heart grows full of pride. Such beauty and grace… Home.
“I don’t see any stains, but it’s no big deal. We own the suit,” Emery replies with a sly grin on her face.
Blocking her from the cold chill in the air, he pulls close to her. “What? Why?”
“Are you kidding me?! That is Suit Porn at it’s finest, and it’s all mine. Like once a month, I’m just gonna have you put it on and walk around the house and bring me things,” she giggles.
Adjusting his movements for Erin to click her photos as the sun sets against the falling snow, Chris teases, “Oh, really?” He nods his head. “Fine. That’s fine. A long as you return the favor occasionally and put on this dress and do the same.”
Blushing, she bows her head, “Oh, honey, no. This is vintage. This is going away safe. Ilaria and I already have planned to get it framed, but we can get a replica made.”
Chris laughs, his eyes wide at the thought, happy to see his wife willing to spend his money freely on something frivolous. “I adore you, kitten. And I see it has pockets?”
“It does!” She exclaims. “Every good nerd girl knows a wedding dress must have pockets!”
Rolling his eyes, Chris chuckles, “I understood that reference. I wish I didn’t, but I do….”
As the afternoon moves into evening, and the photos outside are finished, Chris and Emery take the stage again to introduce the next “activity” for the wedding guests. The two giggle and tussle over who will actually speak before Chris finally places the microphone in her hand and presents her to the crowd with a flourish of his arms. Stepping into the limelight, she laughs and mumbles “Chicken shit,” under her breath before addressing the crowd. “Hey, y’all. We hope you’re having a wonderful time. Chris and I wanted to thank everyone for making time in their busy schedules and for battling the winter storms this week to get here-”
Leaning over her shoulder, wrapping his arms around her tiny frame, he chimes in, “I tried to tell her snow and Boston could be a bad combination, but she’s a little hard-headed. However, I think we can all agree, the day was amazing and the snow was beautiful; just what she’d hoped for…” He smiles as the crowd cheers and applauds, lightly placing a kiss on her temple before letting her continue her speech.
“We have a family wedding tradition in the Thomas family that some of you might not be familiar with, known as the Dollar Dance,” Emery continues. “The idea is you can dance with the bride or groom, but you have to make a donation, traditionally used to collect money for expenses of starting a new household together. Well, no one wants to dance with me,” she giggles at Chris’s motions that he does, “and we don’t need another toaster, and I’ve got all these handsome Marvel men and women here tonight so they’ve agreed to help with my family tradition, with a little twist!” She smiles as family members begin to shift towards the stage, preparing for the awaited dance. “For your donation, you can twirl around the floor with any of the lovely people around the room tonight, but since Chris and I don’t need the money, all the money will be divided and donated to Christopher’s Haven, here in Boston, and the shelter where I volunteer my time in Savannah.”
Chris blushes and shakes his head when her fangirl friends go crazy, and lines actually begin to form around his friends.
“Wait, there are some basic rules,” Emery begins to explain.
“Just like a teacher to spoil the fun!” her friend Lillian yells across the room, her eyes on Mackie. She gives a little shove to her friend Gitali, motivating her to move quickly to find Chadwick for the first dance.
“Ha-ha, dear. Shushie. Really. I promise the rules will work in your favor… I know how a fangirl mind works; I had to create some guidelines to keep y’all in line! Some of these handsome men are VERY married so be respectful. Same goes for ScarJo and Cobie, gentlemen. I guess everyone else is fair game.”
“I’m available ladies,” Renner adds in motioning to the women closest to him, including Emery’s sister in law Susan and her friends Monica and Sophia.
“Me too,” offers Hiddleston, his arms already wrapped around Emery’s friend Devika. Emery gives her friend Danielle a thumbs up as she patiently waits behind them, bouncing on her tiptoes with excitement.
More cheers and laughter fill the rafters of the old farmhouse setting.
“Bring it down, bring it down,” Emery laughs, treating the crowd like she would a roomful of excited students. “My good friend, Jen, was given a heads up on this. She has pledged an undisclosed amount for a FULL song with Seb, so back off. Get in her way, and I think she’ll hurt you…”
Chris erupts in laughter behind his wife, a full body shake as he nods his head in agreement to this statement. He gives a salute to his friend, quietly standing in the corner, silently sending him luck.
“Hey, hey! I gotta question!” Mackie calls out from behind one of the many displays of food, his voice booming and playful. “This is a lustful looking group of women… Now, I know I agreed to this, but I’m gettin’ a little scared. Where are they putting this money? Like am I gonna be pulling ones outta my briefs later?”
Sounds of heated catcalls fill the air, including ones from the beautiful bride, covering the microphone as she releases her laughter. Blushing and laughing with her, Chris shakes his head. “Mackie, anything that has been in your pants, we don’t want it.”
A random voice calls out, “Speak for yourself!” Emery bites back her laughter at the slightly drunken outburst of her friend Violet, as she and their friend Deb wait for their dance with Frank Grillo.
“See! That! That’s what I’m talking about… “ Anthony shouts. “I’m starting to feel a little uneasy about this.”
“Man, relax. It’s for charity,” Seb laughs, stepping forward and clapping his friend good naturedly on the shoulder. He makes eye contact with Jen as she begins to cross the room towards him and winks at her.
“Yea, we bein’ pimped out for charity!” Mackie exclaims clapping his hands and blowing a kiss to his lovely wife, who happens to be waiting in line behind Emery’s friend Tammy to dance with Chris Hemsworth. Frowning, he shakes his finger at her disapprovingly.
“Don’t worry Anthony, our nieces and nephews are coming around with bags for the donations to be placed in. Ladies, be appropriate and remember-”
“Mrs. Evans? What if I want to dance with you?” Robert Downey Jr.’s charming voice booms from the left side of the room.
Shielding her eyes from the spotlight, Emery smiles at the kind man’s suggestion. “Well, aren’t you a sweetie! Nah, I’ll let you do that for free,” Emery laughs, waving aside his offer.
“No, sweetheart. A deal’s a deal. It’s for charity. I got $6000 bucks,” he says, stepping forward and waving his checkbook.
Emery stares at Robert in disbelief, her mouth slightly agape and Chris gently pushes her forward. “For the kids at the hospital? She’s all yours man.”
“Getting rid of me already?! Well, come here, handsome!” Emery laughs as Robert sweeps her off the stage into his arms, gently setting her on the ground.
“Well, I’ll pay $1000 to dance with RDJ,” calls out another sweet Southern drawl. “I didn’t realize he was on the dance card!”
“Who is that?” Robert looks around in search of the owner of the lovely voice. “Is that your mother?” he asks Emery his voice full of flirtatious charm. “I’ll pay another $1000 just to listen to her slow Southern words whispered in my ear as we dance.”
As the DJ begins to play “Dangerous Woman,” at the request of Jen for her dance with Sebastian, Emery pushes Robert away. “Oh, hell no. I am not dancing to this with you. Next song.” She laughs and grabs her husband instead.
The couple lean against the doorway, smiling at friends heading outside to enjoy the cool night air and s’mores around the campfire. Crouching down, Emery helps Miles and Dawson put their gloves on to go outside to join the snowball fight. “Do you think the Hulk can be on my team?” Miles whispers to the newest member of his family.
“I don’t know, bud. He’s right behind you, all you gotta do is ask.” Emery prods him forward and her heart soars when Mark sweeps the little boy over his shoulder and carries him outside, chanting “Hulk loves snow!”
She watches Chris with her dear friends from back home, Lisa, Carol and Jenny, as the ladies say goodnight and wish them the best for their happy futures together. He kisses each woman gently on the cheek and thanks them for coming, reminding them of the breakfast the next morning before everyone leaves town.
Exhaling slowly Chris pulls his bride close to his side and kisses the top of her head, her curls loose and frizzy from the warmth of the room and a night of dancing and fun. Murmuring against her temple, he declares: “You look good with kids; you’re gonna be a natural. You know that right?”
“Only ‘cause you know how to balance me,” she admits. Changing away from the touchy subject of children, she teases, “So, are you still mad we didn’t get married at Disney?”
Chris waves at some friends who are leaving and responds, “You’re forgiven. Mickey Mouse in a Pats jersey on the groom’s cake made up for it, and we’ll be there soon enough.”
“So, where are we going on our honeymoon? Are you still not telling me?”
“Nope. It’s a surprise; you’ll find out when we land. I made sure Mackenzie actually packed you real clothes this time though.” He smiles at the memory of Emery’s first visit to Boston last Thanksgiving. “And the vows? You know I didn’t write them at the last minute last night. Were you happy with those?”
Emery giggles as his hands caress down her arms warming her from the wintery night air at the open doors. “We said words? In front of the minister? I don’t remember anything; my heart was pounding so loudly in my ears and I couldn’t stop thinking how handsome you looked. Did we even say ‘I do?’” She leans her weary head against is chest.
“Yes, we did, kitten. I do, man and wife, the whole thing… we can watch the video on the flight tomorrow night.” He sighs happily, lifting her chin up to meet his joyful blue eyes. “Hey, I wanted to tell you, before I forget… I’ve never seen you look so beautiful as you do tonight. This image of you will be burned in my brain forever. So beautiful, happy, peaceful.”
“You don’t look too bad yourself,” she smiles, spinning in his arms, crashing her chest against his solid body. He lands against the wall with a quiet ‘oomph.’
He chuckles as he sees her pulls dilate and darken; his kitten wants to play. “Tired of being the belle of the ball?” His raspy voice suggests his growing need to leave their friends and family. “I believe last night you said something about a blowjob the next time you saw me?”
“That could be arranged,” she giggles pressing her lower body closer to his, circling her arms around his neck. Licking her lips to tease him, she forces his head down so their lips can meet. Full of promise with a building fire rising behind it, her tongue plays gently along his plump bottom lip but he doesn’t let her in.
Slowly retreating, Chris rests his forehead against hers and quietly inquires, “When can we get outta here?”
Although he’s pulled away from her lips, they are still connected at the waist and he makes his presence known by pulling her even nearer to him. She chuckles, “Babe, we still have about twenty, maybe thirty minutes. We haven’t thrown the bouquet or the garter.”
Rising tall he leans back against the wall, looking down at his petite bride, his chosen life partner. He rolls his eyes. “Such old-fashioned traditions, kitten.” He teases as he caresses her cheek, looking over her shoulder briefly to watch their friends enjoy the company of one another.
Shrugging her shoulders, she smirks. “Just be careful when you climb up under my dress. Don’t flash the goods. My underwear disappeared about 20 minutes ago.” She smiles at his ragged breathing. She holds her left hand out, turning her hand in the party lights to admire her sparkling wedding ring. “And the stone on my hand isn’t the largest diamond you’ve given me that I’m wearing right now.”
She is pulled away by her younger brother Parker for a dance before Chris even has a chance to respond. She looks over her shoulder and giggles as the meaning of the words dawn on him and his jaw drops. She wiggles her eyebrows flirtatiously and winks at him. He shakes his finger at her and mouths the words ‘naughty girl.’ The sound of her laughter is carried away with the music and he is caught up in a dance with his older sister Carly.
Later, as the strains of “Don’t Stop Believing” begin and the room goes wild, he catches up to his sweet bride again. Loud voices ring out, all chiming in, the crowd mimicking Chris’s rendition with “schinger in a schmokey room, schmell of wine and scheap perfume.” Chris shakes his head, surprised by the affection the crowd shares for the song simply based on a silly role he once played.
Without words, Emery can sense his pride, but she all out laughs at the scene she sees behind him as she watches their friends Jen and Sebastian leaving the reception hall together.
Pulling her to the center of the dancing circle, he holds her tight and growls in her ear, “Diamond? Do you mean what I think you mean?”
She winks and smiles, licking her lips seductively, anticipating their wedding night fun back in their shared room soon enough. “Yes, Mr. Evans. Every little part of me is now yours and you are mine. Forever and always, I’m with you till the end of the line.”
Introducing Mr. and Mrs. Evans
Other snapshots from the big event
This story concludes the second series for Emery and Chris!
Watch for two scheduled follow up stories in the future!
A special thank you to all the ladies featured in the story. Without your love and support through the last year, this story- these characters- wouldn’t be who they are today. This has been an amazing experience for me and I owe you my gratitude. Thanks for being part of my tribe: Lisa, Kaiti, Carol, Jen, Susan, Lillian, Jenny, Violet, Deb, Tammy, Monica, Danielle, Devika, Gitali and Erin
A very special thank you to Whitney (aka mculove1) for creating beautiful wedding portraits for Chris and Emery, featuring actor Chris Evans and actress Rachel Lefevre
A special thank you to Lisa (akathewife101) you know I owe it all to you! And the wedding ring edit is SPOT ON. Thank you so much for your unwavering support.
All photos were found on Pinterest.
Click here for the next Emery&Chris story, You Promised: a Honeymoon Drabble
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