au tiems.

[wisdomsage]

Zelda imagined that weddings were meant to be romantic but when the wedding was out of necessity, it changed things quite a bit. Wesley was a dear man and a dear friend and to offer to save her from shame was the greatest gift Zelda had ever received. She'd grown to love him immensely, in her way, and was more than a bit nervous about the

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[wesleys_sorry]

"When... what?" Pulling his tie off -- he'd gotten a suit, damn straight -- he turned to Zelda. "Oh." And he smiled, some. "When you showed up at the firing range. So... a long time ago, Z."

Coming up behind her, he runs his fingers through her hair, reveling in the freedom to do that, fuck. "And when were you swept up in how awesome I am?" His tongue was firmly in cheek as he asked.

[wisdomsage]

Zelda flushed slightly. "I meant tonight, since I'm dragging things out by being nervous. To answer your question, however, I believe it was at the shooting range as well."

"Will you finish my hair for me? There's more pins than I can see in the back."

[wesleys_sorry]

"Oh." It was Wesley's chance to flush because he was an asshole. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to, Z." He gently pulled pins from her hair, tossing them on the table. "Not tonight anyway." But he met her gaze in the mirror. "But I want to."

[wisdomsage]

Zelda's tongue flicked out to wet her lower lip. "Oh. I'm not exactly opposed to doing it tonight, if you wanted me."