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“The bride is stunning,” Tendou grins. “You’ve done it Ushijima, you’ve become a married man. And your wife us is something to be envious of.”
If this were coming from anyone else Wakatoshi would be less than pleased but, it’s coming from his long-time friend and best man. He glances in your direction and squelches the urge to steal you away from his father. You’re beautiful tonight, glowing with the knowledge that you’re now married to him, and Wakatoshi is doing the same.
He doesn’t see it but he is. His smile is a little wider and brighter, his back a little broader and straighter. He has the gait of a man who is proud.
“Thank you, Satori.”
His father nods at him, indicating that he’s done dancing and Wakatoshi swoops in to take your hand. The song is slow, the instrumental enchanting so that Ushijima barely has to move.
He wraps a strong arm around your waist, dragging you flush against his body. The fingers of his other hand lacing with yours as he holds it away from his body. The diamond on your finger catching on one of the lights winks encouragingly at him. Your hand settles on his bicep, head tilted up to look at him as you sway together.
“You look resplendent,” He flirts. “Are you here with anyone?”
You bat your lashes up at him as you pout, his eyes linger on the plump flesh before refocusing on your eyes. “I’m not- can you imagine? Little old me, here all by myself.”
“Well, we can’t have that.”
“Are you gonna keep me company sir?”
Ushijima gulps, butterflies exploding in his stomach as you smile playfully, up at him. Even after years of being with you, he still gets that little tingly feeling in his chest when you smile at him. It’s a smile he recognizes as distinctly his. The one he gets when he returns home from an away game. Or when he makes you breakfast when you’re running late.
Your eyes twinkle when he takes too long to respond. “Everything okay, husband?”
He stops moving, smile growing as he ducks to kiss you fiercely, bending you back slightly to deepen it. His lips are warm and rough, his tongue gentle but demanding as it explores your mouth. You moan, your heart hammering against your chest when he brings your hand to his neck so he can wrap both hands around your waist.
When he pulls away you’re panting, all too aware of everyone staring at you.
“Everything is perfect, little wife.”
Your smile matches his, giggles escaping you when he starts dancing again. Moving you both around the dance floor.
Your head rests against his shoulder, hand curled around his arm. You’re safe and happy, and ready to spend the rest of your life worshipping Ushijima Wakatoshi; he feels the same.