As soon as Elana stepped into the hall, her eyes sought out her love. She saw her immediately entering from the opposite side.
Moira was…
Breathtaking.
Elana’s steps slowed. Her whole being focused on her to-be-wife. She forgot to breathe, and her eyes filled with tears.
The realisation that Moira was hers and she Moira’s… That their bond was the future. That they would be inseparable from now on.
It all bubbled up inside her, causing Elana to choke a little. She resorted to freezing away her tears before they could properly form. Her steps resumed – but only because she wanted to be closer to Moira. She wanted to touch her woman and study her intimately.
The closer Elana was to Moira, the more she could see – the more details caught her eye.
Moira’s dress was more in line with what Elana remembered the wedding dresses back on earth to look like.
White. Form-fitting and elegant. The long gown covered her legs and waist completely. Countless, tasteful diamonds were scattered on the dress, glittering in the light – but still seeming dim when compared to the bride herself.
But once Elana looked up, she was greeted by an incredibly deep cut, presenting Moira’s greatest gift – her breasts. She was barely covering them, even her nipples pressing through the thin fabric.
Elana struggled to tear her eyes away from the decollete. With each step Moira took, her beautiful assets swayed as the Saintess’s nipples hardened. It was clear the woman was enjoying the attention Elana gave to her.
When Elana finally moved her eyes further up, she was once again struck with just how much she loved Moira.
A wide smile greeted her – knowing and a little shy. Moira was just as excited as Elana, beaming and giddy. She had not been as successful at holding back her tears. They were slowly rolling down her cheeks, painting her face – somehow making it even more striking.
Elana felt her steps becoming faster. And so did Moira’s. They both were rushing towards the altar – eyes never leaving each other’s faces.
The world around them had vanished, leaving just the two of them. All that mattered was the other women’s presence. Elana was sure she had never smiled as wide as she was now.
Even when they reached the altar, they didn’t stop. Once they were close, Elana reached out and grabbed Moira’s waist. She lifted her up and whirled around while both of them giggled.
Moira was so pretty. The prettiest. For once, Elana felt like admitting someone was more beautiful than her. And she would now have this woman as hers.
Elana loved it. She loved the idea, and she loved Moira. Her smile grew coquettish as she began to lower her girl for a kiss.
It wouldn’t be a deep, passionate kiss – full of carnal yearnings. No. Both of them knew it wouldn’t be. It would be a reaffirmation of their future and dreams. It would be a promise and an oath.
Finally, just before their lips met, they closed their eyes, committing the filling of this one kiss to their memories.
It was soft – softer than anything else. Elana trembled. She failed to contain her happiness as a tear escaped the corner of her eye. Her grasp on Moira turned into a tender hug. She slightly parted her lips, drawing in a bit of the Saintess’s taste.
The moment lasted for what seemed forever – just Elana and Moira. There was nothing else but their love. They were all that mattered.
But the moment was too short. Despite losing themselves in the gentle expression of love, Elana soon realised there were other things around them.
“We can begin the ceremony!” Romoly’s voice announced, noticing the two women had finished their kiss.
The voice had brought the outside world back into existence. Elana snuggled against Moira, not ashamed at all. She was quite happy to show how close they were and wanted to show it to the world.
“As the love connects us all,” Romoly’s voice carried over the hall and the gathered people. He was in charge of the ceremony and was chosen to connect them in front of the world.
Because…
Elana bumped the bracelet around her hand against Moira’s identical one.
Because they were already connected in front of the Goddess.
But more importantly, they were connected to each other by their own will.
Moira’s palm brushed against Elana’s fingers, taking them into her grasp. “I love you…” She whispered, not interrupting the proceedings.
“I love you, too,” Elana returned, knowing her smile had turned a little silly. She considered another kiss but decided to simply gaze at Moira’s gracious, enchanting form.
“-as the Goddess only helps us to find our fate.” Romolly wasn’t bothered by the expression of love in front of him. His smile was warm, and his voice reflected it. “But it is upon ourselves to grasp it and make it our own.”
Elana intertwined her fingers with Moira’s. She rubbed them, trying to convey what she felt with this simple touch.
“-two have found each other. They have fallen in love. They have chosen to spend the rest of their lives together. They are the expression of our Goddess and an extension of her will.” Romoly’s voice was now almost a song.
It was strangely fitting. Elana didn’t care about the world or the Goddess. But she appreciated being approved by them – in her own, a little twisted way.
Wasn’t it just how it should be – For everyone to accept Elana’s and Moira’s will?
It was. It was how it should be.
Elana pulled Moira closer, letting their warmth and scents mix. “Forever…” She let everything wash past her, once again creating a world for just the two of them. “Forever yours. We will always be together. Our love will never wilt. You are mine-”
“And I am yours…” Moira sighed. “I lov-”
The Saintess was silenced by another kiss.
While the world still turned, it was now just theirs.
