The Life and Times Of Quil
A series of one-shots about Quil's [AKA the best werewolf ever's] life.
Don't we all love Quil? *sigh* He's amazing...
8. Chapter 8
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I nervously muttered my vows under my breath, praying that I wouldn’t blank out and forget them. I looked eagerly towards the back of the tiny chapel we had rented for Claire and mine’s wedding.
“Dude, calm down!” Embry punched me in the shoulder. Some best man.
“God, Quil, can’t you see that bloodsucker, the one with the emotions? He’s nearly dying; I think you’re way too nervous for him. Not that I mind,” Jake laughed, pointing at the blond leech.
“Whatever; I thought you guys were supposed to be nice to me and all. Leave me alone!” I glared at them. Jake just grinned, and Embry tried to look sorry.
Bella gave me a thumbs up from her seat towards the back. Edward even gave me a warm (yeah, right) smile. I think he might have even meant it.
They continued to play around and make jokes about me falling in love with a 2 year old. “Shh! Look!” I elbowed Jake, and he and Embry turned to see what I was staring at.
How should I describe Claire? She was gorgeous; there was no question about it. But how could I possibly put into words how beautiful she was?
The ceremony flew by. All I was really aware of was that at some point, my staring at Claire’s beauty was interrupted by her nudging me and looking pointedly at the minister. “Oh, my bad. Claire, I love you so much. From the day I laid eyes on you, you have been my everything. I would be honored to say I do to anything that you ask of me.” I slipped a golden ring onto her finger amidst the chorus of aww’s.
“Quil,” Claire started her eyes boring into mine. “All I can say is that I will love you forever.” She slid a band of gold onto my much huger finger. I couldn’t have asked for a better vow.
The priest smiled gently at us. “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.”
I leaned in slowly, making the moment last longer. The moment our lips touched gently, an electric shock blasted between us. Although the viewers of the kiss would think it was gentle, sweet, and small, to us, it was like fireworks. By merely grazing our lips together, we became one being, one entity, one, and that was all that mattered.
Claire grinned at me, her cheeks dimpling in the way they always had, and we ran down the isle and out the door. We slid into the limousine waiting in front, laughing our heads off.
“Whew. Glad we made it through that!” Claire giggled. “I can’t wait for the reception. It’ll be lots of fun!”
I smirked. “Well, I personally can’t wait for after the reception…” My voice trailed off suggestively.
“Quil!” Claire smacked my arm, giggling some more.
“Hey, it’s true!” I protested, grabbing her arm and pulling her to me. This kiss was much less gentle, and a lot more passionate than our previous one. And that’s how we spent the rest of our day, talking and laughing and definitely sharing some kisses. I know I was smacked plenty of times by all the ladies of the wedding for getting a little to, well, eager, one could say.
The day drew to a close, and before I knew it, Claire and I walked up the steps to our hotel room in the Beverly Hills Plaza Hotel, also known as the finest hotel my salary could afford. Claire glanced at me nervously as we reached the door. I pulled out the plastic key.
We pushed the door open, and my mouth dropped. All I can really say is wow. The room was definitely the best place we would ever be in our lifetimes.
Claire looked over at the plush bed, then back at me. “Well…” She started.
“Well…Let’s get started!” I laughed enthusiastically, dumping her onto the bed.
“Someone’s just a bit impatient!” She squealed. I growled playfully.
“I’ve been waiting awhile. I have every right to be impatient!” I grinned at her before slowly unzipping her beautiful white dress…
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