Desire Ch. 7 - Wedding Time

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Chapter 7– Wedding Time
POV: Zac
Word Count: 3080
Note: If you wish to view Emily's dress, there is a picture at the end of the chapter :)

May 16, 2009; Saturday

Hanson Day ended Sunday night, Emily and I worked very late Monday night and Tuesday we packed our bags and flew to Georgia. Isaac and Taylor were not attending the wedding, Isaac was spending time with Nikki’s family in Louisiana and Taylor and Natalie were here in Georgia but with her family. We had been here to help prepare and coordinate and now it was time for the wedding. Emily and I were at Aaron’s apartment getting ready.

“I really hate tuxes. Do I really have to wear it?”

She smiled and looked at me. “Yes and you look so fucking hot in them.”

“This is not going to be some role playing fantasy is it? Next you ask me to play a butler and put me in a suit all damn day?”

Shit! I saw the gleam in her eyes the moment I said that. Why did I say anything??

“Maybe…but you know some things are good in small doses and I am sure you wear them more than once per year. Besides, I still prefer Nurse Hanson.”

I smiled. “Sure you like that one the best?”

“Yes. Can you please zip this stupid thing up?”

I walked over and she turned around. “You know, I’d rather be unzipping this.”

“Yes, I know and you can do that later tonight.”

The dress she had chosen really did fit her well. It was a light blue with a v-neck halter top and had a pleated look on the bottom and across the top. The halter tied around her neck and the zipper ended mid-back, the length was just above her knees and she paired it with white heels, making her as tall as I was. I put her necklace on before tying the back as well, making it pretty and letting it hang down the center of her back. She looked gorgeous.

She had gotten me a basic black tux, nothing too fancy and a tie which she had to fix for me, black leather dress shoes finished me off and she was making me wear my hair down, while hers was curled and down.

Once we were finished getting ready we met Aaron in the living room, he too went with basic black tux, I would image all of them would except George. He drove us to the event which was at the same church Taylor had gotten married at, Ida Cason at Callaway Gardens. The setting was serene, pretty, and it was a great place for a wedding. The steps were steep however and because she didn’t wear heels that tall often, she grabbed my arm and held on. Did I mind that? Not at all.

We paused at the entrance to the church where Joshua, Jason and their girlfriends stood along with Christopher. Her hand slid down into mine as Christopher hugged her.

“Wow, you’re almost taller than me and well, as tall as Zac!”

“Yeah, I was stupid when I chose the heels. I didn’t pay any attention to the height and there like stiletto high.”

He glanced down and frowned. “Don’t break anything and I mean that.”

She smiled and he leaned in for another hug, this time whispering something to her and it looked like he told her that their father was already present. Once he pulled away he walked away to greet Aaron, she greeted Joshua and Jason who also commented on her new found height. She maintained her grip on my hand and it appeared that she had no intention of letting it go. I was looking around when her hand tightened around mine and I turned to her, found a man hugging her. I had not seen him before but I knew who he was from pictures. The man hugging her was her father.

“Emily! I didn’t think you were coming.”

“He’s my brother, of course I would come.”

He looked down at her hand and I could tell he was following my arm up and I did not like the way he was looking at me. Complete disdain, resentment, and I swore maybe even a hint of hatred.

“You are?” His voice was rather low and scruffy.

“Dad, this is Zachary, he’s my boyfriend. Zac, this is my father, David.” She said.

She let my hand go so I could shake his hand, which is a polite thing to do. While I extended my hand completely, he flatly ignored it. I lowered my hand after it was clear he was not going to shake mine.

“It’s nice to meet you Sir, I’ve heard quite a bit about you.”

His eyes moved from her to me where he seemed to look me over twice, it was like he was trying to determine who or what I was. He then looked back to her, her hand found mine without her even looking away.

“I thought that you and Adam were talking regularly and working out the problems between the two of you. If you are Emily, why the hell are you with this asshole?”

I felt Emily tighten her hand on mine and I looked at her. I’d been called an asshole before so that was nothing new to me and I respected that this was George’s wedding and I would not start anything here to cause problems or require intervention from security. It did not mean that I was not pissed off or that I did not really want to tell him how I felt he was a pathetic, despicable jackass.

“Zachary is not an asshole father and you will show more respect toward him in the future because he is my boyfriend and he has been for some time now.  Concerning Adam, there is nothing to work out between him and me. We were never a couple and I am never marrying him. There is nothing that we need to talk about or work on. He just needs to stay away from me.”

“Adam can do so much for you Emily, he loves you. What will this asshole do to you? Leave you at home while he trots around the globe and fucks anything on two legs? Come now Emily, you know what Adam did to you was because of this assholes wife. Adam would have never done that to you. He wouldn’t have used the drumsticks on you if you hadn’t made him mad.”

I bite the inside of my mouth fairly hard, taste the blood because I really wanted to knock him the fuck out. Emily’s grip had gotten worse and I looked at her, much of the rosy color was gone from her face and that just pissed me off more. I turned to say something to him but Christopher was suddenly standing in front of me; Aaron was beside him in front of Emily looking at her.

“Everything ok Emmy?” Aaron asked.

She had been slumped but then she straightened up and I could see her back as she straightened her back, saw the way her shoulders flexed and god she was sexy when she was pissed off at someone other than me. She moved Aaron politely and he moved without hesitation, but Christopher remained in front of me.

“For the record David, Zac can do a hell of a lot more for me than Adam can ever dream of. He loves me and if I want too, he will take me globetrotting as well. I know he won’t be sleeping with anyone but me. Adam done what he did because he wanted too, it had nothing to do with Zachary’s ex-wife. I did not make him mad; he did that because he wanted too. I honestly do not give a damn if you approve of Zac or not, because this is my life and I say who I am with. I will never marry Adam.”

He seemed taken aback by her words as did Christopher and Aaron. She turned to Aaron and I swore it was like a whole new person.

“Everything is fine Aaron, Zac and I are going inside now to sit down.”

She didn’t any of them time to argue; she swiftly moved and led me inside. As we moved inside I heard Christopher say something about making a scene and that it was George’s day, his only wedding. I agreed with him, this was not the time or place to discuss any of this. Emily led me to the third row on the left side, and sat me down beside her, putting herself on the end. Her movements showed that something was wrong.

“Emily? Are you ok?”

“I will explain later, it’s not the right place. By later, I mean when we are alone at Aarons.”

I laid my hand on her leg. “Ok. Ignore what he said Emily; you know where you want to be.”

She smiled at me. “I do know where I want to be, right here beside you.”

I smiled and glanced around the small church, there colors were gold and silver, so most the decorations that were present were one of those colors but they let the church’s natural beauty shine.

Guest arrived and she chatted with a few, her other brothers sat near us as well with their dates. The ceremony began at three ten, a little late but it was fine. I watched as everyone entered, Christina’s dress was very pretty but the images that flowed through my head were not of Christina, but Emily.
I was still not certain that she was totally happy with me; after all, Kate had told me that for years and it was obviously a lie. After the hallway talk we had talked more at home Tuesday about the things Kate had said or done and she’d assured me that she was happy with me.

As the ceremony began my thoughts drifted back to the day she showed up at 3CG and our relationship since that day. It had been one hell of a roller coaster ride with lots of ups and downs, a few sharp curves, and don’t forget the loops and corkscrews. Yet, the last year had been calmer compared to that first year. But, if we got married would anything change? My relationship with Kate prior to our wedding had felt like this, I felt like Kate was happy and that she wanted to be with me. I had not told Emily the reason I promised and didn’t ask was because I was terrified if I took that step, everything would fall apart. I was terrified that I would lose her in the end, and I just couldn’t handle that.

I knew I shouldn’t compare my relationship with Kate with my relationship with Emily. They were very different from one another. But all of my fears and concerns came from Kate and how our relationship was. Would Emily change once we got married? Would she suddenly hate everything about me?

I looked up to the alter and watched as the preacher addressed them, George and Christina looked elated to be there. Yet, George had said their relationship was not perfect either. I moved my eyes to Emily, sitting beside me using her phone to capture pictures. She was so different than Kate.

For starters, she loved and valued family. It was important to her even though her own family was messed up, I could tell she never stopped loving her brothers. My family loved her and she loved them back. My siblings adored and respected her but they had never done that with Kate. Emily loved them in return and often did things with them when we were busy. My parents were not particularly happy about the way we got together, but they still respected her and Dad had asked me when she was going to be his daughter in law. Family wise, Emily was perfect because Kate had never cared about my family, just hers.

Business or career wise, Emily fit very well. She was not very patient but she understood the middle of the night calls to discuss a song idea. She understood that our career was highly dependent upon the fans and our devotion to them ran deep. She didn’t mind if I was stopped by a fan for a picture, autograph, or even just to talk. She evidently didn’t much mind the pictures other artists posted; she’d not said anything about Gabby’s. Kate complained often about all of those things and had Gabby posted that while I was with Kate, she would have screamed at me for days, Again, Emily was perfect because she understood the business, what we did, and our commitment to it.

As for how she treated me as an individual, well, that was hands down a lot better than Kate ever had. Emily didn’t put me down, call me names, or complain about every little thing I did. When she saw the list of faults Kate had written, she got furious at Kate. Two days later on my desk was a three page list of everything she felt was perfect about me everything she loved and would never change, I wouldn’t admit to anyone, I had cried for 30 minutes after reading it. That afternoon, I burned Kate’s lists. Emily’s list was still on my desk and I would look at it anytime I felt bad. She made me feel alive, like I truly mattered to her. She wanted to know how I felt, what I needed, what I wanted, and she genuinely listened to me. Again, Emily was perfect because she didn’t make me feel like I was nothing; she made me feel loved and wanted.

This brings me too sexually speaking. Kate and I had a horrible sex life, there was no denying that. I had felt inadequate, ashamed, and like I could do nothing right for the entire marriage. It was a horrible feeling and even the first time I was with Emily, I was terrified that I would fuck up. Her calling my name out, screaming it even, had made me feel like I had truly done something right. Kate was a prude with me, Emily was far from it. Again, Emily was perfect because she wasn’t afraid to explore, had no problem telling me if she liked it or didn’t, and I really couldn’t deny that I was much happier. I also couldn’t deny the fact that she kept coming to me was a major ego booster, screaming my name was also.

Emily looked at me and smiled, slid a little closer and put her hand on my knee. I put my arm around her but I saw the look her father shot me when he saw that. It was full of disdain, hatred, and I was sure that if I asked him for his blessing in marrying Emily, he would tell me no. Most likely, hell no and he’d be screaming that. But, who would I ask? The logical choice was George, he was the oldest male member of her family and I would surely need Craig’s blessing as well.

When the ceremony was done and the newlyweds were out of the church, guest were escorted to vans and driven to the reception area where there was a cocktail time first, while they enjoyed getting pictures. Craig approached us while we were outside.

“What did he say?”

“What did who say about what?” Emily asked.

“Your father, I saw you talking to him then you looked really pissed.”

“There is nothing to be worried about, nothing that warrants any attention.”

I kept quiet. Craig accepted and we went inside. I’d been to several weddings and knew the drill. I found soda for drinks and snacked on crackers and cheese. Emily went with something stronger, but I passed. We found our names and after they were introduced and sat down we had dinner, then cake, then the music started. We sat there for quite some time after the music started and then she looked at me.

“I can’t say I broke anything can I?”

“No.”

I got up and got her hand, lead her to the dance floor and prayed she didn’t do any highly sexual moves. I had to admit that Christina did well mixing their musical taste and ensuring a good dance mix. Although, slow dancing to a song that was sung by my own band, was a bit strange. But Emily was right against me, holding me tightly and as we swayed to the music the people around us kind of faded. She wasn’t looking elsewhere, she wasn’t worried about anything, and she was focused on me. That was my moment, the moment where everything fell into place and I knew without a doubt, Emily was the right one and it wouldn’t change afterwards it would only get better.

By eleven Emily was pretty drunk and her g-rated moves were getting much closer to the triple x kind. When I asked if she was ready to head back, she agreed and we took a cab back to Aaron’s apartment. I unlocked the door and let her inside and barely had it closed when she pushed me against the wall and crushed her lips to mine. It took me a few moments to blindly re-lock the door while she nearly ripped the button on the jacket off and I do believe one of the shirt buttons did come off.

I picked her up and went to the bedroom, the last thing I needed was her brother walking in on us having sex in his apartment. I closed and locked the bedroom door, didn’t bother with the light either, there was no point. I really didn’t care where my clothes ended up as long as they were on the floor, but she was much more aggressive when she had been drinking so I didn’t even bother to remove the dress completely until after the fact but I did have to admit seeing her riding me with the dress around her hips was pretty hot. When I did finally remove it, it landed somewhere near the side of the bed. I really hoped that Aaron was very late coming home, I had not heard him but then again I was listening to Emily and not anything else, even when she was curled up beside me all I heard was her soft breathing as I drifted off as well.




Emily's dress (without the 3 flowers).