Of Wedding Bells And Nights Of Hell.

"I know, right?" Kyndal winked at his soon to be husband, holding his hand tightly. He couldn't believe he was going to be spending the rest of his life with Rhet...

Rhett chuckled softly, moving to glance to the preacher as he began the ceremony.
"Ah hope heh hurries up." Rhett was more anticipating the wedding night.

"Mhm..." Kyndal hummed softly although his gaze was locked on Rhett's, listening intently to the preacher's words. He could just cry, he was so excited for this moment...

Rhett continued with his goofy smile, it was very unusual for Rhett but the man couldn't help it. Though he had been nervous about this, turn's out he was really pleased to be marrying Kyndal. His grip on the smaller man's hands tightened with the thought of forever.
It didn't sound so bad.

Kyndal's hand was shaking in Rhett's grip as it felt like the preacher would never get on with it. And then, it was finally time.
"I do!" He grinned brightly.

"Ah doh." Rhett spoke lightly as the preached questioned him. The preacher didn't even get to finish announcing he could kiss his bride before he had Kyndal in a passionate lip lock.

And Kyndal was just as fast, wrapping his arms around Rhett's neck and practically tackling the man as he returned the kiss. He was Kyndal Braxton now. Everything was perfect.

The kiss was fierce, promising a forever together as Rhett left Kyndal with bruised lips.
"WOOT!" Misery pounced out of his seat, clapping. "Mister and Misses Braxton everyone!!"

"Hell yeah!" Kyndal beamed as his lips ached, pulling Misery into a tight hug.

Misery squeezed Kyndal tightly, whining as Rhett lifted them both up.
"Alrigh' where weh goin?" He had let Kyndal make the wedding so he was not sure what his new husband had planned out.

"Uh..." Kyndal blinked lightly. The honeymoon. How could he have not planned the honeymoon?! He cursed softly under his breath. The wedding was quite extravagant, it'd been very stressful to plan, the honeymoon had completely skipped his mind.

Rhett raised a brow at him, already piecing together to issue.
Leave it to his short stack.
"Kyndaleh." The large burly man began, amusement clear in his voice. "Doh weh ave' ah reception, er ah place ta spend tha night?"

Kyndal hid his face in his hands.
"The reception is ready..." He smiled nervously. "But no to that last part... I'm sorry." He groaned, swaying back and forth. He was such an airhead!

"Whah' ah ditzeh man ah'm marryin'." Rhett smiled nonetheless. Leave it to Kyndal to forget to make plans for their wedding night. "Ah migh' ave' somethin' planned." He had to check in on his lover, had to make sure he was on track.
And when he wasn't.
Rhett was inclined to help him out.

"I'm sorry!" Kyndal whined softly, jumping on to Rhett to cling on tighter. "You're amazing." He grinned up at him though.

"Ah know, yar ah lucky f*cker." He pressed Kyndal to his chest, carting him down to the reception. He hated this suit, and he hated dancing and he hated being formal.
But for Kyndal it was all worth it.

"I love you." Kyndal hummed softly. Everyone else had already moved on out to the reception and cleared out the center of the dance floor so the couple could have their wedding dance. One of the things Kyndal had managed to do was set up a playlist for them to dance to.

"Alrigh' shart stack, ya ad' better enjoy this." Rhett's upper lip curled in a small smile. Regardless of his hatred of dancing, he did it well. His mother had loved to dance.

"I will." Kyndal flashed him a small smile of his own, his head resting against Rhett's chest, listening to the man's steady heartbeat as the music played around them.

Rhett ran over the dance in his head, before he began to move.
One, two, three.
One, two, three.
It wasnt really that bad, especially not with Kyndal pressed securely to his chest.

Kyndal stepped atop Rhett's feet, boosting him up a few inches as he let Rhett take over the dancing.
"I love you Mr. Braxton." He purred softly, his thick brown hair nuzzling into Rhett's neck.

Rhett snorted softly, his lips resting in Kyndal's hair.
"Ah could say tha same ta you, listeralleh." He found himself rather pleased to share his last name with Kyndal.

"I know it's only a two letter difference from my last name but damn, this feels awesome." Kyndal beamed at him, pressing kisses to his neck.

"Yar last name sounded like ah disease or ah vaccine." Rhett smirked lightly, he always found it amusing though how their names were so close.

"Pfft, it did not." Kyndal whined, though he was much happier with the new name though. "So what exactly did you have planned for tonight?"