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The church benches were uncomfortable. I squirmed, wishing I could just use my accommodating boyfriend as a seat, but knowing that was not quite proper to do at the wedding of your former fiancée.

Hilde was at the altar, smiling radiantly at BC. She made a lovely bride, and I was glad that she wasn't mine. She wouldn't have been this happy at our wedding. She was glowing. I recognized that expression.

I glanced to the side. Heero was sitting next to me, looking gorgeous in his dark blue suit. He looked at me and smiled. I smiled back, feeling myself light up.

A small cough made me look in front of us where Quatre sat, looking smugly over his shoulder at us. If we hadn't been in a church I would've stuck my tongue out at him. I scowled instead, and he smirked. I wondered if I could get away with...

Heero's fingers tapped my knee. Behave, he meant.

I would've stuck my tongue out at him, but I knew what his usual reaction to that was, and again, it wasn't appropriate for church.

I focused on the happy couple instead. I watched as they recited their vows, kissed each other and were declared man and wife. They walked down the aisle past us and I caught Heero's eye. He raised an eyebrow at me.

I knew what that meant too. Years of being Heero's partner had let me learn him pretty well, but in the last month or so of being his lover, learning the inside of his heart I had better insight into him than before. We could communicate without a word.

It had been difficult- it still was difficult- to get Heero to relax in certain...situations. He was still afraid he would hurt me.

But we would get through it- we were getting through it.

And oh, did I love working on that area of our relationship.

I sighed happily.

Heero's arm went around my shoulders.

"Duo? Are you doing okay?" He murmured softly.

I leaned into him, letting my arm go around his waist. The wedding was over, the church was clearing out. No one was really looking at Hilde's ex-fiancé now.

"Of course. You're here."

A soft chuckle made me realize we did have an audience. Quatre was still in the row in front of us, Trowa leaning over his shoulder.

"Shut up."

"I didn't say anything," Quatre protested. "Just remembering a friend of mine who told me, oh, what- six months ago- that there was no happy ending for him anymore." He grinned.

"Don't gloat," Trowa chuckled. "We'll see you two at the reception." He steered Quatre out of their row.

"You really okay?"

"I said I was." I hugged him for a moment and then let go. "C'mon. Let's go and let Hilde and her family feed us. Then I'm going to take you home and show you how okay I am."

Heero smiled and let me pull him out of the row.

"You know," I told him as we walked down the aisle. "We should do this too, don't you think?"

He stopped dead and looked at me. "Duo?"

"Well, isn't that how happy endings usually start?"

"I thought we'd already started," he said after a moment in a serious tone that made me smile.

"Is that a no?"

"You know I can't tell you no."

"I know. I was counting on it." He pulled me close and kissed me quickly. Then he pulled back and opened his mouth. "No. Don't even say it." I stopped him. "I love you. Yes, I do want to stay with you. Nothing can make me change my mind about that. Yes, it's a bit soon, but we don't have to do it right away. I'm not going to change my mind though..."

He put a hand over my mouth. "Duo. I was going to say yes."

"No arguments?" I asked when he moved it again.

"None." He smiled wider. "Would you let me argue anyway?"

"Nope," I grinned at him. "You're mine. Might as well just accept it."

He kissed me again, gently. "I wouldn't want it any other way."