E/N: Nice long chapter for you, since it's the last. *sniffle*

You might as well stick to what you're good at, so I am. For our finishing chapter, I shall be ending on a… good note. Yes, smut ensues. Well, you know, I thought 'Meh, I'm already on R, why not stick a bit of smut in to top it off since, seemingly, I can't write anything without the rating ending up as R.' So, yes, smut. Good. We like smut. If you don't like smut, however, just read up to it and then stop. Simple as. No flamies for the last chappie please!

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In case you get confused, Matt lives in the Grand Hotel when he's in Andomen. It's owned by friends of his parents and he lives with them when not in his own world. He has lots of authority in the hotel.

I hope you all enjoyed the fic as much as I've enjoyed writing it (gods, that's starting to sound really old now!)

By the way, on a final note, 'The Fellowship of the Naz-Girls' by Guardian of Tears (on ) really is a very good fic, you know. You should all go read it when you get the chance. Really, you should!

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Chapter 27

   Blaise and Simon had agreed on a very small wedding. Only their closest friends and family were invited. They had booked a very small chapel in the quieter part of Alden and the reception (though it could be barely called such) was being held at Simon's parent's house.

   It was 20th June. Freja and Nissa had now returned from their home worlds for the summer and the wedding. Simon and Matt were staying at Peter's and the six girls were staying at Freja's, but none of them had seen Blaise since the morning before. The bride-to-be had a surprise for them all.

   "Blaise, you look stunning," Nissa whispered in awe. The Siren stood before them in a floor length, pure white, chiffon and silk dress, a small diamond tiara in her hair and crimson red stilettos. Her waist-length, raven and crimson locks had been cut to shoulder-length, layered and feathered. It was a halter-neck dress, edged with crimson red that matched the streaks in her hair perfectly. She looked truly elegant, especially considering the fact they'd all expected something typically Blaise. It was a little low cut at the front, nothing drastic compared to most of her old wardrobe. Really, only her arms, shoulders and upper chest were exposed. She held a small bouquet of red roses.

   "Oh, Blaise," Noo sniffled, dabbing her eyes with a tissue.

   "You've cut your hair?!" Ebony said in shock. Blaise nodded. "But… why?!"

   "I wanted a change. A new start, a new look," she explained. "And longer hair makes me look younger. I'm soon to be a married woman, I have to look the part."

   "You look so graceful and refined," said Freja. "The dress is absolutely beautiful. I'm sorry we doubted you, we expected something a little more… you." Blaise's calm expression suddenly broke out into a mischievous grin. She giggled.

   "You'd be right to," she replied. She turned around and the dress was completely backless, so much so were it dipped at the bottom, her buttock cleavage showed discreetly. But the girls weren't staring at that.

   "When did you get that done?!" Chrissie cried.

   "The day after my 18th birthday." At the base of her spine, there was small tattoo. There was the outline of a B and black S snaked round it. It was roughly 2x2 inches. That was the other shock she had planned.

   "Coooooooool!" said Ebony.

   "B and S," Nissa said with a smile," very appropriate." Ebony burst out laughing.

   "Bullshit!!"

   "Pardon?!"

   "B and S. Bullshit!!" Freja rolled her eyes.

   "But still," she said, "what if you were to-"

   "Me and Si were made to last," Blaise said firmly. "I don't take this marriage lightly."

   "We know, B," said Chrissie. She hugged her friend tightly. "We're all really happy for you."

   "Thank you." Blaise looked at the clock. "OH GODS!! I've got two hours! I'm not ready! I need to do my make up! And you've all got to put your dresses on! And do your make up! And Nissa's hair has to be done! And-" Noo strode over to her best friend and pushed her shoulders down to seat her.

   "I am doing you're make up. Freja is doing Nissa's hair. We are all doing each other's make up. And we're putting our dresses on later, so that we don't ruin them."

   "It was rather stupid putting your dress on before doing your make up, B," said Ebony.

   "Well, I wanted to put it on, alright?" the Bride said.

   "Look, Blaise, calm down," said Freja. "Everything is going to be fine. You already look gorgeous. We are all going to be over-shadowed by you're beauty-"

   "Even though we are anyway," interrupted Noo.

   "-and Simon is going to fall even more in love with you than he already is. And you will live happily ever after."

   "Do you reckon you'll have kids, B?" Chrissie asked. Blaise's eyes widened.

   "Can I marry him first, please? Kids are a little further into the future than I want to think of right now. I don't know if I even want children yet."

   "You've got to have children, B!" said Noo. "I have to be an auntie!"

   "Let me just get married first, ok? I've got enough to think about at the moment without adding kids to the equation!"

   "Sorry," said Chrissie. "We're just getting excitable."

   "I know." She sat down and sighed. "Thank you, all of you, so much."

   "What for, you silly mare?" said Nissa.

   "For being here, for helping me. For being my family. It means so much to me. I'd be lost without you all." She turned and looked out the window, in anticipation of tears she didn't want them to see. "Do you think they'll be there?" The girls all looked at each other worriedly. They knew who she meant and had no idea how to answer.

   "Did you receive an acceptance?" Freja asked.

   "No."

   "Well, perhaps they didn't receive it," suggested Ebony. "You know what our postal system is like."

   "I'm sure they wouldn't purposely miss their daughter's wedding, even after everything," said Nissa reassuringly.

   "I wouldn't be too sure about that."

   "Well, let's not talk about that, we'll see when we get there," Chrissie said anxiously. "And since we're going to have gods know how long of fancy posh music, let's play a bit of the good stuff, eh?" They all grinned as they began to play some loud, brash music that would have made Mrs. Arabella Archer cringe.

**

   "Peter, what the hell are you doing here?!" Freja shrieked. The cars were due to arrive any minute and he had just turned up on the doorstep. "You should be at the church!!" Peter raised an eyebrow as he walked passed the Fire-Elf.

   "Why would I want to do that?" he asked, grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl.

   "Er, hello?! The wedding maybe!"

   "Yes, I am aware of it, Freja, but why would I want to be at the church?" The four other bridesmaids came running downstairs as quickly as they could in their silk, burgundy dresses and burgundy stilettos, cascades of curls tumbling down from the tops of the heads, one small rose tucked into the hair tie on each girl. "You all look lovely. Gorgeous, in fact. Makes a change to see you two in dresses." That comment was directed at Chrissie and Nissa.

   "Why are you here?!" Nissa said. "You're Simon's Best Man! You should be at the church!!"

   "Ahh, you see that's where you are wrong, my darling."

   "What?" said Ebony. "But you told us yourself that you're his Best Man."

   "Because Blaise didn't want you knowing the truth till today because she knew how you'd all react."

   "React to what?"

   "Pete's giving me away," Blaise said, walking into the kitchen at last. Peter looked utterly stunned.

   "Blimey…" he whispered. "Blaise, you look… amazing." She smiled.

   "Thank you."

   "AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" Noo interrupted the moment loudly. "Oh, oh it's cute! Oh bless! You asked Peter! Oh bless! It's cute!! AWWWWW!"

   "Shut up, woman."

   "But it's cute!!!"

   "So you said. I knew this was how you'd react." The other four were just grinning at her. "Stop it!"

   "It is sweet though, B," Peter chuckled. "You know how chuffed I was when you asked me."

   "Yeah, well… aren't the cars here yet?" A car horn sounded letting them know of the cars' arrivals. "Ah, there we go."

   "Who's with who then?"

   "Well, the Maid of Honour should go in the first car," said Chrissie, "with two others. The other two in the next one and Peter and Blaise in last."

   "Sounds sensible enough," said Ebony. "Off we trot then, come on."

   "Er, just one thing before we go though," said Noo. "If Peter's giving Blaise away, who's Simon's Best Man?"

   "Matt," Peter replied. Everyone started grinning at Freja, who was Maid of Honour.

   "Don't even bother saying it," she snapped.

   "The Best Man gets to kiss the Maid of Honour," Nissa teased. "And after the Bride and Groom, they have their first dance together."

   "Yes, yes, shut up and get moving." Freja was blushing terribly and cursing the fact Peter was giving Blaise away.

**

   Blaise peered through the doors of the tiny chapel anxiously, whilst awaiting the cue to start walking. Excluding the girls, Peter and Matt, there were ten people invited, and eight people present. Her parents had not come. She sighed and Peter looked at her quizzically.

   "They're not here," she said sadly.

   "But we all are," he said reassuringly. He hugged her quickly. "We're your family now." She smiled and hooked her arm through his. "Ready?" he asked. She nodded.

   "As I'll ever be." The Bridal March began to play and they walked down the aisle.

   As that famous piece of music began to play, Simon turned to see his best friend and his fiancée walking towards him. A huge grin lit up his face. Blaise looked more beautiful than he had ever seen her before. The femme fatale of Alden had been tamed at last, and it was he of all people that she had fallen for. He couldn't have felt happier. He was now to spend the rest of his life with the most beautiful, most desired woman in the City. The fact that his parents hated her (well, they hadn't exactly said that, it was more like she wasn't good enough, but it's the same thing really) was insignificant and a problem that could be addressed later.

   She reached the altar and looked up at Simon. He too looked even more gorgeous than ever and she smiled lovingly as she took his hand.

   Peter took his seat next to Matt, watching the couple gaze affectionately at each other, as the service began. He was overflowing with happiness. He'd always secretly known that Simon and Blaise would end up together. Ever since they'd first met, there'd been an electric kind of chemistry between them. Plus there was the sneaky glances they always gave one another when they thought no one was watching, the loving smiles, and all the little things that added up. He was so happy that they'd finally got their act together and were doing what it had taken him four months to convince Simon was what he really wanted and needed to do.

   Nissa looked across the aisle at her boyfriend and was completely shocked to see a tear trickling down his face. She suppressed the urge to run over and hug him for being so cute.

**

   "You may kiss the bride." Simon leant forward and captured her lips gently.

   "I love you," he whispered.

   "I love you too," she replied. They then turned to the small crowd, who were all beaming and most of them were crying (Matt, Nissa, William Archer, Ebony's Dad and Chrissie's Dad were the only ones not crying).

   Holding hands again, Blaise and Simon walked down the aisle towards the exit of the chapel. Confetti was thrown and laughter rang out, photos were taken and there was much celebration.

   "Come on, B, we've got to have a photo of your garter!!" Ebony declared. Blaise grinned.

   "Of course." She hitched up the right side of her dress to reveal the crimson garter.

   "Ooh, very sexy!" Chrissie chuckled.

   "Would I have anything else?"

   "As if," said Noo.

   "Ok, you can let go of your skirt now, B," Nissa prompted.

   "What? Oh." She giggled. "Sorry, wasn't concentrating."

   "Well, Mrs. Archer, I should start concentrating if I were you," Peter teased, "else Simon will start feeling neglected." Blaise giggled.

   "Blaise Archer," she said. "I like that. I'm 18 and I'm Mrs. Archer already. Who'd have thought it? If you'd have told me when I was 16 that I'd be married in two years, I'd have-" She stopped and the happiness left her face. It was replaced with confusion and shock.

   "Blaise?" Chrissie said uncertainly. They all followed the Siren's gaze. Hugo Earthsinger was standing at the bottom of the path to the chapel.

   "Dad?" Blaise whispered.

   "I got stuck in traffic," he said. "I wouldn't have missed my daughter's wedding on purpose." She ran forward and threw her arms round her father's neck.

   "Oh, Daddy, I'm so sorry!!" she cried. "I'm so, so sorry!"

   "No, Blaise, I am. It wasn't your fault and I should have done more to show you that."

   "I thought you hated me."

   "I've never hated you. I've never even blamed you for what happened to Dahlia. But you know what your mother is like." Blaise nodded.

   "Is she ok?"

   "Yes, she's fine."

   "And what about you? Are you alright?"

   "Yes, I'm fine too."

   "Will you come back to Simon's with us? To the reception?" He shook his head sadly.

   "I can't. I have to get back. I just wanted to give you this and meet the man that's got to look after you now. I'm so sorry I missed the service. I tried to get here."

   "I didn't expect you to show at all, Daddy, that in itself is the best gift I can have." She hugged him again.

   "Well, I have this for you anyway. I'm sorry it isn't much, but your mother always intended to give this to you on your Wedding Day. She agreed that you should still have it." He gave her a small box and inside was a pendant. It was three waved lines and a slender fish tail.

   "Mom's necklace?" she whispered. She looked at her dad. "She's still given it me?"

   "You know the custom of your mom's family. It is to be handed from mother to daughter no matter what. Blaise, your mom does love you still, but losing Dahlia was such a blow to her…"

   "I know." She turned around, everyone was watching nervously. "Si, come here." The Elf came over. "Daddy, this is Simon. Si, this is my dad, Hugo."

   "I'm pleased to meet you, Mr. Earthsinger," Simon said politely, shaking his hand.

   "You've no need for formalities, Simon. You're part of the family now," Hugo replied. "I'm pleased to meet you too."

   "I guess it's a little late to ask your permission for your daughter's hand." The three of them laughed.

   "I have no doubts that you will love and treat my daughter as she deserves and protect her as she needs to be protected."

   "You have my promise on that."

   "You appear to have chosen a good man, Blaise." She smiled gratefully.

   "I have," she said.

   "Well, I should probably go now. I don't want to hold you up."

   "Are you sure you can't come back with us?"

   "I'm sorry, but I can't. I promised your mother." She nodded.

   "Ok. But I have to see you again soon."

   "Give me a ring when you get back from your honeymoon, and I'll take you out." She hugged him tightly for the last time.

   "I've missed you, Daddy."

   "And I've missed you, princess." He kissed her cheek. "I'll speak to you soon."

   "SEE YA, MR. E!!" Nissa yelled, waving maniacally, as he began to walk away. He laughed.

   "Bye Nissa."

   Blaise looked up at Simon, tears of joy shining in her eyes.

   "He came after all," she said. "And mom gave me her necklace!" He smiled and gently caressed her cheek.

   "You see. How long have I been telling you they don't hate you?"

   "Shall we be going then?" William said.

   "No, we can't yet!" said Chrissie. "B's got to throw her bouquet!"

   "And Si's got to throw B's garter!" said Nissa.

   "Must we?" Arabella sighed irritably.

   "Oh yes, we've got to keep with tradition," said Mr. Noo'Diel. "Go on, Blaise." Blaise stood on the step and tossed her bouquet high in the air. All the women bunched together violently, even the married ones, and leapt for the bunch of roses. Nissa's hand closed around it.

   "HA!!" she yelled supremely. Then she looked at Peter and they both flushed, grinning.

   "Awww, bless," cooed Blaise. She then hitched up her skirt again, removed her garter and handed it to Simon.

   "Thank you," he replied and threw it over his shoulder without any warning. It landed hooked over Matt's ear. He went crimson and lowered his head. Freja picked it up between the nails of her index finger and thumb and handed it back to Blaise.

   "There," she said. "I, somehow, don't think Matt wants it." Blaise took it and winked at Freja.

   "But you might," she chuckled. The other bridesmaids started grinning suggestively at her. Freja blushed.

   "Let's go, shall we?"

**

   "The Grand Hotel?" Blaise spluttered. "As in the largest, the most expensive hotel in ALL of Andomen?!?"

   "Yes, we're staying there tonight and going in morning," Simon replied.

   "I DON'T HAVE THE SORT OF CLOTHES SUITABLE TO GO SOMEWHERE LIKE THAT!!!"

   "B, I doubt your wardrobe would be considered suitable anywhere."

   "That's not the point!! Simon, it's really posh and big and expensive!!"

   "Does it matter? We're only there for one night."

   "That's not the point either!"

   "You're just looking for an excuses to complain now."

   "But Simon…"

   "But what?"

   "That's all I got."

   "You know you want to go really," said Nissa.

   "Who wouldn't?!" said Ebony.

   "And it's not like you have much choice," said Peter. "It's all booked and everything."

   "You've got the honeymoon suite," said Matt. "I had to fight for it, but you got it. So make the most of everything it has. You're paying good money for that, even with my discount, so use everything it has to offer, even if you don't need it."

   "I don't think that's what either of them have in mind for tonight," Ebony whispered to Chrissie. Chrissie sniggered.

   "So we're going, now?" Blaise said.

   "Yes, as long as it is ok with her ladyship," Simon replied. She stuck her tongue out at him.

   "It is fine with her ladyship," she replied, "one is merely shocked at our place of residence this night." They all laughed.

   "You'd better get going then, really," said Peter, "if you want to spend the whole night… getting to know one another better." He winked as they both blushed.

   "That's quite enough of that," said Arabella, sternly. They all avoided eye contact with her and noticed every other person in the room chuckling to themselves.

   "Do you have everything?" Simon asked Blaise, keen to get off that subject whilst his mother was present.

   "Yes, I'm ready when you are," Blaise replied happily. "I'm hyper now!!"

   "And she's all yours, Si," Nissa laughed.

   "Have a good time," said Chrissie.

   "Phone us when you get there," said Freja.

   "And when you get back," said Ebony.

   "We want to know everything," said Noo.

   "Details!" said Eb, Chrissie and Nissa. Blaise smiled.

   "Not this time," she replied, knowing exactly what sort of details they meant. "At least not yet!"

**

   "OH MY GODS!!!" The honeymoon suite was huge. Huger than huge. It was more like a whole apartment than a hotel room. It had everything! They were in a sort of lounge area as they walked in.

   "Bloody hell," said Simon. "It is big." Blaise was running hither and thither, inspecting everything, seeing what it did, investigating how large this suite actually. An excited squeal told Simon she'd found the bedroom.

   "SIMON!! The bedroom is about the same size as the whole of the bottom floor of Pete's house!!! AND THE BED IS A GIANT!!! WITH SILK SHEETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

   "The bathroom is pretty vast too," he answered. He walked into the bedroom just in time to see Blaise launch herself at the bed, wedding dress, stilettos and all, landing on it flat on her stomach. She slid across it, almost going off the end, but not quite.

   "WOW!" she giggled. "It's like being a kid all over again!"

   "If we're honest, B, did you ever grow up?" he chuckled, walking over to the bed, like any normal person would.

   "Nah, not really." She grinned. "It's like STILL being a kid!!"

   "You do make me laugh, you know." He sat down and slid a little too. "Wow, that is fun."

   "SEE!!" She kicked her shoes off and started bouncing on the bed, causing Simon to slip off the edge of the bed. The two of them burst out laughing, then Blaise fell over and ended up with her skirt over her head.

   "Ooh, I'm not doing that again," she said when they'd finally calmed down and stopped laughing, though she was still lying on the bed and he was sitting on the floor. "I feel dizzy now."

   "Anyone would think we were five years old."

   "What's wrong with that? We always knew we were fools."

   "True." She rolled onto her front and rested her chin on her right hand whilst inspecting her wedding band.

   "It's really weird to think that I'm married now, you know. I'm a Mrs."

   "You do like it though, don't you?" She looked at him and smiled.

   "Of course I do. Like I said, I can never be truly happy with anyone but you." She shuffled forward and kissed him. "This can't be comfortable for you, sitting down there."

   "It's not."

   "Come up here then." He stood up and she knelt up. Her arms snaked round his neck whilst his wrapped round her waist. She kissed him again, only this time fiercer and more possessively. He climbed onto the bed with her and returned the kiss fully. Her hands slid under his jacket and pushed it off his shoulders.

   "Blaise," he murmured against her lips.

   "Mmm hmm?"

   "I've never… I mean, I haven't… this is my first time…" She stopped kissing him for a minute and looked at him. Then she smiled softly.

   "We'll take it slow. This is my first time since everything happened…"

   She sat back on the bed as he cupped her cheek and kissed her once again, so soft and chaste, there was barely any contact between their mouths. She practically melted in his arms.

   She'd had many worries about this night. It was their wedding night, of course he was going to want to do it (even with this virginal information), but she had cruel, dark memories of it. Months of torture upon her and hours of torture upon her sister. But she knew now she had nothing to fear. He would make this act of love sweet and pure for her. Despite all that she was famous for throughout the city, tonight would also be Blaise Archer's first time. Her first time to make love. Sex wouldn't be a fulfillment of lust anymore, he was about to change all that.

   She lay back and he leant nervously over her, pausing.

   "You don't have to be scared, Si," she said gently. He lowered his eyes, bashfully.

   "You're going to think I'm silly and awful. I don't even know what do."

   "It comes naturally." She undid the small clasp at the nape of her neck that held her dress up. "Show me what it is to love. Be gentle, be slow, caress me, love me."

   "I do love you, Blaise."

   "Don't use your voice to tell me. Let your actions show me." He bowed forward and settled his lips on hers as he trailed his hands down her arms and back up again. He slipped his hands under the top half of the dress and pulled it down to her waist. Then slowly, his lips left her mouth. They moved along her cheek, down to her chin and the column of her neck. He flicked his tongue into the hollow of her neck and gained a delectable little hum of approval from her.

   Her hands moved up his body, to his neck. She loosened his tie, then pulled it over his head. She undid the top three buttons of his shirt, but the rest were out of the reach of her arms until he moved back up her body with a steadiness that sent her reeling. He was determined to shower adoration and worship on every square inch of her body, slowly and thoroughly.

   She undid the last button and pushed the shirt off his shoulders, as she'd done with the jacket, to reveal the firm expanse of alabaster beauty. Having always been one to appreciate a broad shouldered, highly muscled torso, Simon's more slender form was a little different for Blaise, but he felt good nonetheless. She ran her hands across his chest and abdomen, feeling the solid muscles beneath his creamy pale skin.

   He finally made his way back up and he planted a delicate kiss at the corner of her mouth.

   "Am I doing it right?" he asked her. She smiled.

   "Don't doubt yourself. And don't you dare stop." Her hands were now at his waistband, lazily unbuckling the belt. His hands were stationary on her hips for now, whilst he rained affection on her neck in the form of licks and kisses - he'd worked out she liked that part more than others.

   She started to push his trousers down and when she couldn't reach any further, she used her feet. Pulling her skirt up a little, she parted her legs, so he lay between them, and wrapped them around his, desperately trying to be rid of this burden. Then the only thing between them and the ultimate peak of pleasure would be a pair of boxers and a skirt.

   She put her hands on top of his and started to push the skirt down, over her hips, encouraging him to rid of it for her. He soon complied, reveling at her touch as she arched up against him so he could get rid the skirt off with more ease.

   She slipped a finger under the waistband of his boxers and ran it round teasingly. She could feel his desire pressing against her inner thigh.

   "Do you want the honours, or shall I?" she queried, regarding the only remaining item of clothing.

   "We'll compromise." Together they peeled his underwear off.

   "Are you ready?" she asked. He nodded.

   "Yes, but-" She held a finger to his lips.

   "No buts. You'll be fine. I trust you." He kissed her and slid into her. She closed her eyes and moaned quietly at the sensation. But then, what she'd been dreading, began…

   Nius struck her across the face and she stumbled, falling onto the bed. She looked up at him blearily, through tear filled eyes. He was standing there, naked, and she was anticipating the inevitable onslaught on her body. He tore her shirt open and leered…

   Her eyes flew open and she gasped. Simon froze and looked fearfully as a tear leaked from each of her eyes. She raised a hand to his cheek as more tears escaped her.

   "Tell me you love me, Simon," she whispered, her voice shaking with fear. "Promise me you love me and you'll never leave. Don't close your eyes." Crystal blue eyes stared lovingly into her own, and he understood.

   "I love you, Blaise Archer, and I will never, ever do to you what he did. I promise you I'll love you and protect for all time." He kissed her, his eyes never leaving hers. She put an arm around his waist and put pressure on his lower back, urging him to continue. He did this, slowly, and she pushed her surfacing memories to the back of her mind. 'He is gone forever,' she told herself. 'And Simon is forever mine. I am safe now.'