Dita and Juice: The Big Day

Dita sighed as she nervously stood in Juice's empty dorm looking in the mirror at herself. Her stomach was still churning from that morning; at least she knew what was making her sick now. She brushed the dress down some as she looked at the clock. She was excited but scared all at the same time.

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"You'll do fine," corrie straightened Dita's veil, 'I'm here and, more importantly, your boy is waiting for you out there. You look gorgeous."

Corrie kissed her sister's cheek, an unheard of show of affection for her. She linked her arms with her sister and ran the other hand down her bump. She'd decided to name the baby Aisling, but she hadn't told anyone yet.

"It's almost time now."



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Dita blew out a nervous breath, "I felt so sick this morning...god, I hope I don't get sick on the alter."

She turned once she heard the door open, seeing Opie standing there, "Are you ready?"

Dita nodded nervously, "I am, but where's Chibs?"

Chibs melodramatically pushed Opie out of the way, "I'm here lass."

He looked Dita up and down and nodded, "You look amazin."

He offered her his arm and smiled down at her.


Corrie kissed Chibs on the cheek and whispered low in his ear so Dita wouldn't hear, "I adore ya, uncle, but if ya push my Opie again I will push ya back."

She smiled and hooked her arm through Opie's.

Dita watched as Opie led Corrie out into the main lobby of the clubhouse until Chibs gave her the okay to move forward. Slowly, they turned the corner and officially started walking down the aisle.

Juice stood at the "altar" and watched as his olive-skinned beauty walked towards him. Nervously, he shifted his weight and smile broadly. Seeing Chibs walking her towards him made him appreciate his life more than he could describe.

Dita finally reached him and smiled nervously at him through the veil. Chibs gave her away and the ceremony began.

Juice looked at Dita and smiled, barely hear the officiant. when it came time to exchange the rings he barely remembered what words he repeated as he slid the ring onto her hand. He was sure the goofy smile on his face was permanent.

Dita smiled back at him as she gave him his ring; it was like it was just them.

Juice gently lifted her veil after the words, "you may now kiss the bride," were uttered. Barely touching her he put his hands on either side of her face and moved in painfully slow. When there lips met he didn't hear the cheers. all he heard was the sound of his hearth and her breath.

Dita smiled against his lips as she kissed him back, her arms wrapped gently around his neck. She finally broke the kiss, "I love you," she whispered against his lips.

"I love you too, Mrs. Ortiz," he smiled and lifted her of her feet facing the crowd.



Corrie smiled and looked on at her sister. She gave her a thumbs up and mouthed, "way to go" at her. They still had her on some pretty heavy drugs and it showed.

Dita laughed and mimicked her sister's thumbs up.

Juice dragged her through the party back to his dorm, hoping no one noticed. Once back in the safety of his room, he ghosted his hands down her sides and made damn sure her mouth knew who it belonged to.

Dita pressed her lips and body against his as she returned the kiss. She blushed as she pulled away, "What about the party?"

"Everyone except your sister is drunk and she's pretty high from her meds as far as I can tell. They won't miss us. And we'll go back for cake cutting and junk," he yanked her back to him and kissed her again, "Keep the dress on?"

Dita nodded, pushing him back into his recliner and climbing into his lap, kissing him passionately.

He grabbed her waist to set the pace. She looked so beautiful it was hard for him to concentrate. He ran his cheek along the exposed part of her breasts and sighed.

Dita sighed softly, kissing the top of his head gently as she held him close.

Juice put his hands under her skirt and on her thighs, craving the feel of her skin against his. Pushing up with his hips as much as he could he lifted her rapidly.

Dita moaned lightly as she tilted her head down to give him a soft kiss.

As he came closer to the edge he pulled her down to him and smashed his lips to hers, growling her name as he did so.

Dita wrapped her arms around him tightly as she muffled her cries into his shoulder, finally letting go.

He smiled up at her, "Not too shabby for a married couple."

He helped her back to her feet and then stood and adjusted himself. The red glow on her cheeks made her even more beautiful to him.
"Shall we?" He offered her his arm.

Dita smiled and took his arm. In no time, they were back out in the party: cutting cake and sharing, literally, their first dance.