(Shh...this gif has nothing to do with anything, just enjoy his back, shoulders, and cute little ass!)

They continued walking with the crowd and Michael’s hand returned to her ass. He whispered in her ear, “Tell me truth, geliebte, are you really not wearing any panties or were you just trying to be cruel?”

Ryan grinned and turned to kiss the side of his neck. “You’ll have to find out for yourself.”

“Alright, that’s it. Excuse us.”

Michael had grabbed her arm and was pulling her along as he pushed his way through the crowd on a diagonal, heading towards the house while everyone was going straight towards the celebration. When they were free of most everyone, he pulled her against him, smothering her smile in a frantic kiss. They were almost there, almost to the back door of the house when someone called his name.

“Raffl.”

Ryan broke from him with a groan. “One more person interrupts us today and I am going to lose my shit.”

Sweet Michael actually looked like he agreed, but turned around with a smile, recognizing his Captain’s voice. “G, good to see you.” The two men embraced and then Michael put a hand on Ryan’s back. “I don’t think you met earlier, this is my girlfriend, Ryan. Ryan you know Claude Giroux, naturally, and I’m sure you know -”

Staring at Giroux’s companion she interrupted, “Yeah, what the fuck is Danny Briere doing here?”

The small man chuckled and told her, “Enchanté, cherie. Contessa invited me when she found out I was training with G nearby. Est-ce que vous déplaira?”

Ryan raised her eyebrows and answered, “Non, dites-moi comment tu savais que je parlais français.”

He laughed again and said, “I know you speak French because I remember meeting you. You asked me to sign your jersey and then you asked me -”

“You know what, that was a long time ago, Danny.”

Danny looked humbled and bowed a little towards Michael. “Bien sûr, of course, cherie. It was unforgivably rude of me to bring up the past. Apologies, Michael, I did not mean to be forward, but your lady, she is hard to forget.”

Michael clutched her protectively to his side and it was the first act of possession he had ever demonstrated. Ryan wasn’t sure how she felt about that, but she leaned into him anyway, feeling oddly protective of his feelings in her own right.

“Thank you, Danny. I agree, she is unforgettable.”

Giroux said, “You never told me she speaks French.”

This made Michael smile. “Had I known, I would have. Mein schatz…she likes her secrets.”

Danny nodded. “We seemed to have intruded unnecessarily. We’ll see you at dinner. I believe we’re sitting together.”

Ryan sighed. “Of course, because that bride has a terrible sense of humor.”

Danny inclined his head again and he and Giroux continued on their way. Ryan met Michael’s eyes and for the first time since she met him, she couldn’t read his emotions.

“Raff -”

He said nothing, but took her arm again and pulled her into the house, then upstairs until he found the bathroom and slammed the door behind them. He turned and kissed her, pressing her against the wall and bringing his hands to her thighs, carrying on as usual. She stopped him, for the first time in her life choosing words over sex.

“What’s wrong?”

Michael stroked her hair and then tugged on her braid. “I told you, I don’t like to think of you with anyone else. Just me.”

He wouldn’t meet her eyes, so she put two fingers under his chin to raise his gaze. “I didn’t sleep with Danny. When I met him, years ago, I asked him if he wanted to fuck. He politely refused. I never saw him again until today.”

“You wanted to, though. You wanted to fuck him.”

“Yeah, I also wanted to fuck another man when you were Europe and I didn’t do that either.”

“No, you didn’t. You thought you wanted to, but you really didn’t.”

“Raff…I hate how you’re always right about me.”

He kissed her gently, his palms cradling her hips over the dress. “I’m sorry. I know I am acting no better than a child, but…” He shrugged and tried to smile.

Ryan swallowed hard and met his eyes again. “Tell me what you need to hear. I told you, I’m no good at this. I’m halfway there, but you’re going to have to tell me what you need.”

“I only need you, mein schatz. That’s it.” He bent to kiss her neck, slowly, sensually, because Raffl was done talking, for the most part. He now just demanded, “Tell me you don’t want Danny, that you only want me. And please let it be the truth.”

Ryan let her eyes close as her neck fell back to open it up to his attention. “You already know that’s the truth.”

He did, she knew he did, and he knew that she knew. But he still wanted to hear it. He licked back up her neck to find her ear as he pressed his hard body against hers. “I want to hear the words come out of your mouth. You are mine now and I am yours.” He licked her ear and then blew a stream of air over it, making her shiver in his arms. “Just tell me that I’m yours.”

Ryan gasped, fighting every urge in her body that told her to push him away in every sense. She whimpered, “You’re mine.”

Michael pushed her harder against the wall and grabbed her hands, pinning them down next to her head. When he looked at her, both of their eyes were heavy with lust, as were their breaths. “Now say that you are mine.”

Softer than a summer breeze, she whispered, “I’m yours.”

His eyes were already brightening. “Put them together. And then I’ll fuck you.”

She hesitated for a half second. She had already said it, she could say it again. And it was what he needed from her. “You’re mine…I’m yours.”

He smiled slowly, now happy and content. He said simply, “You should have told me you speak French.”

She smirked back. “You said it, I like my secrets.”

“One day you will bare yourself to me completely. But I won’t ask for that today.”

He released her hands and she let them fall on his shoulders. He lowered his own hands, finding her thighs under her dress again and working them higher until he came to her bare ass. He blew out a breath and pressed his forehead against hers. Then, his palms were flat on her hips and his thumbs graced her exposed mound. No panties.

“Sweetheart…you are so incredible. You really are made of fire and ferocity.”

His hands kept moving until he cupped her pussy with one hand and used the other to lift her thigh and spread her open. Ryan let out a moan when he finally slipped a finger into her entrance and prodded her gently.

“Why are you quoting your letters to me?”

He pressed in another finger and grinned. “I remember every word I wrote to you. But the real question is, why do you have them memorized?”

Ryan was caught red handed and felt her cheeks flush. Luckily, she was so into him, into the moment that it stifled her embarrassment. She neither confirmed nor denied, but just said, “Your first one from Munich…it was my favorite.”

That was more than enough to make Michael come right then and there, but he didn’t. This woman…she was the only person the planet who could be so cold and then burn so hot. He fucked her more quickly with his fingers and watched her body writhe away from the wall and towards his, seeking more of his touches.

He freed his hand and then freed his cock before shoving her dress up over her hips. In her heels, she was the perfect height and he didn’t need to lift her off the ground before he thrust forward to fill her with his cock. Ryan hooked her leg on his hip and wrapped her arms about his back again, coming forward to kiss his neck.

Now he said, “Had I known, I would have written to you in French.”

She laughed against his skin. “No, you wouldn’t have. You liked to think of me translating them word by word.”

He chuckled and nudged her head until he was the one kissing her neck now. “Oui, mein schatz. I did. I wanted you to slowly…very slowly…” His thrusts matched the pace of his words and it was perfection. “So slowly read that I believe you are more god than flesh and blood. That I desire only to worship you, with my tongue, with my body, with my life. That there is nothing I wouldn’t do for you, nothing I wouldn’t surrender to have you as my own.”

“Mike…” He tensed, fearful that she was going to tell him to not say such things to her, but she didn’t. She kissed him hard and he let his hips still for a moment. Only until she tilted her body to receive him deeper and he pressed forward again, still kissing her. She broke the kiss, resting her forehead on his as he had earlier, telling him with a moan, “Don’t stop.”

He spoke softly, taunted her delicately. “Why? Because you are finally mine and you want me to tell you, as I wrote to you, about what I will do when that is so?”

She nearly shouted, “Yes.”

He would, naturally, but first he stroked inside her hard but sweet a few times and watched her orgasm build. Then he said, “Of course, sweetheart. Because you know as I do how I wrote that when you are mine I will destroy anyone or anything that dares to displease you. That I will never let you feel anything but pleasure. That I will be everything you need for as long as you let me have you. That my life will be dedicated to you alone, because you have already claimed my body as yours and my heart comes with it.”

Ryan gasped and then shuddered around him, shaking in his arms as he fucked her as she came. Suddenly, he left her embrace and came into his palm. Ryan watched him as she panted. “Why did you do that?”

He grinned and turned on the sink. “Because, do you really want sticky thighs for the rest of the evening? We are at a wedding for God’s sake.”

Ryan let the wall support her body as her legs were wobbly and thought about telling him that the idea of being coated in his come for the rest of the wedding sounded pretty damn sexy. Then she decided to tell him just that. Michael groaned and then laughed.

She pulled down the dress and used the mirror to smooth her hair, which was surprisingly not very mussed. He watched her reflection as he washed his hands and when he was done, he readjusted his clothing. Her hands were still on her hair as he grabbed her hips and pulled them together. Ryan smiled and brought her hands to his shoulders as he kissed her.

“Are you alright? I’m sorry if I went too far, I know how you like to hide from my affections.”

She nodded and pulled away from his embrace. “Mike…you’re very intense, but when you fuck me like that…it makes it all easier to handle.” When he just stared at her she asked, “What’s wrong now?”

“Nothing, but that’s the first time you called me Mike when we aren’t fucking or about to fuck. What does that mean?”

Ryan didn’t have any clue, really. It was the name she only used when they were intimate, but considering he just recited his most heartfelt and passionate letter, it seemed for some reason appropriate to call him that. Perhaps their emotional intimacy, his baring of his own soul to her made her feel as close to him as she felt during sex, but on a deeper level. It did feel right, because in the span of an hour, their relationship had changed irrevocably.

“I have no idea. Would you prefer I call you an idiot instead?”

Michael had to smile, Ryan might change is so many ways, but she would always be herself. “No, I prefer süsser.”

Ryan hooked her arm in his and opened the door. “Well, süsser, we are really fucking late to the reception, so hope you’re prepared for stares and evil glares. Not to mention that the woman who nearly ruined the ceremony by being late with the rings is on your arm, doesn’t look good for you.”

“You were the bright spot of the whole day. Even Contessa knows that.”

“Crosby might argue with you.”

“Crosby can go to hell.”

Ryan swallowed a giggle as they finally cross the lawn and found the reception. Picnic tables blanketed the grass, covered in yellow and orange linen tablecloths and decorated with simple centerpieces of wide candles surrounded by roses. For name plates, there was a hockey puck featuring the person’s name written in fancy script. Ryan and Michael found their seats and she smirked at the cheesiness of the whole thing.

As he had thought, Danny was sitting across from Michael and Ryan, with Giroux to his left, and their dates on either side of them. Del Zotto (who came solo) sat on the other side of Ryan and Radko Gudas sat on Michael’s right. Mackenzie sat at the head table with bride and groom, as she should, along with Sidney’s parents and sister, and Contessa’s dad.

They were late and it was clear to everyone in attendance why. Mackenzie caught Ryan’s gaze and raised her eyebrows in disapproval, but Ryan just flipped her off, and the mother of bride returned the gesture. When Del Zotto laughed, Ryan turned and joined him.

“Well seriously, that’s what she gets. She picked out this slutty dress, what did she expect?”

She felt Michael kiss her shoulder and she turned to look at him. “Sexy, it’s a sexy dress.”

Ryan whispered so only he could hear, “I’m not fucking you again, so you can stop the sweet talk.”

“Never. Not after you asked me to quote the letters I wrote you.”

“I never asked for that.”

“Right…you didn’t say it, but you wanted it.”

“Fuck off, Mike.”

He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close, whispering, “Call me Mike again and I’m going to fuck you on this table in front of everyone.”

Her tone had a warning edge to it. “Raff…”

He looked at her with innocent eyes. “Yes?”

This day, this man, the way she had made herself be open with him, it was all starting to get to her. And while it was, as she had told him, still a little unsettling, she felt like she had been tossed into the deep end, but she knew she wasn’t drowning, she was merely learning how to swim. She laughed and told him quietly, “You’re a ridiculous fucking idiot, but then again, so am I, because I might just let you break me.”

He clutched her face in his hand and smiled. “Mein schatz, I know you will, because you and I both know that when I do, you will be more whole than you have ever been.”

“Oh, my God! That’s it. You guys are scooting down so I can sit by Gudas. I’m not dealing with this bullshit for the rest of dinner.”

Del Zotto got up and shoved Michael and Ryan down one place so he could sit between Raffl and Gudas. Ryan was too busy giggling at Del Zotto to offer Michael a response, but as usual, her dark eyes told him all he needed to know.

Dinner was served and it was as lovely, but casual as the whole affair. Platters of roasted chicken and seafood were put at the center of tables and bowls of simple, hearty sides were passed along: potato salad, coleslaw, green beans, cobs of corn, biscuits, and salad. It was more barbecue than bistro, family style than fine dining, but the food was delicious and everyone was happy to eat and chat with old friends and new.

Michael refused to look at Danny, at least, that was how it seemed to Ryan. She had never seen him jealous before, but then again, before today she had made it very clear that he was not her boyfriend. And suddenly now she was his, he was hers. He had even made her say it to him. She admitted that it was good for her, HE was good for her. He caught her staring and leaned over to steal a kiss.

Ryan heard Del Zotto start to complain about them again, so she grabbed his face and kissed him harder, longer, just to be annoying.

Soon after, the dancing began as the sun began to set. There was a dance floor laid on the lawn and covered by a sheer white canopy. Light was provided by tiki style lamps along the paths and around the dining and dance areas. Everyone focused their attention on Sidney and Contessa as her father and his mother led them out and passed them off for the first dance.

The song that started to play evoked laughter: Secret Lovers by Atlantic Starr. And for a minute or so, Sidney and Contessa danced and laughed as she sang the lyrics to him. Seamlessly, the song transitioned to their more serious choice in first dance tunes: Unchained Melody by The Righteous Brothers. Contessa wrapped both arms around his neck and let Sidney hold her close.

Midway through, other couples were invited to join them and Michael jumped up, holding out his hand to Ryan, but she just glared at him and didn’t move.

“I do dance, but I’m not slow dancing to this song with you.”

He bent down, grabbing her under the arms and hauling her off the picnic table bench, much to everyone’s amusement. “You don’t have a choice.”

He let her roll her eyes as he pulled her to the dance floor, his fingers wrapped around her wrist so tightly like he was actually afraid she would run away. In a sea of other couples, he pulled her against him, a hand on her lower back, the other clasped with hers.

Ryan rest her hand on his shoulder at first, but as he guided them along in the dance, she slid her hand to the back of his neck, which brought them closer to together, chest to chest. Slow dancing is really quite simple, as Ryan always tells her students, it’s just a simple step touch where one partner leads, and the other follows.

Ryan let him him lead and even though she felt like she shouldn’t have been, since it’s so easy to her, she was impressed that he was such a fine dance.

“Is this how you Euro boys sweep Americans off their feet, with your superior dancing skills?”

Michael pressed a sweet kiss to her cheek. “You think I have some talent, professor?”

“You’re alright.”

“Hmm, not good enough, huh? Maybe you can tutor me.”

Ryan’s grin was sassy. “Sure thing. But just so you know, I never fuck my students.”

He scoffed. “Forget the tutoring, I’ll settle for okay.”

Ryan laughed and rested her head on his shoulder, a gesture that made Michael damn close to euphoric and caused him to haul her even closer. She murmmered, “Süsser, you are always better than okay.”

Too soon, the song ended and Ryan pulled away from him, but she was smiling. Some modern pop song that Michael knew he couldn’t dance to came on and he and Ryan left the floor to the other, younger dancers.

“I need to say hello to some people before they think I’m being rude.”

Ryan nodded. “Sure, you want me to come with you?”

“Bless your sweet heart, I know that is the last thing you want to do, so no, you don’t have to come with me. I’ll find you later for another dance.”

As he walked away she told him, “Don’t wait too long, my dance card might fill up.”

He pursed his lips. “Ryan, look around you. I’m the only person here you can tolerate, besides Contessa.”

Ryan smothered a smile and mumbled, “Fucking asshole.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing, see you later, darling!”

Michael went off to say hello to all the Flyers and ignore all the Pens, as was to be expected. At dinner, the teams were segregated, but let loose for the dancing made people intermingle, which made for some awkward situations. Ryan made the rounds as well, ignoring everyone, walking aimlessly to look like she blended in, and talking mostly to Contessa’s mother, who then went off to dance with Danny Briere, oddly enough.

After a good hour of this foolishness, Ryan went to the bar set up off to the side of the dance floor for a drink, because she had definitely earned it. Beau Bennett was there, nursing a vodka martini with Conor Sheary at his side. Ryan was just thinking that if this sunshine motherfucker starts talking to me…

“You’re Nessie’s friend Ryan, right?”

Ryan took a sip of her white russian and reminded herself she was at a wedding and that this was no place to cause a scene. She managed a smile. “Yes, I am.”

“Beau -”

“I know who you are.” She pointed to the orange rose on her chest. “Bride’s side, Flyers fan, I thought we were supposed to steer clear of each other.”

He grinned and sipped his drink. “It’s all love today, right? So, you came with Raffl?”

Ryan didn’t do small talk under normal circumstances (unless there was the promise of sex afterwards) and she certainly didn’t do polite, inane chatter at weddings that she didn’t even want to be at in the first place, even if they were for her best friend. “I did. Will you excuse me?”

She grabbed her drink and left, hustling away until she ran smack dab into Sidney Crosby. She groaned internally as he said cheerfully, “Hey. How are you?”

“I’m fine. How are you?”

“Wonderful. Perfect day, huh?”

“Yeah, listen…I have to go, but…thank you.”

Sidney looked so proud and pleased that Ryan thought about kicking him the balls. “Oh, for the Flyers tickets? Don’t worry about it. I -”

“No, not for the tickets, you jackass. For…her, for this, for making her happy. She deserves it.”

“I know she does. I promise I -”

Ryan held up her hand. “I was there, I heard your vows, I don’t need to hear them again. Just make sure you’re good to her. Because if you ever…” Ryan jabbed his chest with her finger. “Ever hurt her again, I will cut your body into seven different pieces and drop them in the middle of that fucking lake. Clear?”

“Ryan…I never want to see her hurting. I would never -”

“Alright, good talk.”

Just then, the newest Crosby can running up them out of breath. “Hi, baby!” Contessa kissed her husband and then looked at Ryan. “I need to talk to you. Can I borrow her for a minute?”

“Please, borrow me for the rest of the night.”

“Brat. Oh, Sid, I saw your sister talking to Del Zotto, so unless you want them to…you know…you might want to…you know.”

Sidney’s face was serious as he looked where Contessa was pointing. “Yeah, thank you, honey.”

He scampered off and Contessa lead Ryan to the bar. “You’ll need a drink for this.”

Ryan got a new white russian and Contessa accepted a glass of red wine. Ryan thought about the last time she enjoyed red wine with Michael, all the ways they had enjoyed it, and was grinning like a fool.

Contessa’s eyes were wide. “What is that look for?”

Ryan shook her head, sipped her drink. “Nothing. What’s going on that you needed to get me drunk to tell me?”

Contessa downed the entire glass of wine and looked at Ryan. “Don’t be upset with him.”

“Ugh, what did Crosby do now?”

“What? Nothing. I…I overheard…”

“Yeah…?”

“Raffl was telling people…”

“Telling them…?”

Contessa spoke so quickly that Ryan’s head snapped back when she finally got it out. “That you’re his girlfriend. But, please, please don’t kill him. He’s so sweet and Ryan, he likes you so much. Just -”

“Babe, it’s okay. He’s my boyfriend.”

Ryan said it like it was nothing and just like Michael, Contessa was shocked at the words coming out of this woman’s mouth. When Ryan met her eyes, Contessa’s were watery.

“If you cry over this, I’m leaving. I’m not even joking.”

“But Ryan…Oh!” Contessa was hugging her, squeezing the life out her body and Ryan couldn’t even breathe.

“Can you…Contessa! Let me go, please.”

“No, never. Oh my God! Ry!”

“People are looking over here and some of them appear to be concerned for either your mental health, my physical health or both.”

‘“I don’t care.” Finally Contessa let go, but now she was full on crying. She sniffled and said, “This is the most magical day in the history of the world. Literally miracles are occurring. Ooo! I should buy a lottery ticket.”

Ryan sighed. “Are you done?”

The new bride was nowhere near done. “Is that what you told him when he kissed you during the ceremony?”

“Yes, but I also did tell him I wanted to suck his dick, too, so that wasn’t a lie.”

“Was it the wedding? Are you feeling romantic? I only ask because I don’t want you to get back to Philly and change your mind.”

“My God, you and Raffl, always thinking the worst of me.”

Contessa pinched her face and started, “Well, you do tend to -”

“No, it wasn’t the fucking wedding. I hate weddings. I love you, but this…” Ryan waved her hand in a circle over her head. “This is a punishment.”

“So what made you do this?” Contessa grabbed both Ryan’s hands. “I’m not trying to be in your business, but you are my best friend, so your business is my business and this has never happened before.”

“Yeah…I know, I’ll tell you later. It’s your day and I don’t want to ruin it with my bullshit.”

“No, you need to tell me now.”

“Fine.” Ryan finished off her drink and told Contessa without looking at her, “I was thinking of my dad. And how I don’t wanna be like him. I don’t want to…hurt the people who chose to care about me. I don’t know how and or when, but I let Raff in. I let him care about me and I…I’ve come to care for him. It’s not like anything is really changing, but this is what he needed to know that I care for him. So I let him have it. Because I don’t want to hurt him.”

When Ryan looked up, Contessa was crying again and she was so happy because it let her wave all of this emotional bullshit off. “Jesus, woman, get a grip.”

She did get a grip, on Ryan again, pulling her in for another hug and saying, “I’m so proud, Ry. I love you so, so much and I’m so proud of you.”

“Yeah…okay. This has to end, I’m getting sore.”

Contessa pulled back and was wiping away her tears when My Girl by The Temptations started playing. Contessa swooned. “Oh, I should find Sid. I wanna dance with him. I love this damn song.”

“I’m sure you do. This is just the sort of gross, romantic garbage that Raff -”

“Ryan, it’s time to dance again, sweetheart.”

Contessa hugged Michael before he even knew was happening and then she was running off to find Sid and Michael was left smiling at Ryan.

“What was that about?”

“She heard you telling folks that we’re a couple and she’s a little excited.”

“Hmm, and you, mein schatz? Are you excited?”

“I’m tired of this wedding is all I am right now.”

“Naturally. Dance with me to pass the time.”

Ryan pushed off the bar reluctantly and he pulled her into dance formation yet again and started swaying with her right there on the lawn in front of the bar.

“Uh, Raff, dance floor is that way.”

“I know. Too many people. I want you all to myself.”

“Hmm, in that case, we should just leave.”

“No, not yet.” The bridge of the song hit and he dipped her without warning, eliciting a very un-Ryan like squeal from her. When he had her upright, he was groaning and rubbing his entire body against hers. “Make that sound the next time I go down on you, alright?”

“Nasty Austrian, I knew there was a reason I liked you.”

“Just one?”

“Maybe several. I’ll you about them…some other time.”

“What better place than here, what better time than now?”

The song switched, a little slower, At Last by Etta James, and Michael slowed them down even more. Ryan leaned forward, pulling his ear between her teeth. “Maybe I want you all to myself, as well.”

“That’s the most wonderful thing I’ve ever heard. I’m all yours, Ry.”

Without prompting she told him, “I know you are. You’re mine, and I’m yours.”

He wrapped both arms around her waist and just held her until their dancing was almost at a full stop, but not quite. “You win. Let’s go.”

“Thank God! I’ll tell Contessa.”

Michael laughed and patted her ass. “I’ll meet you at the car.”

With the bride’s full and complete blessing, they left. That night, Michael made love to her for hours, slow and sweet, delicate and tender. He never wanted to stop touching her, never wanted to do anything but bring pleasure to her body and mind. When she looked up at him with a sleepy smile, he finally stopped, snuggling her close and burying his nose in the softness of her hair.

The next morning, they had to return to the world. They checked out of the bed and breakfast, packed up the SUV, and started the long drive back to Philadelphia. Just when Michael didn’t think she could surprise him anymore, she did.

He was driving, his right elbow on the arm rest, his arm dangling. Ryan reached over and brushed her fingertips across the back of his hand and then against his palm. He spread his fingers and she pushed hers in between. And that was the first time she ever held his hand. Yes, he sometimes took her hand, he laced their fingers together when they were having sex all the time, but this was the first time she ever acted first and put her hand in his simply to hold it. And it wasn’t in the heat of the moment, it wasn’t about passion, it was about closeness, it was about affection.

He looked at their hands and then he looked at her. He opened his mouth, but she shook her head and said, “I don’t wanna talk about it, Raff. Just shut up and drive.”

“Of course.” He grinned, squeezed her hand, and she squeezed back. It was, in a word, divine.

Notes

Two more things:
1. I honestly meant to write more about the reception, but then they were in the bathroom together for SO long and then I was distracted by other conversations, but I like it the way it is, so I’m not changing it.Someone asked me to write about the Crosby-Higgins honeymoon, so will probably rewrite the whole wedding/reception/honeymoon over on that story.
2. Again, sorry for my odd choices in wedding stuff, but I was raised in the shadow of the oldies radio station so Unchained Melody is about as romantic and dreamy as it gets for me!