〔𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 ; 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺-𝘰𝘯𝘦〕
〔𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥!〕

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WILLOW HUMMED TO HERSELF AS SHE began to brush her hair. Currently, she was getting ready to go to a wedding. More specifically, Phyllis' wedding. She was marrying Bob Vance (Vance Refrigeration) and everyone in the office was invited and encouraged by Michael to go.

Willow was actually pretty excited to go. She wasn't the closest with Phyllis, but she generally enjoyed her company and they shared a sort of resentment toward Angela. However, Willow was most excited to go to her first event as Dwight Schrute's girlfriend. And she was loving it.

She began to apply some makeup as she continued humming a random song to herself. She grabbed her favorite red lipstick and began applying it as she heard her cellphone ring. She placed the lipstick down and grabbed the ringing device, seeing that Dwight was calling.

"Hey babe, how's everything?" Willow asked as she balanced the phone between her ear and shoulder, grabbing mascara from her counter. 

"I'm alright. Do you want me to come pick you up?" Dwight asked.

"No no, it's okay. I'll meet you at the church."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm positive. I'll see you there."

"Okay. Goodbye darling."

"Bye." Willow finished applying her mascara and closed her phone, placing it on the counter. She felt herself beam at the cute nickname Dwight gave her.

After about fifteen minutes, Willow finished with her makeup. Content, she left the bathroom, grabbing her cellphone in the process. She walked over to her mirror and looked at herself, checking for any complications.

Her dress was light pink with a floral pattern all over. She flattened any wrinkles and walked away from the mirror, slipping on a pair of black flats. She grabbed her purse and left her apartment.

♡

Willow exited her car and began walking toward the church. She slowed down a little bit, looking out for Dwight. Before she knew what hit her, she felt herself being pulled into someone's arms, letting out a yelp in the process. She looked up to see Dwight in his tuxedo that she absolutely loves.

"Hey!" she giggled, pecking her boyfriend on the lips.

"You look... I have no words. You're so damn beautiful." Dwight took the brunette into his arms, just wanting to live in the moment with the woman he adores. Willow let out a laugh at the contact, returning the hug.

"You don't look so bad yourself, handsome. In fact, I'm a huge fan of this tux." Willow teased, running her fingers up and down his chest. He let out a low hum, pulling her even closer to him. Their lips were barley touching at this point; all Willow could see was Dwight's blue eyes clouded with lust and adoration. And oh man, was she loving it.

He grabbed her face and smashed his lips onto hers. Willow felt herself melt in the kiss as she ran her fingers through his brown locks. She nipped at his bottom lip and deepened the kiss, feeling him push her against the wall of the church.

Quickly realizing where they were, Willow quickly broke the kiss, much to her chagrin. She hummed as she straightened Dwight's hair out, looking to see that her red lipstick was smeared all over his mouth.

"Babe, my lipstick." Willow laughed as she reached into her purse and grabbed her compact mirror a couple of wipes. He chuckled as she wiped the makeup off his face and quickly wiped any smudges off of her own face.

"Let's get this over with." Dwight muttered, grabbing Willow's hand. The two made their way over to the entrance of the church and walked inside.

Willow immediately noticed Jim and Karen walking into the main hall. She dragged Dwight through the crowd and caught up with the two, tapping Jim on the shoulder to get his attention. He turned around and gave Willow and Dwight a small wave.

The group followed the crowd into the main hall to try and find seats. Willow saw that there were even more people then she thought.

"Why are all these people here? There are too many people on this Earth. We need a new plague. Who are all these people?" Dwight complained, slowly and protectively bringing Willow closer to him. 

"You know what? I bet a lot of them are wedding crashers." Jim suggested. Willow smirked and locked eyes with him, immediately knowing where he was going with this.

"No way."

"Did you ever see the movie?"

"Of course I saw it."

"You know I just wish I had the investigative powers to smoke some of these guys out."

"Once again, Jim, I will take care of this. I will locate the wedding crashers and report them to Phyllis. That way I won't have to get her a gift." Willow looked up to Dwight, raising an eyebrow and giving him a smirk.

"Good luck with that, hon." she jested.

"I don't need luck. I've specially trained myself for a situation like this ever since I saw the movie." Dwight puffed his chest out as he led Willow into one of the pews. She shook her head in amusement as she leaned her head on Dwight's shoulder.

♡

The organist began playing Bridal Chorus as the doors to the main hall opened. Willow stood and faced the doors, seeing Phyllis smiling ear to ear and her father in a wheelchair being pushed by none other than Michael Scott. The three began going down the aisle as the song continued.

At some point, Phyllis' father tried to get up from the wheelchair. Michael pushed him back into the chair, but he stood up again and slowly began to walk Phyllis down the aisle. The entire church erupted in applause while Michael stared, dumbfounded. He leaned toward a camera person and muttered an expletive before dragging the wheelchair down the aisle.

With each clunk the chair made, more and more of the attendees began looking over to Michael in disgust. Willow looked over to Jim, giving him a look that screamed 'What the fuck.' Michael eventually made it to the altar and stood in between two of Bob Vance (Vance Refrigeration)'s groomsmen. Willow cringed, nervous about what else Michael was going to do to interrupt the wedding.

"And do you, Phyllis, take Bob Vance, Vance Refrigeration, to be your lawfully wedded husband?" the priest asked.

"I do." Phyllis answered.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present to you for the first time as a couple, Mr. and Mrs. Bob Vance!" Michael exclaimed, interrupting the priest. 

"And do you, Bob, take Phyllis to be your lawfully wedded wife?" the priest asked again.

"Oh sh..." Michael swore, realizing his mistake.

"I do." Bob said.

"You may now kiss the bride." the priest declared.

"Ladies and Gentleman, for the first time as a couple, Mr. and Mrs. Bob Vance! Yeah! That's what I'm talking about!" Michael shouted again. This time, everyone applauded and cheered as Phyllis and Bob kissed, the organist playing Wedding March.

♡

"Best of luck, Phyllis. Also I'm going to need to see a copy of the guest manifest as well as photographs of the caterers." Dwight ordered, shaking Phyllis' hand. Willow smirked in amusement at how Dwight believed there were wedding crashers.

"I don't have that, Dwight." Phyllis said.

"Damn it, Phyllis!" he growled as he walked off. Willow rolled her eyes in amusement as she went over to the taller woman.

"Don't mind him, he's being paranoid. Anyways, congratulations!" Willow cheered as she hugged her coworker.

"Aw, thank you Willow, you're sweet. I'm glad you could come." 

"Of course! You and Bob are wonderful together."

"Thank you!" Willow smiled and went off to find Dwight.

♡

The reception hall was decked out with all sorts of different decorations. The lights were slightly dimmed, with Kevin and his band on the stage. Willow sat at the same table as Jim, Karen and a couple of her other coworkers. She saw Dwight was standing closer to the buffet and the stage, likely looking out for wedding crashers. She shook her head in amusement as Kevin's band began playing some song by The Police. 

Willow began engaging in conversation with Jim and Karen, talking about some mindless topics as they ate food and drank wine. Every now and then she would look over to Dwight, seeing he was in the same spot, watching everyone intently.

If there was one thing Willow liked about Dwight, it was his dedication; whether it was making a big sale to even the silliest things like Jim putting the idea of wedding crashers into his mind. She made eye contact with him from across the room and gave him a warm smile. He nodded in her direction and saluted. She let out a soft giggle of amusement as she took a sip of champagne.

♡

"Phyllis, you're a wonderful woman. And you're a hell of a bowler!" Bob's best man concluded, earning a round of applause from the guests. Everyone in the wedding party were currently saying toasts for Phyllis and Bob. Michael walked over to the main table and took the microphone from the best man, standing in between the newlyweds.

"Thank you, Randy. That was great. Thank you. Thank you very much. Hi, I'm Michael Scott. And for the next forty minutes, I'm going to be your tour guide through the lives of Phyllis Lapin and Bob Vance. One of the great, seemingly impossible, love stories of our time. My name is Michael Scott. Webster's Dictionary defines 'wedding' as 'the fusing of two metals with a hot torch.' Well, you know something. I think you guys are two metals. Gold medals. For those of you who don't know me, I'm Michael Scott, Phyllis' boss. To quote from The Princess Bride: 'Mawige...'"

♡

"I can't imagine having Michael at my wedding. If he's gonna act like that, I'm not even gonna tell him I'm getting married." Willow complained, taking a sip of champagne.

♡

"Phyllis and Bob: their celebrity couple name would be 'Phlob.' You look at her... and she's kind of matronly today, but back in high school, I swear, her nickname was 'Easy Rider.' Now as for Bob... Bob Vance... is a guy that... he works-" Michael was cut off by Bob attempting to take the microphone away from him.

"Oh okay. That's enough. Thanks, Michael. Give me..." Bob tried to snatch the microphone from Michael while standing over him, while Michael would not budge. 

Even though the microphone was away from him, Willow could still hear Michael say: "Okay hold, hold on, hold on. Look. Look. I didn't say anything when Phyllis' dad upstaged me at the ceremony. And I think you owe me this."

"Give me the microphone." Bob ordered.

"No. I'm not going to." Michael retaliated.

"Give me... Give me the microphone, Michael. You're out of here!" Bob successfully took the microphone away from him.

"Oh. Yeah. You're out of here! You're... Yeah. I hate you!" Michael yelled out as he stalked out of the hall.

'God damn finally.' Willow thought to herself.

♡

After the recent disaster, better known as Michael's speech, Willow decided to go over and hang out with Dwight. She took two flutes of champagne over to Dwight's corner of the reception hall, tapping him on the shoulder to get his attention.

"Hey, I missed you tonight." Willow said, handing him one of the flutes.

"I missed you too, darling. I'm sorry, looking out for wedding crashers was my priority for the night. Now that I have detained two, I think I'm satisfied." Dwight responded. He downed the entire flute and placed it on a table next to him. Willow giggled as she took a small sip of her champagne.

"You're sweet." she mused. Dwight looked around a couple of times before taking his girlfriend's hand into his. He raised her hand to his lips and placed a chaste kiss onto it. She blushed and smiled as he lowered her hand.

Kevin's band began to play the beginning notes of You Were Meant For Me by Jewel, as Dwight brought Willow closer to him.

"Dance with me." he pleaded, taking Willow's champagne and setting it next to his empty flute.

"Wh- here? I don't know..." Willow trailed off.

"No, follow me." Dwight took her hand and brought them outside. Willow smiled as she placed her palms onto Dwight's shoulders. He wrapped his arms around her waist and brought her close to him.

As the couple began swaying to the beat of the music, Willow's mind began to wander a bit. She thought about how safe she felt in Dwight's arms and the blissful feeling she had that she never wanted to go away. She felt him lean his head on top of hers and bring her even closer to him. 

Willow wanted this moment to last forever. Just her, Dwight and the blissful night. She looked up at him with pure adoration, slowly bringing her lips toward his. Getting the hint, he closed the gap between them. This kiss was a lot different than the many others the couple shared since they began dating. It was gentle, yet passionate. Soft, yet rough. Light, yet full of love.

They eventually parted as the song ended. Dwight took Willow's hands into his and gazed at her with adoration. 

"Hey, wanna get out of here?" she asked, her tone barley over a whisper.

"Okay." Dwight answered, running his thumbs over her palms.

"My place."

"Of course." 

The couple temporarily parted ways to go to their respected vehicles. They were ready for a night of passion; just the two of them.