There was some sound that Dick was vaguely aware of in the background. Clapping and cameras and so forth. It didn't matter. They weren't part of the real world; that consisted entirely of Carrie's lips.
Eventually they broke apart, if only because they were being all but pushed out by the preacher man (or his son, rather) and they did have a pesky addiction to breathing air. As they walked out ahead of their assembled witnesses and drunkards, Dick said, "So I guess that means we really are on our honeymoon, after all."