Robin thought he had listened attentively to the liturgy, but by the time Father Carter indicated that he and Marian should leave their seats off to the side of the chancel, he could not have said what any of it had been about. All he remembered was the feel of Marian's hand in his throughout the readings and sermon. There were countless moments that they shared in which he found contentment, many of them intimate, and others slightly silly; but there was just something so simple and perfect about holding hands. Whoever had first thought of it was a genius, in his opinion.
The contact was briefly broken as they took their places in front of their friends, but then they were told to join hands again; and soon, he was being told what to say. The words were a little different than the ones they had spoken in the desert, but were close enough that the memory of her prompting him made his smile change for just a second. He had not been able to see her then, as they had been bound back-to-back, and had had to content himself with her voice, and the sweet way she leaned against him.
Now, he was able to watch her reaction to his vows, try to convey to her just how sincerely he meant them, touched when she teared up and unable not to smile at that; it was rare that Marian's emotions got the better of her, especially in public. And then, it was her turn, and the unsteadiness in her voice let him laugh softly with her. When she finished, he winked at her; they were nearly there.
Father Carter blessed the rings that Much brought over, and with a few more words, Robin was slipping the gold band onto her finger. Then, it was her turn to do the same. This was one thing that made him exceptionally glad that they were marrying in this time; in their own, he would not have worn a wedding ring, but he very much liked that he got to. It stood for everything they were, everything they had been through; it told the world that he was hers-- even if a random person would not know exactly whom she was,-- and that he was fortunate enough that she had taken him. He quickly raised her hand to his lips, kissing the ring on her finger, just before the priest told Robin that he could kiss his bride. Finally, he lifted the veil from her face.
They were in church, in front of a group of people, so he gently cupped her face, conscious not to let his hands roam. Still, that he was finally getting to kiss her as his wife, at the beginning of their lives together instead of the end, meant that he could not keep that happiness, love, and relief out of it. He realized when he finally moved back that it was perhaps the most passionate kiss they had every shared, in that the sheer amount of emotion in it was unparalleled.