MHA #2 | Wednesday Evening

[defenderofdesmoines]

Twenty-four days.

Invitations were out. The alterations of Annie's wedding dress were nearly done. Their song list had been chosen and vetted and drafted and eventually turned in.

But today, they were working on making one last, incredibly important wedding-related choice, and while Annie was fairly sure which direction they were going, it still required further research -- which was why she was perched up on her kitchen counter next to the box of cake samples she and Diego had brought home with them, idly picking at a very rich, chocolate cube of cake. Had they just spent a couple hours trying cake already? Yes. Didn't mean Annie was, like, done yet.

"I feel like I'm gonna need a bib no matter what we go with," she commented.

But she was still gonna eat the hell out of this chocolate sample, even if she was kind of thinking no thanks on chocolate for the actual thing. Something lighter. Maybe layers of something lighter.

[for the fiancé! and on that note -- invitations have totally handwavily gone out, and if you think you were invited to this wedding, you totally were.]

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[knife_bender]

Diego smiled at the bite, running his tongue over the spot for a moment to enjoy the sting. "You're right, they do. Be a shame for them to ruin a fancy date at home though."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Ruin, or enhance?" Annie countered, moving to give his neck a bit of attention. "Don't pretend that fighting people isn't like...a thing with us."

A thing. Great command of language, Annie.

[knife_bender]

"But in our home?" Diego asked, smiling at the bite. "Unless you want a really interesting excuse to buy new furniture."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"That's a fair point." Though seriously, it wasn't like Annie hadn't already broken down the door to this very apartment before. A story like that would fit right in with their overall repertoire of adorable tales. "I see other advantages," namely: any aphrodisiac effects resulting from combat would not be played out in a car or a dirty bathroom or whatever, "but I'm willing to concede to a glamorous night of not actually punching guys in our home while wearing a fancy dress."

[knife_bender]

"Look at us, planning dates," he teased, slipping one of his hands under her shirt. "We're totally going to keep the romance alive during this marriage."

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie shifted very slightly in response to his touch, reaching out with one leg to lightly loop it around one of Diego's. "Ooh, are we gonna become people who put sex on the calendar?" she wondered, teasing. "I've read so many magazine articles about how that's supposed to help keep romance alive in a long relationship."

To her, it sounded like a great way for her to embarrass herself by accidentally showing someone her calendar.

[knife_bender]

"Wouldn't every day be a sex day on our calendar?" They were in for a real shock after they had kids.

[defenderofdesmoines]

No kidding.

"I think the idea is that you put it on the calendar to give yourselves something to look forward to if you're, like, too busy and married to make time for each other."

Which was not a problem either of them had ever had, even in the middle of being stalked by a super-murderer, so they were probably okay there.

[knife_bender]

"Would we have to pick a codeword for it?" Diego asked, lifting his eyebrows. "Just in case our calendar falls into the wrong hands?"

[defenderofdesmoines]

"That's such a smart idea," Annie decided, leaning up for another kiss to celebrate Diego's genius and sliding an arm around his back to keep him close while she was at it. "Something that doesn't look like anything to anyone else, but we'd know. Maybe like...'dance practice.'"

[knife_bender]

Diego laughed. "Babe, everyone is going to know what dance practice means. It should be an activity nobody wants to join you on...like going to the post office."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Ooh, the post office," Annie replied, giving him some exaggerated bedroom eyes (and maybe trying not to laugh, a little) because, like, what an inspiration. "I'll help you with your package. You can lick my stamp. Perfect code word."

[knife_bender]

Well that only made Diego laugh more. "Oh god, dirty postal talk, please, no."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"What, is the post office," and yes, Annie absolutely dropped her voice to as husky as she could manage, "too sexy to use as a code word now?"

It did not help that by the time she got to 'sexy' she actually dissolved into giggles.

"I mean, like, now the mail is ruined." Or, again: enhanced?

[knife_bender]

"Absolutely ruined," Diego agreed. "But I still want it to be the codeword, because sexy mail is hilarious."

They were going to be going to the post office a looooooooooooot.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Maybe multiple times a day, even.

"Ooh, what about Sundays?" Annie realized with a slight frown, as though she was really thinking about this. "Or federal holidays? I mean, can we still use the code those days?"

[knife_bender]

"Absolutely," Diego said. "Anybody looking that closely at our calendar needs to mind their business."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"You know, babe," Annie noted with a smile, shifting so she could slide both arms up around Diego's neck, "I just remembered I have a letter I need to mail."

Okay, it clearly worked better as a written code. But at least she was going for cute rather than deliberately hilarious about it.

[knife_bender]

"Oh yeah?" Diego asked, trying to contain his smile. "An important letter?"

[defenderofdesmoines]

"A very important letter," Annie assured him, her own smile widening. "Like, so important that I definitely need help."

You know how sometimes it took two people to mail a letter?

[knife_bender]

"I would love to help you mail your letter," he said, leaning in for a kiss to (hopefully) cover up how silly that sentence was.

[defenderofdesmoines]

At least everyone here was being silly on purpose.

Case in point: "I think I left it in the bedroom," Annie noted helpfully as she pulled back from the kiss just enough to move to get down from the counter so she could lead the way to the bedroom.

Where, you know, she did her correspondence. Obviously.

[knife_bender]

Oh yeah, she probably had a writing desk and everything. With a quill and inkwell.

"We better go check," Diego said, following her dutifully. "Make sure the envelope is sealed, the address written correctly..."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"The return address written on there correctly," Annie added, actually turning to walk backwards so she could keep smiling at him -- and, while she was at it, going ahead and peeling her shirt off.

Just seemed like a good idea?

"This might even be a letter that needs two stamps, Diego." Annie never mailed anything besides Christmas and birthday cards and, recently, a batch of wedding invitations. Was it a thing to use two stamps? Whatever, go with her on this.

[knife_bender]

Diego followed Annie's lead and stripped off his own shirt, tossing it aside. "Two stamps? It must be very important."

Or weighed a lot. This analogy was getting away from them.