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.]

Comments

[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.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Honestly, if it weighed that much, they should probably just pay for postage separately anyway.

"It's so important," Annie agreed, knowing nothing about how postage actually worked, but giving Diego a smile nonetheless as she reached their bedroom doorway and, still walking backwards, reached up to unclasp her bra and toss it aside.

[knife_bender]

Diego moved to catch up to Annie, wrapping his arms around her so he could press his bare chest against hers. "Where should we look first?"

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Hmm," Annie hummed thoughtfully, sliding an arm up around Diego's neck and giving a little unconscious shiver of delight at feeling his skin against hers. "I'm actually pretty sure I didn't leave it in the bed itself."

Which was both creative as far as what was actually happening here, but also probably a good practice for theoretical, supposedly very important documents of any sort.

[knife_bender]

"But are you positive?" Diego asked, ducking his head down to mouth at her neck.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"You're making it hard to think," she accused lightly. (To think about the letter that didn't exist, yes.) But if he was going to do that, Annie was going to make it hard for Diego to think, and don't mind her gently -- but firmly -- moving to press him into the nearest wall, using her body and strength to pin him.

[knife_bender]

Well now it was hard for him to think. He was totally into this, as evidenced by the soft noise he made when his back hit the wall. "I'm just trying to be helpful."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"And I'm just trying to focus," Annie replied softly, as stern as she could manage (so not very, but she was trying.) She pressed close, reaching to get a hand firmly on one of his arms to assert a little authority and make sure Diego didn't think he could get out of this. (Though, of course, he probably could, but you know. Play along.)

The other hand was making its way down to undo his fly, and if Annie wasn't busy nuzzling along Diego's shoulder, you know where she might suggest the letter was? Probably for the best she was occupied. No one needed a gigglefit right now, because I think the letter is in your pants might well be the actual bridge too far.

[knife_bender]

That would have definitely killed the mood. But it would also be hilarious.

"You are very demanding today," Diego said, tipping his head back and closing his eyes. "Not a complaint."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"I just know what I want," Annie corrected, taking advantage of Diego's position to lean up and issue a sharp little bite to the base of his neck. With his pants undone, she wasted very little time in working them down as best she could with one hand. "The only thing I'm demanding is that you hold still."

And even then, it was less a demand and more a command, given how she was doing her best to hold him in place herself.

[knife_bender]

"I can do that." Though even as he said it he was wriggling his hips a little to help her out with getting his pants down. Which didn't really count as moving, right?

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Promise?" Annie murmured, mostly just to goad him a little. She was going to need his cooperation, anyway, considering she was kissing her way down his chest and slowly dropping to her knees.

Clearly, the best way to get Diego's pants down was to get herself down to pants level. And as soon as they were down to her satisfaction, she was putting a hand on his hip to assert that unspoken authority, lest he try to move away from the wall.

[knife_bender]

"Fuck," Diego murmured, looking down. As if he was going to miss that view. "You're going to make this hard on me, aren't you?"

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Seems like it." Look, she couldn't just not take an opening like that. Please.

Annie rolled her eyes up to look at Diego -- as though she wouldn't give him everything she could with this view -- and shifted so she could wrap her free hand around him, immediately taking up an even tempo.

[knife_bender]

Diego laughed softly, because he did bring that on himself, only for it to turn into a low groan as she wrapped her hand around him. "Fuck, that feels good."