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

[defenderofdesmoines]

"I don't know about that," Annie demurred, shifting so she could actually go ahead and finish kicking her pants off -- that had all been sort of...hurried, as far as that aspect went -- and moved so she could snuggle a bit against Diego. "I kinda feel like you are. And the hottest."

Hence the whole, like, dire need to masturbate while blowing him, in case he'd had had any doubt.

[knife_bender]

"Agree to disagree," he said, placing his hands on her waist after she got her pants off, encouraging her to sit on his lap. "Or a tie. I'll agree to a tie."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Aw, honey, I love that," Annie told him, easily moved into his lap and more than happy to subsequently slide her arms around his neck. "A tie. I'll tie with you for most amazing for the rest of our lives, Diego."

That was practically a first draft wedding vow.

[knife_bender]

"That's cute," Diego said with a lazy smile. He leaned in to press some kisses against her jaw. "You're so cute. I love you."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"I love you," Annie told him with a very content sigh, tilting her head to accommodate those kisses. "And the mail, now."

Just to bring it full circle back to that tired, completely unbelievable code.