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 Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2015 3:13 pm
Chel made a small noise, squishing back into his side. Not yet. She needed more time with this moment. It was going to slip away from her too fast, it always slipped away too fast.
"I have questions," she stated.
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2015 3:30 pm
He raised his brows slightly in surprise but said, "Shoot." Jack wasn't in a rush by any means.
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2015 3:42 pm
"Can I tell people?" She reached across his stomach to hook her arm on his side, all but curled around him. "Mm, when do I get your last name?" She was eager for that part, eager to disown Craft, become Hawthorn. Since technically there was no marriage license to be signed, there was no real indicator of when that happened.
More abstractly, "What was your original plan?" Since he said he had had it "almost down"- what did that look like?
Chel's mind always ran too fast with things like this, she always needed more explanation than whatever was provided. Jack's patience was appreciated.
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2015 4:28 pm
"Yeah, you can." Funny how this had all started with this never ******** happened. How even when they had started dating he had been leery about proclaiming it. That she even had to ask.
Her second question was a good one. Jack knew, well, jack s**t when it came to marriages and shrugged a little. "At the ceremony I guess?" Which meant leaving the island, which meant waiting for a portal to get fixed, which meant later.
"I was kinda hoping we'd have a clear night when it happened," he admitted as he stroked some hair out of her face. "Like China. Also was sort of hoping to do it off the island."
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2015 4:49 pm
Chel faltered a little; at the ceremony meant ages from now, which left her with the itchy name of Craft for that much longer.
"Do you ... You wanna go get on a shopping mission and do it tomorrow?" she asked him, maybe a little cowardly. Her hand folded over the one he had in her hair, and the skin pushed into his skin. "I mean, why wait?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2015 5:14 pm
"Tomorrow?" Jack repeated, frowning in surprise. "Thought you'd want to plan a whole party with all those people you like to collect--or at least get a bachelorette party."
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2015 5:21 pm
"You actin' like I can't throw a party after." Which there would be, regardless. Chel was a social person, a bit like a parrot.
She leaned close, almost challenging Jack. Not angry, not spiteful. There was no "if you don't do it now we're through" because that was silly. She was inquisitive, always pushing. "I want it now." There was, and always would be a fierceness to her love; most had run away before it showed through. No, that wasn't right. She had run before it showed.
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2015 5:33 pm
He considered Chel intently for a moment, wondering how private the neighborhood was and how stable they could remain on the rooftop if one of them got pinned down right now.
"We can see if there's any runs open," Jack replied after a moment. "But if Finn bitches because he couldn't be my best man, I'm blaming you."
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2015 6:06 pm
Chel's lips split into a wide, eager smile. She was so rarely indulged- she so rarely allowed herself to be indulged- that to receive it was like a child with candy, an employee with a promotion, a dragon with a captured princess.
Sour candy: she'd been outdone by Jack, again.
"Yessss," she hissed with a childish fist pump of success.
(Caelius still lingered in her mind. She would bow next time. If it meant preserving the look in Jack's eyes, the spread of his lips, the relief in his aura, she would.)
"I have more questions," she told him faithfully, "But celebratin's more important." She got up to return through the window.
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2015 6:11 pm
Gingerly Jack got to his feet, feeling more gangly than usual. Maybe it was a side effect of the emotional high? He barely remembered to get his mug in passing before following Chel through the door.
What other questions could she possibly have? He almost asked, but Jack was more intent on pushing her down, getting on his knees, and proposing something else that would get her whole skin blushing.
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