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The wedding was not that far off. Things were ready and going to be done. Cass one of them but not like that. She’d get her hair and makeup done, (though he didn’t think she’d need it), and she’d be in her dress, (she wasn’t going to let him see. Part of him wondered if he’d go blind when she walked down the isle. She already stole his breath enough). Cass was going to be done up and he- He was going to be in a tux and standing like an idiot at the altar. They had everything as ready as things could be but somehow it made the stress worse. They had gone off a lot of ‘I am doing this and here is that and okay lets get it done’. So few days on leave and a lot to do. It was a rush but a good rush.

But they needed to get the last details out. What to serve, the colors they wanted, and just discuss who to invite- or not invite. (Marcus was pretty sure they didn’t want Caelius showing up after all).
Relaxing on her bed, a small book in hand, he wanted to give her the first page. It was just a reminder to how things had started out. A year. It seemed like a lifetime ago, and now here he was, ready to get married for what short lives they had left. Surreal. She’d be back soon and they could talk about the wedding.
And what they wanted to do after.

Five am overall was not that bad. Better than 3 am with missions to go do butt ******** for no reason in his opinion. It also was nice to wake up and try to quite her down with soft kissing and soothing strokes on her back, (they only somewhat worked).

Popping his back, he might have looked the part of a cat, lazily rolling his head to look at her, face somewhat expectant. "You should lay down. From what it looks like you've been busy." The cards made him smile. She'd gotten to them already. One thing off the list of to do. "And can give you a massage while we talk."

Sitting up, he too a second to admire her. It was a soft look, not coveting, lusty, but only a tenderness and comfort in his eyes for her. "Busy isn't always defined by product. After all we can get as busy as we want and we go to the effort of not making a product." He teased at her, as real as that situation was.

Hands going to her shoulders, he worked at Cass's body, trying to loosen her muscles. "I was hoping we could talk about the wedding and what we have planned. Decorations, food, and uh... alcohol and other things." Why had he relented on the alcohol? Oh right.

To be nice.

He bent down to kiss the back of her neck. "If you keep wiggling I'm not going to be able to get all the kinks out." Moving down from her shoulders, his thumbs rubbed along her spine. "No, simple is good, though small embellishments are nice."

He tugged at her shirt. Also take this off, I keep bunching it up on accident. He could unhook her bra, but the cloth kept getting more action than her actual skin. "But yeah. We still have to talk about the reception and what we want to serve. Not to mention we have to talk about our living arrangements after the wedding."

He smiled. "And what we want to do about that."

He did want a shirtless girl, but you liked his hands on you Cass. He liked putting his hands on you.

"With the trigger happy suns and the few dicks that like to try and swing it around I'm still a bit reluctant. If anything Clerise might be able to help. She was more sane then half the guys at the bachelor party." And what a magical night it was.

"We have maybe a few hor d'oeuvres, a light soup and sandwiches, small confections. nothing really grand but finger food." He moved to her lower back, fingers rhythmically going into her sides. "And the houses need... renovation. Plumbing, water, electric. Not to mention we have to clear out the small infestations of insanity."

No fun, no fun at all. "I'm working on it though."

He pushed her back onto the bed. "Stay down you goof." He kissed the back of her neck again. "And yes. Will. And yes, I am working on it. It's four rooms, two bath, and a very nice kitchen and a cute little living room. I'll paint it white too if you want." He'd paint it pink with purple polka-dots if she wanted.

"But you can come down, help if you must. It's been a bit of a pet project for me since late may. And yes. I vote meatballs, pears, and macaroons." He had them right off the bat. "But, I think the bride gets to pick in the end. Or at least that's my opinion."

Lower back rubbed he took a second to kiss his way down her spine. Massage had gone a little off but seem looked to be relaxing. "Our bedroom, guest room, office, and movie room. That was... the idea at least. We could make one room a play room. Games, movies, general entertainment." He thought it was a good idea at least. Something they could have to come back and relax, forget the missions and the death and just be in their own little slice of happiness.

"You come down and we'll pick out some color pallets. A floor plan." Would their bed face the sunrise, or the sunset? Life choices.

Does with his trail of kisses, her rubbed her back, no longer trying to give the deep massage from before. "Grilled? A chocolate fountain seems expensive, but I'm sure we could do some chocolate dipped fruit." He leaned next to her, keeping his hand on her back. "And we do more than meatballs if we grill. Steak and chicken. Pork isn't that expensive either depending where you get it."

"An office is good for when we have to write up mission reports and keep long standing files on the more civilian side of things. I intend to invest in some things once we're a bit more stable to help us along." He planned on spending his life with her. Short or not, he wanted it to be a comfortable life.

Going to her back, he pressed down until her heard the familiar pop and crack of her spine, returning his touch to a soothing rub. Food was still up in the air... and they needed to figure it out. "It would be a bit cheap steak meat. pork we can drop but I'll take that as a yes to the chicken." He stopped rubbing pushing at her to scoot over.

"We can get a real steak of the two of us on the honeymoon. Make up for going steakless for so long."