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John
John had never wanted for anything. His childhood was painted in the soft sounds of Christmas and hunting dogs, his adolescence with smells of boarding schools, champagne, and hidden cigarette smoke. His five years of college had been paid for by his family; when his peers complained about debt, John’d smiled shyly and said that the drinks were on him for the night.
His first apartment and atelier - in the middle of London - was made possible by a loan from his parents, his relatively-successful business practically co-owned by them. John was thankful. He knew how the world worked. If his memories were stained by repressed glances, too-tight collars, and fake smiles, that was a small price to pay for his privilege. Until it suddenly was enormous.
John stared at the numbers in front of him, adjusted the reading glasses resting on top of his nostrils, and threw a hand in front of his face in order to hide the crooked smile spreading his lips wide.
It was ironic how the very first thing John felt like he’d earned for himself - felt like he owned - was a gay marriage ceremony that was (hopefully) going to paid for by a TV company. It felt… good. And intrinsically shameful.
Mary had been a huge help in planning the wedding. At first, John had wanted something simple; a wedding that’d optimistically go as unnoticed as possible amongst the others in the final aired episodes, but Mary had shot that idea down with a hell no. She’d already convinced him to apply in the first place - making him bleed his pockets dry was easy compared to that. After weeks of planning (and fighting) they, together with a wedding planner offered from the crew, settled on a ceremony in London’s National Gallery - an art museum John had been particularly inspired by in his youth. It turned out to be a hefty sum, ending up at around 20,000 pounds when everything was said and done. The vast majority of John’s savings, earned during the five years he’d run his business.
“What if it doesn’t work out? There’s no way I’d be able to afford this.”
“Your parents must have a few 20s lying around.”
“Oh, you really think they’d pay for my big, gay wedding, Angie?”
“Well-”
“Darling, hush. You’ll make it work, John, I know you will.”
“What if I hate him, Mary? What if he hates me?”
“...you’ll make it work, John.”
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John’s hand rested loosely against Demetrius’ back - not too high, not too low, but right in the middle of his spine where it was at its most curved. It reminded the brit of a bodyguard escorting his employer, and he quickly slid his hand to the other’s side, squeezing the man’s waist instead. “This okay… darling?” He hummed, breaking into a wide smile to compensate for the stifled way he’d expressed the pet name.
They were fresh off the plane in St. Lucia, John hiding behind a pair of sunglasses after having spent the majority of the 8 hour flight totally knocked out. It was a shame that he’d slept through it - the ride would have been the perfect time for the couple to actually talk - but the man’s wicked hangover combined with the mild fear of flying had made sleep inevitable. Hopefully he hadn’t drooled all over his new… husband. It was still hard for John to wrap his mind around the term. Being one, sure, but having one? Legally? And it being Demetrius Watkins of all people? It’d take some getting used to.
John cringed inwardly as he recalled his immediate reaction to seeing Demetrius walk down the aisle - shock, confusion, a mild fear that it was all some kind of prank. The mixture of emotions had almost immediately been replaced by his soft-smiled facade, but the cascade of cameras must have captured something (At least he hadn’t been the worst. Angelina - Mary’s wife - had been practically bouncing in her seat, winking at John like she was trying to communicate some kind of morse-coded message). John held no deep interest in tech, but his family had raised him to know something about everyone who was someone. And Watkins Jr. was someone, indeed.
Why a man like him would sign up to a show like the one they were on was a mystery John had not managed to unravel yet. Well, they had time.
“Here we are,” John smiled as he held the car door open for his husband, glancing at the other… guests who’d arrived, before promptly turning gaze back to Demetrius. Eyes on the price, and all that. “How are you holding up, dear?” He murmured as his hand found his way back to the others’ waist, the pose John had settled on as being appropriate for their dynamic.
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D hadn't recognized the address on the card he'd been handed by the producers. He rode quietly in his rented carriage to his appointed wedding, and wondered if this had been a mistake. The last dating show he had been on had been just that. This was marriage, and that to him was a lot different. In the eyes of his mother, permanent. In the eyes of his father, permanent disappointment and shame. Not that his father would have been very happy if he had married a woman either. D sighed. He knew why his father wanted him alone. It was the same reason he had tried and very much failed to push Dante away. Demetrius Senior wasn't happy with anyone getting close to his son. Not while the possibility of getting D's money for the family was there. D gave another heavy sigh, and pulled out his phone to look up the address. He blinked when he realized it was for the National Gallery of London. With a jolt, the carriage stopped, and with a last sigh, D hopped out to meet his fate.
The man waiting for him at the altar was a handsome sort, and D tried to give him a friendly smile, all the while glancing at portraits that all seemed to be looking down in judgement at him. Even though D had Money (and there was no other way to think that word without the capital M) he was still the poor kid from Compton, living off school lunches and neighborhood meals. This was all... WAY too much, and it heightened the already almost overwhelming anxiety of the day. It was almost enough to make D break down right there and then, though he hoped that his teary eyes would be mistaken for happiness and not the panic attack he was fighting off. The vows were said, and he found himself married, giving the other man a very gentle kiss. He hoped it hadn't been too bad for the other man, as it was only the second of his life. As John, a name he learned at the altar, seemed to drink more and more over the course of the evening, it was all D could do to ignore the pit growing in his stomach as he smiled and politely sipped his champagne. He was trying to put it down to the other man's nerves but as the night wore on, it seemed John, at least to D, wanted less and less to do with his husband.
D had hoped that they would have time on the plane to talk and get to know one another, but it seemed that as soon as they were settled, John had fallen asleep on his shoulder. D let out a quiet sigh so not to wake him, and carefully pulled out Neil DeGrasse Tyson's latest book on the universe and settled in. D slightly envied the sleeping man. He had barely gotten any sleep lately, his latest project consuming most of his thoughts not letting him rest until he solved the puzzle. Still, he knew for a fact he was incapable of sleeping on the plane, so he didn't even bother trying. He lost himself in the mysteries of the universe, and was surprised when he felt the bump of the plane touching down. Quickly getting into the jeep with the other man, no his new husband, D was settling in when he felt John touch his back. It took all of D's self control not to cringe or tighten up. He wasn't used to people touching him, and certainly not people who had said barely ten words to him the whole time. He felt the man slide his hand to his waist. Was he making a play at him? Surely they needed to know each other better first? It was almost enough to make him freeze for a moment. But D was determined to make this work if he could, so he smiled at John with his best smile.
"Of course, Darling." D tried to make it sound less... forced than the other man, hoping maybe to ease some of the tension he felt stretched between them. D gave John a grateful smile as he opened the door for him. At least his new husband seemed to have manners. D could put up with a lot, as evidenced by the fact he hadn't cut off ties with his family yet, but he wasn't sure he could handle an unkind husband.
D stepped out into the bright sun and wished for one final time that the place had been named St. Lucia. The last thing he needed on his honeymoon/the only real vacation he'd had in years was a reminder of why he was working so hard. He felt John's hand at his waist again and he relaxed into it as best he could. With a shy smile, he slid his arm around John's back, resting his hand on the other man's hip as he gave him a very soft kiss on the cheek. It wasn't like him, but he knew that affection was an important part of any relationship. He had learned that from a psychology textbook back in college.
"Relax, John," he whispered in the other man's ear. "I'm pretty used to dealing with cameras by now." Turning to the lenses stuck nearly in the couple's face, he smiled and gave them a small wave. In his line of work, he knew exactly how to act in front of the cameras, though he usually needed a week to recharge after. This trip was going to be an interesting test of his mental endurance. He just hoped it would also give him time to actually talk to his husband. After all, though he'd never say it out loud, in his heart he was desperate for love.
The man waiting for him at the altar was a handsome sort, and D tried to give him a friendly smile, all the while glancing at portraits that all seemed to be looking down in judgement at him. Even though D had Money (and there was no other way to think that word without the capital M) he was still the poor kid from Compton, living off school lunches and neighborhood meals. This was all... WAY too much, and it heightened the already almost overwhelming anxiety of the day. It was almost enough to make D break down right there and then, though he hoped that his teary eyes would be mistaken for happiness and not the panic attack he was fighting off. The vows were said, and he found himself married, giving the other man a very gentle kiss. He hoped it hadn't been too bad for the other man, as it was only the second of his life. As John, a name he learned at the altar, seemed to drink more and more over the course of the evening, it was all D could do to ignore the pit growing in his stomach as he smiled and politely sipped his champagne. He was trying to put it down to the other man's nerves but as the night wore on, it seemed John, at least to D, wanted less and less to do with his husband.
D had hoped that they would have time on the plane to talk and get to know one another, but it seemed that as soon as they were settled, John had fallen asleep on his shoulder. D let out a quiet sigh so not to wake him, and carefully pulled out Neil DeGrasse Tyson's latest book on the universe and settled in. D slightly envied the sleeping man. He had barely gotten any sleep lately, his latest project consuming most of his thoughts not letting him rest until he solved the puzzle. Still, he knew for a fact he was incapable of sleeping on the plane, so he didn't even bother trying. He lost himself in the mysteries of the universe, and was surprised when he felt the bump of the plane touching down. Quickly getting into the jeep with the other man, no his new husband, D was settling in when he felt John touch his back. It took all of D's self control not to cringe or tighten up. He wasn't used to people touching him, and certainly not people who had said barely ten words to him the whole time. He felt the man slide his hand to his waist. Was he making a play at him? Surely they needed to know each other better first? It was almost enough to make him freeze for a moment. But D was determined to make this work if he could, so he smiled at John with his best smile.
"Of course, Darling." D tried to make it sound less... forced than the other man, hoping maybe to ease some of the tension he felt stretched between them. D gave John a grateful smile as he opened the door for him. At least his new husband seemed to have manners. D could put up with a lot, as evidenced by the fact he hadn't cut off ties with his family yet, but he wasn't sure he could handle an unkind husband.
D stepped out into the bright sun and wished for one final time that the place had been named St. Lucia. The last thing he needed on his honeymoon/the only real vacation he'd had in years was a reminder of why he was working so hard. He felt John's hand at his waist again and he relaxed into it as best he could. With a shy smile, he slid his arm around John's back, resting his hand on the other man's hip as he gave him a very soft kiss on the cheek. It wasn't like him, but he knew that affection was an important part of any relationship. He had learned that from a psychology textbook back in college.
"Relax, John," he whispered in the other man's ear. "I'm pretty used to dealing with cameras by now." Turning to the lenses stuck nearly in the couple's face, he smiled and gave them a small wave. In his line of work, he knew exactly how to act in front of the cameras, though he usually needed a week to recharge after. This trip was going to be an interesting test of his mental endurance. He just hoped it would also give him time to actually talk to his husband. After all, though he'd never say it out loud, in his heart he was desperate for love.
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L i l l y
Lilly felt exhausted from the wedding the previous day, coupled with the jet lag that was already settling in. That being said, she was equally as excited. A strong cup of coffee when they got to the resort could easily give her the energy boost she needed to not pass out the moment she saw a bed for the first time. The wedding itself had been something plucked out of a period drama, or a fairy tale. Maybe both? The venue was some older building in the Netherlands where Lilly's wife was from. It was beautiful, and Lilly was pleasantly surprised by both the ceremony and her new partner.
Lilly hadn't really known what to expect in her new wife. What kind of person she would be, whether or not they were compatible. Oh god, imagine if they had tricked her into marrying a man rather than a woman for the drama of it. The thought was revolting. Men were fine as friends, but never anything more. Lidewij was fortunately not a man, and was oh so very attractive. Her new wife had beautiful blonde hair, and Lilly wanted to run her fingers through it oh so badly. Not wanting to overstep any boundaries so soon in their marriage, Lilly had stuck to kisses and small caresses. Maybe tonight she could ask Lidewij if she could stroke her head as they fell asleep together in this tropical paradise.
The jeep hit a particularly large bump and Lilly winced. "Shit, you would think they would pave the road better for such a luxurious resort. I wont be able to feel my ass if this keeps up." Lilly looked over and noticed Lidewij admiring the temporary henna art that adorned both their fingers. The idea of a tattoo ring had been a great idea, and Lilly thought it matched her current tattoo sleeves really well. She looked forward to getting the permanent ink.
The jeep came to a halt and Lidewij left the vehicle first, straightening her outfit as she went. Lilly's own apparel probably made her look like a homeless person next to her wife. The simple black sundress to accommodate the warm temperatures paling in comparison to the business savvy ensemble adorning Lidewij. Her wife held out a hand to help Lilly out of the jeep, and Lilly took Lidewij's hand as she exited the cool interior of the car and stepped into the blinding sunlight of the resort. Before them stood the show's host, who explained the necessary information for the next 24 hours.
"We get a personal assistant, eh? Fancy." Lilly mused to her wife. With Lidewij being a successful lawyer, Lilly wondered if her wife was used to these kind of accommodations. She would have to ask later. "Hm, I say we go with the guy. I've got a good feeling about him." Lilly tugged her wife towards the domo. "Guten Tag! looks like you're stuck with us for the next two weeks."
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Lilly felt exhausted from the wedding the previous day, coupled with the jet lag that was already settling in. That being said, she was equally as excited. A strong cup of coffee when they got to the resort could easily give her the energy boost she needed to not pass out the moment she saw a bed for the first time. The wedding itself had been something plucked out of a period drama, or a fairy tale. Maybe both? The venue was some older building in the Netherlands where Lilly's wife was from. It was beautiful, and Lilly was pleasantly surprised by both the ceremony and her new partner.
Lilly hadn't really known what to expect in her new wife. What kind of person she would be, whether or not they were compatible. Oh god, imagine if they had tricked her into marrying a man rather than a woman for the drama of it. The thought was revolting. Men were fine as friends, but never anything more. Lidewij was fortunately not a man, and was oh so very attractive. Her new wife had beautiful blonde hair, and Lilly wanted to run her fingers through it oh so badly. Not wanting to overstep any boundaries so soon in their marriage, Lilly had stuck to kisses and small caresses. Maybe tonight she could ask Lidewij if she could stroke her head as they fell asleep together in this tropical paradise.
The jeep hit a particularly large bump and Lilly winced. "Shit, you would think they would pave the road better for such a luxurious resort. I wont be able to feel my ass if this keeps up." Lilly looked over and noticed Lidewij admiring the temporary henna art that adorned both their fingers. The idea of a tattoo ring had been a great idea, and Lilly thought it matched her current tattoo sleeves really well. She looked forward to getting the permanent ink.
The jeep came to a halt and Lidewij left the vehicle first, straightening her outfit as she went. Lilly's own apparel probably made her look like a homeless person next to her wife. The simple black sundress to accommodate the warm temperatures paling in comparison to the business savvy ensemble adorning Lidewij. Her wife held out a hand to help Lilly out of the jeep, and Lilly took Lidewij's hand as she exited the cool interior of the car and stepped into the blinding sunlight of the resort. Before them stood the show's host, who explained the necessary information for the next 24 hours.
"We get a personal assistant, eh? Fancy." Lilly mused to her wife. With Lidewij being a successful lawyer, Lilly wondered if her wife was used to these kind of accommodations. She would have to ask later. "Hm, I say we go with the guy. I've got a good feeling about him." Lilly tugged her wife towards the domo. "Guten Tag! looks like you're stuck with us for the next two weeks."
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It had been like some Russian fairy tale for JJ. He had been sure he had the wrong address when his rented car had pulled up outside what he knew to be a palace. He stepped through the doors and saw her standing there like a vision. Even as jaded as he had become over the years, he couldn't stop his breath catching slightly in his throat. His soon to be bride. He hadn't felt such a visceral reaction to seeing someone since... Abby. He mentally shook his head as he finished making his way to the altar. He caught sight of a man eyeing her possessively before his mother had dashed up to the altar holding two objects in her hands. Smiling at the bride, she had placed the first behind her ear, and old flower from when she had gotten married. The second was a pocketwatch, donated by his grandfather, his normally dour expression faded as he saw the happiness in his grandson's eyes. The chain she artfully turned into a bracelet for the bride, nodding her approval as she made her way back to her seat. JJ felt touched, and hoped the bride had been as well. It was a very sweet gesture from his last living relatives, and helped explain the sixpence rattling around in his dress shoes. The vows said, the happy couple settled in for a night of dancing and then a tour of the city. JJ leared that the possessive man was Svet's uncle. Old Russian military by the uniform, definitely something to keep an eye on. JJ faked a lack of knowledge of Russian and Russia's landmarks, genuinely smiling as he enjoyed the warm presence he remained close to him the whole day.
After a very sleepless night, with his own share of bruises and even claw marks to show for it, JJ was ready to take off and take a cat nap on the plane. He smiled with pride at Svet's choice of outfit, showing off at least some of the marks he had left over the course of their wedding night. He smile faded somewhat as he heard the whispered exchange, though he feigned ignorance. He had no desire to reveal his knowledge of Russia to the leering uncle who was a bit too handsy with his new wife. It took all his years of training not to break the man as he insulted both his bride and their state of matrimony. 'Well, JJ thought. If the old fool thinks I'm just here for fun, I can't wait to see the look on his face when we make it work.' Encouraged by that thought, JJ was able to maintain his smile.
"Of course, My Darling. I have no intention of letting a jewel like you slip through my fingers." Slipping his fingers through hers, he gave her hand a soft squeeze, looking into her eyes not with lust, but with affection.
The plane ride showed a different side of Svet than he had seen as she curled up as much as possible and even relaxed. JJ smiled a soft smile. That was certainly new. It had felt like neither of them had relaxed the entire time together before, even in the bedroom keeping up old walls. So if she was going to relax, so would he. He ran his hands gently through her hair and over her skin as he whispered affectionate things to her. He was aware enough to know that she didn't sleep, though she had to be nearly as tired as he felt. So he catnapped, relaxing with her as they flew closer to this honeymoon destination. His sleep was filled with the scent of her, and he found that it was quickly growing to be one of his favorite scents. Smiling, he woke just as she groaned, his body used to waking and sleeping on command. He stretched slowly, following her out. He smiled as she gasped, admiring the view, though not the one she seemed preoccupied with. Instead his eyes were filled with Svet, and when she asked him to pinch her, he could not resist, grabbing a handful of his wife's perfect derriere. He kissed her back with affection, continuing to keep a hold of her.
"Yes, but how could I resist? After all, this is how loving couples act." He gave her a shy smile as he said this, unsure if he had overstepped.
JJ stepped into the Jeep with his lovely wife, making sure to give the driver a good tip to get them there quickly, though he supposed he also hoped it was enough for some discretion too as neither Svet nor he could keep from touching the other, and he was certainly a bit flushed when the car stopped and it was time to get out. He noted with a smile that his new bride seemed equally affected, taking in her deep calming breaths. JJ, upon seeing her flinch at the cameras, stepped to her side, shielding her as best he could until she could regain some small feeling of comfort. Oddly enough, it was not his first time in front of cameras, and once someone threatens to behead you with a camera in your face, you become a bit desensitized so he was less affected. Feeling eyes upon him, he glanced over to see some rich woman eyeing him as though she knew him. He frowned for a moment as he thought back, remembering the British delegation he had watched at that joint legal proceeding in France. He thought her name was Eidelweiss or something similar. Not that he could be bothered. Last thing he needed was the attention of lawyers. Taken a bit by surprise by his wife letting him decide, he went with an older man with kind eyes.
"What about him, Sweetie? He seems a decent sort, and he presumably knows the layout of the place. Probably even knows the best bar in the whole resort."
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After a very sleepless night, with his own share of bruises and even claw marks to show for it, JJ was ready to take off and take a cat nap on the plane. He smiled with pride at Svet's choice of outfit, showing off at least some of the marks he had left over the course of their wedding night. He smile faded somewhat as he heard the whispered exchange, though he feigned ignorance. He had no desire to reveal his knowledge of Russia to the leering uncle who was a bit too handsy with his new wife. It took all his years of training not to break the man as he insulted both his bride and their state of matrimony. 'Well, JJ thought. If the old fool thinks I'm just here for fun, I can't wait to see the look on his face when we make it work.' Encouraged by that thought, JJ was able to maintain his smile.
"Of course, My Darling. I have no intention of letting a jewel like you slip through my fingers." Slipping his fingers through hers, he gave her hand a soft squeeze, looking into her eyes not with lust, but with affection.
The plane ride showed a different side of Svet than he had seen as she curled up as much as possible and even relaxed. JJ smiled a soft smile. That was certainly new. It had felt like neither of them had relaxed the entire time together before, even in the bedroom keeping up old walls. So if she was going to relax, so would he. He ran his hands gently through her hair and over her skin as he whispered affectionate things to her. He was aware enough to know that she didn't sleep, though she had to be nearly as tired as he felt. So he catnapped, relaxing with her as they flew closer to this honeymoon destination. His sleep was filled with the scent of her, and he found that it was quickly growing to be one of his favorite scents. Smiling, he woke just as she groaned, his body used to waking and sleeping on command. He stretched slowly, following her out. He smiled as she gasped, admiring the view, though not the one she seemed preoccupied with. Instead his eyes were filled with Svet, and when she asked him to pinch her, he could not resist, grabbing a handful of his wife's perfect derriere. He kissed her back with affection, continuing to keep a hold of her.
"Yes, but how could I resist? After all, this is how loving couples act." He gave her a shy smile as he said this, unsure if he had overstepped.
JJ stepped into the Jeep with his lovely wife, making sure to give the driver a good tip to get them there quickly, though he supposed he also hoped it was enough for some discretion too as neither Svet nor he could keep from touching the other, and he was certainly a bit flushed when the car stopped and it was time to get out. He noted with a smile that his new bride seemed equally affected, taking in her deep calming breaths. JJ, upon seeing her flinch at the cameras, stepped to her side, shielding her as best he could until she could regain some small feeling of comfort. Oddly enough, it was not his first time in front of cameras, and once someone threatens to behead you with a camera in your face, you become a bit desensitized so he was less affected. Feeling eyes upon him, he glanced over to see some rich woman eyeing him as though she knew him. He frowned for a moment as he thought back, remembering the British delegation he had watched at that joint legal proceeding in France. He thought her name was Eidelweiss or something similar. Not that he could be bothered. Last thing he needed was the attention of lawyers. Taken a bit by surprise by his wife letting him decide, he went with an older man with kind eyes.
"What about him, Sweetie? He seems a decent sort, and he presumably knows the layout of the place. Probably even knows the best bar in the whole resort."
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F e l i x
Being married was something Felix had only ever written about in his novels. To actually be married was a surreal feeling indeed. How did one take these feelings and adequately transcribe them onto the page? There was a mixture of excitement, fear, and maybe even love churning around in his stomach. With how bumpy the roads were, Felix hoped he wouldn't have to roll the window of the jeep down and puke down the shiny black exterior. Oh gosh, that would be so embarrassing. Felix really liked his new wife, Aliria, and he didn't want to give her any reason to dislike him.
"You break her heart, I break your arms." Aliria's brother had said to him yesterday. The idea of hurting anybody without reason already didn't appeal to Felix. But after having the time to learn about Aliria during the reception, he especially couldn't fathom laying a hand on her in any way that would be harmful. Aliria was kind, courageous, and beautiful. And Felix had only known her for a day, but already he could feel himself forming a school boy crush on her. Ironic, considering they were already married. Life was funny that way he supposed.
"You still haven't told me what you thought of the book after finishing it." Felix said to Aliria as he slowly inched his hand closer towards hers on the car seat. During the flight she had whipped out her copy of his latest novel, and teased him with various looks as she flipped through his work. Finding out his new wife was a fan of his books was a shock. Yes, his writing had a following. But he truly hadn't expected whoever the show-runners were to pair him with someone who was an avid fan. "I want your feedback, so I can make the next one even better."
The jeep stopped, and Felix stepped out into the hot sun. He held out a hand for Aliria to take and helped her out of the car. Not letting go of her hand (and never wanting to let go) he led them to join the other couples. Looking around at them, Felix found the group to be made up of some very intimidating people. One couple in particular looked as if they could eat him alive if he were to cross them. And was that...was that a hickey on display on the woman's neck? Never mind, they weren't going to eat him alive, they were already eating each other alive. Another couple was made up of a smartly dressed woman, and a laid back goth girl. If Felix was honest, it looked like the goth was the other woman's sugar baby.
Felix was taken aback when he saw that the third couple contained the actor Lorenzo d'Antonio, or Dante as he preferred being called.. The man had starred in a film that had been based off of Felix's novel "Drunk on You" a few years back. Although the actor wasn't how Felix had envisioned the character himself, Dante had done a great job. Felix's mother had a copy of the DVD proudly displayed on her mantle at home.
Felix listened to the hostess, and then inspected the domo's before them. "Well, at least we wont have to carry our own bags." Felix said as he looked the men and women over. He wondered why they were meant to pick one for themselves rather than having one be assigned. The pressure to make a choice was making him a bit anxious. "Aliria, is there a specific domo you want? Or should we choose one at random?"
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Being married was something Felix had only ever written about in his novels. To actually be married was a surreal feeling indeed. How did one take these feelings and adequately transcribe them onto the page? There was a mixture of excitement, fear, and maybe even love churning around in his stomach. With how bumpy the roads were, Felix hoped he wouldn't have to roll the window of the jeep down and puke down the shiny black exterior. Oh gosh, that would be so embarrassing. Felix really liked his new wife, Aliria, and he didn't want to give her any reason to dislike him.
"You break her heart, I break your arms." Aliria's brother had said to him yesterday. The idea of hurting anybody without reason already didn't appeal to Felix. But after having the time to learn about Aliria during the reception, he especially couldn't fathom laying a hand on her in any way that would be harmful. Aliria was kind, courageous, and beautiful. And Felix had only known her for a day, but already he could feel himself forming a school boy crush on her. Ironic, considering they were already married. Life was funny that way he supposed.
"You still haven't told me what you thought of the book after finishing it." Felix said to Aliria as he slowly inched his hand closer towards hers on the car seat. During the flight she had whipped out her copy of his latest novel, and teased him with various looks as she flipped through his work. Finding out his new wife was a fan of his books was a shock. Yes, his writing had a following. But he truly hadn't expected whoever the show-runners were to pair him with someone who was an avid fan. "I want your feedback, so I can make the next one even better."
The jeep stopped, and Felix stepped out into the hot sun. He held out a hand for Aliria to take and helped her out of the car. Not letting go of her hand (and never wanting to let go) he led them to join the other couples. Looking around at them, Felix found the group to be made up of some very intimidating people. One couple in particular looked as if they could eat him alive if he were to cross them. And was that...was that a hickey on display on the woman's neck? Never mind, they weren't going to eat him alive, they were already eating each other alive. Another couple was made up of a smartly dressed woman, and a laid back goth girl. If Felix was honest, it looked like the goth was the other woman's sugar baby.
Felix was taken aback when he saw that the third couple contained the actor Lorenzo d'Antonio, or Dante as he preferred being called.. The man had starred in a film that had been based off of Felix's novel "Drunk on You" a few years back. Although the actor wasn't how Felix had envisioned the character himself, Dante had done a great job. Felix's mother had a copy of the DVD proudly displayed on her mantle at home.
Felix listened to the hostess, and then inspected the domo's before them. "Well, at least we wont have to carry our own bags." Felix said as he looked the men and women over. He wondered why they were meant to pick one for themselves rather than having one be assigned. The pressure to make a choice was making him a bit anxious. "Aliria, is there a specific domo you want? Or should we choose one at random?"
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Aliria had never been to Canada before. Her mind had entered travel mode, and unfortunately, her comfort had paid the price. She was used to traveling to warm, humid climates, and the light jacket she had worn upon arrival had done nothing against the chill Canadian winds. She had been shivering for most of the trip, using her brother as a shield as she entered the most beautiful library she had ever seen. It was modern and open and absolutely FILLED with books. Aliria took a moment to admire the scenery as she completely ruined the rhythm of the Wedding March. Not that she minded much. She thought weddings were filled with foolish tradition, and what really mattered was who you were getting married to. Not how much the event cost, or the usual peacocks strutting down the aisle in a vain attempt to show off their WEALTH of all things. Aliria found such things vulgar. She preferred the African traditions of the areas she had been assigned to. Henna parties, where the couple was marked in henna by the two families. She loved that tradition. It gave families a chance to better get to the know the couple and their friends. She wished in this instance that they had had time for this tradition, as it was obvious her brother was doing his best to intimidate her future husband.
"Be nice, Kenny, or I will tell him about the pudding incident." Kenneth stared at her for a moment, but seemed to glare less at the man waiting for her at the altar. The ceremony was pretty standard, and Aliria gave Felix a soft kiss, whispering "I love the venue," in his ear.
It had taken a lot for Aliria not to squeal when she realized Felix was in fact her favorite author. It filled her with joy that such a man, clearly full of love, had been chosen as her husband. On the plane, she made sure to pull out her copy of his latest novel, giving him various teasing looks over the pages as she read. In all honesty, she loved it, but she could hardly tell him that. The meet-cute had her almost giggling, with both characters seemingly angry but also curious about each other. She was a bit sad when the plane finally touched down. She had just gotten to the part when for a refreshing change, the woman had tried to get the man back by being cheesy and romantic. It had been building up to be one of her favorite parts, and it was cut off right before she had a chance to read the male's reaction. She pouted slightly as she was forced to put the book away, and exited the plane with her new husband. The warm sun felt glorious on her skin. Aliria loved the sun, even more so since her encounter, and found herself basking in it for a moment before entering the door Felix opened for her like a gentleman.
She saw the looks he shot her as they rode together, and smiled at his question.
"It was very good. I l- I really liked the way you had the woman trying to win the man back. I'm just annoyed I didn't get to finish it. You do a nice job of turning the whole genre on its head, especially in regards to normal gender stereotypes. That's why I like your books. It's nice that the women aren't the standard useless damsel in distress types. You give them character and their own hopes and dreams outside of just marriage. Which obviously appeals to me." Blushing, Aliria stopped talking. She was an opinionated person, and didn't want to scare of this very sweet Canadian man. She noticed his hand slowly moving towards hers, and slipped her hand under his with a soft smile. Looking at his face, she grew slightly concerned, as he was pale and sweaty. She hoped it was the nerves, though the doctor in her resolved to give him a full checkup once they were in the privacy of their own room.
Taking Felix's offered hand, (again, what a gentleman!) Aliria stepped out into the warm sun, glad she was dressed appropriately for the weather. She gave Felix's hand a gentle squeeze as she enjoyed the feeling of holding her husband's hand. Glancing around at what had to be the other couples, she smiled. Most of them looked just as happy to be with each other as she felt towards Felix. There was one couple, in fact, who looked VERY enthusiastic. She smiled, and gave a little wave at the woman who seemed to already wear a love bite from her husband. It really didn't bother Aliria, though she saw how her husband looked taken aback by the clearly amorous couple. It made her smile. He's adorable when her blushes, she thought, giving him an affectionate kiss on the cheek. She was surprised when he asked her to pick, so she shot him a wicked smile.
"Let's have them compete to work for us. The final can be a ritual fight between the two best candidates." She giggled at her joke, lightly leaning against him. "I really don't mind. Shall we pick at random? How does it go? Eeny meeny?"
"Be nice, Kenny, or I will tell him about the pudding incident." Kenneth stared at her for a moment, but seemed to glare less at the man waiting for her at the altar. The ceremony was pretty standard, and Aliria gave Felix a soft kiss, whispering "I love the venue," in his ear.
It had taken a lot for Aliria not to squeal when she realized Felix was in fact her favorite author. It filled her with joy that such a man, clearly full of love, had been chosen as her husband. On the plane, she made sure to pull out her copy of his latest novel, giving him various teasing looks over the pages as she read. In all honesty, she loved it, but she could hardly tell him that. The meet-cute had her almost giggling, with both characters seemingly angry but also curious about each other. She was a bit sad when the plane finally touched down. She had just gotten to the part when for a refreshing change, the woman had tried to get the man back by being cheesy and romantic. It had been building up to be one of her favorite parts, and it was cut off right before she had a chance to read the male's reaction. She pouted slightly as she was forced to put the book away, and exited the plane with her new husband. The warm sun felt glorious on her skin. Aliria loved the sun, even more so since her encounter, and found herself basking in it for a moment before entering the door Felix opened for her like a gentleman.
She saw the looks he shot her as they rode together, and smiled at his question.
"It was very good. I l- I really liked the way you had the woman trying to win the man back. I'm just annoyed I didn't get to finish it. You do a nice job of turning the whole genre on its head, especially in regards to normal gender stereotypes. That's why I like your books. It's nice that the women aren't the standard useless damsel in distress types. You give them character and their own hopes and dreams outside of just marriage. Which obviously appeals to me." Blushing, Aliria stopped talking. She was an opinionated person, and didn't want to scare of this very sweet Canadian man. She noticed his hand slowly moving towards hers, and slipped her hand under his with a soft smile. Looking at his face, she grew slightly concerned, as he was pale and sweaty. She hoped it was the nerves, though the doctor in her resolved to give him a full checkup once they were in the privacy of their own room.
Taking Felix's offered hand, (again, what a gentleman!) Aliria stepped out into the warm sun, glad she was dressed appropriately for the weather. She gave Felix's hand a gentle squeeze as she enjoyed the feeling of holding her husband's hand. Glancing around at what had to be the other couples, she smiled. Most of them looked just as happy to be with each other as she felt towards Felix. There was one couple, in fact, who looked VERY enthusiastic. She smiled, and gave a little wave at the woman who seemed to already wear a love bite from her husband. It really didn't bother Aliria, though she saw how her husband looked taken aback by the clearly amorous couple. It made her smile. He's adorable when her blushes, she thought, giving him an affectionate kiss on the cheek. She was surprised when he asked her to pick, so she shot him a wicked smile.
"Let's have them compete to work for us. The final can be a ritual fight between the two best candidates." She giggled at her joke, lightly leaning against him. "I really don't mind. Shall we pick at random? How does it go? Eeny meeny?"
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Pretty sceneries flashed in the window, but Leo couldn't focus on them. He was feeling extremely emotional. So far Dante was proven to be a good man, he couldn't have been able to imagine a better husband. Leo hadn't met the other participants of the tv program, at least not yet, but he was happy Dante was his husband out of them all. Perhaps because of his career as a pastor, Leo had been suspicious about getting married with a stranger. Earlier he would have swore that it wouldn’t work. However, by Dante on his side their marriage could actually work. Leo was extremely happy. However there was also worry mixed in his feelings. Dante's mother had not been quite accepting about her son marrying a man. Leo didn’t know the details, but whatever his husband has talked with his mother-in-law, it had made him upset. Whatever it was Leo was sure it made Dante feel hurt, and that made Leo feel hurt too. He didn't want to see his husband go through something like that and he wanted to give his full support.
Leo had experienced something similar when he first came out of the closet. Even though his family and friends accepted him hundred percent, his own father had had difficulties accepting his sexuality in the beginning. He could just imagine what his better half was going through. Dante let out a heavy sigh and gave his husband an apologetic look. Leo just shook his head as a disagreement: Dante didn't need to apologize about anything for him. Dante smiled as he reached for Leo's hand, giving it a soft squeeze. Leo responded to the squeeze by giving a reassuring smile to Dante: one of those with a message like 'Don't worry, everything will go all right'.
"Are you excited?" The husband asked, while that million dollar smile came back to his face. Leo was surprised how the italian man could smile like that while he was going through something as painful as your own parent not accepting you. Leo hoped Dante was actually happy and not just forcing himself to smile for him. "Yes I am. I really want to get to know you even better." The Fin tried to match his smile to the one of his husband. He felt Dante looking at him, and he wondered what he was thinking. "I know, I am", Dante said with a grin.
Leo switched his gaze from his husband to the window and it's sceneries. Everything looked different than in Finland. Instead of pine and birch trees, there was an outstandingly beautiful tropical forest. Suddenly it opened up revealing the mountain side and the resort they would stay at. The tropical nature had already been breathtaking, but if possible this was even more breathtaking. The jeep came to a stop and the door was opened. "After you, mio caro," Dante spoke softly, making Leo chuckle.
They were barely outside of the car and Leo could feel all the cameras around him. The camera crew surrounded them to make sure they would get every little detail. Leo felt already bothered by them. He was afraid of embarrassing himself publicly as well as not being able to show his actual personality because of being so nervous about the cameras all the time. As if Dante could read his mind, he stroked softly over Leo's back, leading him towards the entrance of the hotel. Leo flashed a quick smile towards him, he was thankful for Dante being there for him. Soon they were accompanied by even more cameras waiting along with the resort's staff.
They had been the first to arrive, but right after them, another jeep arrived. And according to the sound of Jeeps behind them, even more would arrive soo. Leo looked into meeting the other couples. He was excited, though his excitement wasn't as big as before when he was waiting to meet his husband. Dante smiled down towards his husband and leaned in for yet another kiss, and this time other people could see them kissing. Leo was little taken back with this, he wasn't used to public displays of affection. However he couldn't complain about the kiss. It felt soft and gentle on his lips. Leo has already noticed Dante being a physical person and he had already done other gestures like the kiss. It was definitely nice, but something Leo needed to get used to. "If it is too much, you can hide behind me", Dante joked gently about the cameras. Right, the cameras. Leo had been so focused on the kiss he already had forgotten about them. "That sounds tempting. I might as well." He left out a small, amused and happy laugh. Leo looked around the place, Dante doing the same. "It sure is!" Leo answered his husband's comment about the place. It really was impressive. It looked even better live than in the little booklet, which was sended alongside the information about the show.
The sound of jeeps came closer and other couples started to find their way to the place too, but Leo didn’t pay too much attention to them since he was busy staring at his handsome husband. He still couldn’t believe how lucky he was. However he didn’t want to make Dante uncomfortable so after watching him little too long Leo stopped. Then a sudden idea came into his head… since Dante was a more physical person than him, wasn’t this a great opportunity to practise public showcases of attention? So without thinking more Leo started to act immediately. He got closer, and touched Dantes cheek leaning in to give a small kiss. However Leo forgot to close his mouth so they ended up knocking their teeth. Well, well. This didn’t go as in Strömsö. Leo felt extremely embarrassed as he went further away from Dante. “I’m sorry”, he mumbled while looking away from his husband.
Leo was afraid he had made things awkward. He didn’t dare to look at Dante so his attention was focused on the woman giving a welcome speech. He presented eight people, that would be their personal Major Domo, whatever that meant. She explained they would make sure the couples wishes and questions would be answered. Leo's focus turned to the couple that had arrived right after them. Leo decided he couldn’t let the kissing accident influence his actions too much, so he looked at Dante again with a forced smile. "So which one do you want to pick? I don't really have a preference."
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Pretty sceneries flashed in the window, but Leo couldn't focus on them. He was feeling extremely emotional. So far Dante was proven to be a good man, he couldn't have been able to imagine a better husband. Leo hadn't met the other participants of the tv program, at least not yet, but he was happy Dante was his husband out of them all. Perhaps because of his career as a pastor, Leo had been suspicious about getting married with a stranger. Earlier he would have swore that it wouldn’t work. However, by Dante on his side their marriage could actually work. Leo was extremely happy. However there was also worry mixed in his feelings. Dante's mother had not been quite accepting about her son marrying a man. Leo didn’t know the details, but whatever his husband has talked with his mother-in-law, it had made him upset. Whatever it was Leo was sure it made Dante feel hurt, and that made Leo feel hurt too. He didn't want to see his husband go through something like that and he wanted to give his full support.
Leo had experienced something similar when he first came out of the closet. Even though his family and friends accepted him hundred percent, his own father had had difficulties accepting his sexuality in the beginning. He could just imagine what his better half was going through. Dante let out a heavy sigh and gave his husband an apologetic look. Leo just shook his head as a disagreement: Dante didn't need to apologize about anything for him. Dante smiled as he reached for Leo's hand, giving it a soft squeeze. Leo responded to the squeeze by giving a reassuring smile to Dante: one of those with a message like 'Don't worry, everything will go all right'.
"Are you excited?" The husband asked, while that million dollar smile came back to his face. Leo was surprised how the italian man could smile like that while he was going through something as painful as your own parent not accepting you. Leo hoped Dante was actually happy and not just forcing himself to smile for him. "Yes I am. I really want to get to know you even better." The Fin tried to match his smile to the one of his husband. He felt Dante looking at him, and he wondered what he was thinking. "I know, I am", Dante said with a grin.
Leo switched his gaze from his husband to the window and it's sceneries. Everything looked different than in Finland. Instead of pine and birch trees, there was an outstandingly beautiful tropical forest. Suddenly it opened up revealing the mountain side and the resort they would stay at. The tropical nature had already been breathtaking, but if possible this was even more breathtaking. The jeep came to a stop and the door was opened. "After you, mio caro," Dante spoke softly, making Leo chuckle.
They were barely outside of the car and Leo could feel all the cameras around him. The camera crew surrounded them to make sure they would get every little detail. Leo felt already bothered by them. He was afraid of embarrassing himself publicly as well as not being able to show his actual personality because of being so nervous about the cameras all the time. As if Dante could read his mind, he stroked softly over Leo's back, leading him towards the entrance of the hotel. Leo flashed a quick smile towards him, he was thankful for Dante being there for him. Soon they were accompanied by even more cameras waiting along with the resort's staff.
They had been the first to arrive, but right after them, another jeep arrived. And according to the sound of Jeeps behind them, even more would arrive soo. Leo looked into meeting the other couples. He was excited, though his excitement wasn't as big as before when he was waiting to meet his husband. Dante smiled down towards his husband and leaned in for yet another kiss, and this time other people could see them kissing. Leo was little taken back with this, he wasn't used to public displays of affection. However he couldn't complain about the kiss. It felt soft and gentle on his lips. Leo has already noticed Dante being a physical person and he had already done other gestures like the kiss. It was definitely nice, but something Leo needed to get used to. "If it is too much, you can hide behind me", Dante joked gently about the cameras. Right, the cameras. Leo had been so focused on the kiss he already had forgotten about them. "That sounds tempting. I might as well." He left out a small, amused and happy laugh. Leo looked around the place, Dante doing the same. "It sure is!" Leo answered his husband's comment about the place. It really was impressive. It looked even better live than in the little booklet, which was sended alongside the information about the show.
The sound of jeeps came closer and other couples started to find their way to the place too, but Leo didn’t pay too much attention to them since he was busy staring at his handsome husband. He still couldn’t believe how lucky he was. However he didn’t want to make Dante uncomfortable so after watching him little too long Leo stopped. Then a sudden idea came into his head… since Dante was a more physical person than him, wasn’t this a great opportunity to practise public showcases of attention? So without thinking more Leo started to act immediately. He got closer, and touched Dantes cheek leaning in to give a small kiss. However Leo forgot to close his mouth so they ended up knocking their teeth. Well, well. This didn’t go as in Strömsö. Leo felt extremely embarrassed as he went further away from Dante. “I’m sorry”, he mumbled while looking away from his husband.
Leo was afraid he had made things awkward. He didn’t dare to look at Dante so his attention was focused on the woman giving a welcome speech. He presented eight people, that would be their personal Major Domo, whatever that meant. She explained they would make sure the couples wishes and questions would be answered. Leo's focus turned to the couple that had arrived right after them. Leo decided he couldn’t let the kissing accident influence his actions too much, so he looked at Dante again with a forced smile. "So which one do you want to pick? I don't really have a preference."
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Felix fought to control the blush that he was sure covered him from head to toe after Aliria kissed him on the cheek. He probably already look sunburnt. Which was sure to happen soon considering his red hair and this tropical climate. "FIght for it? Happy Hunger Games I suppose." he chuckled. "Sure, we can do the eeny meeny trick." Starting from one end of the domo line, Felix used his free hand to count down the line until he landed on a small brunette. "Look's like she's the one."
Felix led Aliria over to the girl and greeted her. "Would you mind showing us to our room so we can get settled?" The girl nodded and grabbed their things, leading them to an elevator. "So, what did you want to do first?" Felix asked his wife as the doors shut. "The beach is probably beautiful, but this is a resort they have...rich people things to do." What did rich people do? They golfed and they looked down their nose at the middle class, that much Felix did know. But he didn't think either of those activities were worth wasting their honeymoon on. "The hostess mentioned cocktails. We could get those fruity little drinks with the fairy umbrella's. Those taste good."
Oh god, he was rambling. Felix shut up and looked down at his shoes. Fairy umbrellas?! Mentally he smacked himself in the head for saying something stupid. The doors opened and the domo led them down a hall and to a door with their names transcribed onto a temporary plaque. Felix opened the door and turned to Aliria. "This may sound silly, but...can I carry you across the threshold? I know its not our permanent home, but I'd really like to." Awkwardly, he held out his arms to indicate he was ready to pick her up.
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Felix fought to control the blush that he was sure covered him from head to toe after Aliria kissed him on the cheek. He probably already look sunburnt. Which was sure to happen soon considering his red hair and this tropical climate. "FIght for it? Happy Hunger Games I suppose." he chuckled. "Sure, we can do the eeny meeny trick." Starting from one end of the domo line, Felix used his free hand to count down the line until he landed on a small brunette. "Look's like she's the one."
Felix led Aliria over to the girl and greeted her. "Would you mind showing us to our room so we can get settled?" The girl nodded and grabbed their things, leading them to an elevator. "So, what did you want to do first?" Felix asked his wife as the doors shut. "The beach is probably beautiful, but this is a resort they have...rich people things to do." What did rich people do? They golfed and they looked down their nose at the middle class, that much Felix did know. But he didn't think either of those activities were worth wasting their honeymoon on. "The hostess mentioned cocktails. We could get those fruity little drinks with the fairy umbrella's. Those taste good."
Oh god, he was rambling. Felix shut up and looked down at his shoes. Fairy umbrellas?! Mentally he smacked himself in the head for saying something stupid. The doors opened and the domo led them down a hall and to a door with their names transcribed onto a temporary plaque. Felix opened the door and turned to Aliria. "This may sound silly, but...can I carry you across the threshold? I know its not our permanent home, but I'd really like to." Awkwardly, he held out his arms to indicate he was ready to pick her up.
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I’m pretty used to dealing with cameras by now. Ah, yes. John was reminded of who exactly Demetrius was - a fact John had tried to forget as much as possible - when he turned to face the video equipment with pearly whites glinting in the beaming sun. The brit, due to their half-hugging position, felt himself turn with him, and adopted a stance he commonly used at larger gatherings; smile lazy and polite, back straight with shoulders rigidly pulled back. “I am not as acquainted with them, I have to admit,” He cocked his head to the side in order to look at his husband when he spoke, gaze flickering to the man’s cheek before quickly snapping back up (the cameras were way too close for comfort for him to comfortably return the tender gesture), “I imagine it will be easier once they’re less… noticeable.”
The hand resting on John’s hipbone inflicted a feeling on him not unlike the one he’d had the first time he’d smoked a cigarette at the tender age of 15 - a feeling of teenage rebellion. Despite the proper vest and costume pants he had on, John in his mind was transformed back to the days of sloppy ties, forbidden hair dye and hidden piercings. How he’d returned to the boarding school after summer break without ever breaking a clothing rule again.
Ah, well, no reason to make Demetrius suffer because of his own anxieties. The second the camera closest to the pair swiveled to capture some new fascinating couple, John shot a smile his husband’s way, tightening the grip around his waist. Demetrius was handsome - having the sort of face John had swooned over when plastered on the pages of women’s magazines, and a comforting sturdiness that could be felt through his shirt - but distant, perhaps it being a natural consequence of genius. During the wedding reception, the man had been quiet and polite; sipping champagne and making small talk while John had tried to dance and drink his way to some type of delirium. Thank god Ava hadn’t been part of the wedding business (mostly because it was a confusing thing, getting married to a stranger, and John had hoped to introduce his future spouse at a more appropriate stage).
“Ah, it seems we’re supposed to… pick someone?” John murmured to the man next to him, mouth tightening. Having servants wasn’t a new concept to him - his family fussing over old traditions and all that - but the concept of choosing one from a line-up? Slightly dehumanizing, in his opinion. But maybe his husband thought differently. “You can do the honors,” he smiled, disentangling himself from their half-embrace in order to allow the other man more mobility. Asking Demetrius to pick someone did push the responsibility of choosing another human being away from his own shoulders (he was British, goddamnit, the brits had done enough of that), but John was in general a fairly submissive man. It was why he’d married the extroverted, dominant Mary (despite her crying that it must be because she looked like a man), and was part of the reason for his general discomfort when interacting with Demetrius. D seemed… similar to him, in many ways.
The flurry of tan limbs and dark hair was decidedly not, however - John’s mouth twisting into a surprised O when the stranger pounced on D and began rambling in italian. John struggled to pick up on what the man was saying (he’d had lessons in all the major languages - but was not entirely fluent in any of them), but managed to decipher the basics; the two seemed to know each other, and had apparently not met in a while.
“Buongiorno, piacere di conoscerla,” the Brit said, mouth shaped into a polite smile around the slightly stifled words. “Io sono John, Il marito di Demetrius.” He’d forgotten how to ask for the man’s name in return, but offering up his own name combined by the hand he reached out would hopefully be enough.
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D smiled at his husband's confession. Cameras had been the hardest part of his journey to tech genius status. It had taken him a long time to get used to dealing with their presence, let alone speaking in front of them. There were days he wished he was still running the small lab out of the warehouse he had managed to rent. It was quieter then. No one expected him to save the world. Nobody had expected much out of him, and D gave a big smile as he thought about how he had proved them all wrong. D turned that smile upon his husband, though he still had a hard time meeting the handsome man's eyes.
"I understand completely. I hate having them shoved down my throat. I hope we get SOME privacy. It is our honeymoon, after all..." D flushed darker as he was sure the other man would take that more sexually than it was actually meant. He wanted to know his husband, and certainly know him before any... thing happened between them. The kiss at the altar had been hard enough.
D blinked as John offered him the choice of majordomos. He wasn't used to anyone letting him decide. It still took him a while to make decisions because for so long in his life, he had been told what to do, what to choose, what was next. His degree had been the first choice that had actually been his, the second was the tattoo that graced his wrist. His grandmother still insisted he cover it up at family gatherings. He was just about to choose, finger pointed at a large man. He seemed capable and confident enough. D opened his mouth to speak, and heard a noise from his left side.
"GUFOOOOOOOOOO" D's synapses fired just quick enough to send his body a signal of 'uh-oh' before he was hit with a massive side of Italian beefcake. He felt his body rock violently, his mind becoming detached as he wondered if the force was sufficient to induce whiplash, before a crushing force on his ribs brought him painfully back into focus.
"Or-Orso," he managed to choke out. "Orso, you're going to pop my costochondral joint at this rate..." Taking in a quick breath as the large man released him, D giggled as the man kissed his cheeks. He'd never gotten used to that particular tradition of his friend, and it always tickled for some reason. D gave Dante an apologetic smile, feeling a small surge of guilt at missing his best friend's wedding.
"Sorry, man. Never figured out the whole being in two places at a time thing, though I did try back in college." D frowned slightly as he remembered the puddles of slime which were the only result of that particular experiment. D smiled up at his big friend, though he avoided direct eye contact.
"Stavo bene, finché un grosso orso italiano non mi ha colpito..." D rattled this off at high speed, his accent a nearly flawless copy of the Naples man in front of him.
"I missed you too. Luckily one of us is subtle." D was about to introduce his husband, when John surprised him by speaking Italian. D gave the other man an impressed look.
"John, this is Dante. My best friend in the world. Dante would have been best man, but I guess he was doing the same thing we were?" D smiled again at Dante, glancing back over Dante's shoulder at the unaccompanied Leo.
"I understand completely. I hate having them shoved down my throat. I hope we get SOME privacy. It is our honeymoon, after all..." D flushed darker as he was sure the other man would take that more sexually than it was actually meant. He wanted to know his husband, and certainly know him before any... thing happened between them. The kiss at the altar had been hard enough.
D blinked as John offered him the choice of majordomos. He wasn't used to anyone letting him decide. It still took him a while to make decisions because for so long in his life, he had been told what to do, what to choose, what was next. His degree had been the first choice that had actually been his, the second was the tattoo that graced his wrist. His grandmother still insisted he cover it up at family gatherings. He was just about to choose, finger pointed at a large man. He seemed capable and confident enough. D opened his mouth to speak, and heard a noise from his left side.
"GUFOOOOOOOOOO" D's synapses fired just quick enough to send his body a signal of 'uh-oh' before he was hit with a massive side of Italian beefcake. He felt his body rock violently, his mind becoming detached as he wondered if the force was sufficient to induce whiplash, before a crushing force on his ribs brought him painfully back into focus.
"Or-Orso," he managed to choke out. "Orso, you're going to pop my costochondral joint at this rate..." Taking in a quick breath as the large man released him, D giggled as the man kissed his cheeks. He'd never gotten used to that particular tradition of his friend, and it always tickled for some reason. D gave Dante an apologetic smile, feeling a small surge of guilt at missing his best friend's wedding.
"Sorry, man. Never figured out the whole being in two places at a time thing, though I did try back in college." D frowned slightly as he remembered the puddles of slime which were the only result of that particular experiment. D smiled up at his big friend, though he avoided direct eye contact.
"Stavo bene, finché un grosso orso italiano non mi ha colpito..." D rattled this off at high speed, his accent a nearly flawless copy of the Naples man in front of him.
"I missed you too. Luckily one of us is subtle." D was about to introduce his husband, when John surprised him by speaking Italian. D gave the other man an impressed look.
"John, this is Dante. My best friend in the world. Dante would have been best man, but I guess he was doing the same thing we were?" D smiled again at Dante, glancing back over Dante's shoulder at the unaccompanied Leo.
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JJ smiled as his bride did her best to relax. IT was clear she like he had no real experience with relaxation. He would need to change that. He hoped she would be vulnerable enough that a massage would not go amiss. She seemed as though she could use one sometimes. His muscles felt tired just watching her flinch from relaxed to fully tensed. He hadn't been fond of the cameras either at first, but he had begun to accept them. For how could he go to space without the world knowing who he was? Or at least the public record. None would know about his clandestine missions, or the things he had done. Perhaps if his bride's Uncle insisted upon being a creep, he would find out some of it, but JJ didn't have any plans which involved him talking. JJ enjoyed his wife's smile as it became more and more genuine for him. For himself, he found it was harder and harder to keep the truth from her. His heart ached at times to tell her his secret, but he knew she would never be close to him again, never lean into him again if she knew.
He laughed as she smacked his ass. It didn't bother him, only made him happy his bride was so confident and at ease with him. Though a voice told him that ease wouldn't last, he found himself pleased by her smile. By her happiness. He heard a loud shout, and his body, moving ahead, found itself moving at high speed to put itself between her and the noise. It had turned out to be nothing, just two friends acting like fools, but he found himself troubled. His whole life had been trained to find the way out. Only save when you can be safe. Now he find himself throwing his body in front of a Russian woman he barely knew. Abernathy would tell him to shake it off, but JJ found he didn't care. It was nice to care and be cared for. He heard her muttered whisper in Russian and gave a soft smile, though he still gave no indication he understood. That was for later, when trust had been built.
"I am always happy to explore than be shown, My Lady. Makes things much more interesting. I find the tour guides never show you the secrets." He tilted his head in a small bow at her next words, smiling sweetly.
""As you wish. I know many dances, and I do so enjoy holding you." It was not a lie. He had found himself over the last twenty four hours craving closeness with his new bride, and he hoped that did not make him a fool.
He laughed as she smacked his ass. It didn't bother him, only made him happy his bride was so confident and at ease with him. Though a voice told him that ease wouldn't last, he found himself pleased by her smile. By her happiness. He heard a loud shout, and his body, moving ahead, found itself moving at high speed to put itself between her and the noise. It had turned out to be nothing, just two friends acting like fools, but he found himself troubled. His whole life had been trained to find the way out. Only save when you can be safe. Now he find himself throwing his body in front of a Russian woman he barely knew. Abernathy would tell him to shake it off, but JJ found he didn't care. It was nice to care and be cared for. He heard her muttered whisper in Russian and gave a soft smile, though he still gave no indication he understood. That was for later, when trust had been built.
"I am always happy to explore than be shown, My Lady. Makes things much more interesting. I find the tour guides never show you the secrets." He tilted his head in a small bow at her next words, smiling sweetly.
""As you wish. I know many dances, and I do so enjoy holding you." It was not a lie. He had found himself over the last twenty four hours craving closeness with his new bride, and he hoped that did not make him a fool.
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Lidewij was watching some of the other couples, and Lilly thought she looked like she was deep in thought as she looked on. Did she know some of these people? Lilly looked away from the Domo and studied the group herself. No one really looked familiar, well except that actor rushing towards another man that was obviously not her husband. He was an actor, Lilly recognized him from his role on Suburra. Interesting, Lilly hadn't known he wasn't straight.
Her attention went back to her wife as a kiss was placed on her cheek and the two were led to their rooms by the domo. The way Lidewij could command the help with such cool and collected authority, it was kinda hot. Had Lilly scored herself a sugar mama? Hell if she knew. Picking up her bag and following Lidewij into the room Lilly let out a low whistle. This room was nice. Minus the fact an entire wall was missing. "What are we supposed to do if it rains? Get soaked?" Lilly set the bag down next to the bed and walked over to peer over the edge of the balcony. She would have to make sure she didn't get drunk and fall over the edge. It would be a pitiful way to go.
At the sound of Lidewij's voice Lilly turned to face her new wife and to see her stripping down to her undergarments and wading into the infinity pool. The view from their missing wall didn't compare to the view now in front of her. "Test the waters we shall!" Lilly grinned as she decided to strip down herself. She pulled the black sundress over her head and left it in a pile on the floor and stepped out of her sandals, dipping her toe into the water. Shivers went up her spine as she eased herself fully into the pool. There weren't camera's in here, were there? Lilly wouldn't put it past the crew to film their most intimate moments. The threw the thought over the edge of the infinity pool and dunked her head under the water, swimming forwards until she surfaced next to Lidewij. Smiling, she planted a kiss on Lidewij's lips, feeling brave. "Have I told you I love your hair?" Lilly said as the blonde tresses floated around them in the water. "I've always had a thing for blondes."
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Lidewij was watching some of the other couples, and Lilly thought she looked like she was deep in thought as she looked on. Did she know some of these people? Lilly looked away from the Domo and studied the group herself. No one really looked familiar, well except that actor rushing towards another man that was obviously not her husband. He was an actor, Lilly recognized him from his role on Suburra. Interesting, Lilly hadn't known he wasn't straight.
Her attention went back to her wife as a kiss was placed on her cheek and the two were led to their rooms by the domo. The way Lidewij could command the help with such cool and collected authority, it was kinda hot. Had Lilly scored herself a sugar mama? Hell if she knew. Picking up her bag and following Lidewij into the room Lilly let out a low whistle. This room was nice. Minus the fact an entire wall was missing. "What are we supposed to do if it rains? Get soaked?" Lilly set the bag down next to the bed and walked over to peer over the edge of the balcony. She would have to make sure she didn't get drunk and fall over the edge. It would be a pitiful way to go.
At the sound of Lidewij's voice Lilly turned to face her new wife and to see her stripping down to her undergarments and wading into the infinity pool. The view from their missing wall didn't compare to the view now in front of her. "Test the waters we shall!" Lilly grinned as she decided to strip down herself. She pulled the black sundress over her head and left it in a pile on the floor and stepped out of her sandals, dipping her toe into the water. Shivers went up her spine as she eased herself fully into the pool. There weren't camera's in here, were there? Lilly wouldn't put it past the crew to film their most intimate moments. The threw the thought over the edge of the infinity pool and dunked her head under the water, swimming forwards until she surfaced next to Lidewij. Smiling, she planted a kiss on Lidewij's lips, feeling brave. "Have I told you I love your hair?" Lilly said as the blonde tresses floated around them in the water. "I've always had a thing for blondes."
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Aliria was so happy to Felix. He was so shy, but she loved that. She grinned as Felix turned bright red at her kiss. He would be shy because of his redness, but she loved it. She found herself falling for Felix. It was so easy for him to fight past her guards in a foreign land, and how could she deny that she was falling hard for him? He was sweet and kind and let her be who she was. She was terrified Felix would learn who she was. She was always moving to held the less fortunate countries. Felix was a lovely man, but how could he understand? Alirira had not only stood as a foreign agent, but she had paid for the immigrants to escape. So she giggles as Felix offered to carry her. Even though he didn't know, she had used him to smuggle those without hope. She was terrified he would want nothing to do with her.
Aliria smiled as he asked to carry her across the threshold. If he and his people found out, let them. Felix was kind and Aliria hoped he could forgive her, ever as he asked her to jump the threshold even as he wobbled and only barely lasted over the threshold. Aliria smiled at Felix as she pulled a broom from the closet.
"Now you have done your ceremony. In South Africa where I work, jumping over the broom is important, so jump with me. I love you, though you might be scared. If you ever love me the same, please jump the broom with me...."
Aliria smiled as he asked to carry her across the threshold. If he and his people found out, let them. Felix was kind and Aliria hoped he could forgive her, ever as he asked her to jump the threshold even as he wobbled and only barely lasted over the threshold. Aliria smiled at Felix as she pulled a broom from the closet.
"Now you have done your ceremony. In South Africa where I work, jumping over the broom is important, so jump with me. I love you, though you might be scared. If you ever love me the same, please jump the broom with me...."
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