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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 22, 2009 21:46:02 GMT -5
Dare's brows knitted, from the stop to the kiss, the quick switch in gears Michael was so good at, and even the thought of keeping track of things in Muggle money. They'd probably have to at some point, though. The wizarding world was bad enough about blood purity prejudices, and he couldn't imagine they'd be able to get everything they needed for the ceremony from Diagon Alley. "Are we getting Dru to help us?" he asked hopefully.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 22, 2009 22:10:15 GMT -5
"I kind of want to try it first, then if it's too much we can get her," Michael said, flipping absently through the book. "Is that okay?" He looked up at Dare. If Dare didn't want to wait, they could get Dru involved immediately. He would feel better if they tried themselves, though. He wanted to at least try, even if it proved to be too much for him.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 22, 2009 22:17:50 GMT -5
Dare nodded, though he'd have far preferred to get help right away. Hadn't Michael just told him that he'd been trying to do too much on his own? Did he really think Dare would be that big a help? Dare didn't think so at all, but he wanted Michael to be happy, and this was a little thing. He sighed, then settled in to look at the pages as Michael flipped through them. "Wait, what was that?" he asked. "Go back a few." His eyes widened slightly. "Are we supposed to send invitations?"
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 22, 2009 22:34:37 GMT -5
Michael flipped back and read over the page. "Apparently, but do we really need to? I mean...it's not like there's that many people, we can tell them." He didn't see much reason to do it with as few guests as they had. He needed to send one to his mother, though, but there wasn't any way they were going to be seeing her any time soon to tell her in person.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 22, 2009 23:17:07 GMT -5
"It says we need to," Dare said, tapping lightly at the page. "It is the appropriate thing to do and some of them will probably want them as souvenirs, too. Of course, they will know all the ceremony details from you personally, but it is nice to send the formal invitation. It'd have the date and everything on it, right? I want people to remember our anniversary." Dare could hardly finish the sentence for the grin on his face. Our anniversary. He had to steal another kiss.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 23, 2009 13:04:12 GMT -5
Michael smiled into the kiss, his mind having taken the topic of anniversary and ran with it. They would be getting married on their one year anniversary. Some would think they were moving too fast, it had barely been six months when Dare asked him to marry him, and now, when it had not even been nine they were planning the details of their ceremony. Michael broke the kiss with a soft I love you and met Dare's eyes.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 23, 2009 15:56:24 GMT -5
Dare was grinning crookedly again, and his eyes glittered as they looked between Michael's. "I love you, Michael," he murmured. He'd completely forgotten the customers who'd come in earlier or those who might come in, focusing entirely on Michael and their dream they were making reality. "If I get any more excited, you're gonna have to take me upstairs," he teased.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 24, 2009 14:30:34 GMT -5
Michael grinned but shook his head, "No, you'll have to wait until you get home." The shop needed to stay open, and by the time he closed Dare would already be gone, at least as far as Michael knew, no matter how much he would like to go upstairs. They hadn't done anything the past couple of days, but Michael hadn't really felt it until just then, but just because they couldn't do anything didn't mean he pulled his hand away from it's spot on Dare's thigh.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 24, 2009 14:45:26 GMT -5
Dare gave a low, slightly overdone groan, like a child denied just five more minutes trudging unhappily toward bed. He leaned close again, his lips brushing the tender skin beneath Michael's ear, then parting to breathe warmth against him as he spoke in a murmur. "That's hours," he said. "Practically tomorrow." He dipped his tongue lightly against the edge of his ear, then continued whatever nuzzling and light kisses against Michael's neck that he could get away with.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 24, 2009 15:01:27 GMT -5
Michael creased his eyebrows and sighed, "I know." He didn't want to wait, but he had to. He nuzzled lightly against Dare and wouldn't have pulled away at all had he not been worried of losing two customers in the same day. Even the accepting ones couldn't want to see him and Dare doing something like that. "We have all day tomorrow, though," he reasoned softly.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 24, 2009 15:22:49 GMT -5
Dare groaned again, forcing himself to pull away. His body was already going though, and he shifted in his seat, then let his fringe fall down as he tried to unobtrusively adjust himself. He supposed it was lucky that Michael hadn't let him get any farther, even if he cursed that very situation. At least he wasn't running for the nearest bathroom. "What's next in that book?" he asked, clearing his throat lightly. He didn't let himself look, not when he knew he'd visually devour Michael if he tried, but he tried to let it go.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 24, 2009 15:27:59 GMT -5
Michael pulled his hand from Dare and flipped through the book, "The wedding party." He wrinkled his nose. That wasn't something he wanted to think about. He didn't have anyone to be a best man for him. Maybe he just shouldn't even look, it wasn't like the guest list was long enough to really be able to pull anyone else from it.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 24, 2009 15:34:18 GMT -5
"Wedding party?" Dare repeated, lifting his gaze to the book now. His leg felt cold from where Michael's hand had left it, and with the sudden lack of contact, he shuffled his chair closer again to wrap his arms around Michael's waist. "The wedding party's that thing after with the cake and the music, right?" He could have just read the page, but he was far happier resting his head against Michael's shoulder.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 24, 2009 15:36:35 GMT -5
Michael shook his head, "No, that's the reception. The party is the couple and the groomsmen, like the best man. It says you can have groomswomen, too." He couldn't help but have mixed feelings about Dare holding him. He wanted the contact more than he could say, but he also knew that it wouldn't help them concentrate any more. "And the parents, probably."
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 24, 2009 15:41:01 GMT -5
The parents. There were only two of those, and Dare didn't know what they were supposed to do anyway. He knew the best man or groomsman or whatever was supposed to stand there and be important, but nothing else. "So what are we supposed to do?" Dare asked. That was the important part. He didn't really care if he understood it, just as long as things got done right.
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