Well, I don't know if all that's true, 'cause you got me and baby, I got you...

[uberboned]

Who: Gabriel, Jinx, and their friends and family.
When: Friday the 13th, before sirens.
Where: A park that has been shamelessly borrowed for this event.
Summary: JINX AND GABRIEL ARE GETTING MARRIED.
Warnings: Schmoop.

[Friday the 13th is a day of preventing bad luck from finding you- and it will find you, somehow. But for an unlucky little lady who has been a staple of Siren's Port for a few years, it's her luckiest day, so what better day for her wedding?

A small park has been rented for the occasion with a combination of Jinx's charms and her pocketbook and it's really anyone's guess which one won out. Lines of chairs form the aisles, draped in purple, black, green, and offset by red roses everywhere. Rather than a carpet for the bride to walk down, the grass seems to be covered in a blanket of soft rose petals. 

Let's just say if you wanted roses today, you're out of luck.

The reception area stands off to the side, offset by dozens upon dozens of ice swans and... for some reason a living elephant also decked in purple and black. Jinx wanted one. The zoo obliged. The end.

And where there should be an organ, there's a harpist. The groom, standing up at the front of the makeshift altar with the king of Hell on his left and a Prophet of the Lord at his right, looks as smug as the cat who caught the canary- or, more appropriately, the canary who charmed the cat- and despite the few stage whispers of "Yes, Chuck, it's too late to make this a Jewish wedding", all is well.

And when the harpist starts playing "Stairway to Heaven," it begins.]

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[uberboned]

[He throws his head back and laughs, keeping his hands firmly on her hips and, for a moment, he forgets that he's supposed to be keeping time to the music and just awkwardly sways her to his own beat.]

Hard to believe we were ever that young. I remember when you threatened to jump coffee on my crotch.

[unluckyinlove]

Oh, you so deserved it.

[When his head goes back, she takes the opportunity to nip at his exposed neck. After a few kisses, she begins nuzzling him. Her hard is thumping hard against her chest. She closes her eyes and takes in his scent, wanting nothing more than to live in this moment forever.]

I remember when you forced me to go out on Valentine's day and kept refilling my wine glass until I was drunk enough to kiss you at the door.

[uberboned]

[He rests his chin on the top of her head. Now it's a game, he thinks, and when he's done reminiscing about that first kiss, he moves on, completely nostalgic.] I remember... the ice water in the hot tub.

[unluckyinlove]

Don't remind me.

[No, really. She's actually enjoying this moment. Turning the hot tub cold like that hurt every one of her joints and nearly gave her frostbite in her favorite places.]

Just like I won't remind you of the time you let yourself get stabbed in the heart, without telling me you couldn't die first, and then we slept on that old lady's couch while you...reconstructed.

[uberboned]

Okay, okay. Bad example. [He buries his face in her neck.] Aww. Why wouldn't you remind me of that? That was a great night... Except for the blood and gore and horror.

[A bit of an inhale, followed by a contented sigh and then he sing-songs:]

Best bill I ever skipped out on.

[unluckyinlove]

Like you ever pay.

[Only because she doesn't let him touch the money. Her fingers lace through his hair and she cradles him there against her neck. Lightly, she kisses what exposed skin she can. His jaw, his earlobe. Is he wearing cologne or did he actually take a real shower before this thing? Either way, he smells about as good as he looks.

...well, okay. He's always looked pretty goofy in a suit. Maybe she'll loosen his tie and ruffle him up for the reception.]

Remember last year...April Fools' Day? [There's a purr to her voice with that one.]

[uberboned]

[He could stand to be ruffled at this point. Really ruffled- like behind those trees over there-ruffled, but there are children and people Jinx is practically related to present and a lot of people are pathologically curious.]

Mmm. [He purrs and presses his nose against hers, the smirk on his face making it clear he knows, but he wants to hear it from her, how she tells it.] Remind me.

[unluckyinlove]

[Lightly, she kisses him. It's a hard thing to manage right now, especially the pulling away part. She decides to nip his bottom lip lightly before she moves her kisses to his cheek. Then his neck. A chuckle resonates softly from her throat.]

This guy I knew got me a nightclub because of some sentimental BS. So, I decided to sleep with him. No big deal.

[She whispers into his ear. It's easy to hear the grin in her voice.] I totally introduced him to anal.

[uberboned]

[He gasps in mock surprise and then captures her lips with his like he's trying to shut her up, which, honestly, if he were serious, that would have been the least family-friendly way to keep her quiet while kids are present. Thank God, he's not serious.

It takes a minute for him to pull back- what was supposed to be a five-second "shhhh" kiss turns into a spicy make-out session, but when he finally does pull back, he can't really keep a straight face.]

Think of the children, Jinxie.

[unluckyinlove]

[The first dance really should have been over by now. The music had begun to play like their award speech had gone on too long.]

I am thinking about the children, baby. I'm teaching them sex ed.

[Her mouth locked back onto his and she began the game of tonsil hockey again. Well, she does need to go back to her tent to change before the reception. Maybe her now-husband can join her...]

[uberboned]

[And Gabriel could care less. Their kissing had lasted an eternity and so would this. If they wanted the dance floor so bad, they could come and take it and he'd still probably think they were alone on it.

...Or she could make suggestions without actually making suggestions. It's sort of funny how he can read her mind like that. Without warning or without immediately breaking the kiss, he shifts and then hauls her into an awkward bridal carry in the most literal definition. With her dress, it takes a bit of doing without tripping over any dangling bits of cloth, but he's managing just fine as he walks off the dance floor without a word, still locking lips with his bride.

Always a showman. Absolutely nothing would change that.]