Garlic #25, Fudge Ripple #17, and Vanilla #7 - Marry You
Author: Nikki
Title: Marry You
Summary: Oz and Adri, after their wedding.
Story: Phase
Timeline: July 2010 - Oz is 24, Adrianna is 21.
Challenge: Garlic #25 (My Treat - carried over the threshold - Oz and Adrianna, after their wedding), Fudge Ripple #17 (playfulness), Vanilla #7 (holiday)
Word Count: 352
Rating: PG
Adrianna couldn’t help but laugh as Oz stuck to tradition, picking her up to carry her through the door. Once there, he spun her around to where her laughter turned to shrieks of amusement and she cried for him to stop. If Adri hadn’t of known better, she might have thought they were an actual pair of newlyweds getting into the honeymoon stage.
As such, part of her couldn’t help but think that it was still fun to pretend. With her lack of sexual desire, she couldn’t help but think that she’d never be married for real.
Setting her down after one last spin, Oz wobbled. His smile somehow widened. “Do you think they bought it?”
“As long as the U.S. Citizenship and Immigration Services does, what does it matter?” she asked, pulling off her veil and the many bobby pins holding her hair up.
“Interviews with our close and personal ones.”
“Ah. Well, in that case, yes I think they bought it. You can be a wonderful actor when you need to be.”
“It probably helps that I imagined your brother in your place,” Oz retorted, loosening his bowtie and undoing a few buttons of his shirt. He immediately looked more relaxed.
Adrianna gave a huff of amusement, halfheartedly slapping at his chest. “If that’s the case, then I’m a much better actor than you are. I didn’t have anyone to pretend in your place.”
“I’ll nominate you for an Oscar right away, love.”
“Right. I think I’m going to change. As pretty as this dress looks, I can’t imagine that wearing it will make it easy to study for my next exam.”
“You’re going to study? But it’s our wedding night!” Oz exaggeratedly pouted. “That’s practically a sex holiday.”
She gave another huff, though it seemed closer to a snort. “If you’re going to be like that, I’d prefer you go find Andy. His room is next door, after all.”
Oz paused, before perking up in a way that was almost disturbing. “Yes. Yes, I think I’ll do that right away.”
“Just be back for the morning.”
“Nag nag nag... If you keep that up, people might actually think we’re married...”
Title: Marry You
Summary: Oz and Adri, after their wedding.
Story: Phase
Timeline: July 2010 - Oz is 24, Adrianna is 21.
Challenge: Garlic #25 (My Treat - carried over the threshold - Oz and Adrianna, after their wedding), Fudge Ripple #17 (playfulness), Vanilla #7 (holiday)
Word Count: 352
Rating: PG
Adrianna couldn’t help but laugh as Oz stuck to tradition, picking her up to carry her through the door. Once there, he spun her around to where her laughter turned to shrieks of amusement and she cried for him to stop. If Adri hadn’t of known better, she might have thought they were an actual pair of newlyweds getting into the honeymoon stage.
As such, part of her couldn’t help but think that it was still fun to pretend. With her lack of sexual desire, she couldn’t help but think that she’d never be married for real.
Setting her down after one last spin, Oz wobbled. His smile somehow widened. “Do you think they bought it?”
“As long as the U.S. Citizenship and Immigration Services does, what does it matter?” she asked, pulling off her veil and the many bobby pins holding her hair up.
“Interviews with our close and personal ones.”
“Ah. Well, in that case, yes I think they bought it. You can be a wonderful actor when you need to be.”
“It probably helps that I imagined your brother in your place,” Oz retorted, loosening his bowtie and undoing a few buttons of his shirt. He immediately looked more relaxed.
Adrianna gave a huff of amusement, halfheartedly slapping at his chest. “If that’s the case, then I’m a much better actor than you are. I didn’t have anyone to pretend in your place.”
“I’ll nominate you for an Oscar right away, love.”
“Right. I think I’m going to change. As pretty as this dress looks, I can’t imagine that wearing it will make it easy to study for my next exam.”
“You’re going to study? But it’s our wedding night!” Oz exaggeratedly pouted. “That’s practically a sex holiday.”
She gave another huff, though it seemed closer to a snort. “If you’re going to be like that, I’d prefer you go find Andy. His room is next door, after all.”
Oz paused, before perking up in a way that was almost disturbing. “Yes. Yes, I think I’ll do that right away.”
“Just be back for the morning.”
“Nag nag nag... If you keep that up, people might actually think we’re married...”