To The Bride And Groom Rating:NC-17 D/Annie some honeymoon B/C Author:suzyh Disclaimer:I still don't own them. No money being made. Annie is mine. "Darien!!! Get your ass out of that shower." Annie was searching their apartment for her bag. Her search was proving fruitless. Her mood was not helped by Darien taking forever in the bathroom. She fell on her knees and peered under the bed. A pair of boxer shorts and several dust bunnies stared back. Annie grimaced. Gingerly, she hooked out the boxers and put them into the laundry basket. She glared at the bathroom door. She needed to get ready. Claire was expecting her in less than two hours. The two women were having a girlie night before the big day. Bobby was staying with Darien. Darien had long since vacated the shower, but was spending time perfecting his hair. That done, he examined the finished article from all angles. Nodding with satisfaction, he Quicksilvered and crept out the bathroom. He was greeted by the sight of his wife's pert bottom sticking up in the air as she looked under the bed. Amused, he watched as she put some boxers into the laundry and glared at the room he had just left. Muttering something about invisible men and their vanity, she fed Darien the rat and started the dishes. She yelped as a cold hand grabbed her breast. A plate crashed into the sink. "Darien. That's cold!!" "Sorry. Is this better?" Darien turned visible and stroked her with his warm hand. Annie shook him off. "Down boy. I've got to get to Claire's soon." "Not for another Hour and a half." "Yes. It takes twenty minutes to get there and I have to get ready first. Do the math." "We've got ten minutes." "Darien. Get off!" "Aww, come on I'll be quick." Annie fought him off laughing. He had grown eight extra arms. Darien picked her up squealing and popped her on the kitchen counter. Her sweatpants flew off along with her panties. His towel dropped to the floor as he stroked her gently. Annie wriggled away from his touch giggling. He recaptured her easily. "Mrs Fawkes, do your marital duty." "Wasn't I doing that all last night and this morning?" "Good point. Care for a rematch?" In reply, she reached between them and began to stroke his cock. He gasped and took her hand away. Annie positioned herself so her backside was just balancing on the edge of the counter. Darien's eyes dilated as he watched her. She pulled him close, opening her legs so he could stand between them. She guided his cock inside her and thrust against him. Darien moaned, God, she was so perfect. He held her hips still as he lifted her to him. Annie let out a small whimper and lay back completely. Hearing that sound sent Darien over the edge. He thrust hard and fast, hearing her moans of delight. Annie's hands gripped the side of the countertop. Darien was controlling the whole thing and she could do nothing but lay there and enjoy it. Abruptly, Darien stopped. Annie opened her mouth to protest. He took her hand and pulled her down onto the kitchen floor. He positioned her on top of him and urged her to ride him. Annie eagerly straddled his body and sank down on his throbbing cock. They both groaned in unison. Annie rode him fast, desperate for release. Harder and harder she moved until they were both panting for air. "Annie... God.. Like that, yeah, so good baby." "OOH, Dare... cum with me, so close." Howls erupted in stereo as they came together. Annie collapsed on top of her husband exhausted. When they finally moved, Annie wrinkled her nose in disgust. "EEEW, Darien, there's a half eaten sandwich here." Darien grunted a reply. Annie got off his body wiping her brow. She saw the clock, she now only had twenty minutes to get ready. She nudged the nearly comatose man on the floor. "Hey, stud, wake up, we've got twenty minutes. DARIEN!!! WAKE UP!!" She rushed off to the shower, barely washing her hair properly as she hurried. Ten minutes later with her hair curling wildly about her face, she exited the bathroom to find Darien sitting on the bed. She pulled him up and pushed him in the right direction. "Ten minutes Romeo. Make them count." She packed her bag that Darien had found and grabbed the bridesmaid dress which was hanging on the coat hook by the door. Fifteen minutes later, they were on their way to Claire. Darien had a smug grin on his face and Annie was trying to tame her hair. Sighing, she gave up. "Don't look so smug, this is your fault we're late." "I didn't hear you say no darling." "Well, what was I supposed to do? You're bigger than me." "Excuses, excuses." Darien looked amused as they pulled up outside. Annie was flushed and her hair was a mass of blonde curls. She looked like she had just had wild sex. Good. He was feeling very pleased with himself. Annie jumped out of the car and snagged the dress. She waved goodbye as she climbed the steps to Claire's townhouse. Darien waited, slowly counting to ten. When he had reached eight, she came running back and grabbed the bag that he was dangling over one digit. "I hate you Darien Fawkes." His grin widened at this comment. "Yeah, I hate you too. Have fun!" He waved, narrowly missing another car as he high tailed it to Bobby's apartment. He arrived in record time. Bobby was waiting for him, a look of resignation on his face. All his stuff was either in boxes or at Claire's. Bobby locked up and walked with his friend to the car. "Wow, someone got lucky." He winked at Darien. A huge grin confirmed his suspicion. They drove back to Darien's place armed with beer, videos and their sense of humour. Claire was laughing hysterically, Annie had just relayed the reason for being late, as well as throwing in the half eaten sandwich for good measure. She poured some more wine. They had already consumed two bottles between them and Claire was tipsy. Munching on a handful of potato chips, Claire regarded her friend. "So, did he clean up the sandwich?" "Nah, It'll probably still be there next year." "Hey, want to play truth or dare?" "Sure" "Okay, the sex version. Only sex questions." Both women giggled like teenagers. Annie held her hand up. "Me first. Claire, have you ever done it with two men at the same time?" Snigger. " Twice actually. Very entertaining." "Annie, name the most outrageous place you've done it." "Back of the bakery, shit load of customers, Darien having a heart attack." Claire went into a fit of giggles. This was going to be an entertaining game. She gulped down her wine and reached for the bottle. Bobby wolfed down his third piece of pizza. They were enjoying the Die Hard trilogy on video. He turned to Darien. "Do you think he did his own stunts?" "Bruce Willis?" "No. Liberace. Of course Bruce Willis." "Hobbes, he's a major hollywood star. The studio probably panics if he stubs his toe." "What about Arnie?" "No." "Stallone?" "Bobby, stop it." "What? I can't ask?" Darien shook his head and went for more beer. The conversation predicitably turned towards the women. "So, when did you first know?" "Know what?" "That Annie was the one." "Well, actually it was at the restaurant on our first date. She was so full of life and I loved the way she handled you two. Not to mention her proposition to me." "Yeah." Bobby smiled fondly. "She's a special girl that Annie." "How about you and Claire?" "That dates back a long time my friend. Trust me when I say that I had Claire pegged as the next Mrs Hobbes from the moment I saw her. Although I never bargained on her napkin thing, must be something the Brits do. " They sat quietly sipping their beers, reflecting on their female partners. Bobby turned to Darien again. "I'm glad you're happy partner. Just hold onto it for as long as you can." "Bobby, Annie has as much chance of getting away as Claire does." Both men smirked and went back to the movie. The big day arrived. The sun was shining, birds were singing, the bride and matron of honour were hung over. Claire groaned as she bent over the sink. The hairdresser would be arriving in one hour. She looked at her reflection. Red eyes, puffy face, all the things a bride should have. Her one consolation was that Annie looked just as bad. Sounds of somone being sick brought her out of her daydream. Claire swallowed, shook her head and went to find some aspirin and some coffee. Both women felt and looked alot better by the time the makeup artist arrived. She worked her magic with the concealer and transformed both Annie and Claire. "What time are the cars arriving?" Annie asked Claire. "Ummm they should be here any minute." Answered the bride. Annie looked up to see Claire at the top of her stairs. She gasped. Claire looked beautiful. Dressed from head to toe in a soft cream gown that flowed off her body, Claire's only jewelery was a tiny pearl necklace with matching earrings. She had no veil, but tiny little peach and cream flowers adorned her hair, which was curled up in loose waves on her head. Her bouquet was a mass of peach and cream flowers with one bright orange lily in the middle. Annie watched her float down the staircase toward her. "Right." Said Claire "Let's knock their socks off." Bobby was waiting nervously at the church. Darien was fiddling with his collar, complaining how much he hated wearing them. He had gotten married in a casual shirt and even more casual pants. He saw no need for the fancy suits. There was a hush in the church. Bobby took his place and Darien stood next to him still tugging on his collar. "Fawkes, I swear. If you don't leave that alone I will personally perform my own gland harvest with a pair of pliers and a spoon." Darien's eyes widened slightly at the threat, but he stopped playing. The music started. Annie came down the aisle first. Darien felt his breath catch. She was wearing a soft blue gown that hugged her figure and made her eyes even more blue. Her hair flowed loose down her back as she had let it grow for the occasion and she had tiny white flowers dotted about in the curls. She winked at Bobby and mouthed "I love you" to Darien. Then it was Claire's turn. She drifted down the aisle smiling at Bobby. She stood next to him and kissed his mouth gently. Bobby looked dazed. Darien snorted and gave him a light shake of the shoulder. The service was brief and to the point, something Claire had insisted on. She hated long drawn out stuffy affairs. They exchanged vows, rings, then it was over. Annie had spent the entire time grinning and winking at Darien. She knew how much he was dying to get that collar off. That evening, everyone cheered and clapped as Mr and Mrs Hobbes departed for their honeymoon. Claire tossed the bouquet and Eberts girlfriend caught it. Eberts looked distinctly nervous as she smiled at him. Annie snuggled next to Darien. He had undone the collar and somehow had managed to make the morning suit look scruffy. The Official came up to them with three glasses of champagne. "Here's to the bride and groom." Darien held up his glass. "And to the matching napkins." Claire was giggling wildly as Bobby lay on the bed. "Doctor? I have a pain." "Really? Where?" "Ummm Here." Bobby indicated to the general area of his body. Claire gave him a toothy grin and stroked his navel. "Here?" "No." "Here?" Her hand moved southwards. Bobby moaned loudly. "Yeah, Doc, that's the spot." Claire lowered herself nearer his groin. She blew gently. "Hmmm. Seems to be reacting normally." "Claire?" "Maybe I should run some tests." She ran her tongue around the tip. "Claire?" "Do you have any other symptoms?" Claire suckled gently, then licked. "Apart from a raging hard on? No. I don't think so." "Hmmm." Another soft lick. Bobby looked desperate. "Hmmm?" "That's what I said. Hmmm." Claire studied her husband, eager to draw this out. "Would you like a second opinion?" "What I'd like is for you to get your beautiful body down here so I can make you my wife properly." Claire laughed and straddled Bobby. "Anything you say dear." The end.