A few ideas

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November 25, 2008
1:30am
Veinna Estate - Bronwyn's room


Mitch was aware she was hot. He'd thought that before she'd ever been in heat near him, but now she virtually sizzled. Permission granted... although she was still sleeping and waking her abruptly in her state was likely to cause others to lose limbs. "Bronwyn?" He tentatively poked, coming closer, enticed even more than before by her scent. Permission was permission and he couldn't help himself, trying to wake her in a different way.

She was aware of Mitch close to her as she'd gotten used to his pressence and his scent now filled her room, not to mention two days spent wrapped up in his arms. The memory drifted in to help wake her, she smiled and sighed softly, hearing him say her name. "Mmmm?" She arched and stretched a little, reaching for him even before she'd opened her eyes.

"Who's waiting until tomorrow?" He laughed. Her scent was still making him giddy and eager and demanding no matter how many times and ways he'd expressed himself already. Maybe he should have given Aberto a full week in the deal. He wasn't even close to finished enjoying this.

"Apparently no one." She whispered as she heard the click of the door and picked up the scent of the two men beyond it. "It seems Aberto is here.. he brought someone with him." She whispered to Mitch, a little concerned and confused, she didn't smell anything negative in the scents but didn't know why Aberto would be paying them a visit, now.

"Three days are up, Mitch. Nice to see you're still alive." Aberto smiled warmly as he strode into the room, spinning the key around his finger. "I do believe there was something about forever, we need to take care of. I thought it might be awhile before you could tear yourselves apart to come down and take care of that."

His head fell against the pillow. "Damnit. I was just gettin' started, doc. Hey, don't you knock?" Audience or not, he wasn't exactly stopping. "Still alive, better than ever," he mentioned, noting Bronwyn's confusion and stopping, for now, to lay beside her and pull their covers up, at least the ones he could find.

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"You said three days, it's been three days." Aberto stated simply. "..and as said a moment ago, I wasn't sure when you'd get around to doing this. We do have deadlines and I am a busy man, you know."

"Doing what? What are we doing and why aren't we waiting until after breakfast?" He was almost pouting. He looked from Aberto to Bron and back... but her scent, he whimpered a little, not wanting to waste a really solid example.

Donnie looked a little worse for wear, leaning in the doorway with his dark tee shirt but the collar of his calling in place just the same. He was trying to give them peace and privacy, but Aberto had brought him all the way to the door. Bronwyn was one awesome catch, he had to admit and every center of energy of his own being was buzzing to life from their... exuberance. He shook his head and lifted his worn copy of his good book that fell open to the page he needed. "Dearly beloved, etcetera etcetera? Anyone now who thinks you two should not be wed.. no, I didn't think so." He yawned heartily with an apology, scratching some of the sleep from his eyes and folding his hands down in front of him to wait. "Whenever you're ready."

Mitch frowned now. This shit was the... this was the real shit and here he was hard as nails with the family preacher watching over them. His heart sunk a little. "I'm ready, but... now? Right this minute? Aberto, it's 2 a.m. You're not going to make me shave are you?" He looked back to Bron, his hand reassuring her he was definitely ready, just very distracted. "Do we have to get dressed even? I mean... you know... witnessed by God and all... he already knows what we all look like naked, right?" He peeked at Bron under the sheet and the frown vanished with a nod of definite approval. "He must like what he sees, too."

Bronwyn had mostly stayed quiet, still, and confused but she finally knew what was happening and that Mitch was more than willing even though he was distracted. "Aberto brought the preacher.. Oh. I'm terribly sorry. Someone should have told me we only had three days." She smiled and tugged the sheet back from Mitch's hand and poked his side lightly. "I guess that someone was distracted. As long as we really don't have to get dressed, we're ready now." She blushed but then peeked under the covers at Mitch. "Very ready."

Aberto laughed and shook his head, newlywed ferals.. "Shut up and say I do.. if you're sure you do.. and then we can leave you two alone to.. do." He winked at them and motioned for Donnie to keep going and get them all hitched up.

Donnie seemed to be able to do this in his sleep since he nearly was when Aberto queued him up to start. He came off the door frame and went over his list. Family.. check, witness... check, rings... he glanced at the pair and didn't want to know anything else from there. He began again, providing them the courtesy of the condensed version since it appeared the bride was already given away and kissed several hundred times from the look of the room and their appearance, but he wasn't one to judge. Faint blue light energized itself around his own head and heart, the chakras feeding off the honesty, sincerity and essence of love that hung in the air, collecting it and feeding it back through his service. He paused with the question that would seal their fate and waited, using the bed post to hold himself up.

Mitch took a breath, the grin poised gently on his lips as it had been while twirling her fingers in his. "Oh, I do... and did... and will gladly do again. And that again... mm and maybe some more of that, too," he thought out loud now like a kid choosing a flavor of ice cream. He was allover giddy, grinning and holding her close. "Ahem... I do," he said clearly, goosing her.

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She jerked slightly at the goosing and laughed, blushing again and looking almost shyly at Donnie though her eyes were full of life and fire. Bron swatted playfully at Mitch's hand "I don't know..if I can live with someone this happy.." She teased and turned to she nuzzle closely to him. "I do.... Hurry up and pronounce us..."

Aberto reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box, tossing it gently at the happy couple, either one of them would catch it with their quick reflexes or it would land lightly in their lap. The box rattled quietly, inside there were two gold bands, one for each and even in their size. "You can buy her a nice diamond later.. maybe as a leaving the room present."

"Got my phone, I'll order online," Mitch teased, pulling the box from the air and setting it down. He flipped it open to her ring and claim her as his own once more with another kiss.

"I uh.. pronounce you," Donnie shrugged. He should have been used to the unconventional methods but shook his head as the rings appeared afterall and the two started off again. "...wolf and wife. Or... wolf and wolf or... I pronounce you pronounced. You're married." He tried not to watch, but they were so... so!... He could hardly stand it. His eyes were ablaze with energized light as he turned back to the other man. "Can I go? They're making me itch."

"Yes. Go on, just make sure you sign everything though.. and this is a done deal." He nodded to Donnie, letting him go on ahead as he looked back at the couple smiling. "Congratulations, you're stuck with each other. Sign, here." He handed them the paper and a pen. "Just remember later, when you get to know each other, this was your idea.. not mine." He winked and waited for them to hand the signed form back to him, then he'd be on his way and they'd be left alone again for awhile.

Bronwyn scooped up Mitch's ring from the box and took his hand to slip it on his finger while he was kissing her. She couldn't help the happy giggle as she laced her fingers with his. "I love you, you crazy, sexy, furry man!"

His hand felt heavy and strange for that moment but it wore off quickly as she blurted her admission, stunning him into a brief grinning silence. He tried to form words that just wouldn't come out yet and he shook his head, taking the pen to sign with a delicate flourish his mother would be proud of. Dotting the paper emphatically over the Mitchell 'i' he let her sign away her life to him. "Best idea I ever had," he confided finally, curling around her as she signed, waiting. "And I think I'm ready to have more great ideas. Lock the door on your way out, would ya? Thanks." He didn't even look at Aberto, he was so busy drinking in Bronwyn's radiance and the subtle changes in her scent.

The pen flew across the paper, and she realized she would no longer be signing her name as Dunne after this. She was now Mrs. Mitchell, another delighted laugh floated out as she shoved the paper and pen into Aberto's hand. The door was closed and locked a moment later and the newlyweds were alone. Bronwyn laid back on the pillows, reaching to wrap her signing arm around his shoulders. "Hmm maybe I ought to give you one of those shots? Just so you can know how it feels.. how it felt.. and I'll think about letting you have more ideas later?" One smooth silky leg curled along his side as her tongue ran over her lips, encouraging any ideas he might have though she teased him about not allowing them, yet.

"Not that kinda shot I have in mind, but if you're going to kick me or kill me, just let me die.. right here," he said, holding her knee at his side so he could strongly suggest a few more of those ideas as he kissed her softly. "... Missus Mitchell."