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     Boss laughed heartily as Cherry smack a slice of cake into Indie's face. He had daintily left a dot of frosting on the end of her nose and she decided to return fire. Though the groom was taken aback by this assault, he quickly recovered by insisting upon a kiss. Cherry gave a shrieked as he kiss her with a face full of frosting. Now, both the pair fashioned cake frosting on their face. Their laughter was joined by their friends and family who sat close by in the reception hall.

Rigs, sitting on one side of Boss, remarked, "I hope that's how those two deal with problems."

"I think their local baker would refuse to business with them at some point," teased Boss.

The two men laughed and took another drink. Boss watched as Cherry gently whipped the frosting from Indie's face. When their eyes met, the two practically glowed. One was thick-headed and the other stubborn, yet they were well suited for each other. Boss was thankful that they had found happiness in one another.

Plopping down next to Boss at the table, a woman said, "Sorry I took so long, some poor girl has mistakenly wandered into this reception hall and gotten herself turned around. I found her trying to explain her predicament to Indie's brother. He look about ready to cry too with how much she'd been wailing."

"You didn't eat her, did you?" Rigs asked, giving her a wink.

"Ha, ha, why don't you come over for dinner sometime," she shot back with a smirk. "I got her to her parents fine, but then they wanted to shower me with thanks and it took so long to pry away."

Looking over at Cherry and Indie, she said with a happy sigh, "I'd glad he got over his fear and finally asked her. I knew she'd say yes."

"Funny that he was able to face you, but was scared to death of Cherry," remarked Boss.

"Guess I should have stepped up my game and maybe Indie would have asked her sooner," she replied, taking a sip of Boss' drink. "If I step up my game with you, will you ask me to marry you?"

"Ew, you two, get a room," Rigs scrunched up his in mock disgust.

"You're married and have kids, Rigs, I don't want to hear your chin music about us being disgusting. I can only--" Boss covered her mouth and rolled his eyes.

"Will you two just enjoy the wedding? I feel like I brought my niece and nephew to this reception, not my best friend and my girlfriend."

"I think your the girlfriend," she whisper-shouted to Rigs.

The two trouble makers erupted into laughter and high-fived. Boss shook his head and gave a light chuckle as well. The group chatted for a little longer before food was announced. The women commented that she was going to out-smart the crowd and go for the dessert table. They all got a kick out of the idea and split ways to the food they wanted. With her away, Rigs spoke freely and subject not fit for her ears.

"So, when are you going to ask Marie to marry you?" asked Rigs, grinning ear to ear. "If that wasn't a big hint, I don't know what is."

"I'm still working on the plan. I'm already the last of our crew to get hitched, so I don't need to rush now."

"Who would have though Indie would beat you to it? You're going to be the old maid of the group."

Boss threatened Rigs with a butter knife, though the two couldn't help laughing at the pathetic threat. As they grabbed their grub, the thought did shuffle around Boss' mind more than usual. He felt he was putting it off worse than Indie had and he'd gone through worse than him. So much time had past and yet here he stood without a ring on his finger or a plan to get one put on it. Every time he'd work up the ambition to ask, something would come up. Usually in the form of a job, though more commonly he'd second guess himself and bail. Maybe, knowing that Marie wouldn't leave him and choose someone else, there wasn't that pressure to latch on. With this sort of rational running through his mind, he was back at batting the idea around in his head and getting nowhere.

It wasn't until three in the morning that the wedding ended. The guest were sent away after helping take down wedding props and given extra slices of cake for assisting. Everyone gave fond farewell, promising to see each other again in a month or so. Though, none of them were really sure how soon it would be, so they kept in open should it end up being years later.

  Boss was only, in his opinion, a little intoxicated before they left to return back to their place. Marie opted to drive them home, fatigue hadn't hit her as hard as it had hit him. The drive was silent as Boss half dozed in the seat next to her. When they arrived home, Marie began to haul him out of the vehicle when he sprung to life and was ready to fight.

"I'm not going to eat you, calm down," Marie said, grabbing his nose and wiggling it.

"Sorry, that fight or flight is practically bred into me," he said with a light laugh.

The two walked into their apartment, trying to be as silent as possible, though couldn't help and giggle like a couple of rotten kids. The two finally calmed down once they sat on the couch. Boss laid his head back and could feel the effects of the alcohol start. His whole body felt twice as heavy.

  Marie snuggled up to him, unable to resist him in a weaker state. She brushed her lips over his neck and started to slip her hand under his layers. The suit was a formidable barrier, though she was also a formidable force. Once one of her cools hands made contact with his warm sides, Boss' eyes opened and he gave a sleepy sigh.

"Thought you could take advantage of me, did you?" he asked with a yawn. "You devious creature."

"Even sober you couldn't stop me," she purred. Giving his chin a kiss, she added, "Not that you would anyways."

With a surge of energy, Boss scooped her up, "Why don't we move this to somewhere more comfortable? The couch always makes me sore in the morning."

Marie gripped his shoulders and gave a delighted laugh. Boss carried her to the bed room and plopped her down. His mind a bit foggy, he accidentally fell with her and fell across her legs. However, he used the situation to his advantage and started kissing her legs. While he was doing that, Marie carefully began taking off some of his layers. The jacket was tossed on a chair along with his tie. She stretched her hands down to remove his shoes. As Boss worked up and down her calves and thighs, the waistcoat was being untied and unbutton.

Boss sat up and looked down at his clothes, surprised to see them gone. With his chest now exposed, she began to undo the buttons of his shirt. As he tried to work at the top button, she made quick work of the lower ones and met him at the top. He moved his hands out of the way and let her finish, then he took her hands in his hand. He pulled her forward and kissed her forehead. She was confused a moment until she felt his hand along her back. It took some extra effort to get his fingers to grab the zipper and then to get the dress to cooperate in the unzipping process.

"You do know I morph, right?' she asked with a smirk.

"What fun is that?" he replied.

She melted out of her dress and shoved it onto the ground. When Marie manifested again, she was in her featureless form. All the curves in all the right places without all the other extra and unnecessary details. Boss adjust accordingly, though somewhat sloppy, so he could get to all the places he wanted.

  He ran his lips up her stomach and up her chest, daring to go where no man had gone before. Marie giggled with delight, enjoying herself as usual. He nuzzled her breast, giving them a light kiss on the side. Her velvet skin rubbed against his rough face and she never protested the feeling. With a zing of excitement, he began to kiss her all over her body. Each finger received a kiss, her ears, her hips, her ribs, anywhere she permitted. He understood the limitations she had put on their playing, mainly to keep her from getting carried away, but sometimes he wished ever night could be like this.

The though of proposing hit him like a hornet sting and he internally cringed. Just. Ask. Her. His mind jabbed at him. Boss buried his face in the side of Marie's neck and a let out a frustrated heavy sigh.

"Everything okay?" Marie asked. "You shouldn't be this tense."

"Just hit with a painful reminder. I'll deal with it eventually," he replied.

Light kisses were spread around her neck like pearl beads. Her hands rubbed up and down his sides like she was playing a harp. Just as Boss was fighting a silent battle, so she fought with herself. Her battle, however, ended with the fear the loser and not the equal power. Marie had run far more scenarios than Boss had and was finally ready to see if any of them would come to fruition.

"Will you marry me?" Marie asked casually.

Boss paused and pulled back from kissing her neck. His face was flush and he panted. Fairly calm, she stared up at him waiting for an answer. Boss felt a stab to his pride to have Marie be the one asking. All this time and he didn't have the gonads to propose himself. As if by an epiphany, he realized that's how it had been all along. She took action and he followed suit or countered, never really giving him much time to do so himself. The fact that she had waited so long was probably more impressive than it was depressive of him not asking.

With Boss staring at her with a blank expression for so long, Marie began to worry, "Is it too soon? Do you want to wait a little longer?"

Leaning down, Boss held her face and kissed her. Marie felt a flush of emotions and enjoyed the thrill of the moment. However, the kiss gave her the fear of it being a farewell embrace. If so, she pulled him into her and gave him a squeeze to make the moment last a little longer.

"Of course I will marry you," he said quietly, "What took you so long to ask?"