[For Chris] Post-ceremony
After a couple of hours of partying with their friends, Lennox felt like the ceremony and reception-thing were probably over and if they weren't, everyone else could keep on partying with them around. After all, newlyweds didn't stay at their receptions all night. They went off and did dirty things in pristine white sheets of the newlywed suite at the nicest hotel in the city, usually. At least, as far as Lennox was concerned, that was what they did. And Mike had given them a gift that kind of lent itself to doing dirty things on pristine white sheets, so even if they were lacking the nice, clean, crisp bedding, they could certainly do the dirty things.
"Rink or home?" Lennox asked with a teasing grin as he caught Chris's hand and tugged him closer, trying to pull him away from the crowd. All the things that Chris had suggested earlier sounded like fun and Lennox wasn't sure where he wanted to start or if he had the patience to wait until they managed to walk all the way to the rink.
"Because, I gotta tell you, baby, I'm getting a little impatient," he teased, squeezing Chris's hand.
"Rink or home?" Lennox asked with a teasing grin as he caught Chris's hand and tugged him closer, trying to pull him away from the crowd. All the things that Chris had suggested earlier sounded like fun and Lennox wasn't sure where he wanted to start or if he had the patience to wait until they managed to walk all the way to the rink.
"Because, I gotta tell you, baby, I'm getting a little impatient," he teased, squeezing Chris's hand.