A Very Nice Suite, Arms Hotel, Sunday Morning

[whenshewasnice]

Envy was exactly the sort of extra to have had the suite specially decorated by the team in a way that brought the theming of both the ceremony and the party together in a pleasing way, really tying the whole day together when they'd finally retreated back to the hotel.

Not that Envy, at least, had had even half a mind to appreciate it all much at all, last night. The day had been long, much longer than she'd anticipated. Not really in the sense of the hours, although those had also been many, but the...

Well.

Look, turned out getting married, even to your extremely steady significant other after years of engagement, was actually a pretty emotional thing to do. And with everything else that had been packed into the day, including all the off-screen stuff like photos and little interview snippets and God knows what else?

Yeah, she'd passed out hard and fast after getting to the room and getting out of her second dress of the evening. And you know what? Even as she was slowly drifting back awake, she had no regrets.

About any part of it.

[ooc: For the husband and some truly slow SP.]

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[whenshewasnice]

"An audience you love," Envy countered.

[lockestheway]

"I stand corrected," Peter said softly. "An audience I love, and an audience who loves me."

Insane.

[whenshewasnice]

"Correct, Peter," Envy hummed. She shifted a little, to get her lips closer to his ear. "I love you."

[lockestheway]

Peter sighed.

He relaxed further into her arms.

"Insanity," he muttered. "Certifiable."

[whenshewasnice]

"No it's not," Envy replied, swaying him a little. "Never has been."

[lockestheway]

Peter's eyes closed.

He took a moment.

[whenshewasnice]

Envy kept up the gentle sway, nuzzling at his neck.

She hummed something indistinct, then said, "I always followed you for a reason. I always came back for one, too."

[lockestheway]

"Just about the only person in my life who ever chose me for me," Peter murmured, "And not the person they wanted me to be."

[whenshewasnice]

"You weren't ever going to be anyone but you," Envy replied, quietly. "I already learned that in the dorms across town."

[lockestheway]

And what else was there to say?

"I love you," Peter said. "And I get the last laugh, because none of those bozos out there have any idea how genuinely I mean that."

[whenshewasnice]

"And I do," Envy murmured.

[lockestheway]

And Peter-- shifted in his arms. Turned around.

"This is just ours."

[whenshewasnice]

Envy let him move, and just re-settled her arms around his waist once he'd turned.

"I'm just not for everyone," she hummed, on a vague, as-of-yet unfamiliar tune, "I might be just for you."

[lockestheway]

"Is that new?" Peter murmured, tucking his face into her neck.

[whenshewasnice]

"Uh huh," Envy hummed, and pressed a kiss into his hair. "Not ready enough for a pre-wedding concert."

Possibly something for a much smaller market, in general.

[lockestheway]

"Well," Peter said, as he slid his arms around her waist, "I look forward to hearing it when it's done."

[whenshewasnice]

"You'll be the first to hear it," Envy promised, rubbing a light little spiral against his back. Her nose nuzzled into his hair a little more. "Husband."

[lockestheway]

"Thank you," Peter said, "Wife."

He pulled a face.

"Sounds more patriarchal when I do it," he added.

[whenshewasnice]

"No it doesn't," Envy replied, sounding faintly amused. "You don't have that kind of power over me."

A beat.

"Sorry to disappoint."

[lockestheway]

Peter snorted. "Well, I hear it in there," he said. "Blame years of online punditry."

[whenshewasnice]

"Good thing you should have decades to purge that garbage right out of your brain."

[lockestheway]

"I will do my best," Peter murmured. "Imagine trying to exert power over you."

[whenshewasnice]

Envy snorted. "I don't think my imagination reaches that far."

Well, not anymore, anyway. The Gideon thing had been a weird detour in her life.