Days turn into weeks. Weeks turn into months. Months turn into years. Had someone told me in those first days that, years later, I'd be getting married, I'd never had believed them. Me, married? Sora, the famous sex god? The Adonis to the upperclassmen? It was shock enough falling in love and lasting more than two months. Three years? Really? If anyone had told me that, I'd never believe them. It's more improbable than anything I've heard of.

I finished my entry for the night and closed my laptop. Had time really moved that quickly? I leaned back in my desk, contemplating the very idea of marriage. It's scary. But something I'm ready to do. To do with him.

I stood up and stretched, cracking my shoulders into place. Then my neck, popping all the cracks out.

"You really shouldn't do that."

I turned and flashed Riku a smile. "I guess you'll have to get used to it."

He rolled his eyes and nodded for me to come over. "Mom and pop sent me an email. The orchard is ours if we want it for the… the big day."

I laughed, kissing him lightly. "Still can't say wedding?"

"You know this is a big thing, right?" Like me, Riku was somewhat of an Adonis. It made no sense to a lot of people that we even got together, let alone marriage. "The word is hard to say when you're talking about yourself."

"Marriage, marriage, marriage, marriage, marriage." I smirked, proving him wrong. Again, he rolled his eyes and closed his laptop and laid down, pulling me with him. "I love you."

He smiled. "I love you to, Sorbear." He said, rubbing my cheek delicately, his fingers curling around my hair. "I wouldn't have this any other way."

Red hot heat rushed up my face. "Neither would I. Mind you… I'd like if you were less attractive. Then I would get more jobs than you, because I'm better." I smiled, compensating for the blush.

"And I wish you weren't a model. I preferred not having money. Not that you make as much as me." He smirked. Friendly banter was something we introduced early into our relationship; we're both models and it takes most of the competitive edge off. Most. "Your prints from the Wonderland shoot came in."

"AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME?" My eyes widened. The shoot was a couple weeks ago and it was a big one. There were some pretty, uh, sensitive shots in there too… He handed me the envelope from the bedside table and I shredded the top of it. Together we flipped through the stills, noting which were good, which were bad, who goofed the shot. You know, common model things to do.

Then we got to the compromising shot.

As the Mad Hatter, it was my duty to make Alice feel comfortable. Maybe I went a little further than necessary…

"You're not kissing her, are you?" Riku said, unable to keep the accusing tone off his deep voice.

I glanced at the ceiling. "No. Just very, very nearly." I had taken the girl, a newbie conveniently enough, and dropped her into a dip and dropped my face an inch from hers. If either of us wanted to, it would be damn well near effortless to close that gap. Alas.

Riku and I have an understanding: doesn't matter who we're working with or what the concept is, no sexual activity of any sort. It gets in the way, but it's fun to test each other's limits and see just exactly how close we can get to kissing, groping, grinding another, even more sexual in some shoots. It's all fun and games until someone gets hurt.

He nodded and took the shots from me. "No matter the case, you are mine, and mine alone."