With the holiday season approaching again, they both have some time off to spend together. Anna is set to work on a movie in the spring, but she doesn't have a major part and won't be required to be away for as long as usual. It seems like finally they will be able to start planning their wedding. They first have to decide on a location. They either want to do New York or Portland, because that's where their families are located. Eventually, it's Skylar that convinces Anna to choose Portland, telling her it will be more private. He wants their wedding to be as conventional as any other couple's might be.
Summers in Maine are lovely, but the winters can be brutally cold. "Do you think this coming summer is too soon?" she asks him. "I don't currently have anything scheduled, and Ground Floor is on summer hiatus. We could even take a long honeymoon."
"That sounds perfect," he replies, "If you think we'll have enough time to arrange everything."
Anna calls her mother, who is thrilled at the prospect of having the wedding at home. "When you come for Christmas," Janice says, "We'll look at different venues. I have the perfect one in mind, but you and Skylar will have to see if it will work for you. Are you planning on having a big wedding?"
"I don't know," Anna replies, "I mean we both know a lot of people because of what we do, but I am thinking that maybe only our closest friends and families should be there."
"I'm just concerned about privacy and security," Janice tells her, "Because you two are so popular right now. We'll have to keep this whole thing top secret, and everyone involved will have to agree to it too. I don't want reporters and crazy people ruining your special day. If you want, I can do most of the arrangements for you, to make it easier."
"Thanks mom," Anna breathes a sigh of relief, knowing that her mother is fully on board with the preparations.
Meryl is also excited, and asks for Janice's phone number so that they can plan things together as well. Brielle calls Skylar at least once a week, nagging him about which celebrities will be invited and asking if she can sit with them at the reception. And Skylar's brothers argue over which one of them will get to be the best man.
Eventually, she and Skylar sit down and write a guest list, keeping it under two hundred people. They figure that some won't be able to attend, being that their celebrity friends all have crazy schedules similar to theirs.
Once dress designers heard of their engagement, she had received many calls from several different ones who offered to make her a custom gown. She plans on taking one of them up on their offer, and starts doing research to see which style she prefers. It's a happy time for the couple, who are finally able to spend consecutive time together for the first time since filming Pitch Perfect 2.
They spend the holidays with their families just like the previous year, only this time they return to Los Angeles for New Year's. In Portland, they find a beautiful estate called French's Point, with a gazebo that they can get married under in full view of the ocean. It's absolutely breathtaking, and Anna and Skylar immediately fall in love with it. There is a wedding coordinator on site as well, who agrees to help them plan the whole event with the utmost confidentiality. They return home with the date set, and some of the arrangements already in place.
Rebel is holding a New Year's party at a hip downtown club, and she invites them. They check beforehand, but Camp hasn't been invited, so they feel safe going. Many of the Pitch Perfect cast is in attendance, and it is great to see everyone again. Skylar was amazed at the number of invitations that he and Anna received for New Year's parties this year, including one from Olivia Wilde and Jason Sudekis, one from Aubrey Plaza, and one from Tom Hanks.
Anna looks stunning as they leave for the party, and Skylar is sure to tell her how attractive she is in her short blue dress and silver heels on the car ride to the club. Once they arrive, they quickly mingle in with Ben, Brittany, Alexis, Utkarsh, Adam, and Hana Mae. Briga is also in attendance, and runs over to greet Skylar and Anna as soon as she spots them in the crowd.
Rebel puts on a great party, and there's dancing, great food, and plenty of alcohol in supply. Skylar is relieved that Ben seems to have gotten over his crush on Anna, and he is back to his old self again.
"Hey! Movie wife!" a male voice calls from across the room, and they turn to see Jake Gyllenhaal coming towards Anna. He sets his drink down and pulls her into a hug, his hands low on her hips. They pull apart and Anna turns to Skylar.
"Jake, this is Skylar, my fiancé," she introduces the two men.
Jake shakes Skylar's hand, "You are one lucky son of a bitch," Jake acknowledges him, before picking Anna up and twirling her around. "Damn girl, you are looking fine tonight. I should have married you for real when I had the chance!"
"I think you're drunk," she teases him as he sets her back down again.
"We could've been so hot together," he says, slurring his words a little as he winks at her. She notices that Skylar has clenched his hands into fists, and she takes a step towards her fiancé, wrapping an arm around his waist.
"Don't worry," she tells Jake, "We've got the hotness covered."
"Damn straight," Adam says, joining in on the conversation. "Did you see that photo of them a few weeks back? I photo shopped Skylar out completely and Anna's underwear too. Daaaamn."
"Are you channeling Bumper or something?" Skylar grits out between his teeth.
"Kidding, kidding," Adam holds up his hands in mock surrender before turning to walk away.
Jake has taken this opportunity to start talking with Anna, and Skylar stands there awkwardly for a moment before a pair of hands covers his eyes from behind. He removes them, turning around to see Briga standing there. "Hey hot stuff," she says, "Having a fun night?"
He glances over at Anna and Jake who are in the middle of a rather animated conversation, "Eh, yeah sure," he replies half-heartedly.
"Wanna dance?" she suggests. He looks again at Anna, and she doesn't even seem to notice him, so he nods in agreement. She leads them out to the dance floor, where Rebel is doing some wild dance moves in the middle of the crowd. Alexis comes up to them and gives Briga a hug, dancing with them a little while before disappearing back into the party. After two songs, Anna realizes that Skylar is no longer standing near her and starts scanning the room in search of him. She spots him with Briga and leaves Jake mid-sentence, marching purposefully in Skylar's direction. She taps Briga on the shoulder and declares, "I'm cutting in," before stepping between her and Skylar.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Skylar says sarcastically, "Did I interrupt your conversation with your movie husband over there?"
"I haven't seen him in a long time," she explains, "We had some catching up to do. I didn't know you were just going to disappear on me."
"What was I supposed to do, just stand there foolishly next to you like your obedient pet dog? Sorry, this is a party. It's supposed to be fun," he snaps back at her, clearly angry.
Even though the music is loud, they are shouting at each other, and a few nearby party guests start staring at them in interest.
"Oh so what, I have to give you all of my undivided attention for you to have fun now? That's not how this is supposed to work!" she exclaims.
"Right, because you're some sort of expert, having been married before in the movies," he doesn't even know why he's so angry with her, he just is.
"You know what!" she shouts back, "I can't even talk to you when you're like this. I hope you have a great night dancing with Briga!"
"I will!" he shouts to her retreating form as she shoves her way through the crowd. She goes to stand by the bar and is quickly rejoined by Jake and Ben, and he continues dancing. He's a good dancer, so plenty of random girls move in to dance with him as soon as Anna is out of sight. She tries to talk more to Jake and a few other friends, but she can't focus on anything. Every now and then, they steal a glance at each other before quickly looking away. He hates that she seems to be so easily talking to the crowd of guys that has formed around her, and she hates that so many women are interested in dancing with him.
On one of her quick glances, she sees a woman run her hand down Skylar's bicep, and she can't take it anymore. She walks back over to him, shoves the woman out of the way, and crashes her lips into his. He's so surprised that she knocks the wind out of him, and he gasps as her hands wrap around his head, anchoring his lips to hers. He picks her up, and she folds her legs around his waist, her very short dress hiking up in the back. Their tongues tangle, fighting for dominance, and they forget that they're standing in the middle of a dance floor with hundreds of people watching them. That is, until the cheering starts.
"Told you they were hot!" Adam exclaims, looking pointedly at Jake as Skylar releases her mouth, leaning his forehead against hers and panting for oxygen.
"Sorry, he's mine," Anna says over her shoulder at the still shocked woman who was groping him only moments ago. "Right?" she asks Skylar.
"I'm yours," he declares immediately, still holding her, his fingers dangerously tracing over the hem of her skirt. "Totally yours," he adds, moving his mouth to her neck.
She releases the vise grip her legs have on his waist, slides down the front of his body, and gives him a quick peck on the lips before turning on her heels to leave. He's standing there slack-jawed as she makes no move to pull down her skirt as she walks away, purposefully swaying her hips.
"Dude!" Adam shouts at Skylar, "Either you run after her, or I will!"
Skylar sprints after her, catching up to her as she nearly reaches the door to the bathroom. He pulls her inside and turns her around, pushing her back against the door with his body as he looks intently at her.
"You are in so much trouble," he tells her, his eyes dark but his voice teasing.
"Oh, am I?" she replies playfully, batting her eyelashes at him.
He leans in even closer, "Do you have any idea what you do to me?" He pushes his hips into hers.
"I have a feeling," she smirks with raised eyebrows.
"I'm still mad at you," he says, his teeth nipping at her earlobe in punishment.
"I'm sorry," she replies, breathless from his ministrations, "What can I do to make it up to you?"
He looks at her then, a gleam of mischief in his eyes as he scans down her body. Her dress is wrinkled and still riding up her thighs, her hair is mussed from their intense make out session, and she looks sexy as hell. "I can think of many things that would not be appropriate for our current location," he finally replies, licking his lips suggestively.
"Well then let's get out of here," she says, tugging on his shirt.
"But it isn't even midnight yet," he protests half-heartedly.
She turns them around so that now it's him who's pinned to the door with her body. She rolls her hips against his and he groans. "Ok, right. Who cares?" he says, grabbing her by the hand and pulling her out of the club. The few people who see them running out yell after them, but neither of them notices. He presses her against the door of his car, kissing her passionately before opening the door for her. And she teases him the whole drive home, her fingers gliding along the inseam of his pants. "I'm going to have an accident and kill us both if you don't stop that," he warns her.
"I hate that guys hit on you all the time," he says.
"I hate that girls hit on you all the time," she echoes.
"It's not my fault that I'm charming and irresistible," he replies teasingly.
"It's not my fault that I'm charming and irresistible, either," she repeats, smiling at him.
"But seriously," he says, "Jake Gyllenhaal, Joe Manganiello? You know there were a ton of rumors going around that you dated them because people noticed the chemistry you have with them. I don't like it."
"I don't like that you dated Camp. That I know for a fact that you slept with her. That it was like your relationship threw up all over Twitter on a daily basis," she tells him.
"Meaning what?" he says, his voice tense.
"Meaning that you were constantly tweeting each other, and going on and on in interviews about how perfect the other was, and it made me sick. It made everyone sick," she adds.
"Oh what? So you're better than me because your relationship with Edgar was so private that almost no one knew about it? It was almost like you were ashamed of him or something," he snaps. He's gone too far, and he knows it when she doesn't say anything for a long while.
"You don't know anything about Edgar. Don't bring him into this," she warns.
"Of course I don't know anything about him, you never talk about him. And I know that he changed you. You were single for a long while after him, and didn't have a relationship with anyone until me. And it isn't because guys weren't interested in you, Anna," he points out.
"I hate that you were with Camp that way," she says quietly. "And I know you hate that I was with Edgar that way too. And I know I don't talk about him. There just isn't much to say. I was really young, and he was famous. He was the first guy that I met who really got me, my unusual sense of humor, my outlook on life, and we just seemed to fit. And then one day we didn't fit anymore. And it hurt me, it really hurt. And since then I've kind of been afraid to love, until you. You're different. We connect in a way I never thought was possible."
"I know," he replies. "Like how we always start singing along to a song on the radio at exactly the same time?"
"Or how we manage to get busy signals on our cell phones because we call each other at the same moment?" she adds.
"Or how we can just look at each other and communicate without ever having to say a word?" he says.
"Or how when we're together, it's electric, like every part of me is completely in tune with you," she states.
"Or how no matter how much time we spend together, I can never seem to get enough of you," he adds, his voice dropping an octave.
They pull into their driveway just then, and he drives the car into the garage, closing the door behind them. The house is dark and he takes her by the hand, leading her through the darkness to the stairs. They enter their bedroom, and she stands in front of him, looking up at him expectantly.
"I never get enough," he whispers, before crashing his lips into hers. Their clothing is quickly shed, and their tongues tangle as his body covers hers, her back making contact with the cool bed sheets as he hovers over her.
"I'm sorry," she breathes into his mouth.
"I'm sorry too," he whispers against the curve of her neck as he begins kissing down her body.
They don't like fighting, but they love making up.
A/N: Stay tuned for the wedding…