You are now Dave Strider and there is just something you don't like about wedding receptions. You had only been to a few weddings in your whole life, and your own was no different.
You were expected to dance with your mom, and since you didn't have one of those, you danced with your aunt Roxy. You were told stories about how much of a wonderful dancer she was when sober, however, after an hour of no drinking, she had gotten plastered on the car ride here.
You could have danced with your sober aunt Jane, yes, however, she had two left feet and would probably end up breaking both of your before the night was over. As soon as it was over, you were off the dance floor and it was Karkat's turn.
You learned some years ago that Karkat's mother's name was Porrim and as graceful as the woman was, she had a bit of a biker babe personality. You now knew exactly where Karkat got his rebel personality from. As expected, the music the duo had picked out had been by some heavy metal band you didn't much care for.
Once there dance was over, You were back up, expected to dance with your new husband. Well, Gog, could they give you a break for once? Standing, you met Karkat in the middle of the dance floor, his arms finding their way around your neck, yours going on either of his hips.
You two swayed in time to one of the crappiest love songs you ever heard. The only reason you chose it was because you used to sit outside Karkat's door on nights when he wanted to be alone, singing it to him. It was also the only song you knew on the guitar at the time.
Eleanor Rigby sounded throughout the wedding hall, Karkat's eyes never leaving your own. Out of habit, the moment the music ended you kissed his cheek lightly, only to get a full out lip kiss from him. You try to hide your blush as you get your ass off of the dance floor.
The rest of the night goes pretty much as planned, you dance with your family, new and old, you talk with some relatives and friends. The whole cake cutting thing goes off without a hitch until Karkat decided it would be funny so get the cake in your hair.
"I'm gonna go wash this out." You laugh, heading off the bathroom. For some reason, Karkat runs ahead of you, Gamzee, Tavros, and Kurloz close behind him.
You shrug as they head outside and head off to the bathroom. For the rest of the night, you can't find your new husband. When the wedding is over, you help your parents pick up a bit, before they begin shooing you away, saying you should find Karkat. You had a honeymoon to go on after all.
You shrug off their oddly calm behavior and go off to find the boy. You walk past the coat closet when you are pulled inside.
"What the actu-Karkat?" You flip the lights on and almost fall over from the sudden lack of blood flow to the head on your shoulders.
There was Karkat in a see through white silk tank top and a bright red thong, a cute little bow ontop of his head.
Man, your favorite colors.
"Hey." His voice is low and lust filled.
"Hey."
"How's about we get the honey moon started a little early?" He grabs the color of your shirt and pulls you close enough that he can nip your neck.
Scratch that, you love wedding receptions.