"Roy, hurry up!" Ed whined from couch. Though he didn't turn around, Roy could imagine the boy's pouting face.

"Just a minute, you're the one who told me to look around for venues, you know…" Roy turned his attention back to the computer screen, which he'd been staring at for the better part of three hours. He heard the blonde shift, and a pillow bounced off his chair. "You know, Ed, you've been throwing pillows a lot lately."

"I wouldn't have to if you would just get over here. Besides, it's much easier than getting up to hit you."

Still scrolling, Roy murmured back, "You know, I'm pretty sure that's considered domestic abuse. Especially since I'm just doing what you asked. I should get some counseling."

Another pillow. Roy grinned to himself. "But we picked out the places we wanted to visit half an hour ago!" Edward insisted. "What are you even doing?"

Oops. Truth be told, Roy wasn't still looking at venues—they had finished that up quite a while ago—but instead was browsing through a catalogue of wedding wear. Specifically, the dress section. Hey, he could dream. He sighed theatrically and made a show of closing the laptop before standing up. "Okay, okay, I'm coming."

Grinning with his victory, Ed raised up just slightly from his horizontal position, barely letting Roy sit down before placing his head in his lap. Part of Roy wanted to tease the boy—but he was just too adorable. "Alright, what movie are we watching?" he asked, leaning over carefully to grab the massive bowl of popcorn from the coffee table.

"Captain America," Edward answered promptly.

"Why?" Roy asked, surprised, a handful of popcorn frozen halfway to his mouth as the boy on his lap grabbed the remote. It wasn't that he had anything against Captain America, but Ed wasn't typically into that kind of thing, claiming it was too fake.

The boy shrugged, his shoulder nudging Roy's thigh. "I dunno, I was kinda in the mood for a superhero movie. I mean, yeah, most of the fight scenes are bullshit…but I can still enjoy it if I want to. As for why Captain America specifically—well, if I'm going to see a superhero, he'd better be in tight pants."

Roy almost choked on his first mouthful of popcorn. "I can't believe what I'm hearing."

"What? He's got a nice ass."

"You're going to make me jealous."

Edward turned briefly, teasing eyes locking onto Roy's while the opening track played in the background. "Don't worry; you've got a much nicer chest than he does."

Satisfied, Roy let his hand wander down, giving Ed's rear a quick squeeze. "And don't you forget it."

Edward walked up and down the hallway aimlessly, waiting for Roy to finish getting ready to go. Even though he'd read it a hundred times (the paper, new last night, was already wrinkled), Ed checked their list: several halls and ballrooms, one club that actually seemed kind of classy, an old estate house, and an arbor. No churches; neither he nor Roy felt like getting married in a church. Or by a priest, for that matter—they were planning on getting a minister that was firmly distanced from that religious crap.

Finally Roy stepped out of their room, spinning his car keys around and around his finger. "Shall we go, then?" The man held out his arm.

Snorting lightly, Edward nevertheless looped his arm with Roy's as they walked out of the house and into the car.

"Where to first?" Ed asked, clicking his seatbelt in place. Roy held his hand out for the list, scanning the addresses briefly before handing it back.

"How about we start with places for the actual wedding first?"

"Sounds good; the reception should be easier anyway, and we can base that off of where the wedding is. Travel time, you know."

Roy pretended to sigh. "So much more complicated than it needs to be. Alright then, in that case we can go to the estate house first—it's closest."

Edward nodded, leaning his head against the window in contemplation. "I still think this place isn't going to fit in with the theme. I mean, the pictures online were gorgeous, don't get me wrong, but it looked a little…old fashioned for something a bit out there like stars, you know?"

"Fair enough," Roy responded. "You want to skip it?"

A moment of thought. "No," Ed decided. "That and the arbor are the only two places that were really for the wedding itself—a hall would work, but I'd like to avoid that if possible. It just seems a little awkward. Who knows, this place might seem perfect when we actually see it."

"Off we go, then."

Edward stepped out of Roy's car, already appraising the estate house before them. The outside actually didn't seem too out of place for the stars theme, maybe a little Victorian, but not dreadful.

Roy walked up behind him and grabbed his hand. "So? What do we think?"

"I think we need to see the inside. You, on the other hand, are hard to speak for—you're probably thinking something about my ass. Maybe how much trouble you'd be in if you pulled something while we're looking around."

"You read my mind."

Ed laughed, pulling Roy up the front stairs. At the door, his trepidation came back, but he grabbed the brass handle and opened it anyway…

"No."

Roy chuckled. "That was quick."

Elbowing the man gently, Edward glanced around once more. "Well, look at it." The front room was, in a way, beautiful; but, now that they were inside, the old-timey feel was painfully obvious, with the lace on the chairs and the carvings on the banisters.

Bouncing their intertwined fingers against his thigh, Roy nodded slowly. "Yeah, you're right. Stars is kind of a light theme, and this place is…heavier."

Edward sighed. "Sucks." He turned, walking right back out the still-open door. "The arbor next, then?"

"Yup."

The arbor made Ed nervous. Of course it was outdoors—it was just trees, after all—and he just didn't know about that. "We're going to get messy somehow, I just know it. Mud, or birds, or something…"

Roy ran his fingers gently through Edward's ponytail. "Don't be such a downer—they have weddings here all the time, so they have to have some way of keeping everyone clean. Let's at least check it out."

The duo walked up a short path to the tiny office building that managed the arbor. Inside, a secretary was seated at his desk—watching some game on the TV just above him.

"C'mon, c'mon—damn it! Ah well, you have to lose sometimes." He turned to them, green eyes bright despite his team's apparent beating. "How can I help you?"

"We're here to ask about hosting a wedding here," Roy explained.

"I'm just full of bad luck today—I was hoping one of you was still single." The secretary winked as Ed held back laughter—something about the man's demeanor was hysterical. "Still, congratulations and all. Wedding and reception, or just one or the other?"

"Thanks, and it'll be just the wedding," Edward answered.

"And do you have anything that's a little more…controlled? My bride here's afraid of getting his dress dirty," Roy interjected.

Ed turned bright red, spinning to smack Roy on the arm. "I swear—!" He was cut off by Roy's hand covering his mouth. Beneath the makeshift gag, Edward continued to grumble.

The secretary watched the tiny spectacle with amusement. "You guys are priceless, best couple I've had in a while. Most people here are so boring. And yeah, we have a gazebo that's got a stone pathway to it, so we can keep you clean."

"Thank you, Mr…?"

"Kevin's fine."

"Thanks, Kevin. Call me Roy—and this little spitfire's Ed. Mind if we check it out?" Roy smiled cheekily as Kevin nodded, chuckling, and walked past them out the door, leading the way. Edward scowled, finally giving in and biting the hand that was still over his mouth.

It worked. "You are in so much trouble later," Ed hissed.

Roy just threw an arm around his shoulders. "I love you too, Ed."

Muttering under his breath, Edward crossed his arms and followed Kevin down the path back to the parking lot. Under two arching trees was a second path he hadn't noticed before, this one a sidewalk of sorts. Much better.

They followed the secretary down the path, Ed swinging his head back and forth to look at the trees on either side. Then a turn, and they hit the gazebo.

The clearing it was in wasn't large, but big enough to accommodate everything as far as he could tell—and the path to the gazebo was nicely paved. The surrounding area was gravel, with flowers planted intermittently. No mess.

"So?" Kevin asked. "How do ya like it?"

Edward walked forward to inspect the gazebo, which was open and decorative, but not overwhelming. "It's nice," he called out absently. "I'm just not sure it fits in with our theme…"

"Which is?"

"Stars."

"You know, Ed," Roy said slowly, walking up behind him. "This might actually work—we could do it just before it gets dark, and light everything up—that would be like stars. With all the decorations and all, and the right time…"

"That would work!" Edward squealed, spinning around in his excitement. "You're a genius!"

"Does that mean you forgive me?"

Ed ignored Roy, instead leaning around him to ask Kevin, "Do you stay open late enough for that?"

"Yup," the secretary answered promptly, rocking on his heels. "Most of our weddings are in the day, but we stay open until 10 at night, so that should give you plenty of time."

Roy pulled Edward a little closer. "How booked up are you?"

"Depends on what your date is," Kevin laughed.

Ed let out a slight giggle as he realized something. "We haven't even set a date yet."

Chuckling as well, Roy looked down at him. "May?"

"Why?"

The man shrugged. "No reason; just that it'll be nice and warm by May, but probably not hot yet. Plus that should give us plenty of time to plan everything else out."

Edward had no objections—it made sense. "When are you free in May, Kevin?"

The secretary pulled a notebook out of his pocket and flipped through it briefly. "Every night except the first, eleventh, and twentieth."

"Sixteenth," Roy murmured. "I like the way it sounds."

A feeling not unlike butterflies rose up in Ed's stomach. He began to bounce on the balls of his feet. "Should we do this?"

Roy grinned, and nodded. "Hey, Kevin—book us for May sixteenth."

"Right-o."

"Hey, Ed," Roy whispered, leaning down to breath in Edward's ear.

"What?" he responded, wrapping his arms around the man's neck.

"We're getting married." And Roy kissed him, Kevin wolf whistling in the background.