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His stomach goes concave and David pretends to be asleep.

"M'sleep."

He smiles.

Richard leans over and blows a raspberry on the concave stomach.

"No yer not."

He giggles and squirms and winces.

"Ow, don't make me move," he whines. "Whaddya want? Arent't we having a stag night tonight or something?"

He pokes Richard in the belly.

"Too much fun last night?"

He kisses David's cheek.

"We have to go get our clothes for tomorrow. There won't be time later."

He nods, smiles, and shifts slightly to tug Richard into his arms. "Richard? I got them delivered to the House. They close at five-thirty."

He returns the kiss. "Didn't I say that?

"Anyway: there's no such thing as too much fun."

"Oh, that's good then."

He relaxes back.

"How's Loki? Is he coming tonight?"

He shrugs. "If he turns up, he turns up."

He smiles, and kisses Richard's cheek. "You nervous?"

Richard buries his face in his hands.

ohmyGodI'veneverbeensonervousinallmylife.

He cuddles into Richard, strokes his hip.

"You're going to be just fine, Richard."

I hope so. I can't fuck this up.

He cuddles in.

"Charlie helped me this morning."

A kiss in Richard's hair.

And you won't.

"What did he help you with, darling?"

"Amadeo just told me last night that we're writing our own vows. Charlie got Bartleby's Bible down and helped me put a bit of something together."

He rests against David's side.

"He's good at that sort of thing."

He snorts. "He only told you last night? Some bride-to-be he is!"

He shakes his head and snuggles into Richard.

"Have you gotten much written?"

"Aye! And he'd told me weeks ago that I'd be told what to say, so imagine my surprise last night."

Jeremy comes by with a cup of cocoa, and Richard takes it and thanks him for it.

"I've got a beginning, and an ending. Just need to do the middle."

"You know what you can do in the middle? Say nothing. Or... speak only to him. Nobody needs to hear you say the words so long as he can."

Richard smiles softly.

You know me too well, David.

He kisses Richard softly, turning him around to his embrace.

"I know."

Richard hugs him tight.

"Party starts soon"

"Yes," he says with a smile. "I'm sure Amadeo'll be in anytime soon."

He chuckles.

"We must be the first couple to do a stag night together."

He nods. "You know, I don't doubt it? You do pretty much everything else together anyway."

"We really do, don't we?"

He smiles.

"I like that. Except that we're staying in separate rooms tonight. Apparently tradition demands that."

He strokes Richard's hair and smiles.

"He won't be 'had' on the night before the wedding. And I'm sure you'll not see him in his dress before he turns up, either."

A grin.

"Yeah, although I'm not so sure why that matters since neither of us is a virgin any longer."

He looks up at David.

"Do you really think he's going to wear a dress?"

He smirks.

"Of course not. He has more sense than that."