The "Wedding Dress" Meme

In the past, weddings and marriages were simply business contracts to bind family and property together. Though that remains in some cultures, weddings in the modern day tend to be a time of joy, commitment, and looking forward to the future. That is, of course, if you're the one getting married to the person you love. But what if that person is getting married, and you're the one on the outside looking in? Maybe they left you, maybe you didn't know a good thing until it was gone, or perhaps they were forced into marrying someone else.

That decision is made, and the only one that remains is this: what will you do?

HOW TO PLAY
- Comment with your character and preferences. State whether or not you want your character being the one married or the one crashing the wedding - the default state, and for best results, is characters being able to do both.
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PROMPTS
1. Can't Believe What's Going On: You've just been told the "happy" news. How do you respond?
2. Screamin' Out of Control: There's still time before the wedding day. You could still talk them out of all this foolishness! You're the one they should be with!
3. Is It too Late?: Uh oh, it's the end of the line! You have to get to the church and crash this wedding.
4. Hurt the One I've Cared For: You were hesitant about trying to interfere, but then you heard the person your love is marrying has hurt them in some way.
5. I Was Never Perfect: You weren't exactly good to your ex-lover, and now you're willing to change. Too bad you picked this day to tell them that...
6. Making You Uncomfortable: This isn't a marriage of love, it's an arranged marriage! That stings even more, and you're determined to set things right.
7. Claimed Everything Was Okay: Right before the wedding, you're trying to get him/her to call it off, but they seem hesitant, even with the past history between you. They really love their spouse to be...or there's something else...
8. Gotta Keep My Cool, Be Calm: Okay, just barging in isn't the right thing to do. You have to find some way to get this wedding derailed, whether it be calling in an anonymous bomb threat, raising your army, or ordering party clowns.
9. No, No, No: There's nothing else to do but crash this in front of everyone the old fashioned way. I OBJECT!
10. I Know We're Done: It's your wedding being interrupted by a familiar face! Are you angry? Hurt? Happy?
11. Cause You Should Be My Lady: You're one of those people of dubious morals, so when in doubt, kidnap the object of your affection so they can't get married! Great plan!
12. Take My Hand: Or, on the other, more ethical side, they've come along with you and the two of you are going to start a life away from all of this.
13. I'd Never Let It Go: You may not even love this person or your love may not yet be clear, but one thing's for certain, and that's that you don't want to share or give them up.
14. Life Carries On: You've decided to let the wedding go on and live with your regrets.
15. WILDCARD

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Really, it should be terrifying as all get out that he hogtied the groomsmen, but the spy in Annie really just found it a little endearing that he thought of all avenues of escape and planned ahead for any intrusions and possible interruptions before approaching her. Honestly, he's at the top of his game and he should feel good about it. Way to go, FDR, Annie's impressed.

"I'm actually kind of digging the cake idea now that you've put it in my head," she admitted as she stood and smoothed the skirt of her dress over her hips and smoothed the shoulders down over her upper arms. Giving him a smile and a wink, she looked around the room, deciding that the bouquet could stay, but she was going to need the little handbag that she was saving for her reception. It had her ID in it and if they were leaving town, well. It'd come in handy.

Once she was all settled and she'd made sure the hallway outside the room was clear, she nodded at him. "I'm guessing you secured a ride out of here and Tuck knows this was your plan all along?" Wait. "What if I hadn't said yes?"

They were in his way when he approached the groom to begin with. All with the high-fives and excited chatter. Two of them were blocking the exit as well with their usher duties. He was hoping the win her back and he knew that a quick exit would be needed for this. You needed a plan and he had a minor one. It wasn't too well thought out, but it had some depth. It was a plan he devised in his head on the way to the wedding. Tuck could tell he was doing his worst and only agreed to cover their exit if she said yes. He wasn't going to be a party to it if FDR tried to black bag her to get a moment alone to talk to her. Those were his rules. Black bagging her killed the mood anyways.

"I will buy cake from the first grocery store we see on the way. You can count on that." He did take notice of how good she looked in her dress. It was gorgeous on her. His emotional reaction was a little delayed by his desperation, but she looked amazing. He hoped that on their cake day she'd look just as good. All he had to do was stare at her as she fluttered around to get things ready. Really all she had to do was retrieve the small handbag and check the hallway. Still she looked amazing.

Tuck is well aware of FDR and his ambition. He almost didn't believe this would even work. He proved him wrong obviously. "Tuck said he'd help if I didn't try to black bag you. He had a point." It'd be a bit much. "I would be riding off into the sunset with Tuck most likely. Then he'd drop me at the corner and go home to Katie. The usual." He smiled and pulled her out into the hallway. "You look sexy as hell in that dress by the way." He clicked his tongue and tugged her off toward the front entrance.

"Don't get too attached to it. I plan on burning it as soon as I get a chance."

The last thing she wanted to do was stay in the dress she was going to get married in, but knowing FDR, he'd get satisfaction from bending her over in it first. Something about conquering heroes or whatever it was that drove him nowadays; also the way he was looking her over was a clear indication that it was the way his mind was going and, despite his prayer to deities above, Annie wanted to make sure they were out of the church before he did it.

Once outside, she looked over the decorated limousine, then over at her rescuer. "I'm hoping you have a better escape plan than the Town Car." In fact, she was sure he had a better escape plan because, despite not quite thinking through the whole 'black bag' idea, she knew he had to have something waiting outside the church in case someone followed. Right? Don't let her down now.

"What a pity." He's already clocking how much time has to keep her in it. Long enough for him to have his way with her in it. She could do whatever she wanted with it after that. Maybe there was a small (big) part of him that wanted to have her in that situation because of what the dress meant. He was only human. It would probably be one of the hotter moments in his life. You can't blame a man for having a fantasy like that one. Plus it's been a while okay? She could be wearing a nun outfit and FDR would still be eyeing her up like that. It's hard to keep this under control for this long.

FDR reached into his suit jacket and retrieved and tiny walkie talkie. He winked at her and pressed a button. "Tuck, will you please ask our ride swing by and pick us up. I'll see ya in a few weeks, handsome." There was some static, but that was cut short by Tuck telling him they were on their way. He called FDR good looking and told him to have a good time. This is all actually very small in FDR's head. This required minimal planning and a few phone calls on the ride over here. Of course he could just take Tuck's car, but where's the fun in that? Plus Katie told him he wasn't allowed to touch it.

He turned to Annie and smiled briefly. "I'd cover your ears. It's gonna get loud." As if on cue the sounds of a helicopter can be heard. It's small in the distance, but as the sounds gets louder the chopper gets larger. It's coming right for them. It doesn't hesitate to set itself down right on the lawn of the church. "Is this too much? Nah. Nevermind. Come on. We should probably go. Your sister's gonna kill me!" He's already hustling her to the chopper that's landed.

Does he know how ridiculous he is? Does he? He's right about one thing, though - Danielle is going to kill him. In fact, at the sound of the chopper, the church doors have opened and her sister is leading the pack of people wondering what the hell is going on. And once she sees her baby sister in white heading for the chopper with FDR tugging her along? She absolutely loses it.

There might have been yelling, but Annie couldn't hear it over the fluttering of her dress as she hurried under the blades of the helicopter. She climbed in with some help and, as they lifted off, she had the audacity - probably on loan from FDR himself - to actually wave at her sister. Her regret was fading fast and she turned to the man responsible with a grin.

"A few weeks? What exactly do you think we're going to be doing for the next few weeks?" Actually, she has a pretty good idea, but with the look in his eyes as he'd looked her up and down? She'd kind of like to hear it. The idea that he'd actually been celibate while they'd been apart is a really big turn on and maybe, just maybe, she thinks she won't burn the dress just yet.

FDR is fully and completely aware of how ridiculous he is. He's always been a big scale kind of guy. Tuck is more low key and FDR does things in big batches. That's just the type of guy he is. The fact that he was borrowing a chopper from a contact would not go unnoticed by Collins. She could kick his ass up and down the floor when he got back to work. This was his vacation. He had worked nonstop since him and Annie broke up. He did op after op in hopes that he'd find some sort of way to fill the void with work. It never took hold and all it did was put him in harms way multiple times.

Yeah. He called it. It's no secret that families tend to take longer to warm up to FDR's charms. He's got a big mouth and a lot of game that's sometimes seen through by women of Annie and Danielle's character. He's a little scared of the woman. Lauren's sister had scared him as well, but for different reasons. Danielle is different and from day one she's protective of Annie against him. It makes FDR just a little bit hesitant to do anything that could potentially upset the woman.

"Ah." FDR leaned over once the chopper was up in the air. He smiled wide and nodded slowly. "I'm hoping a lot of makeup sex. It's been a long time, Ms. Walker. I've sure missed you." He winked quickly before turning his head to glance at the pilots once. "I'm sure hoping I can get you to keep that dress on until we get to my place. Plane doesn't leave until tonight."

Annie looked at the pilots before she leaned even closer. There was something about the whole being snatched from her wedding in a helicopter that did funny things to her insides. His telling her he loved her, the whole cake eating thing, the look on her sister's face... it all added up to more emotion than she'd seen in a long time. The pencil pusher just didn't have it.

"I had no idea that wedding dresses were a kink you had," she said to him with a wink of her own. "Since I can't take it off mid-flight, I'll have it on at least until we're at your place." She was guessing that's where they were going since, well, her place was where her sister was going to look first. Then his. At least his was more enforced, what with security and all.

Again with the rumors, some of which Annie was looking forward to clearing up, but she'd she'd heard that he'd been working a lot. That some of the work he'd been doing hadn't exactly been on the safe side - as if what they did was ever safe - but still. She was glad he'd come for her.

"You say kink--I say healthy curiosity." Because he wasn't even sure he had this before he saw her in this thing. If you accused Franklin Foster of thinking of a woman in a wedding dress you'd be nuts. You'd get yourself a nice right hook because it just wasn't the case most of the time. Wedding and FDR didn't go hand in hand. They were opposite ends of the spectrum. Anyone could see that. He was Captain Hornypants and not Captain Romantic. That's what weddings were right? They were romantic evenings that left you just feeling magical or something. That wedding dress on Annie just left him feeling horny. Still the idea of her wearing one on their dad was absolutely enticing. He liked the way it sounded in his head.

He smiled for a moment. The wedding dress was gonna stay for a little bit at least. He'd be prepared for Danielle. Sorta. He had locks and a security system installed by the agency. He was also fully prepared to ignore Danielle until things could calm down. If Annie wanted him to talk to her sooner than so be it. He would do as she asked because she was important to him. He would take his Danielle beatings if she needed him to do it sooner.

FDR leaned over to whisper in her ear over the sounds of the chopper. "I really hope that fabric has some give because I'm gonna rip it off later. I just thought you should know." He dropped his hand on her thigh and gave it a squeeze. He smiled and fell quiet for the ride. His hand however did not stay stationary and it did in fact find it's way under the dress to her thighs. You cannot blame a man for being grabby when she looks like that can you? Nope. It also doesn't excuse that he's already slid a finger inside of her by the time they touch down on his front lawn.

For the moment, Annie was fully prepared to ignore her sister, too. She was fully prepared to face the consequences of her actions... in several weeks, by FDR's statements. She wanted this first, all the intrigue and excitement and really, she wanted to see him put his leg behind his head. Also, she wanted to see how he'd changed.

She'd never stopped loving him; he wasn't the only one that had thrown himself into work after their breakup and from that had come the relationship that everyone had wanted for her - the safe, strong, sturdy man. The one who would take care of her without taking into account that she could take care of herself, too. FDR was all of those things while being reckless and understanding that she was reckless, too. That she enjoyed the adventure, the thrill, the fun. He'd always understood her in ways that her supposed love of her life hadn't. It hadn't ever felt real.

Running away from the church, getting into a helicopter and hearing him promise dirty things? That was real. Feeling him slide a hand under her dress? That was real. The gasp she gave, the way her eyes closed as she rocked forward onto his hand as he stroked her? Oh, yes. Very real.

She's heady with lust by the time they land and this time she was the one that pulled him forward. Inside? She pulled him against the wall, feeling it against her back. Solid, sturdy - just like him. She didn't give a damn about the dress, but he wanted to do her in it, she would let him, right there against the wall.

FDR doesn't know the first thing about wedding dresses or how they really work. He's not aware of the ins and outs of the thing. He doesn't know if it has straps and buckles, but sometimes he wonders if they do. They look complex and foreign. They're a symbol of something he's been running from his whole life, but he's not scared anymore. They no longer bring fear to his heart or make his stomach do flip flops. Doing Annie in one was almost a sign of his growth, but it's probably best if they don't hold it to that standard. He's not even sure how much movement is possible in that thing. Not that he expects a lot, but still. He's also still anticipating how it'll feel to rip it open later. Way too excited for it actually.

She's a capable girl and Franklin never forgets that. She's smart and strong. She knows what she wants almost a hundred percent of the time. Sometimes she takes once for the team. She's everything you could want in a woman and then some. He's not at all surprised when she pulls him into his house once he gets it unlocked. The chopper is already gone and now it's just them. No more flashy exits and tranq guns. Just Annie and FDR. It's the one on one action that killed him sometimes. Intimacy, but he was better at that now. He adapted because he had to and because he wanted to.

"Whoa there, gorgeous. Did I get you all anxious?" He's well aware of what his hand was doing under the dress previously. He was already undoing his belt and pulling his erection free. Romantic was nice in this department, but sometimes a few times it not traditional places was good. His arms have already take to bunching up the dress slowly. His gaze doesn't leave her as he finally gets under the dress. FDR lifted Annie up finally and pressed her against the wall tighter. Some maneuvering and shoving panties (and other fluffy materials) aside were all it took for him for him to be inside of her. For a moment he didn't move. He just studied her face. When it seemed like it had been an eternity he rocked forward against her. Breathing her name.

It'd been way too long since someone had touched her right and in the short time that he'd touched her on the helicopter, he'd managed to touch her just right. More than right. Anxious was one word for it, but he'd always know how to make her hot and ready and just because she was still dressed for a wedding to another man didn't mean that she wasn't ready for this man.

The fact that he keeps his eyes on her the whole time he's working through the dress does things to her that wouldn't work with anyone else. Anyone else would be too arrogant or too smug, but FDR has always been just himself. Later, she'll tell him he doesn't have to actually rip it - there's a zipper - but for now, she'll simply catch her breath as he slides inside her.

So ready.

She bites the corner of her lower lip, concentrating on just how he fits and then he moves and she makes her first sound; it's a quiet sound, a soft whimper before she opens her eyes and looks at him again, just as he says her name. "Yes," she murmurs back, "Yes."

Everything about the breakup was FDR's fault. He took full responsibility and that was growth. Most of the time FDR found that the blame laid elsewhere. Lauren had taught him a lot, but it still wasn't enough to be with Annie. Everything he learned wasn't enough for an adult relationship that go around. He had lived for himself far too long for him to know how to live for another person right off the bat. It took some time and energy. This would be different though because he was certain he could be different. He was certain he could be the better guy for Annie because he desperately wanted to. He couldn't promise no more mistakes, but he could try to fix the majority of them when they happened.

At the risk of sounding sappy and poetic this was exactly where he wanted to be. This is where he felt like the best version of himself. Not specifically buried inside of her (though that did help), but close to her. Within her general proximity. It felt right to be back in her arms again. He shuddered to think what would have happened if she turned him down and chose the pencil pusher over him. Before he hadn't thought much of it because his ego wouldn't allow that kind of loss to hit him. His ego wouldn't let him think for a second that she might not choose him. But thinking back now it hurt just to think about her saying no and telling him goodbye for good. She didn't need to know that though. Not yet anyways.

He was already wound up from the helicopter ride. Maybe not like her, but he was feeling it. His toes curled in his dress shoes are he struggled to get leverage from this position. He could do it though. He kissed her softly and moved his lips to her neck. His teeth nipped at her earlobe gently, "Fuck. I missed you, Annie." It came out broken and full of want. He had her, but he still wanted so much more. They had time though. Lots of time. "Fu--" He didn't even finish the word. His grip just tightened and picked up his pace. God she felt good.

By just being at the church, by just appearing in the dressing room, he'd actually done more for their relationship than he knew. He'd made the first step and she'd actually been lost as soon as she'd turned around and seen him standing there. There was something about a man that came to rescue you from your own wedding that had appeal, especially when it was the one man that you'd truly loved in your life.

There was just no way she would have said no to him.

Annie's head fell to the side, then her forehead dropped to his shoulder as his lips found her neck. She gave a soft hiss when he nipped at her earlobe, then smiled a little because he knew just what to do to move her body in the right direction. The ache in his voice was echoed in her own when she whispered his name back to him, struggling to rock her hips back against him. Anything to feel him deeper inside her body, to know that she was his again. She wanted nothing more than to be his.

Lifting her head when he pushed into her harder, Annie bit her lip, then kissed him to stifle any wayward sounds, her body already clenching tight around his as her fingers curled into his shoulders for balance.

There was still a small part of FDR that worried that maybe he did ruin her life with this. He may have ruined her wedding, but this was her future. He felt like he had changed and he could see a different, but was it enough? Would it be enough? Would it even be fair? The idea that he wasn't perfect for her made his head spin and he didn't like to think about how he might let her down. He could try to fix it, but it still scared him that he might still be worse. He was a lot more fun than the pencil pusher, but he was significantly less functional than the guy.

He couldn't think about any of that though because she was naked and she felt amazing. There would be no time for thinking about stuff like that. The next couple of weeks would be about growth. He needed to show her he had grown. There would also be a lot of makeup sex because it was an island runaway. Getaway sounded dumb because this was a legitimate runaway. They were running away from things. Mostly her wedding. He was just tagging along or whisking her off. Depending on how you looked at it.

FDR pulled her away from the wall, but he didn't go far. Instead he slammed her back against it and a white hot bolt shot through him. Fuck that felt amazing. One hand moved away from her thighs and went to cup her cheek. His lips moved away from her neck and back up to her own lips. He kissed her hard and threaded his fingers into her hair. He bit on her lower lip and then let out a groan. He was really close.

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His extra enthusiasm was rewarded with a sharp cry of, 'oh yes!' and Annie gripped his shoulder harder as she hooked her leg up on his hip - or tried to. The fucking dress kept getting in the way, but it didn't matter because he was firmly planted between her legs... right where she liked him.

Another hard thrust, combined with his fingers in her hair and the kiss? Annie knew it wasn't going to take long before he pushed her over the edge. That groan...

"Oh, God," she moaned, just as he pushed into her again and that was it. The sex had always been amazing and this was no different; and yes, maybe it had something to do with the fact that he'd just done her against the wall in her wedding dress. Not their dress, no. Not the dress she'd imagined marrying him in ages ago, but the boring, fluffy, white thing that went perfectly with the boring, fluffy, white guy she'd almost married.

When she came, it was just as spectacular as she remembered and his shoulders were going to ache later.

He's pretty good at tooting his own horn. Sometimes FDR is just as much his biggest critique as he is his own praiser. He's always patting himself on the back and for good reason usually. Mostly it's during ops because dammit if he isn't good at what he does. He's great at it actually. He's aware of it too. Sex is another thing he praises himself for. Listening to the sounds Annie makes are easy for him to leap into praise mode. Because that's what he's feeling right now. He made her come in a wedding dress that held no significant meaning between the two of them right after stealing her from a wedding. Yep. He's good at this.

It did not take long for FDR to come after her. A few more thrusts and he was gone. His toes curled tight and his body tightened. Every muscle was on fire. He moaned into her mouth and held on tightly as he kept moving. He thrusted through her orgasm and his own. He finally slowed, but didn't make a move to pull out of her. He was just still as he enjoyed the way her mouth tasted and the way she felt in his hands. She was beautiful and it showed. He had almost lost her and it freaked him out. She was here though.

"I prefer Franklin, but God works too." Only a few people could get away with calling him Franklin. She was one of them. The other was Tuck and his son called him Uncle Frank. Katie sometimes called him Franklin, but not usually. Even Lauren had called him FDR. He wouldn't have minded if called him Franklin though. He did like it just a little too much when she did it though. "I really did miss you."

"Franklin."

She breathed it as she tried to get her heartrate under control, though it was nearly impossible with the way he was still pressed against her and still very, very much inside her. It left her panting lightly against his ear as she imagined the way they looked. Well, the way she looked: thoroughly debauched.

There was not a single regret in her about leaving her wedding, though if he wanted to toot his own horn about it, she wasn't going to deny him the pleasure of it. In fact, she was fairly sure the two of them had tooted his horn plenty in the last ten minutes and would likely toot it again in the next hour or two. Before their flight left, that was for sure.

When he said he missed her, she pulled her head up to look him, the bright blue of his eyes hitting her deep in her heart and making it ache. "I can tell."

"Annie." Because he can be a cocky little shit. She said his name like that and he wasn't about to be upstaged even though he basically invited her to do so. He is this much of a child. What have you walked into?

It sounds cheesy and stupid now, but it's true. It's always been true. His life was not good without her. He couldn't stand the thought of being without her. She was here now and little things had changed. It's not easy to see from here, but the couch has throw pillows. He was seriously against though in the beginning because they were more work, but he understood them now. He also kept up the pictures of them because he couldn't bring himself to box them up when they broke up. The walls were a different color. The color she suggested when laying on the floor one night after a very good session of rolling around. He brushed the idea off, but once she was gone he knew they had to change. So he picked that color.

"You're getting naked now. Either I can rip open that dress or you can figure a way out of it." He finally pulled out and put her back down on her own two feet. He took a step backwards and kept his eyes on her. Maybe the idea of watching her shed that dress was a little exciting when he really thought about it.

She gave a light huff of laughter because he is a cocky little shit and she knew it. She knew it before, she knew it when she walked away from the church and she knows it now.

Though she hadn't noticed the throw pillows, she could see the frames that had photographs of the two of them on his counter, and on his end tables, and as he stepped away, she caught her breath again. It was the sudden movement, the release that she hadn't been expecting, and the challenge in his eyes gave her a moment's pause.

It was highly tempting to let him destroy the dress and everything it stood for, but she could just as easily burn it later. Or find some other way of destroying it.

"There's a zipper in the back," she told him, half-turning. "I need your help, but you don't have to be gentle." If it got a little ripped, she wouldn't cry about it.

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