'Love, Love wake up," whispered a sweet voice next to you.
"Momma, five more minutes," you whines turning over.
The voice laughed, "I'm not your mother, love."
"Artie," you said in a sleepy haze. "Why are you in my bed? Did we…?"
Arthur laughed, "Oh dear, don't you remember. We go married."
"We did?" you asked still in that sleepy voice. Then you opened your eyes, "Omigosh we did!" You turned to see your husband only covered by a white sheet. You noticed that you too were naked. You then tackled your new husband giving him a kiss.
"Are you ready to get up?"
You shook your head and then rested it on his bare chest. "I'm comfy, don't move."
He gave a small laugh, "I'm not in any hurry to move either, love." You smiled at the pet name and held him closer. He ran his fingers through your (h/l) (h/c) hair slowly as if her were running his hands through fine silk and trying to savor the moment.
"I love you Artie," you murmured into his chest. He must not have heard you, because he didn't respond.
~time skip brought to you by Mother Russian; become one…~
"Arthur look!" you pointed to Big Ben. "Let's go!"
"Why don't we take a minute to catch our breath," he said. You huffed, Arthur was having a hard time keeping up with your endless supply of energy. "Don't you want to get something to eat?"
You nodded, "Is there a McDonalds here?"
Arthur blanched, "Proper English food is much better than that stupid American's sorry excuse for cuisine!"
"Fine, where are we going to eat?"
He dragged you a local coffee shop. Where you found…guess who?
"Ohonhonhon~ Arthur who is this lovely lady?"
"Shut your froggy mouth, you snail slurper, leave her alone!"
"Ohonhonhon~ are you on a date. Mademoiselle, why don't you ditch this loser and come with moi?"
You raised an eyebrow, "Ok, one that was incredibly rude. Two ,no way. And three I'm married to this loser."
The Frenchman's face paled slightly, "Oh…."
Arthur smirked at him, "See, now go away!"
The Frenchman then gave a smirk in return, "Why don't I accompany the two of you?"
"We're on our honeymoon," you said.
"But cheri I-." he slung his arm around your shoulders and you grabbed his middle finger and bent it back.
"Go away," you said. "I would like to spend my honeymoon with my husband."
"Whatever you say." And he ran away faster than an Italian army in retreat.
"I love you, you know that?" he asked taking your hand in his and giving you a kiss on the lips.
You smiled and said, "Yep." And you placed you lips on his again and placed your lips on his again. Your lips moved in sync until his tongue gently licked your bottom lip. Happily you let him in. He eagerly explored his new territory not leaving one spot in your mouth unattended.
His hands snaked down to your waist and pulled you closer to him. You ran your hands hungrily through his blonde hair needing him to be closer.
All too soon the two of you broke your kiss so you could breath.
"Should we continue this back at the hotel room, love?"
"Yes," you said breathlessly, "lets."
As to what happened when you got to your hotel room, I'll leave that up to your imagination