"Your Majesty,"said Steiner, stepping up to the thrones with his head bowed. "We have recieved a message from..."

He looked up to find the King and Queen were not in their thrones. He sighed.

"Goodness. Twenty years old, and they still behave like love-struck teenagers."

Garnet sighed contentedly as she snuggled deeper into her husband's arms, nuzzling his chest lovingly.

"Dagger,"he murmured sleepily. "That tickles."

She looked up at him and smiled at the sight of his tossled blond hair. Sitting up, she tugged playfully at his tail.

"You, Mr. Tribal, could seriously use a comb."

He peeked one eye open at her. Her black hair was smooth as ever, flowing almost like water across her pale skin.

"And you, Mrs. Tribal, are seriously in need of a good lay."

She waved a hand dismissively.

"Been there, done that,"she grinned and leaned over him, pressing her forearms into his chest. "Happy anniversary, by the way."She pecked at his lips. He smiled and held her close. Today wasn't the anniversary of their marriage. It was the four year anniversary of the day they met, and her twentieth birthday.

"Happy birthday, my love,"he murmured, stroking her cheek. Then he turned his head to glance at the clock on the dresser.

"It's almost noon. We should get downstairs."

"Yeah,"she smiled, but didn't get up. She leaned down and kissed him, and he responded by holding her close, running his fingers through her thick, dark hair. He thrust his hips against hers, enterring her swiftly and causing her to scream his name.

Garnet collapsed against Zidane, breathing heavily as she stroked his chest.

"I love you, Zidane,"

"I love you, too, Dagger,"

Okay, that's all I got so far. Whaddaya think? You can flame me if you want, but I'd appreciate it if you didn't.