Disclaimer- I don't own Animorphs.
A/N: This is just a story I whipped up when I couldn't sleep. And please people. Don't review my other stories and say something like….Post the next chapter or I'll stab you! Or something like that. This is the 6th story I've got to continue and I'm working as hard as I can. For my Rocky Horror Picture Show/Animorphs Crossover one, I've got to think up of whole new lyrics for about every song! And with the school day and all my homework. It's near impossible to find any time to type. You can blame me for starting story after another if you want. I know it's my fault : ^ ( I love doing Rachel and Tobias fics. They're so easy for me, when I write Jake and Cassie fics, I feel the need that they had to be separated and then reunited. This is in Tobias's POV because I like doing it in a guys point of view better cause…I'm a guy. I'm not trying to be sexist or anything it's just…yeah…
We bought the house. The simple, white, suburban two leveled house. Rachel loved it. I loved it, so we bought it and we had just began to move in.
There were boxes piled high in every room and we were just unloading the last bit out of our silver corvette. (A/N: Yes, they're silver corvette, they're rich!)
Rachel and I were married just three days ago. The wedding was outside since it was such a nice day. It was even held in the memorial park that was created to honor us for conquering the Yeerk Empire. You know after the all mighty Andalites had tried to crush the slimes and just about every other race against the Yeerks, it still seemed impossible that four teenage kids, a bird, (I was now in permanent human morph now, though) and an alien overcame the putrid slugs. Jake, Cassie (who were also recently just married) Marco, and Ax had come. Every thing was perfect! Right down to every blade of the lush, green, springy field of grass. The wedding cake was about the size of our car, the ice swan was so precise it looked like it took hours to make, and third, (of course) was Rachel, she outshined the rest of the girls in her perfect fitting white, lace gown. No one cried, but there was a tremendous shine glinting around from the witness's teeth. It was such a magical moment when I said those words that would forever bound me to Rachel Berenson who would now be Rachel Fangor. I chose this last name because it sounds more human than Sirinial or Shamtul. It was an even more enchanting experience when the priest said, "You may now kiss the bride." And to everyone's amusement we were still kissing when they left for the reception.
We both plopped down on the bright red sofa, facing each other. I slid my arms around her neck and she did the same. I stared into Rachel's eyes. How could she be so beautiful at a time like this. Not one speck of dust had come in contact to her and every single glossy natural blond hair stayed in place held at bay by the bandana so neatly tied in a knot at the back of her neck. We held on to each other tenaciously as if we let go we would fall to our deaths but so gently, I could barely feel her soft, sensual skin on my collar.
"We are big lazy bums, you know that?" She asked, exasperated.
"Hey, we have a right to be tired. This is the second day we've been moving," I said, also beat by exhaustion.
"Ugh," was her only reply.
After a few minutes of embracing tenderly. I unenthusiastically, broke the blessing of silence.
"We should start putting this junk away."
"Kiss me and I will," Rachel said, opening her eyes. Good, I had feared she dozed off. When Rachel is sleeping, even if you could be successful in waking her up, you wouldn't want to.
"Awwww… do I have to?" I said, a smile trying to find it's way through the exhaustion on my face . I didn't wait for an answer, I pulled her close and pressed my lips to hers. We didn't tongue it. It was more of a sensual, non-tongue kind of kiss. The ones that I liked the most. Gently, I devoured her lips and mouth and after a few minutes we both, reluctantly pulled away.
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Miraculously, later in the night (and after many more kisses) all of our stuff was sorted into storage in the attic, on the walls, in the china cabinets, or in bookcases, we crawled into our newly made bed, said our goodnights, and began to snore
(A/N: That was so short because that's all I thought of and I wanted to know if people were eager to hear more. I won't continue until I get between 5 and ten reviews k, buh-bye