"I'm French! Why do think I have this outrageous accent, you silly king!"

"What are you doing in England?"

"Mind your own business!"

"If you will not show us the Grail, we shall take your castle by force!"

"You don't frighten us, English pig-dogs! Go and boil your bottoms, sons of a silly person! I blow my nose at you, so-called Arthur-king, you and all your silly English kaniggets!"

She mouthed the lines as each character spoke, without missing a single word, occasionally having to stop to let out a hearty chuckle. 'Monty Python and the Holy Grail' had been Leela's favorite movie ever since she was a little girl. She had lost count of how many times she had watched it, but every time she did she laughed as hard as if it were the first time.

Next to her, seemingly bored out of his mind, sat her husband. Steve Small, who had already watched that movie with her countless times, had his head propped on his arms and tried as best as he could to stay awake. After they got married, Leela moved into his house, since it was big enough for the both of them, avoiding the painful process of house hunting. It was already three months into their marriage, and life was good. So far the only major responsibilities they had were work, paying rent and Steve's blue one-eyed dog Lennon, who was currently resting on Leela's lap, occasionally having his ears scratched by the lemur. Still, he felt like something was missing.

Just as the French guards started catapulting cows towards King Arthur and his knights, an idea crossed his mind. A rather good one, at that; an idea which spread a mischievous grin across his face. Leela was literally standing on the edge of her seat, her focus solely on the screen in front of her, when suddenly she felt weight falling on her shoulders. Turning around, she saw her husband had placed his arm around her.

"Something on your mind?" she asked as she cocked her brow and smiled knowingly at him.

"Oh, I might have a little something…" he leaned in to kiss her.

"OK, but can it wait?" she turned her attention back to the TV. "We're almost at the part about the Knights Who Say Ni!"

"Come on, you've watched this movie about a hundred times now!" he calmly protested. "You've even seen the musical based on it!"

"Yeah, that was a riot…" she chuckled to herself.

"It's Thursday night, and for once none of us are too tired from work." He cupped her cheeks with his hands and looked pleadingly into her eyes. "Can we please just enjoy each other's company tonight?"

Leela sighed; he was right. Almost every day they came home so exhausted because of their jobs that all they did was have dinner and fall asleep in front of the TV while watching the first thing they deemed good enough on cable. It was only fair for them to make the best of the one night that didn't happen. She turned around and paused the DVD, the screen freezing at the title card for the Tale of Sir Robin.

"Alright, Mr. Smooth Operator, what exactly did you have in mind?"

He didn't waste any time with an answer, he simply pressed his lips against hers and held her as close as he could. She giggled into his mouth as she wrapped her arms around him, turning that into a full-on make out session. His hand slowly crept up her back and under her shirt, stopping at the clasp of her bra and trying to unhook it, which caused Leela to let out a small yelp and pull back.

"Hold on there, sailor!" she laughed. "I hope you brought protection."

"Yeah, I've been meaning to talk to you about that…" he suddenly turned nervous and looked away.

"About what?"

"Have you ever given any thought about… having children?"

Leela was a bit taken aback, if not shocked, with that question, and unfortunately it showed in her expression. Her eyes widened involuntarily and her smile vanished.

"W-well, I mean…" she stammered, trying to avoid his gaze. "H-have you?"

"To be honest, yes. I've always loved the idea of one day having a mini version of me." He smiled to himself. "Haven't you ever wanted that?"

"Well, I-I…" she took a deep breath to try and calm herself. "No. I have never wanted kids."

"Are you serious?" Steve seemed to be a little too surprised by that answer. "Why?"

"I don't know… The whole idea of childbirth terrifies me. And I think I would be a terrible mother."

"That's nonsense, you'd make a fantastic mother! You're great with kids."

"I know, but still..." she shifted uncomfortably on the couch. "And don't you think it's a little soon to be thinking about that? We've only been married for three months."

"Well, when my mother had me she wasn't even married, and that didn't seem to bother her." He grinned comically at her, to which she just frowned and crossed her arms. He sighed. "I guess it is a bit too soon…"

"Tell you what, let's give it a few more months and then we'll see if we're ready." She placed a hand on his shoulder. "How does that sound?"

"Sounds like a plan." He smiled weakly at her.

"Awesome. Now can we keep watching the movie?"

He nodded and Leela pressed play on the remote, the movie coming back to life as the narrator explained where Sir Robin and his minstrels had wandered off to. Steve tried to pay attention to the film this time, but his mind was too preoccupied. He couldn't stop thinking of what his wife had said. Would she really be willing to try in a few months, or would she just keep the same mentality? Only time would tell…

The following morning Steve was feeling better about the matter discussed the previous night. He figured she had a point; it really was too soon to be thinking about such a life-changing thing as having a child. The fact was his mother had a lot of help from her parents when she had him. Both his and Leela's family were too far away, so it would be unfair to ask for their help if they were to conceive right now. It was only rational to wait a little longer, just until they were absolutely sure they were ready for such a big step.

He had just finished having breakfast and was climbing up the stairs to the second floor with the intention of taking a shower, when he heard the water running in the bathroom. Poking his head in the room, he saw his wife's silhouette washing herself behind the fogged up glass, humming a tune to herself that he immediately recognized as the song 'There! Right There!' from 'Legally Blonde: The Musical'. Steve chuckled to himself; his wife sure had peculiar tastes. That trail of thought was quickly pushed to the back of his mind as another brilliant idea rolled into it, and he quickly started pulling off his pajama sweater over his head.

Leela let the warm water fall over her head and sighed in complete satisfaction. That was the only time of day she felt she could really relax. She let her mind wander, the water cleansing her head as well as her body. She was so immersed in her own personal thoughts, she didn't even hear the shower door sliding open and quickly being closed right after. Before she knew it, a pair of arms had wrapped themselves around her waist, the fright almost causing her to jump out of her skin.

"Holy Toledo, Steve!" she turned her head around just enough to face her husband, who was butt-naked and hugging her tightly against his chest. "Don't scare me like that!"

"Sorry, I didn't meant to frighten you." He replied in a sultry tone, a wide smile on his face. "I just wanted to take a shower."

"Well, couldn't you have waited until after I got out?" she placed her hands on his, not exactly making an effort to free herself from his grasp.

"I could've, but that wouldn't be any fun, would it?"

Before she could protest, he moved his right hand from around her torso and brought it down to the one place where he knew she was the most sensitive: the spot where her tail met her lower back. As soon as he touched that area, Leela immediately felt a wave of immense heat wash over her body and involuntarily let out an almost embarrassingly loud moan. She was glad Steve was holding her, for her knees got so week she would've fallen against the wet tile floor for sure. She felt her cheeks burn, not sure if due to the sudden arousal or the awkwardness she was feeling. She looked back at her husband again, whose grin seemed to have grown a few inches.

"You know me too well." She said almost breathlessly before turning completely around and smashing her lips against his, throwing her arms around his neck and knocking him back against the wall behind him.

Steve didn't miss a beat and kissed back just as hard, his hands moving up and down every inch of her body, and just like that, all the worries from the night before were completely thrown out the window.

AUTHOR'S NOTE (PLEASE READ)

This has got to be the closest thing to a lemon I have ever written. o_o I feel weird…

So yeah, we have skipped three months since last week and now this is happening in Steve and Leela's lives. Gee, I wonder what's gonna happen next… *sarcastic cough* If I haven't ruined the story for everybody with the title, the summary (which I always write terribly) and the cover image, then I hope you'll still stick around to read the next chapters. ^^;

While I'm at it, are there any Monty Python fans out there? … No? Just me? OK then…

And for those who are wondering, I DID see "Spamalot"! It really is a riot, I totally recommend it. xD

So anyway, drop a review if you liked this and stick around to read the next chapters! Great, now I'm repeating myself…