The Date

"That bitch!!"

Johnny groaned as his fiancée's angry voice drifted into the living room where he was reading his newspaper. The stress of planning a wedding was starting to take its toll on Lulu. In order to not be on the receiving end of her anger, he let her do whatever she wanted to do.

"I can't believe that she did this!" Lulu shrieked.

"Who did what, Lulu?" he asked.

"Maxie! She just informed me that she's planning her launch party for her new magazine on November 16th!" she said, angrily striding into their living room.

"And that's… bad?" he asked.

Lulu's nostrils flared and she immediately picked up a nearby pillow and hit him on the back of the head with it. He yelped like a pitiful animal but Lulu's eyes were unforgiving.

"I can't believe that you don't remember the date that we set for our wedding!" she seethed.

"I thought that we said that we were considering the 16th…" Johnny said.

"Now you sound just like her! She said that she was doing me a favor by taking the 16th so I wouldn't have the same wedding date as my parents!" Lulu shouted.

"Maybe… you should let her have the 16th and we can push our date back…" he suggested.

"And let her win? No! That's it… I'm calling Carly and she's replacing Maxie as my maid of honor…" she said, immediately lunging for the phone but Johnny was quicker and grabbed the cordless handset before she could get her hands on it.

"Give me the phone…" she demanded.

"Calm down first…" he said.

"Give me the damn phone, Johnny… or so help me god… sex will become a very distant memory…" she said, trying to grab the phone but he held it out of her reach.

"What's the difference between the 16th and the 25th?" Johnny asked.

"You want to push our date back by a week?" Lulu asked.

"What's a week when I'm going to have forever with you?" he asked.

Her arms fell to her side upon hearing his words. It was astounding how he knew exactly what to say at the exact moment that she needed to hear it. She sighed as she sat down on their couch and Johnny joined her, setting the phone aside. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and she felt herself relax into his body. Times like this, when the stress of planning a wedding seemed to take over her life, made Lulu realize why she was going through all this trouble: She loved this man with every fiber of her being.

"Ok… we'll move our date…" she conceded.

Johnny kissed her temple and she let out a sigh. She hated losing to Maxie but lying in Johnny's arms made the outside world seem irrelevant.

"That's my girl…" he whispered and she laughed.

"Oh, you like it when I listen to you, huh?" she asked, turning to face him.

"Only because you rarely do it…" he countered.

"I'm sorry… I never thought that I'd get wrapped up in planning my own wedding and now that I am, I feel like I'm turning into a 'bridezilla'." Lulu said, cringing, and Johnny laughed.

"It's ok… it's one day that's supposed to last you for the rest of your life and you want what you want… but seriously… one week? That's a bit dramatic…" he said.

"Yeah, I guess… oh and I'm sorry for threatening you with no sex… we promised that we weren't going to do that anymore…" she sighed.

"Only because it hurts you more than it does me…" he snickered.

Lulu gasped and pinched Johnny's arm. He grabbed her wrists and swiftly turned her over and pinned her underneath him. He smirked at her, thinking that he had the upper hand but she was quicker and hitched her free leg around his waist and pulled him down to her.

"You want to know something?" he asked, leaning in towards her lips.

"What?" she breathed.

"I love… when you're angry…" he whispered.

His lips were mere centimeters away from hers and she tried to reach up to meet his lips but he pulled back, laughing slightly under his breath. He released her and rose to his feet. Without saying another word, he turned around and began walking.

Three.

Two.

One.

As soon as he finished counting, Lulu immediately grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and was dragging him in the general direction of their bedroom. Her lips met his with the fury and fire that he loved about her as they stumbled down the hallway.

"There was no way in hell that I would let you get away with that, Zacchara…" she said in between kisses and as they both tore at each other's clothes.

"I guess this is how I have to make up the one week delay right?" he asked, pulling her into the bedroom.

"You're damn right it is… and you are not leaving this room until I've forgiven you…" she giggled, slamming their bedroom door behind them.