Author's Note: Thanks for the interesting reviews in Chapter 1. :D

Here is Chapter 2.

Disclaimer: I do not own GS/GSD.

Chapter 2

"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned." Athrun held the ice-pack to his bruised eye after getting brutally throttled by Cagalli for kissing her on her forehead.

"Hey, at least you won the fight." Dearka chimed in, amused by the situation at hand. "Would've been embarrassing if you didn't." He chuckled good-naturedly. "Anyway, Attha seems like an interesting person. Unconventional."

" Female Godzilla." Athrun sighed.

" Come on, she can't be that horrible if you decided to marry her." Dearka grinned.

Athrun cocked an eyebrow and cast him a stare which lasted for ten seconds.

" Okay, fine. She's nothing like a woman. But you must, somewhere in that back of your mind, probably think that it's possible that you'll grow to love her." Dearka laughed.

" Why on earth am I doing this…?" Athrun gave a sigh of resignation, turning to Dearka for an answer.

Dearka cast Athrun a dirty-old-man-leering-at-little-girls look, sniggering to himself. " You know why, nyeheheheh, you perverted old man."

The next thing he saw was a shoe flying in his direction.

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Cagalli stumbled down the staircase almost drunkenly, her eyes still shut and her hoodie over her head, muttering profanities as she headed towards the dining room. Seven . In . The . Morning. The alarm rang at that unholy hour - the alarm that mysteriously had appeared in her room without her knowledge.

She wandered into the dining room, still with her eyes closed, crashing into a lamp and the leg of a chair.

" Son of a b---" Cagalli was about to begin her profanity-laced outburst, before she was interrupted by a deep voice from behind her.

She spun around, only to see Athrun in jeans and a shirt reading " Kiss Me, Cause I'm So Sizzlin' Hot" that showed off his muscled build.

" Good morning, princess. Hope you slept well last night." He smiled warmly at the short and scary chick standing in front of him, diminutive in size but exuding an aura so evil it rivalled that of any Machiavellian villain he'd ever read about.

" Like hell I did." She rolled her eyes.

" Well then, the loud snoring I'd heard in the next room that kept me awake the whole night couldn't have been yours then, could it?" He grinned mischievously.

" You got a death wish, Zala?" She cast him a withering stare.

" Not at all, Queen Kong. Just a wish to have breakfast with you." He took her hand and led her to the table, while Cagalli seemed as though she was a petulant two-year-old being dragged to the dentist.

Cagalli grudgingly sat at the dining table, while an annoyingly chirpy Athrun sat on the other end of the table.

The waiter placed her plate in front of her. "Enjoy.", he said, with a slightly suspicious look upon his face.

She muttered a word of thanks and looked down at the plate. Then she looked up at Athrun and brandished the butter knife in her hand threateningly at the oblivious man across the table.

" Yo, Casanova." She said spitefully. "What's this?" She gestured to her plate.

" I figured since our last meeting that you love meat. Or food in general, for that matter. So I specially instructed our cook to prepare this for you this morning." He gave a sly smile.

Cagalli inhaled deeply.

" Look, Zala," She tapped her fingers impatiently on the table and sent waves of vibrations that Athrun swore he could feel on the other end. " I'm not a morning-person, but I woke up and sat down to this ridiculous breakfast. I want to BREAK. my. FAST."

" You're welcome, my darling. I knew you'd love what I'd done for you." Athrun said to her sarcastically.

I'll get you for this, Zala.

Cagalli glared at Athrun, picked up her fork, stabbed the steak so violently with her fork that the dining ware broke into two and began tearing through it with her teeth, keeping her eyes fixated on Athrun - as though she was tearing him from limb to limb.

She chewed with her mouth wide open, burped at the table loudly and drank 3 cans of carbonated drinks such that she could burp in Athrun's face - just to annoy the hell out of him.

" Sir, it must be nice having a woman who's not ashamed of her cavewoman-like habits…." The butler whispered to Athrun as Cagalli began picking her teeth with her fork and flinging the piece of food trapped between her teeth in Athrun's direction.

" I've never felt more fulfilled in my entire life, Sam." Athrun gave a horrified expression of disgust and nausea upon seeing Cagalli yawn with her mouth still half-full with mashed potatoes, with some of the sauce dripping out from the side of her mouth.

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" The one and only Cagzilla strikes again." Athrun sighed, adjusting his tie in the mirror.

He had heard crashing and banging in the neighbouring room when Martinez had come over to take her measurements for the wedding gown, and heard Cagalli screaming bloody murder and something about chopping Martinez's family jewels off, if he had any.

He heard Martinez wail dramatically from across the hall about regretting his conception because it had led to this day.

He lay on his back on his bed, with his eyes closed, his fingers fiddling with the wedding rings that Martinez had given him to propose to Cagalli with.

He had always wanted to get married - just that he hadn't expected to get married to a woman…monster like Cagalli. He sighed.

Tomorrow.

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Athrun was drifting in and out of consciousness, when his door creaked open and a figure tiptoed stealthily into the room. Athrun sensed something amiss, and wondered if it was a break-in. He kept his eyes shut and strained his ears to listen and determine the position of the robber.

The figure crashed into the cupboard, and yelped in pain. Regaining composure, the hooded person crept to Athrun's bedside and met his face, shining a flashlight at his face, when Athrun abruptly opened his eyes and grabbed the hands of the figure.

The figure screamed. Athrun screamed.

The lights flickered on, and Athrun took a closer look at the hooded figure.

" …Cagalli?!"

" WHO OPENS THEIR EYES LIKE THAT WHEN THEY'RE SLEEPING?!" She cried out, still shaken by the shock of Athrun's startling movements.

" What on earth are you creeping into my room at this hour for?" Athrun questioned.

Awkward silence.

Athrun cocked an eyebrow.

" NO NO, IT'S NOT THAT!" Cagalli waved her arms in protest, wanting to defend herself.

" I'm in grave danger even in my own house…" Athrun mocked.

Cagalli smacked him on the head roughly, and explained herself. "I'm…I'm scared."

" What does the mighty female reincarnation of Godzilla have to fear?" Athrun sighed.

" Just let me sleep here!"

" No. Go back to your own room."

" PLEASE! I promise not to put thumbtacks on your chair anymore."

" Cagalli, go back to your room."

" Just let me sleep here for tonight! Please?"

I give up.

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Cagalli lay on her side, facing Athrun, with a bolster in between them.

"Cross this bolster in any way or with any part of your body and you're dead, Zala."

" I would like to remind you gently that this is MY bed that you're in, and it's MY sleep that is sacrificed because of YOUR fear. Remove the bolster - there's hardly any space on the bed as it is."

" What's yours is mine, honey. Why aren't you wearing a shirt?!"

" I sleep in my boxers." He yawned.

" As I had suspected. You're a shameless Casanova." She positioned the bolster again, narrowing her eyes into slits.

" What are you scared of?"

" You." She stated plainly without hesitation, pointing an accusing finger at him.

" I'm not going to do anything."

" Men always say that and it's never true."

" Have you looked in the mirror lately, Cagzilla?"

" Yes, and I absolutely adore what I see. The bolster stays."

Athrun grabbed the bolster roughly out of Cagalli's arms and threw it onto the ground, pulling Cagalli closer to him, wrapping his arm around her waist. Cagalli backed away, but was no match for Athrun's strength.

" Za-Zala, you're a hor-"

" Goodnight, my delusional wife. Now, please get some sleep before I resort to shoving my sock into your mouth to keep you quiet."

Athrun fell asleep in a few minutes. Cagalli, on the other hand, tried to keep her eyes open, staring at Athrun, to ensure that his hands didn't stray anywhere that they weren't supposed to stray. He was deep in slumber, his breathing was soft and Cagalli could feel his heartbeat with her ear pressed against his chest as he enveloped her in his warm embrace, his hands resting on her back. His body warmth gave her an odd sense of comfort and security that she hadn't felt in a while.

She looked at his face.

Geez, he's even prettier than me.

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Athrun opened his eyes to see Cagalli snoring loudly, drooling with her mouth wide open. She had an oddly blissful look on her face, Athrun observed.

He laughed.

Kodak moment.

He got out of bed, went to the drawer and got out the Polaroid camera.

" Perfect blackmail material." He grinned, taking an unglamorous photo of Cagalli. He burst out in uncontrollable laughter when he had seen the drool dribbling down her cheek.

He peered intently at the photograph. Cagalli had something in her hand.

He looked at Cagalli lying on his bed. Something in her hand. A photograph.

He walked over apprehensively and slid the picture out of her hand, turning the photograph to look at what it was.

A horrified expression was plastered all over his face when he saw the photograph, and he rushed to the dresser and looked in the mirror.

He had smudged lipstick on his lips, way too much blusher on his cheeks and poorly-drawn black eyeliner on his eyes, with the words " Cagzilla Was Here!" with a huge 'X' marking the spot on his right cheek. On the left cheek, this was written in lipstick: "Animals Mark Their Territory By Peeing On Them, But I Used This 'Cause You Were Just Too Pretty To Pee On."

His mouth was agape, face aghast. No wonder Cagalli looked so sickeningly gleeful even in her sleep.

He turned in the direction of Cagalli, eyes narrowing into slits, determined to make Cagalli suffer a far worse fate than he did.

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Athrun stood at the dressing room, looking at Cagalli wrestle with her veil and eventually rip it off out of frustration, much to his amusement.

" You ready?" He asked solicitously, to Cagalli's surprise.

" ….Yeah."

" Thinking of chickening out, Cagzilla?" He laughed.

" Hell no. ….this is a marriage built on everything but the truth." She glared at him.

" I don't think it is."

" It is." She stated bluntly.

" A marriage based on lies won't work. It's like a house of straw built on a foundation of sand. Same goes for a marriage based solely on pity, Athrun." She said, walking past him out of the room, giving him a sock in the ribs and making Athrun wince in pain.

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" Kiss the bride! French-kissing!" The emcee, who was none other than Dearka, yelled into the microphone.

Athrun faced Cagalli.

His stomach was churning and he felt queasy. He froze for a few minutes until the crowd started to chant: " Kiss her, kiss her, kiss her!"

" I said kiss me. Everyone's looking!" Cagalli's eyes widened, and she gritted her teeth and had a threatening-looking smile on her face, whispering to Athrun.

" You do it if you think that it's that easy!" He plastered a fake expression of genuine happiness on his face.

" It is easy! Just a peck!" Cagalli covered her face with her hands, pretending to be shy in front of everyone.

" Do you think we're chickens?! It's not easy! Not when you're facing Godzilla!"

" Would you just shut up and kiss me now?!"

" Why should I do th---" He was cut off when Cagalli pressed her lips against his.

Her lips were unexpectedly soft, Athrun thought to himself. The crowd was cheering, but all he could hear was his heart pounding in his ears and the cheering blocked out by sounds of the fast beating of his heart.

She's making me look like a complete ball-less wimp by not initiating the kiss.

Athrun used his hand to pull her in for a deeper kiss. Against his lips, Cagalli murmured.

"...What do you think you're doing....?" Her voice was muffled Athrun's passionate kissing as the crowd cheered enthusiastically.

"....the man has to make the first move....." He murmured, nibbling on her lower lips with the intention of annoying her.

"...you're not a man...you're a chauvinist pig." She whispered and bit hard on his lower lip. He jerked away from her, and Cagalli pinched him hard on his arm before walking offstage, smiling at the crowd and pretending to be shy, attempting to convince herself that Athrun wasn't the fantastic kisser that he had just proven himself to be.

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"Drink this." Dearka led Athrun to a corner, handing him a bottle with a suspicious-looking label.

" What's that?"

" You'll definitely sleep well tonight…."

Athrun opened the bottle, and finished the contents of the bottle in 2 gulps.

"….after what it makes you do to Cagalli. HAHAHAHA."

Athrun froze.

"Happy consummating, my darlings~!" Dearka sang gleefully, pushing a horrified Athrun into the hotel room with a slightly drunk post-wedding-party Cagalli, chaining the door with a bicycle chain he had bought before the party, throwing the key into the dustbin as he made his way to the elevator, whistling to himself the tune of Craig David's "Take 'Em Off" as he left the hotel.

" So..…" Athrun twiddled his thumbs. "What do we do?"

They sat on the opposite ends of the bed with red rose petals on it, (courtesy of Mr Dearka Elsman) faces beet-red.

"...I don't know. This is new for me."

" I guess we could try to decrease the distance between each other, as a start."

" Good point."

He moved closer to her, his hands reaching for her waist, when she smacked his hands away.

" What are you doing?!"

" Doing…what am I doing?"

" You were going to touch me!"

" What else am I supposed to do?"

" Keep your hands to yourself!"

They both sat in complete silence for 5 minutes.

" I'll turn on some music." Athrun said, walking over to the stereo. The CD compartments were all empty, with the exception of one CD that stood alone at the corner of the compartment. There, on the disc, was a message:

I managed to Make a new home-made compilation CD

As my present to the newly-wedded happy couple! :D

Much Love, Dearka.

PS: To choose the best tracks to listen to, ask Cagalli what she's in the mood for!!!!!

He rolled his eyes, crushed the note, and turned to look at the tracks on the CD on the back of the cover.

The list of tracks went something like this:

For Athrun & Cagalli

1. Making Love

2. Making Love

3. Making Love

4. Making Love

5. Making Love

" How does he find the time to do stupid things like this….?" Athrun sighed.

He turned to Cagalli, who sat on the bed looking unusually quiet.

Damn that Dearka for the drink.

He walked towards her, grabbed her by the arms and leaned in to kiss her, before he spotted a rice grain on her lip. He masked the disgust in his heart and leaned in, closing his eyes.

Wait. Why didn't he feel anything on his lips?

He opened his eyes.

She was squirming away and her eyes were wide open in horror at him.

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Author's Note: Gosh. That was an exceptionally long chapter.

Ah well. Till next time!

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