"What about New York?" Akemi says, scrolling idly through travel sites on her laptop. Her fiancé sat on the couch behind her, grading papers boredly.

"Mmm, no," he says, marking another few points off. "Too many people."

The white haired woman frowns. "Sasori, anywhere we go is gonna have too many people."

"Exactly the reason this whole honeymoon thing is a terrible idea."

"But whyyyyy," Akemi whines, spinning in her chair to face him. "Just because you're a boring old man doesn't mean I should have to miss out on any fun."

The redhead snorts. "Don't forget that you're marrying this boring old man."

"Hey, I never said it was always a bad thing." She moves out of her chair and then next to him, quietly laying down so her head rested against his thigh. Sasori idly moved his hand to thread it through her hair, keeping his focus on the essays in front of him. "What about, like, Italy?"

"Why Italy?"

She shrugs. "Why not? We could do the whole European tour thing."

"Do you even speak anything other than Japanese?" he asks, still refusing to look at her.

"I don't see your point," she replies with pursed lips. At his continued silence, Akemi makes a frustrated noise and shifts upwards to force him to look at her. "Think about it. All the cool art we could see. Ecstasy of St. Theresa, David, Bernini, Michelangelo, Raphael, Donatello, Da Vinci..."

"Now you're just naming Ninja Turtles."

She scoffs, hitting his shoulder. "You know I have a point. Think about it."

Sasori stares at the papers for a few moments, then gives an aggravated sigh. "Damn brat," he mumbles, finally wrapping his arms around her and burying his face into her neck. "We can't afford to go to Italy," he says in a last-ditch effort to argue.

"Honestly we can't really afford any of this wedding," she says, conveying the cat that got the cream. "But that didn't stop us. What's just a little more to pay for a fun honeymoon? Fly to Italy, foot it across the continent, fly back. Wouldn't be that bad..."

"You're too damn needy."

"You love me." She smiles and kisses him soundly. Even as he gives an aggravated noise, he kisses her back.

He pulls back, pressing their foreheads together with an amused smile. "Fine. European adventure it is."

AUs. Hooray.
For the record, Ectasy of St. Theresa and David are italicized not for emphasis, but because they're titles of art pieces. (If you haven't seen Ectasy or any of Bernini's pieces and you're a fan of art, please for the love of god Google them. They're fucking amazing.)

-Jack