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Written in the Stars: A Destined Romance

Part 39: Across the Threshold

"Well, here we are. The Cupidix Remflog." X announced.

Elle stared up at the strangely shaped building, "Who's the architect? Picasso?"

"Huh?"

"Never mind." Elle shook her head and followed him inside, she really needed to get X up to date with Earth history.

X took Elle up to their room, it was on the fifteenth story of the grand resort, even Elle had admit, the interior was amazing. There were crystal fountains and exotic flowers decorating the entire building. The aroma from the dining area was mouth watering and the staff were some of the friendliest aliens she'd ever met in her life. Why couldn't X take after the rest of his people?

She was amazed by the gorgeous light fixtures, the shimmering chandelier above her in the lobby was beautiful, the carpeting red with gold trim. Now THIS was pampering. Spa or no spa, she was definitely going to enjoy this honeymoon. X felt her grip tighten as they walked, the little human seemed awestruck by her surroundings. X gave a cocky smile, he knew his planet was a cut above the others, especially that meager little planet Elle's species inhabited. Still, he had to give Earth credit, even his planet hadn't been able to produce a female as exquisite and alluring as Elle.

A thought struck him as they walked, "Uh---Elle. Now that we're married, do you want me to start calling you Laurel?"

Elle looked up at him a moment and thought about his question, "Not if you're more comfortable calling me Elle," she chuckled a bit, "or Little Ears. I don't think it really matters what you call me. Just knock it off with all the 'Human' remarks."

X grinned down at her, "Anything you say---HUMAN."

She elbowed him but instead of retaliating he reached down and scooped her into his arms. She gave him a suspicious glance, "We're here Little Ears." he announced, gesturing towards their room. "And it's a human tradition for the groom to carry his bride over the threshold."

"Who told you that?" Elle inquired.

"Your friend Val stopped by my room last night with Jay and they filled me in on a few things."

"Oh," Elle wondered just what else those two 'helpful' friends of hers had told him.

The door swung open and X gracefully carried Elle inside. When they reached the bed he let her drop on top of the red satin sheets (with about twenty matching, heart-shaped, pillows on top). "My hero." Elle muttered.

"Well, that's over with." X made a slight sound of surprise, "What do ya know…I didn't throw my back out."

Elle thought about slugging him for that little remark but instead she snagged his bowtie and brought him down next to her on the bed. "If your mother could only hear you now-"

"-she'd secretly agree." X finished for her with his trademark mischievous grin.

"You look like a deranged iguana when you do that," she snickered.

Knowing she'd go on about his amusing appearance if she ever stopped laughing X moved in to silence her. "Whatever happened to me being a Cowboy?" he teased.

Elle was about to speak when his lips closed in on hers, forcing her back onto the sheets. They kissed and rummaged each other's clothing like that for a while before X pulled away and removed his robe. "Can't have you wrinkling my wedding apparel Little Ears."

"Cute X," Elle scoffed, taking off her own garments. "You really know what to say to put a girl in the mood."

"What can I say," he smirked, "it just comes naturally to me."

"Pardon my skepticism Casanova," Elle taunted, "but I don't think you have nearly as many 'natural' skills as you claim you do."

"Wanna bet?" X countered charismatically.

Both were in their undergarments now and Elle burst out laughing at his boxers, they were pale blue and covered with little smiling planets. X looked down and sighed, "Yet another gift from my mother."

"I assumed that much." she couldn't believe that she was on her honeymoon and her husband was wearing boxers that looked like they were designed to a five year old.

"Are we gonna do this?" he asked irritably.

"Sure X," she snickered, "just as soon as you lose the kiddy wear."

"Fine," X removed his boxers, something he had been hoping his wife would do, "satisfied?"

Elle looked up and stopped laughing, a new expression washed over her now. X tried to determine what she was thinking. She looked almost---impressed?

"Like what you see?" he teased.

Elle nodded, "Who knew?"

X took the remote off the nightstand and pointed it towards the stereo in the corner. In a second an intoxicatingly beautiful JeeDangian melody filled the air. "Ready?"

She put her arms around him, "Ready as I'll ever be partner."

Leaning down close to her he whispered in a tone that made chills run up and down her spine, "Call me, Cowboy."

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