Summary: No X.A.N.A, no Yumi, Odd or Ulrich. Just my version of Lyoko, and its people. Aelita is the 'royal outcast', until a certain human boy comes along. J/A forever!
Disclaim: I own all of Lyoko's original inhabitants, the language, and such. I don't own Lyoko, Jeremie, or Aelita.
Now, on to the last Chappy…. (tear…tear) Lots and lots and LOTS of fluff in this one…. couldn't resist.
Aelita's eyes opened slowly, and she smiled. She lay, wrapped her husband's arms, completely obvious to the world beyond the room they were in. Jeremie eyes were closed, his breathing soft. The new Queen smiled again, running her hand along his cheek and threw his soft blond hair. Although he had become taller and stronger in the years since the two had first met, he was as still handsome and sweet as ever. A little sigh escaped her as she looked at her love, and Jeremie's lips curved in a smile.
"Thinking again, my Angel?" He muttered, opening his blue eyes tiredly. Aelita simply kissed him gently, letting her arm fall haphazardly around his neck. Jeremie moaned softly, pulled away and licked his lips. "You've been at the sweets again, Princess," he whispered, smirking and raising an eyebrow. "I can taste it." Aelita's eyes glowed, and she grinned sheepishly.
"I admit -- " Jeremie caught off her reply with a soft kiss, his face coming up to cradle her face. When he pulled away, Aelita blinked up at him, her eyes dazed and happy. Then a smile grew on her face. "I'm not the only whose been at the sweets, Jeremie," she told him, and Jeremie blushed slightly.
"Busted," he muttered. Then he grinned. "Then again, Princess, I'm pretty sure…"he trailed off and kissed her again, then pulled away. "You've always tasted sweet…" He smiled at the glow that came up in his angel's eyes, and kissed her forehead. "You're so beautiful when you're flattered, Princess," he told her, stroking her cheek. "Then again, you're always beautiful, so…"He smiled.
The next second, Aelita flipped him on his back and kissed him deeply. The emotions that he had been making her feel ever since the fateful day they met seemed to all join into one overwhelming feeling of joy and love. Jeremie's arms wrapped around her waist, holding her to him. When Aelita pulled back, she saw a smirk form on his kiss-bruised lips.
"I guess you forgive me, huh?" he muttered, and Aelita laughed and poked his bare waist.
"For what, going after sweets?"
Jeremie jumped, and captured her wrists in his hand. "Are you asking for a tickle fight, my Angel?"
Aelita swayed, trying to get her hands free. "Let go!"
Her husband grinned evilly, and released her wrists. "As you command…" he tickled her stomach lightly, making her squeak. "Your Highness…" Aelita made a face at him, then grinned.
"You should have known all your flirting effects my-" Aelita paused dramatically and put a hand over her heart. "My tender, feminine heart."
Jeremie raised an eyebrow. "Uh, huh," he remarked, and let his eyes look over her bare form. "And I think it effects other things too."
Aelita gapped at him in astonishment. "JEREMIE!" she shouted, and threw a pillow at him. Jeremie didn't care; he was laughing too hard. "That was…was…"
"Perfect!" Jeremie exclaimed, still laughing. "Your face was perfect!"
"Not funny!" Aelita finished, gasping. "I mean…Jeremie!"
"Yes, my Princess?" Jeremie answered, still sniggering, but trying to look innocent.
"Of all people…I would expect Relika or Onya or someone else to say that…but not you!"
Jeremie grinned sheepishly, and bowed his head. "Sorry," he mumbled. Aelita immediately felt bad, and, tilting his chin up so she could see his eyes, she kissed him lovingly. She felt a small shiver run over his body, and ran her hands over his chest. Jeremie moaned softly, and pulled away, cupping his hands over hers.
"I'm not the only one with the ideas," he muttered, raising an eyebrow. Aelita simply grinned and lay back on the blankets, her arms under her head.
"Maybe," she answered lightly, and smiled when Jeremie wrapped an arm around her waist.
The two fell into a gentle silence, cuddling. Slowly, Aelita's eyes closed, and she fell back asleep.
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"Her Majesty Aelita still hasn't left her rooms yet?"
Violet eyes gaze steadily at the young courtier, who's own eyes began to glow sheepishly.
"They were married only a fortnight ago, so do you really think they'll emerge already?" Relika asked tartly, raising a black eyebrow. "You do know, after all, humans have more of a physical attraction than simply soul wise." The young male bowed his head in shame and embarrassment, and Relika sighed. "You have to get used to it, so stop blushing." She turned her back to the courtier, and finished rolling the scroll she had been poring over.
"Tormenting the young ones again, I see," remarked a voice at the door. Onya entered slowly, carrying an armful of more scrolls. She set one down in front of the Witch, dropping the rest in a messy heap.
"What's this?" Relika asked, unfolding the new scroll without much interest.
Onya shrugged. "The healer handed it to me earlier, and said to give it to Aelita. Since you're her best friend, I thought it'd be best for you to have it for her."
The Witch wrinkled her nose, scowling up at the blue-haired girl. "Like I'd want to go in Lit's room when her and Jeremie are still enjoying their fruits of marriage." Onya let out a giggle, then covered her mouth with one hand. Relika rolled her eyes, and turned back to the scroll. Then, slowly, her eyes got very big, and she began to stand slowly, staring at the paper. Onya looked at the black-haired girl as if she had lost her mind.
"What? Goddess send fire crabs into your skirt?"
"The-the Queen," Relika began, in a very unusual hoarse voice, "is carrying a child."
Both the courtier and Onya stared at her. "What?"
Relika looked at them with very stunned eyes, and smiled slowly. "Aelita is pregnant. She's due in one-half Lyoko year. Oh, Goddess and glory…Little Lit is going to be a mother…"
Onya glanced wryly at the courtier who was still staring at Relika. "You'd better go prepare an announcement." She sighed, and looked at the still-stunned Relika. "And I'd better go fetch someone else to deliver the scroll." She swept out of the room, leaving the Witch alone.
"The prophecy is complete…" Relika's eyes almost seemed to be filled with tears. "A child…a true, partly-human, living child. This is a strange age indeed." Standing slowly, she gazed out the window for a moment, then left, tears still glittering, unbidden, in her eyes.
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One day later.
Aelita's gaze followed Jeremie as he moved about the room, almost regretting that she agreed to finally get dressed. Yes, it was her duty to begin reign as Queen, but still…
"AELITA!"
Both Aelita and Jeremie jumped, and looked at each other, stunned. "What on Lyoko…" The Queen got up and, walking to the door, pressed a hand to the surface, unlocking it. She stood back, and Relika strode in, her face white.
"Relika-what-"
The Witch had knelt at Aelita's feet, her black hair falling down to hide her face. Jeremie watch this, just as confused as his wife.
"Aelita…Jeremie…there is something you have to know." Relika looked up, and looked first her Queen, then her King, in the eyes. "Both of you." She stood, still white faced. "Aelita…you're…with child. The healer's report came back earlier today. You're pregnant."
Aelita's knees went out, and she sat on the resting chair, hard. Jeremie immediately ran to brace her from totally falling over. The pink-haired woman leaned against him, shaking. After a few stunned second, she looked up at Relika.
"Are you sure?"
Relika nodded. "As sure as the way the wind blows, Lit," she answered. "And there's another thing. You, unlike most, will live birth. Like a…" a small smile appeared. "Like a human birth."
Jeremie and Aelita exchanged amazed glances. Then, Jeremie placed a hand over his wife's lower stomach, a look of awe coming into his eyes. "A child…" he whispered, and Aelita looked up at him, her own eyes unreadable. Jeremie smiled, and cupping her cheek with his free hand, he leaned in and kissed her tenderly. Aelita's eyes fluttered closed, and she sighed.
"Oh, why must they always end news with a kiss?" Relika muttered, throwing her hands up in the air and stomping out of the room.
The couple parted, and Aelita grinned slightly. "That got rid of her," she commented, the familiar wicked glint back in her eyes. Her husband chuckled, and kissed her forehead.
"I love you, Aelita," he whispered. "You, and my little son or daughter." He rubbed her stomach gently, and Aelita smiled.
"We love you too," she told him, kissing his lips lightly. Jeremie simply smiled, and pulled her into his arms. A strange feeling was running though them both. Joy, awe, and just a little bit of fear. Aelita's own hand covered Jeremie's on her stomach, and she smiled, thinking of the little one growing inside of her. A heir. A child. She sighed, and rested her head back against her husband's chest.
"Thus begins a new age," she said softly. "An age of love."
"And of life," Jeremie added, squeezing her hand gently.
"So mote it be," the Queen whispered, and drifted off to sleep.
DA DA! The END! (tear). Actually there is one more thing after this, though it isn't really a chapter…thank you all for reviewing!