Warning: Rated for subject matter.

The main characters of this story are based on characters from the cartoon 'Code Lyoko.' I do not own, nor do I claim, any copyright to these characters.


Ah, Paris!

The woman looked out of the balcony of their suite at the Paris skyline. Tonight was clear and the lights were beautiful. Of course, she didn't care if it was clear or there was a thunderstorm raging outside. What she was interested in, what she was looking forward to, was not outside. It was inside. It encircled her waist with his arms.

"And how are we feeling, Mrs. Thompson?" whispered her husband of a few hours, Taylor.

"Well, you're off to a good start, anyway," she replied.

She turned and embraced him. After a moment, the newlyweds separated.

"I need to get out if this thing if I'm going to be doing anything tonight," Ann Thompson told her husband.

He smiled and asked, "want some help? I've had a little experience in that area."

"Removing wedding dresses?"

"Dresses in general."

She smiled and went into the bathroom. She struggled to get undressed, so much so she almost called Taylor in to help her, but the dress finally capitulated and she was free of it.

She put on the nightgown she purchased for tonight, a jewel tone green one that showed off her figure. She took a quick look into the bedroom, and saw Taylor already in bed, waiting. From what she could see from his face and other areas, he was anxiously awaiting her arrival.

She framed herself seductively in the doorway of the bathroom, and got a wolf's whistle for her trouble. She then sauntered over to the bed, like a leopard stalking her prey.

She sat down on her side of the bed and was about to join him under the covers when she saw it, an envelope. She had put it there when they first got to the room, meaning to open it. She lost track of time after that.

So instead of settling into her husband's arms, she sat back on the bed and opened the envelope. Taylor got a questioning look on his face as he watched her.

"What's that" he asked.

"Something Yumi Ishiyama gave me right before we left," Ann replied, "when she gave it to me, she told me not to open it until I came to bed."

"And you listened to her," was the reply.

"Look, Master Guns, she was the reason our relationship came to the head the way it did," Ann told him, "if I hadn't caught her making out with her boyfriend out at the base that weekend, you wouldn't be here waiting to enjoy the fruit of Momma Grace's labor."

Ann opened the envelope. Inside was a card and a foil packet, a condom. He laughed when she saw it.

"A rubber? Hell, I've got a footlocker full, back at my rack," Taylor said, reaching over to grab a strip of his own foil packets.

Ann then read the card:

Let It Be Known To All that Ms. Ann Maisy Grace, now Mrs. Ann Thompson,

Is a Member In Good Standing of The Order Of The Green Condom.

By the Breaking Of The Seal Of The Packet, She has Pledged to Seek And Provide As Much Pleasure to Herself and Her Husband as She is Able.

Let All Who Meet Her Honor Her for Her Efforts.

Signed,

Yumi Ishiyama, Founder

She smiled when she read the message. She then looked at the packet for a moment, then opened it.

"Put yours away, we'll use them later. I wouldn't want to let the other Members down."