A/N: Yeah, I thought this was a one-shot, I was wrong. :) One, maybe two chapters after this.

As soon as they were settled in a booth with their coffees (caramel macchiato with extra whipped cream for her, Americano for him), Molly smiled shyly at her fiancé. "They're never going to believe this, you know."

Sebastian chuckled. "People believe what they want to believe. The other deities think I'm a dull homebody and that you're your mother's daughter."

She stared at him. "How can anyone think you're dull? You're … you're like a thundercloud in the distance."

He smirked. "Are you saying that if I get too close, you'll get wet?"

Molly choked on her coffee, her cheeks burning. "I … um … maybe?" she squeaked after she stopped coughing.

Sebastian grinned knowingly.

Hours later, Molly numbly walked out of the Olympian palace, only vaguely aware of Sebastian silently holding her hand. Her mother had forbidden her to marry anyone and had even gone so far as to slap Sebastian's face for daring to woo her precious daughter.

Molly's foot caught on an uneven paving stone and she started to fall but his strong arms caught her. She buried her face in his broad chest and started to cry into his shirt. Sebastian held her close, one hand lightly stroking her hair.

"Forget about that bitch, Molly," he murmured. "You're three thousand years old, you don't need her permission to marry."

"I … I thought she wanted me to be happy."

"She would if she actually gave a damn about you." He placed a finger under her chin and raised it until their eyes met. "Forget her and everyone else who doesn't deserve you. Let me take you home."

She nodded, tears still running down her cheeks. He gently wiped them away then wrapped an arm around her shoulders, tucking her into his side then they vanished and reappeared in a cavernous (literally, she saw bats hanging upside-down from the ceiling) throne room. On a semi-circular slate dais, there was a throne carved from obsidian inlaid with more types of gems than Molly could name. Beside it was a throne of the same size carved from pure white marble.

Sebastian smiled nervously down at her, his arm still around her shoulders. "Do you like your throne? It's not done, of course. I'll leave the finishing details up to you."

She smiled up at him happily. "I love it already, thank you." She stood on her tiptoes to softly kiss his cheek.

He grinned at her, relaxing. "You're welcome." He softly kissed her forehead. "I'll show you where you're staying until the wedding."

"I'm not staying with you?" she asked, surprised.

"Anthea would kill me, you know that, and I really want to stay on the Goddess of Marriage's good side." He removed his arm from her shoulders then took her hand. "And even more than that, you deserve a fiancé who respects you. I don't expect you to suddenly be ready for sex after three thousand years of celibacy."

"Sebastian … thank you."

He softly kissed her forehead. "You're welcome, kitten."

He led her to the guestrooms, down the hall from the throne room. The room he gave her was large, airy, and somehow full of sunlight streaming from the windows and French doors, which showed a meadow full of wildflowers.

Enchanted, Molly took a step towards the doors then turned to him, utterly confused. "How-"

Sebastian grinned proudly. "It's a little complicated, but the back of the room is a topside portal. I've owned that patch of English countryside out there for over a century, waiting to give it to you. You won't lose your connection to the earth while you're down here." His grin faded and he ran a nervous hand through his hair. "You're … um … you're welcome to make this your bedroom after the wedding."

"Why would I want to do that?" she murmured as she wrapped her arms around his waist.

He raised an eyebrow, his arms still wrapping around her. "Because I'm not like you and I know you wouldn't be comfortable sharing a bed with me every night and-"

She cut him off with a soft kiss. "I don't need that much of my own space. This will be my sitting room; my bedroom will be the one I share with my husband."

The smile that spread across his face was like the sunrise.