A/N: Sorry for any typos and grammatical errors. I do go back and read it over and over again, but I'm impatient and some stuff just slips by me! Please beat me if I commit the they're/their/there or here/ hear mistake.... ANYWAY! Would anyone like some warm and fuzzy fluff? Here ya go!
He kissed her warm lips.
"I'm going to be late!" she complained, though she didn't stop kissing him either.
"Let them wait for you," he told her, kissing her again.
"You're going to be late, too!" she warned him, stealing another kiss of her own.
He kissed her once again and sighed.
"Okay. Okay. Go on. I'll see you later?"
"You better," she answered.
He watched with an amused smile as she scampered around his room, gathering her various clothing items.
"Need any help?"
"Could you tie this?" she asked him, stepping into her skirt and turning her back to him.
He spied the loose ribbons and began to tie them tightly. When he was finished, he turned her around and kissed her again.
"Don't start that again," she told him, giggling.
"Neither one of us have to go..."
"I'm not listening to you." She stuck her fingers in her ears.
He kissed her again, kneeling on the bed.
"Bye!" she said and popped one last kiss on his lips before making her escape.
He flopped back into the bed.
There was a soft knock at the door.
"Your bath is ready, monsieur," he maid told him through the door.
"Okay! Thank you, Mariette."
He grabbed his robe and made his way to his bathroom. A tub of steaming water awaited him. He slid his body into the warm water. He quickly cleaned himself, wishing that he had some extra time to relax. He quickly took that wish back. He wouldn't trade one of those kisses for any extra time in life.
Hoped out of the tub and dried himself off as quickly as possible. He ran back to his room a dressed just as quickly. He then ran down the steps and out into the street, where he carriage was waiting for him.
His carriage passed over the Pont du Carrousel and turned left onto Rue de Rivoli. He pulled up in front of the Eglise de la Madeleine. He ran up the steps and into the church. He was meet by Monsieur and Madame Vichy.
"Édouard!" Vichy gave him a firm handshake. "Well done on closing that case. I am so proud of you! I've talked to my man in Marseille, and they will have you immediately! With a pay raise as well."
"Thank you, monsieur. I don't know how I'll ever repay you for your kindness."
"Nonsense! You worked hard and deserve all of the happiness that you shall no doubt receive."
"Thank you again."
"You better get going."
He nodded and made his way through the small crowd. Everyone took their seats. He stood next to the priest ans waited. The doors parted and there stood Léonie. His Léonie. She looked beautiful, dressed all in white. He smiled to himself, knowing that she shouldn't really be wearing white. He was going to be her husband anyway, so it didn't really matter.
She grinned widely at him as she made her way slowly down the aisle. She came to a stop in front of him. His eyes never left hers. He didn't hear a word that the priest had said, until he was nudged to say "I do."
"You may kiss your bride." Now that, he heard. He bent down to kiss his very lovely bride.
"May I present Monsieur and Madame Édouard Nicod!"
The congregation clapped, with some of his fellow detectives whooping and whistling.