A/N this is a little drabshot from the FFF universe. SPOILER ALERT: Do not read on if you want to finish FFF first!

It takes place about 3 months or so after Anna and John's secret wedding in St. Andrews. It's in Drabbles now, but it will be incorporated into the regular FFF when I get back to it.

John was in conversation with three reporters, two taking notes and the other with a small tape recorder. Although he was deeply engaged in his interview, he noticed immediately when the door opened and Anna entered the room. A smile spread across his face and into his eyes.

"Excuse me, gentlemen," he said politely, already directing his full attention to the other side of the room, "but my…" he hesitated for the merest fraction of a second, almost saying wife, "fiance has just arrived and I haven't seen her in over two weeks."

The reporters were mumbling things like "Of course" and "No problem", but John was already gone.

"Hello," he grinned, when he was finally next to her.

"Hello," she smiled back, straightening her dress, "Will I do?"

He stepped into her, placing his right hand on her hip and pulling her toward himself. He kissed her neck and whispered into her ear, "You look ravishing, Mrs. Bates."

She ran her hand toward the back of his neck and played with the well groomed hairs there. They looked into each other's eyes before he bent and kissed her. Beginning chastely, his kiss quickly deepened into something more. Anna could feel herself melting on the spot, but she pushed him away before they lost complete control.

"None of that now, Mr. Bates."

John chuckled, "None of what?"

"I see those smoky eyes and I feel your hand wandering toward the base of my spine. I know exactly where this is heading."

"Oh," he cocked an eyebrow, "and where is that?"

"To a quick shag in the back of the car, probably," she laughed.

"Mmmm, I afraid you're wrong there. I didn't bring the car."

"A broom closet then."

"A broom closet? My, my, you are a naughty girl."

"I'm not the one with the smouldery eyes, Mr. Bates," Anna protested playfully.

"No. You're not," John pretended to pout, "and I'm wondering why. You haven't gone off me now we're married, have you?"

"Silly beggar," Anna couldn't believe how much she had missed bantering with her husband in the time they were apart. "Do my eyes really say nothing?"

"Actually, do you know what your eyes remind me of love?"

Anna shook her head, waiting for John to continue.

"When you're flirting with me like this, your eyes get a certain sparkle in them that they don't get any other time. It reminds me of the bubbles in champagne."

"Champagne?"

"That's right, champagne. Only far more intoxicating." He brushed his fingers through the hair lying at her neck and pulled her in for another kiss. "Shall we go find a broom closet somewhere?"

She took a step back, "We shall not. Now tell me, what do you think of my dress? It's new."

"It's beautiful darling, really. I can't wait until I'm taking it off of you on the couch at home."

He kissed her yet again but she managed to mumble, "The couch? You're not taking me to the bedroom?"

"Mmmm," he mumbled into her lips, "the bedroom's further from the door. I can't wait that long."

"Speaking of waiting," she began more seriously, "I'm sorry I'm so late. My PowerPoint took forever to finish and then the train was late and I had to stop by the flat to drop my luggage and get dressed."

"No worries love. I'm just happy you're safe and you're finally here." He looked over his shoulder at the room full of people, "I was in the middle of an interview when you arrived. I guess I'd better get back to it."

He placed his hand in the small of his wife's back and led her into the crowded room.

To be continued...