One Week Later

You were standing at the altar, in a familiar white dress (the same one from the photo shoot, as Matt had wanted). You're hair was down and wavy, resembling a Disney princess'. You were next to Matt, clad in a white tux. Mello stood near Matt, chewing smugly on a chocolate bar. The reason for his palpable smugness was because a certain white-haired boy was just sitting in a pew, not in the procession.

For the vows, Matt had just given a shrug and said, "I haven't smoked in three hours."

You had frowned and nearly slapped him for his comment, but he quickly added, "Which means I must love you a lot."

The air conditioning was on full blast, keeping you cool from any and all sweat that may leak out of your pores.

When it was your turn to say your vows, you could hardly speak. You weren't good with displaying affection, especially in public. You just shrugged.

"C'mon, Hail! At least say somethin'. I did."

You looked down at the ring Matt had given you. It was a large diamond (stolen, probably) and a silver band around it. You didn't like gold.

"I..." you sighed. "I think that.." you wanted to call this the best day of your life, but you couldn't say it in front of Near. Did he really love you? Impossible, right?

"There will never be anything quiet like this," you finished, smiling.

Matt seemed satisfied. The rest of the wedding went by like a dream.

Before you got in the car, Near handed you a flower. His voice was strong when he said, "congratulations."

And then you were in a car, Matt at the wheel, you in the passenger seat, driving to God knows where. You were staring at Matt. Literally staring. You weren't blinking, you were barely breathing. At a red light, Matt looked at you.

"What the hell?" he asked, You blushed. He hugged you. "Don't just stare at me like that. At least say something."

You couldn't possibly say anything. Your mind was whirling with embarrassing thoughts. God, he looks hot. That was the worst one. No, you wouldn't tell him that.

Three hours later, you pulled into a five star hotel.

"Ritzy, huh?" you asked. Your big eyes widened.

Mat shrugged. "It's not good enough for you, but it's the best I can get."

You blushed again. Matt sure had a habit of saying what was on his mind. You weren't sure if that was good or not. Matt smiled at you and pulled your suitcases out of the back seat.

He carried them into the hotel, an impatient smile on his face.

Then it hit you.

This was the honeymoon.

Fuck.

--

As soon as you got to your room, Matt started.

"So... what do you want to... do?" He acted innocent, but you saw through that act. A blind man could see through that act.

You sat on the queen sized bed, the only bed in the room. "Let's watch TV!" you exclaimed, grabbing the clicker.

He frowned. "I'll turn the air conditioner on."

"Too cold."

"Extra blankets."

You frowned. It wasn't like you didn't want to, it was just a poor body image.

Matt rubbed his hands over your shoulders. He hugged you close to him. "Please?" he begged.

You looked at your lap and cracked your knuckles three different ways.

Matt's voice was serious. "You don't have to be nervous."

You looked up at your husband. "No, I can't."

He kissed your cheek. "It'll be fine. There's nothing to be worried about."

His voice was so comforting, so sturdy. Damn it. You couldn't refuse him. "Alright."

All too eagerly, he unzipped your dress and seemed to pull you out of it. You scurried under the blankets, almost terrified. He chuckled.

"Really, there's nothing to worry about." He pulled off his shirt. You stared at the wall to keep yourself from staring at him.

You pulled of your underwear, but somehow he was already undressed. He turned on the air conditioning and climbed under the blankets as well.

He kissed your neck. You slapped your thighs together, afraid.

"Hail, please," Matt sighed. "This is unfair. I finally get to see you naked since age nine and you're scared to death."

You frowned.

"It'll only hurt for a minute," he insured. He didn't get that you weren't afraid of the pain. Well, you weren't anticipating it, but that wasn't why you were afraid. You sure as hell didn't think you were good enough, that's all. But he didn't seem to think there was anyone else for him. Even Mello had said so. You took a deep breath.

Your muscles relaxed and Matt smiled. He got on top of you, promising to be as careful as possible.

There was a pain, but not as bad as you had expected. There was a little blood, too, but it wasn't so bad, either. After about a minute, maybe less, the pain went away and turned into a feeling you couldn't describe.

Matt was obviously not a virgin, which pissed you off quite a bit. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he told you exactly what to do. Your bodies seemed to be in sync, but that might have been just because Matt was in charge of the whole thing. A few minutes into it, something happened inside of you. You were intensified, and for the first time, you let out a loud moan.

When you quieted down, Matt stopped for a second. He looked down at you, a sweaty mess, and smiled. He kissed you so hard that it hurt. When you couldn't push him off, you bit his lip.

He looked at you, eyes wide from the bite. There was a huge smile on his face. He whispered to himself, "I made you do that. I did it."

You wanted to ask what he meant, but you couldn't form words. When you didn't say anything, he continued.

The whole thing lasted about seven minutes. You got dressed almost immediately, but he didn't feel the need to. You fell asleep on his chest.

--

Ring! Ring!

It was two am. You felt Matt's arm stretch to the side table and pick up his phone.

"Mello?" he asked groggily. "No, you didn't interrupt anything." His voice was annoyed.

Then he sat up. "Right now? When, then? Okay, I'll be there."

"What happened?" you asked.

"Mello needs me. We have to go. Now." Matt jumped out of bed and got dressed. He pulled the suitcases to the car and you checked out.

--

"Mello, what exactly do I have to do?" Matt asked when you were back at the hideout. It was about four am now.

You frowned at the looks you were getting. Smiles and snickers and I-know-you-had-sex looks. "Shut up, everyone!" you yelled.

Matt hugged you. "Leave her alone," he commanded. The looks stopped.

Mello told Matt the gist of whatever was happening.

"Hail, honey, I'll be home tomorrow night, ok?" Matt asked. "We'll finish our honeymoon, I promise."

There was a roar from the men, and Matt laughed, too.

"That's not funny!" you growled.

Matt kissed you. "I have to work a few things out with Mello."

You nodded and went to bed, sad and angry, but too tired to do anything about it.

It was the morning of January 26, 2013.