"Anya…" She heard someone whisper in her ear. She was too tired to wake up and just wanted to sleep.

"Leave me alone." She murmured.

She heard a chuckle, and then felt a hand on her shoulder, gently shaking her.

"Anya, wake up, we're here." A man's voice, a voice she knew all too well.

It was Artie, her husband.

She sighed loudly enough for him to hear her and opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was Artie's blue eyes and blonde hair.

He was smiling down at her, admiring her.

The way he always smiled at her made her feel so loved and special and she felt that nothing could ruin her happiness with him.

She sat up and stretched.

She knew what he meant from saying they were here. He meant their honeymoon.

"How long was I out?" She asked as Artie pulled her closer to him. Her body fitting perfectly into his, like a puzzle piece.

"Ever since the wedding." He smiled, his eyes glinting.

"Wow, that's a long time." She answered as she starts to remember the events of their wedding hours before.

Artie, standing near the altar, waiting for her in his royal wedding clothes.

Anya in a long white wedding gown with a veil covering her face and the train of the gown trailing behind.

She was nervous but when she saw him, she could only concentrate on him and struggled with not trying to run into his arms, her place of safety and warmth.

She remembers the look on his face when he saw her walking down the aisle.

Full of pride, joy, and love, lots and lots of love.

She remembers his words when the preacher asked if he wanted her. "I do," he said. "I take this beautiful woman that I've come to love over the years as my wife, my lover, and my best friend."

She blushed when the audience awed at him but he simply smiled and lifted the veil.

Before he kissed her, she said, "I love you, Arthur Pendragon You're the one I want to spend my life with. Here and afterwards."

He leaned down and kissed her tenderly with his love and he dipped her while she wrapped her arms around his neck.

She didn't concentrate on the audience, whistling and cheering and yelling.

She concentrated only on his lips moving against her own, the spark, the electricity and the tingle, increased by their bond, his hands roaming her back, lingering at the small of her back, his sign of wanting more.

After the wedding, they cut the cake together, took pictures, snuck kisses, and danced.

She was in her own bubble of happiness and felt lucky that she had the one thing she wanted the most.

Love.

Artie didn't know how to dance but she didn't mind, as long as she was in his arms.

When it was time go to their honeymoon, she changed from her wedding gown into a simple dress that fit her perfectly, showing off her curves.

She'd always prefer her old clothes where she could actually move. She didn't understand how princesses wore those big ball gowns that were so poofy that when you sit down, it blew up like a big balloon.

Anya only wore it if it involved going to big meeting with Artie or to a party. She hated those big dresses but she only tolerated it for Artie's sake.

That was the only reason.

"Well, you do like to sleep a lot." He said as the carriage came to a stop, clearing her mind from the previous events.

"Whoa," The dirver said as he calmed the horses. "We're here, your majesty."

"Thank you," Artie said as he descended down the stairs. "For driving us here."

He watched as Anya skillfully jumped down.

As usual, she went straight to the horses, her favorite animal.

She petted and talked to the horses as if they were humans and understood every word that left her lips.

She was different somehow, and Artie noticed that she was glowing, smiling more often and laughing a lot ever since they dated but this time it was stronger, now that they were officially married.

He took out their bags and then paid the driver.

"Thank you, your majesty."

The driver took it and rode off.

"So, " Anya asked as she grabbed her bags from him and walked towards the cottage. "We're here for a week, right?"

"Yes, yes we are."

"Good, cause I am about to collapse. I am so exhausted and this dress is so not helping. I feel like ripping it off!"

Artie shook his head and chuckled. He secretly liked seeing how much of a fuss she put up whenever she was forced to wear dresses.

Frankly, Artie didn't mind what she wore, but dresses did make Anya look more elegant, showing off her curves.

"Stop laughing!" she said as she opened the door.

He stopped but the smile didn't leave his face.

She gasped.

"What? What is it?" Artie said as he quickly joined her side.

"Artie, did you do this?" she gestured to the inside of the room, no longer staring at him.

He followed her sight and smiled.

The was bed was moderate sized, fit for two people and was shaped like a heart with the color of bright red.

On the bed was a portrait of Artie and Anya, smiling and holding each other lovingly. Surrounding the portrait were petals of pink and res roses.

Next to the bed were lit candles on top of the dresser.

Artie knew she loved romantic things and Artie was a big romantic. If he ever had the chance before he met Anya, he was sure he could've won Guin over but now he didn't care anymore.

Only Anya got to see his romantic side, got to see many things.

"Yes, I did." He managed to have it prepared the day before when he told Anya he had something to do. "I wanted to show you how much I love you and I do."

When Anya looked up at him, her whole expression changing.

Something Artie saw frequently.

It was open, letting Artie see her emotions play on her face, filled with love, lust and appreciation.

Her smile beaming with a glow, enhancing her sincerity.

She was speechless and tried to speak through lump filled throat.

"This…I…I…You..."

"Anya," He whispered, interrupting her. He grabbed her bag and placed it next to the door.

She presses her body against his, their bodies automatically recognizing the other and immediately adjusting to each other.

He leaned down and kissed her gently.

He knew that she liked sweet, gentle, tender kisses filled with his love. When they pulled away for air, they made their way to the bed and he gently removed the portrait and placed it against the wall.

She went to the windows and was about to close the curtains when her senses kicked in and were heightened when she saw a shadow move in the trees. She focused her eyesight more to see anything but there was nothing there.

It was too dark, she didn't have time to close the curtains when Artie came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her stomach, placing his chin on her shoulder.

"What ya cha doing?" he whispered as he nuzzled her neck, kissing her gently.

"Nothing, just looking"

She knew that Artie had changed a lot. He was hardly the boy she met 2 years ago. He was different.

He was bolder, braver, and stronger.

She turned around, placing her hands on his chest.

"I have to change," she whispered. She was going to change, but not in the way he was expecting.

He kissed her lightly before going to sit on the bed and began taking off his shoes and rubbing his neck.

She walked slowly to Artie, who had a confused expression on his face.

She slowly slid down her dress, painfully slow and Artie was having trouble controlling himself as she tortured him.

After what felt like hours which only was a couple of seconds, she stepped out of her dress and walked slowly towards him.

She was wearing a light red bra that accentuated her skin tone and matching panties that hung low on her hip.

Slowly, she raised a leg swiftly over his lap and straddled him, sitting on top of his growing manhood.

"So," she whispered, her tone seductive as she places her arms lazily on his shoulders. Artie had placed his hands on her hips, holding her. "Mr. Pendragon. I expect this honeymoon to be the best. Do you plan on making my wishes a reality, your majesty?"

This was always their secret, their code, when it came to sex. No one knew about it and never will. It was their little fantasy, a fantasy that Artie really wanted to have right now.

"Only," he whispered huskily in her ear, causing her to shudder. "If you let me fulfill my own"

Without realizing it, Anya had already began moving her groin over his, slowly, causing him to grip her harder.

Again, he whispered, his voice husky and turned on, "That's going to be a problem if you keep doing that, Mrs. Pendragon."

They both liked the sound of it. It made her feel special, complete, like it was meant to be there.

She answered him with a kiss on his neck, a hungry kiss that made him shudder as she bit him ever so gently which, always aroused him more.

She felt him harden underneath her and she whimpered softly.

Unconsciously, she ground her hips harder, wanting to feel him inside her .

Artie's hand skimmed her smooth back and shoulders.

He kissed her neck as she threw back her head, giving him more access.

He left sizzling trails of kisses down her neck, collarbone, the top of her chest and back up her jaw and nibbling her ear.

She shuddered in pleasure as gripped him harder by the shoulders, both grunting as she ground her hips against his.

She pushed him down onto the bed, causing the petals to flutter and she crawled over him like a cat, with lust in her eyes.

"These.." she said as she tugged at his tunic, "Need to come off."

She straddled his waist as he took of his tunic, then pulled her down for hungry, lust filled kiss.

His hands skimmed down her ass and squeezed gently.

She moaned into his mouth as he went back up to the clasp of her bra.

He let his tongue slide out, licking her bottom lip, and she gladly let him in.

Their tongues collided, recognizing each other and danced, twirled, and jumped around each other, tasting each other.

Anya moved her hips on Artie's hardened manhood, causing him groan and grip her harder.

Artie pulled away and whispered in her ear, "I need to feel your skin against mine."

This was a message and she knew what he wanted, so she sat up and let Artie take off her bra.

She stood on her knees and pulled down his pants, leaving him in his boxers, his erection popping out proudly.

"Someone's ready, I see," she whispered as she pressed her body against his once more, feeling his heat sap into her own body.

She was hiding her breasts from him in his chest so he could fulfill his own fantasies.

He flipped them over, taking the dominate position.

He kissed her neck, her beasts, collarbone, and stomach all the way down to where her panties were.

She moaned in pleasure as he gently massaged her over the cloth to relax her. He knew when they had sex for the first time that she needed to be relaxed, to make her feel ready, but mostly to hear her moan out his name.

"Oh, yes, Artie, Yes!" she gasped as pushed his hand harder into her, massaging her, feeling her wetness.

His erection was throbbing painfully now but he wanted her to beg. He removed his hands and pressed his bulging erection over her womanhood, over the cloth. "See what you do to me?"

She moaned and automatically pushed herself down, not remembering she was still in her panties.

Whenever Artie wanted to make love to her, something inside him awakened, something he never knew he was capable of.

Like the time he followed her into the forest.

Flashback

"It's beautiful." I said I got closer to her and this time, she didn't move. She didn't reply back. I could feel her warmth leaving her body and going into mine.

"You know…" I began and I hadn't realized that I was holding her hand. When did I do that? She pulled away hastily.

"I think you're very beautiful." She blushed madly and looked away. What the hell was wrong with me? I never would have said this on my own accord. I didn't think.. It was like something inside me was waking up and was making me feel something brave and bold.

I should be scared but I'm not and I don't know why.

"Oh…um…thanks…I guess." She said, struggling for her words.

I slowly walked up to her, yelling at myself to stop but I couldn't. She moved back.

"W-what are you doing?" I didn't feel fear, heck I should be, I mean, she could kill me if she wanted with her bare hands. But I wasn't scared I felt brave, bold and I liked it.

Then what I said next shocked me.

"You should stop backing away. I'm not going to hurt you." I said softly. What the heck? Why am I saying this? I know I can't hurt her but I also know I shouldn't tell her what to do, the way she acted was enough warning.

"S-stop or I'll hurt you."

"No, you won't. I trust you." She stopped. Oh, god. What am I saying? I know you won't hurt me. How the heck was I suppose to know she wasn't going to hurt me. She could kill me on the spot with hands behind her back, but I should be drowning in fear like I always was but I couldn't. I just felt strong, and bold.

I slowly grabbed her hands and felt the electricity go through me and the tingle and heat that accompanied it.

"You feel that don't you? I feel it too." I said and then I pulled her closer. God, why can't I stop?

I slowly wrapped an arm around her waist with newfound confidence, surprised at how familiar this felt.

"Don't worry, I won't harm you. I know you won't hurt me." I murmured softly. How could I be so sure that she won't hurt me? What am I even saying? This is nothing like me, nothing at all.

I was still holding her hand and I slowly placed a kiss on her cheek, then her neck and down her collarbone.

I touched her face with our hands entwined and smiled. I leaned in slowly and my heart started to hammer in my chest. I placed a soft kiss on her lips and I felt a little dizzy when I pulled away. That kiss was intoxicating. It was like 4th of July, New Year's Eve and Christmas fireworks all together.

Her eyes were slightly draped and I couldn't help but wonder if she felt that too.

But what shocked me the most was what she did next. She moved my hands on her waist and she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me.

At first, it was soft but then she started to give more passion into the kiss and I tightened my arms around her waist, never wanting to let her go, never wanting this feeling to go away.

She pushed her body against my own.

I started to push her slowly, instinct taking over.

One of my arms left her waist and trailed the sides of her body and down her leg. My hand grabbed one of her legs and lifted it up slowly.

I rested her leg on my waist and left my hand on her thigh. We pulled away from the kiss for air. I quickly kissed her neck, down her jaw, and on her collarbone. I kissed her lips again and she tightened her grip on me.

"Artie." She said in between kisses.

"Mmm." I said. I was too busy kissing her to pay attention

"It's getting hot." she said.

"Then, let's take off this top…"What the heck did I just say? When I'm kissing her being with her like this, it makes me act like someone totally different, more bolder and for once I'm actually liking it.

I placed one of my hands under her top and trailed upwards. I removed my hand from her leg and went to her back to pull the string.

She pushed me away

"W-we shouldn't. It's almost night time. We should get going." She said as she lowered her leg.

"Alright, but does this mean we're…you know…" I asked, my mind was fuzzy and I felt weird.

"I-I-I don't know. I need to think. I'm sorry. I need time." she said.

"Alright, I won't rush you and I'm willing to wait." I winked at her and placed a kiss on her forehead and left.

What the heck was wrong with me? That wasn't me at all but I also liked how I felt. I liked how I was in control for the first time.

Flashback ends.

He knew he shouldn't have but he did. He knew she could break him into pieces if he ventured to close but something inside him wasn't scared. He was feeling confident.

Artie kissed her neck harder and bit her, causing her to grasp his shoulder tightly and moan in his ear, which caused him to groan.

She didn't know that he was capable of this, turning her on so much, that it was pure pleasurable torture.

Artie had muscles that were just right, thank to his Aunt Lillian training. She touched his shoulders, down his chest, back up again, causing him to groan and push his erection on to her, their hips matching perfectly.

"Oh, yes, Anya, come on…" he whispered urgently in her ear as he used his other hand to pull her panties down.

As he flung it off, he leaned down and captured her lips again hungrily, she reacting to his kiss.

He pulled back and kissed her neck again. His hand skimming over her breasts as she arched her back to give him more access.

He gingerly touched her hardened nipples, squeezing gently then thumbing her nipples.

She moaned over and over as he squeezed, pulled and tweaked her nipple.

Gently, he leaned down, licked and sucked.

"OH, god, Artie…" she couldn't speak, she was too aroused.

She turned her head as Artie switched attention on her breasts, saw a face in the window, blinked, momentarily forgetting that Artie was kissing her neck.

Did she imagine it or was someone watching?

"Artie.." she whispered, wanting to tell him about the face but he, however, was too focused on pleasing her. She was about to tell him when she felt his erection touch her opening, causing her to forget and grip Artie by his neck.

Artie knew it was time and touched her opening gently; she knew what he was signaling and quickly took off his boxers.

She kissed his neck, shoulders as he teased her opening by letting his tip touch her. He groaned and felt how wet she was.

"Please…just…" it was torture for her but he didn't let her finish as he kissed her harder again. He could feel her moving her hip down so his erection could go inside but he kept pulling out.

"Please…Artie…" she whimpered, desperately wanting to have him in her.

"Say..it.." he was fighting the urge to plunge into her. "Say it…beg…"

"Oh, god…Artie…please! I need you in me! Please! Just fuck me…" he wasn't surprised by her profanity, if anything it aroused him more.

He positioned between her thighs, gently nudging them wider,his legs, elbows and kees bearing all of his weight.

They kissed as his hips moved closer and gently inserted him inside her.

They both gasped and moaned as he pushed inside her more.

She clutched the bed sheet and arched her back as he set a pace, pushing in and out of her.

She was grinding her hips with him inside and it felt so good to the both of them.

He moaned as he continued to felt her walls contracting around him, squeezing him with the perfect amount of pressure he oh so required.

"Faster…harder…" she begged while Artie placed his hands on her hip, thrusting deeper and deeper into her.

She was openly moaning, yelling out his name.

Artie realized he lost his rhythm, pulling himself almost completely out and ramming back into her with so much force, she was pushed up and down against the bed.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and clutched desperately his neck, kissing his jaw and nibbling his ear.

"Oh, god Anya, so, tight…" he groaned as they rocked harder into each other. They were kissing fiercely now and he grinded relentlessly into him, their moans intensifying.

They shuddered and shivered as they were near their end. She was screaming now, with Artie moaning alongside her.

"So, close…" he said as he picked up his pace, going faster and faster.

Her wall tightened and she released with Artie right after her. She felt him fill her up, her own juices coating him.

He fell forward, careful not to crush her.

He was still inside and waited until she released her grip on him.

He pulled out gently, placing kisses on her neck and settled beside her in bed. He covered them up with the covers and pulled her against him, her breasts touching his chest,

Instinctively, she curled against and him and snuggled her head in his neck.

"I love you, Anya," he whispered, kissing the top of her head and stroking her hair.

"I love you, too" she whispered, falling asleep quickly, dreaming about him.

He felt her relax and hugged her, falling asleep, making sure she was beside him.