A/N: A wild BWR appeared! *poof*

I'm happy that the lack of a legitimate wedding ceremony didn't cause a riot. In fact, about 80% of the people I asked seemed okay with me skipping it. Sorry, other 20%.

Hehe so we're reading Romeo and Juliet in my English class and my teacher has stopped correcting me when I call Benvolio Benny. She is still sort of confused though. She became even more confused when I started reading random Benvolio lines in a New York accent… "I do but keep the peace. Put up thy sword, Or manage it to part these men with me, Nicely."

And before I forget, in honor of Cameron who suggested this ship, Benny x Tony Stark, or BennIron Starkstreet, is fortotes canon. TEEHEEHEE

Also chapter updates may come less frequently for the next week-ish, because that production of Joseph I'm in is coming up soon. Don't worry, not abandoning. Just busy.

Ooh and I'm proud to announce that I have a detailed plan for the next six or so chapters of TBANC. yay!

So yeah here is this chapter, it's really short and useless. I have a feeling it might cause a riot, though. But I stand by my personal rules. Sorry.

BaconWrappedRainbows loves you.

-Me

Nicely Southstreet turned over, snuggling into his dozing husband's side. Benny opened his eyes at the touch.

"Couldn't sleep either, Nice'?" he muttered.

"No."

Benny smirked, also turning to face the other man.

Nicely sighed. "I still can't believe I'm married to you."

"You mean that in a good way, right?"

"Of course. But it all feels so…"

"Surreal?"

"Yeah…"

Benny smiled. "It sure does… It seems like yesterday when I bought that shirt from you…"

Nicely laughed at the memory. "Yeah… or the morning I woke up with you in my bed!"

"How about that awful singing lady who kissed you… what was her name?"

"Roxanne Katherine Kirke," Nicely answered, perfectly impersonating her voice.

Benny laughed. "Ah yes, how could I forget?"

"But it does just seem like a couple days ago that all this happened…"

"Mm… I guess time flies when you're havin' fun."

"I guess it does."

The older of the two smiled. "And now we're actually married."

Nicely smiled back. "Yeah… I'm finally Nicely Southstreet."

"So you are," the other replied.

"You know," said Nicely, "even though I had to dress as a girl for our wedding, it was still better than anything I ever imagined."

"I feel the same. This was the best day of my life."

"But, Benny, even though Adelaide took half an hour to get all that makeup off, I still feel like I'm wearin' it."

The taller man chuckled softly. "I don't think you are, sweetheart. You look like normal again."

Nicely squirmed into Benny's arms. "Benny, was I really that pretty as a doll?"

"Yes, you most certainly were."

"Do you think I look that good as a guy?"

"Of course!"

"Hm… That's good, 'cause I ain't never gonna dress like a doll again."

Benny brushed a kiss to Nicely's forehead. "That's okay. You won't need to." He paused, before adding: "Although, to be completely honest, I did like slippin' you outta that dress."

Nicely blushed, but smiled anyway. "Oh?"

"Yeah."

Benny gently pushed Nicely onto his back, leaning over the smaller man to kiss him. Nicely slid his arms around Benny's shoulders, pulling his husband down further. The older of the two slowly parted his lips, and his tongue slid into the other's mouth. Nicely let his tongue caress his husband's, drawing a soft moan from Benny. They broke apart a few moments later. Benny lay his head on Nicely's chest; Nicely smirked before he ran his fingers through the other man's dark hair.

Benny hummed in contentment at Nicely's touch.

"Benny?"

"Mm?"

"Is it only dresses that you'd like to get me out of?"

The older man chuckled. "Not necessarily, no."

Nicely ran his fingers through Benny's hair one last time before his hands lowered to his sides, a smile crossing his face. "Well, what other kinds of clothes?"

"Hm… Well, other than wedding gowns, I'd be fine with… a suit, maybe? Or just a casual outfit. Anything, really."

"So, you'd get me out of any kind of clothes?"

"If you'd like me to."

"Benny, are you suggestin' what I think you are?" The younger man teased.

"What d'you think I'm suggestin', Nice'?" Benny replied in the same tone, raising his head off Nicely's chest.

Nicely blushed. "Well, you know… that you'd like to…"

"To what, my Princess?"

"Uh…"

Benny chuckled, kissing his husband on the cheek. "If you're wondering," he whispered in Nicely's ear, "I wouldn't mind takin' off what you're wearing right now."

Benny pulled away and looked a smirking Nicely in the eye. "Only if you're okay with it, though," he clarified.

"Well… I suppose I'd be okay with it…"

"You would?"

"Mm-hm."

Benny smiled. "Alright."

The elder of the two newlyweds slowly reached his hands under Nicely's shirt, before gently lifting it over his head and dropping it on the floor. Benny turned his full attention to his husband's newly exposed skin, running over every inch of his bare chest with his eyes, then hands.

"Are you gonna take off the rest of my clothes, Benny, or just my shirt?"

"Uh…"

"It's okay, I'm ready."

"Nicely, I wasn't suggestin'…"

"Well I am."

Benny raised his eyebrows. "Oh?"

Nicely sat up, pushing the other man into a similar position. "Benny, we've known each other for three years, been best friends for nearly that long, been dating for ten months, and now we're married." He leaned close to the taller man, arms wrapping around his shoulders. "I'm ready."

Benny smiled. "Well, if you insist…" he said with false reluctance, and then kissed Nicely at the base of his neck, arms wandering to his waist. He then leaned forward, laying the smaller man back down.

"Just get to it, okay? No need to be tentative," Nicely said.

"Patience, babe."

"Mm..."