A/N: The chronology for this is a little messed up, I don't really have a lot to build on so I've pulled events that happened after to the front. Though I don't think it'll be too weird of a transition, the events and scenes are decently suitable. This fic is, once again, outdated cuz writer's block and writing this sort of stuff for people I know seem to go hand-in-hand. But hey, it's done.

I chose this title because it was the big day xD I'm really late, aren't I?

Oh, and Ed came back. Hurray for dad :D

"We are the legion, we are Great Madness!" ~Reaza

This is for Kex, with all my love, from your Kao-chan.

Fourteenth of May

Sometimes I wonder what my life would have been like, had I not met him.

He was a sorcerer, a dragon-winged Guardian serving in Ariel's light, a fellow Daeva sworn fealty to the legion of Great Madness. He was bright, funny, playful and mischievous, his pale silver hair always spiked up in a messy and yet rather fashionable hairdo. He was Kexypitch, my legionmate, my friend and confidant, and now my partner for life. He was the other half of me, the one who would always make me laugh, and the one who would happily spend all his time with me and indulge my spontaneous conversations.

Sometimes, I really do wonder.

I truly began to know him that day, when he and Bahiam had generously agreed to assist me in my ventures against Kraterr, King of all fire spirits and the Lord of Flame. Before that, he was only just another legionmate, a sorcerer whom I recognized as one of Great Madness but had not really known in person. Bahiam had agreed to tank for me, and Kex had lent us the entire magnitude of his power as a mage – and with me filling the post of healer, we managed to bring down Kraterr after a long, strenuous battle.

I was, of course, beyond delighted and infinitely grateful, not only to Bah but also to this yet-unknown sorcerer who had joined us in this crazy adventure. I was awed by the extent of his strength as a mage, and in an attempt to get to know him better, I started chatting with him. We began talking, Kex and I, first as legionmates then as close friends, joking and laughing around whenever we would meet. He could always find the most amusing answers to the plainest topics, and I soon found his witty, mischievous attitude fun and engaging, enough to match my own eccentricities and bursts of random spontaneity, and grew to eagerly look forward to our every conversation. He would always play along with whatever I was stringing him on, as I would him – and it would all end in shrieks of laughter as everything boiled down to who could outsmart the other in as funny a way as possible.

As the days went on, we grew closer. After seeing him in action, I'd secretly admired his immense elemental strength and also his lively, jazzy personality. He would assist me in my quests and campaigns, setting time aside to spend with me and lending me the benefit of his magic and his presence to make my work that much easier. We spent so much time together, fighting side-by-side, but more often we would just sit together somewhere in a secluded spot and talk, just the two of us, sometimes for hours on end. There was no end to the things we could talk about, and even though we were different in more ways than one, we soon found out that we were also very alike.

Now, as I kissed my husband goodbye before he left to Katalam for a weeklong mission, I recalled fondly our first kiss, beside a small creek in Verteron.

As close friends then, we loved to steal away to secret places to sit together and talk without outside interference, just admiring the scenery and each other's company. A little alcove in a cliff-wall overlooking the sea, the top of a great rock where we could watch the sunset, a little creek in Verteron's forests, surrounded by greenery and the gurgling of clear, cold water. The creek gradually became a favorite, and soon we went there almost every day, spending every free moment we had with each other, just endlessly talking and laughing away, and eventually beginning to flirt with each other.

And it was there that we took that one step further.

Sitting side-by-side on a boulder, it was a companionable silence as we watched tiny fish dart around in the creek, little flashes of silver against the pebbly brown-black of the riverbed. Kex chuckled as a stick brought along by the current scattered a small school of the fish, then turned towards me, a peaceful smile on his face, a faint sense of anticipation somehow hanging in the air.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured softly, reaching out to lightly brush his thumb across my lips, his gaze reverently fixated upon me. It was almost dream-like, watching everything unfold as if from an outsider's point of view. Long fingers trailed across my skin, and slipped under my chin to gently tilt my head upwards.

I looked up into his coal-black eyes, so bright and vibrant, so close to me. My lips parted ever so slightly – I knew with astounding clarity exactly what was going to happen, and yet I found that I could not, would not resist it. A heartbeat later, his lips settled on mine, feather-light and hesitating, giving me the room to pull away if I wanted. My eyelids fluttered shut at the gentle contact, my fingers inching forward and curling around his wrist. The warmth of his proximity and the fresh mint of his aether wrapped around me, until he was all I was aware of. My heart was racing, a staccato beat against my ribcage as I leaned further into him, lost in the sensation.

When it was clear I would not resist, his hand at my chin moved to the back of my neck, holding me as his kiss became sure, slanting and deliciously firm against my lips.

In the back of my mind I was vaguely aware that this was Kexy, sweet funny handsome Kexy who was kissing me, who had his fingers in my short blue hair and those of his other hand laced between my own. Kexy, who had spent so much time with me, who had made taking this step feel so natural, so perfect. Somewhere along the way, I had fallen for his smile, for his personality, how sweet he was sometimes, how he always seemed to know exactly what I was thinking. I'd thought I had simply admired him. Perhaps, I was wrong.

We broke apart, slowly and reluctantly, the need for air more the cause than anything else, grinning dazedly. A moment later, we both broke into giddy laughter as the elation kicked in, shyness and happiness and tenderness all rolled into one. "Wow," I breathed, laughing breathlessly. "Wow." A blush heated my cheeks as I grinned at Kex, exhilarated and slightly lightheaded.

"So… does this mean we're together now?" he ventured slowly, smiling uncertainly.

"…I guess."

At that, a silly grin crept on his face, and I soon found myself grinning like an idiot as well. And when we flew back to Sanctum, my cheeks still red and a silly schoolboy grin on his face, most the others guessed what had happened. Maybe it was the way our fingers were laced together. Maybe it was the way there seemed to be a happy glow around us. After all the time we spent together, we had finally realized it. We were in love.

Even then, Kex was as sweet as always, if not more. He would always come when I asked for his help; he would provide me with the necessities I needed for gear, he would give me little presents from time to time. He staked his claim and I staked mine – we were soon recognized as a couple by everyone, and we weren't at all shy about it. Even Bahiam had grudgingly acknowledged us being a couple, and regularly lobbed insults at Kex like a close brother would, knowing that Kex wouldn't be offended. Kex would obligingly and cheerfully counter Bah with his own smart-ass and witty ripostes, and often I would die of helpless laughter at the sidelines as I listened in on their little name-calling war.

The day I became a Guardian, it was Kex who went with me on my first visit to Inggison. Excited, I had taken the aerolink with all the haste I could muster, and soon found myself rooted to the ground in sheer amazement as I stared at the sights before me.

"Wow," I breathed as I took in the splendor of the Inggison Illusion Fortress in wonder. It was Sanctum's mirror image of sorts, but where Sanctum was magnificent grandeur, Inggison fortress was radiant, gleaming elegance. It was breathtaking, to say the least, and I just stood there in awe for a full several seconds, drinking in the sight of the hallowed lands of elite Elyos. It was a place I've always dreamed of coming to, and now that I was finally here, I found it rather much to take in.

Kex arrived next to me, having freshly exited through the aerolink connecting Inggison to Sanctum. He smirked at my awed expression, and waited patiently as I surveyed the immediate area with an almost childlike fascination in my eyes.

Excitement overflowing at last, I spun around to face him, eager and impatient to see more. "It's beautiful!" I squealed, bouncing on the balls of my feet, my hands curling around his and bringing them up to swing around for sheer excitement. "It's beautiful it's beautiful oh my gosh this place is awesome!"

Kex grinned, and took me by the hand as we walked around the fortress's main outdoors area, a city square of sorts with buildings arranged in two half circles around the central space. He showed me the essentials, the broker and the merchants and the sort, and I was breathlessly grinning once we finished the rounds. I was awed, and excited that I was finally a Guardian, to be allowed to enter and freely wander around this once restricted district.

"Oh, yeah. Kao-chan, I have something for you. I think you'll like it."

I tore my gaze from the splendid view of the fortress to look in Kex's direction. He was fishing in his cube for something, and then, with an adorably awkward smile on his face, he thrust a bouquet of red roses at me.

A silly grin crept onto my face as I accepted his gift, cradling the mass of roses close and subconsciously burying the lower half of my face in the fragrant petals in a half-hearted attempt to hide my smile. Kex was smiling as well, a splash of pink painted across his cheeks as he chuckled awkwardly, his hand absently scratching at the back of his head. He wasn't expecting it when I flung my arms around his neck, kissing him, the bouquet already in my cube, ready for the vase that I kept in my studio. He stilled for a moment in surprise, then I felt his lips quirk up at the sides against mine, evidently pleased with my response.

Kex was spontaneous, I had to give him that. A warm glow of happiness spread throughout me as I kissed him again, his hands automatically finding their places on both sides of my waist.

Biting my lower lip in an effort to control my smile, I leaned away from him, and summoned my wings, nearly whacking him in the face with my feathers in my haste. I shot him an apologetic grin, and ran for the edge of the fortress's platforms. There was one more thing left to try.

With a whoop, I dived forward into a gust of wind - the windstreams! The blast of air filled my wings immediately and I shot forward with an excited yell. The vortex of air was violently powerful, and it propelled me forward twice as fast as I could ever fly. It was exhilarating, and after several minutes the windstream ended. I stumbled to a stop at the base of a giant tree (which, as I later learned, was Taloc's Hollow), then, as I caught my breath, Kex burst out of the windstream behind me. I turned to face him with a toothy grin and windswept hair, thoroughly enjoying my experience of Inggison in person. Feeling spontaneous as well, I skipped forward to kiss him again, and Kex's mischievous expression softened as his thumb came up to tenderly stroke across my cheek.

Spotting another windstream, I ran towards it expectantly and jumped, flaring my wings. The explosion of air swept me away, and I let out another excited whoop as I shot across the sky. Though this time it ended far too soon, and I found myself ejected once again at the base of the giant tree, Kex looking thoroughly amused as he stood aside to let me land.

"It's the same windstream," he stated, smirking as I skipped forwards towards him. "I've realized," I replied dryly, then settled myself in his arms, resting my head on his collarbone with a satisfied sigh. Inggison was literally everything I'd imagined, and my curiosity was sated. For now.

Kex laughed again, softly, and nudged at my face with his nose, prompting me to lift my head. His searching lips moved down my nose in a slow, meandering path, before finally finding my mouth in gentle kiss. My fingers curled into his collar happily. I slipped my hand into his as we prepared to head back, and our fingers remained interlocked even as we leisurely flew back to Inggison Illusion fortress.

Sometimes, we would run missions together with Kathline, my adopted big sister, and her lover Vipermage – the both of us adored our men, both powerful sorcerers, and as I was the youngest of all of them it often fell to Viper to lead the party. Kath and occasionally Kex would take it upon themselves to protect me, and I as a cleric would try my best to assist them on the battlefield, mending their wounds and making sure none of them died. We were a good team, and even though sometimes we would fail due to my inexperience and inability to keep pace, it was laughed off, forgiven and forgotten soon enough.

Once, we went in to infiltrate Dark Poeta, the four of us and an assassin from Great Madness, Elsine. It was not easy, and I had to stick close to Kath and Kex, trying to show as little vulnerability as possible. The Balaur were no easy adversaries, and as we pushed on through the blackened shell of Poeta, it was increasingly harder to heal and hold my own against the hordes of Balaur that assaulted our little party. I had to hand it to my guardians, though – Kath, Viper and Kex did a pretty good job of covering for me and Elsine, the two rookies in their midst.

The challenges were when several Balaur spotted us all at once. Without a tank with us, it was relatively difficult to manage so many of them at once, and Viper, being the most experienced Daeva among us, was forced to lead and tank for the rest of us. Elsine was right beside him, helping as much as she could, and in the time taken for Kath and Kex to focus-fire down the Balaur, I was to make sure Viper and Sine were able to stay on their feet throughout the battle. We pulled through several close scuffles in that way, but then nothing always works the way one would hope or expect it to.

It was another massive group battle, with almost half a dozen of those monstrous Balaur clustered around Viper. The sorcerer himself had his teeth gritted as he weaved around them, trying to keep their attention and to hang on until Kex and Kath could blast them down. Elsine helped as well, distracting those that Viper was unable to hold. It was a challenge for me as a healer to keep them both alive, as neither of them were suited for sustaining long-term damage. I poured more and more healing magic into them, sealing their cuts, fixing bruises and fractures almost as soon as they were inflicted. It demanded my utter concentration.

As I was focusing on healing, a sudden roar very close behind me – closer than was remotely comfortable – made me whip my head around in shock. A Balaur – no, four Balaur surrounded me, looming over me, curved, crude blades gleaming a deadly silver alongside their serrated yellow fangs. Their stench was overwhelming and their proximity terrifying, especially to a relatively fresh-faced cleric accustomed to solely behind-the-lines support.

To describe it is to take time, and yet it all happened within the space of 5 seconds. I screamed, and threw up my aetheric shield, a reflex that had been drilled in me since the early years of priest training. Whatever happens, the cleric must stay alive, for all but the best teams would more likely than not be doomed to failure without one.

And not a moment too soon.

Wickedly honed blades scraped across the surface of my shield, powerful and crushingly heavy. It would have killed me instantly, cleaving my head from my shoulders if not for the shield. Even so, I could not hold my shield for long – I knew not the finer points of shield-casting, and the Balaur were devastatingly strong. They knew their job – a twist of a dagger with its tip embedded in the shield, and an ominous crack appeared on the translucent gold surface.

I panicked, trying to escape from them, to put distance between them and myself, but there was no way out. They had hemmed me in from all sides, and even as my shield shattered, barely having bought me several seconds, I could find no way out. A terrified scream rose from my throat as I cowered under the looming figures around me, the shield strapped to my back forgotten in the chaos of the moment, arms raised in instinctive self-defense against those blades that would surely rip me apart-

Later, Kex would tell me how he had heard my scream, how he had spun around in horror to see me surrounded by Balaur. How he had yelled my name, frantic and fearful as he sprinted for me as fast as his legs would carry him, Viper and Kath hard on his heels. What I knew was that suddenly someone crashed into me, wrapping me in his arms and the full span of his iridescent dragon wings, shielding me, enveloping me in a familiar presence and the scent of fresh mint.

Explosions erupted all around us, snarls and growls deafeningly loud as Kath and Viper fought off the Balaur. A grunt of pain escaped Kex as he seemingly tried to cover all of me with his own self, crushing me to his chest tightly enough to hurt. A few moments later, the Balaur lay dead at Kath and Viper's feet, my big sister glaring contemptuously at them.

Finally Kex released his vicegrip on me, and as I pulled away, pale and still in shock, the sorcerer staggered slightly, his hands trembling.

"Kexy, your back..." At Kath's stricken words he turned his head with an effort, and we both saw the price he had paid for so recklessly attempting to protect me. His back was shredded. Several grisly gashes of red gaped in the back of his robes, stretching down the entire length of his back. Bloodstained ribbons of cloth swayed with the wind, and the crimson patch on his robes grew with every passing moment. Kex, as a sorcerer, wore no armor at all, and his face was ghostly pale as his legs gave out and he sank to his knees.

"Kex!" Horrified, I ran towards him, healing aether already surging to my command as I dropped down next to him and started mending the gash. His wings were torn as well, several bloody, tattered gaps left in between the frames. In his haste he hadn't put up his aetheric shield, and it had cost him dearly.

I slipped into my medic mode. Without outside interference, it was relatively easy for a field combat medic to work. At my prompting the open wounds on his back sealed together seamlessly, and I repaired his wings in pretty much the same manner. Some of the tenseness left him as the pain was relieved, but he still looked a little sick.

Ceasing the flow of aether, I hugged him tightly, no words capable of expressing my emotions then. After a moment he returned the embrace, and we both just sat there for a while, him for a brief rest and me trying to calm down. We'd both scared the crap out of each other. "Kex, you idiot. You know you can't tank," I murmured softly, my head resting on his collarbone. I heard him huff faintly in reply, and knew he was smiling. "I can't have them hurting my girl, now could I?" he murmured quietly in return, a ghost of his signature mischievous grin playing about his lips. "I knew I'd be fine. Because I have you."

I couldn't help it, I just huffed in an imitation of a tender, yet exasperated laugh, then leaned up to press a kiss to my lover's lips. He chuckled as well, stroking the back of my head, then got to his feet, pulling me after him.

Infiltration of Dark Poeta would continue. Later, we would have pushed in all the way only to fall to the leader of the Balaur, but we returned comforted in the knowledge that we had at least whittled away greatly at the Balaurean forces. It was a job for another day, and both Elsine and I had learnt much from it.

More days passed, and it was already almost second nature how we showed our affection to each other. I never really liked it when he had to go away for long periods of time for missions – he was a higher-ranking Daeva after all, and I tended to get frustrated knowing that I couldn't go with him. I would work hard on improving, but there was only so much I could do in the meantime.

That day, I went with Kex to Terminon Landing to see him off - he and several others were to infiltrate a Balaur warship, the dredgion, a place where many had gone and few had returned. He would be gone for an unspecified period of time, and there was no guarantee that he'd even return. I was unwilling to watch him go, childishly unwilling to trust him to another cleric, absurd as that sounded, and yet I would not demand him to stay - this was his duty, our duty as Daevas of Sanctum, to keep the Balaur in check. He would go, and I would watch, however little the idea appealed to me. Kex was powerful. I had faith in him that he would come back safely. I would not let myself imagine otherwise.

At the fortress, at the very edge of the landing, many were already unfurling their wings, snow-white feathers spread wide and ready to go. And yet Kex hesitated.

Spinning around, he cupped my face in his hands, rested his forehead on mine. "Marry me," he breathed, even as my hands rose to grasp the front of his robes out of habit. I stilled, stunned - his eyes were bright with unshed tears, almost desperate even, and I found my vision blurring as well.

"This is hardly the time," I laughed tearfully, breathing in his scent, the scent of spices and fresh mint.

"There isn't any better time, Kao-chan," he murmured, his thumb brushing across my lips tenderly as he smiled faintly. "Will you?"

"I will," I whispered, gazing deeply into those coal-black eyes of his that held so much emotion. "Yes, I will."

He smiled fully then, even as his teammates were hollering at him to go. Crushing his lips to mine in one last, passionate kiss, his great dragon wings snapped to their full glorious span and he pulled away, heavy wingbeats propelling him into the air.

I watched him disappear into the darkness, the ghost of his touch still lingering on my skin, his unvoiced request crystal clear in my mind.

Wait for me.

He returned, a month later, weary and battered, but victorious. Surveillance ops had reported the dredgion being blown apart as was intended, signifying success of the strike team's efforts. As soon as I heard the reports, I went to Terminon to await his return. When I saw several sets of wings glimmering in the darkness of the abyss, Kex's iridescent blue-green wings among them, I ran to meet him as he landed, flinging my arms around his neck and embracing him tightly. My elation got to him as well, and he spun me around and kissed me, overjoyed as we were to be reunited.

Right after his debriefing, outside on the docks of Terminon Landing, Kex took my hand and dropped to one knee. I was mildly amused at his haste, though I had to say I wasn't entirely disapproving of it.

"I, Kexypitch Rizkaen, ask you, Kaolin Caerexxe, for your hand in marriage." His eyes were serious, even though a small smile quirked up the edge of his lips. Formalities in its entirety, for he already knew what my answer would be.

"I accept," I replied, unable to help the bright smile lighting up my face as well. Kex kissed the back of my hand and straightened, the mischievous glint back in his eyes.

"Let's go break the news to Great Madness, eh?"

I started laughing, and obligingly followed as he ran for the teleporter, imagining the faces of all the people in our legion when they knew about our engagement.

The wedding was a boisterous affair, as the guests were for the most part members of our legion, Great Madness, who had a reputation befitting our name. Kathline and Latona were my bridesmaids, and they were the ones who helped me decide on my wedding dress – I absolutely refused to go anywhere near the traditional great layered skirts that would make me look like a giant pastry cake. Instead, I chose a shoulder-less, slim fitting silk gown with soft skirts that billowed weightlessly behind me, somewhat similar to the white chiton that I usually wore. I was comfortable in it, it was one of the main reasons why I chose it.

I didn't know exactly what the men had done to Kex for his bachelor party, only that it apparently involved fishnet stockings and a lot of whipped cream. Whatever it was, none of the men were about to tell me, and Latona, the only female in on the secret, had been laughing too hard to form half a coherent sentence. In the end I decided that, for the sake of Kex's dignity in my eyes, I'd rather not know the details.

On the day of the wedding, Kath and Lat were the ones that did me up 'all nice and pretty for your soon-to-be husband's viewing pleasure', as Lat put it, with a cheeky smile on her face. My short hair was done up as much as short hair allowed, braided and weaved in with daisies white as snow. It was a simple sort of beauty, the only splash of extravagant color being the bouquet of roses I held in my gloved hands.

Daevas had no family except their legion – Ed was the one that came with me as my adopted dad, and walked me down the aisle. I beamed at him through my veil, and he grinned back at me fondly. "I'd pat your head," he murmured, grinning. "But then I'd probably mess up your hair."

I stuck my tongue out at him. "Well, we can't have that, now can we? My bridesmaids would be terribly mad to see their hard work gone to waste."

We both glanced behind us to see Kath and Latona aiming pointed warning glares at Ed, apparently having overheard our conversation. We turned back to face the front, Ed laughing softly to himself. "I'll say," he snorted faintly.

Kex was waiting at the altar, all suited up in a clean-cut black tuxedo. Even in full formalwear he could still pull off his relaxed, mischievous aura, if anything he looked even more suave in a shirt and coat that matched and contrasted perfectly with his silver hair. He was smiling as I let go of Ed's arm to grasp his. The gladiator brushed across him casually on his way to the best man's side of the altar. "You take good care of her, man," he muttered under his breath.

"Aye aye, sir," Kex replied in an undertone, smirking. Ed bumped his shoulder and moved to stand beside Bahiam, Kex's best man, Latona and Kath standing next to me on my side.

Jucleas began with the vows, and Kex inconspicuously leaned closer to whisper in my ear.

"I still don't think this shows enough skin," he whispered cheekily. "That blue bikini of yours would have looked better."

I pinched his upper arm hard in reply and he winced, shooting me a mock-baleful look. Beside him, Bahiam snorted faintly, one hand moving up to hide it as a cough. I smiled sweetly back at Kex, laughing silently at his expression. After that we turned our attention back to Jucleas, both of us trying hard to keep a straight face.

"-for as long as you both shall live?" he asked, looking up from the tome in his hands. Kex schooled his expression instantly.

"I do," he answered, clearly and without hesitation, and I echoed him a moment after.

"Then I now pronounce you man and wife. May you fly together in Ariel's light from this day forth."

Loud cheers and whistles came from the watching guests as Kex slipped the ring around my finger, then flipped my veil open. In one smooth motion he swept me into his arms, ducking his head so he could kiss me. Tears of joy clouded my vision and I kissed him back wholeheartedly, my friend, my lover and now my partner for life.

We swept down the aisle hand-in-hand, applause and cheers of congratulations reaching us as we passed by. Right before we reached the door, Latona, who had been following me, whispered loudly on purpose to everyone within earshot. "They're gonna do the do tonight," she stage-whispered, earning sniggers from most of the people who heard. I promptly chucked the nearest object – which happened to be my bouquet – at her and she ducked, cackling evilly. The bouquet flew right over her head and landed in Kathline's arms.

Having been making eyes at Viper, the ranger looked down at the bouquet in her hands in utter bewilderment. Sharing a glance with the mage in question, they both coughed in embarrassment and looked the other way, faces flaming. Latona started clapping in mischievous delight and moved away to tease Kath about it, and in that brief window of time Kex and I took the chance to escape outside. She'd probably be back, though. We were the newlyweds.

We emerged into the bright afternoon sun, my fingers curled around Kex's arm as a proud smile lit up his handsome face. With a flourish and a pull of aether, my now-husband summoned an illusion gate before us.

Then, to my surprise and delight, he bent over and scooped me into his arms before leaping through the gate, my squeak of exclamation prompting a mischievous smirk to appear on his face. "I didn't know I could do that," he remarked, mildly surprised and amused himself as my fingers reflexively clutched at the front of his tux.

We arrived at Oriel - Kex lost his footing as he landed, and the both of us tumbled in a messy heap on the wooden floorboards before his - our - studio.

"You can't," I said tartly in reply, then started laughing.

"Well, it's the thought that counts," he laughed as well, getting up and pulling me to my feet after him. "And I've always wanted to do that."

I grinned. "Well, now you know why you can't," I teased, slipping my hand into his and interlacing our fingers. Hand-in-hand, we strode into the studio.

"I'll work out more," he joked, chuckling. Smiling, I caught his jaw gently and pulled him down for a kiss. Without missing a beat, he caught my waist and held me close, returning the affectionate act. It was tender and sweet, and full of blissful happiness.

Then, his wandering fingers found the zipper on the back of my bodice. His faint smirk against my lips was the only warning I got, before he pulled it all the way down my back in one swift motion. I yelped in surprise and reflexively hugged the bodice to myself, a flaming red blush coloring my cheeks.

He smirked, the fingers of his other hand stroking my hair as he rested his forehead on mine to gaze deeply into my eyes. "Relax... wife," he murmured tenderly, lips quirking up at one end. Pressing his lips to mine, he kissed me again, hot and passionate this time as he slowly eased my hands from my sides.

"Now," he murmured, the bass of his voice holding an edge of indecent mischief to it. "What was that Latona said just now?"

xxxxxxx

A/N:

Aaand it's done! ^^ Dunno really what to say, except Malchiel, I hate you for pushing silver coins back to 45k. There goes my profits. I want my cookie back. Nah, jk xD

"I see London

I see France

I see waifu's…

Wedding fic plans!" ~Kex

Alright, cya guys next chapter :D Read and review!

Peace out,

Kaolin/Kakashiz