You Think of Everything
During Boy Meets World. Missing scene from "The Honeymooners."
Cory beamed as he woke up.
Could his life possibly be more perfect? He and Topanga had finally gotten married in front of all their friends and family, and even better yet, he now knew how she looked completely naked and that they fit together better than ever. They'd even managed a honeymoon in Hawaii, so the air felt fresh and smelled of flowers.
He felt as if he were living on a fluffy cloud. Now if he could only convince Topanga to return to the fluffy cloud…
Cory's eyes searched around the suite for his wife's body, and he frowned when he saw she was dressed. "Topanga, what are you doing? Come back to bed," he showed her his own naked body and gazed at her in a way that he hoped made his desire clear.
"Sorry Cory," Topanga said smiling as she shook her head. "You've got to get dressed, too. I made us an appointment with Honolulu's city hall in an hour and a half." He suddenly realized she'd been holding their suite's telephone. Of course, Topanga had plans for what to do today.
But what could possibly be more important than more lovemaking? "You think too much," he said, patting the bed again and staring at her beautiful curves. Oh, she was divine…
Topanga sighed and threw a shirt, underwear, and shorts in his direction. "We must go to city hall here because we are Cory and Topanga, not Mr. and Mrs. Harold Peterman. You remember, the reason why we spent the night in Philadelphia's jail?"
The memory of their night in jail interrupted Cory's daydreams about more lovemaking. What he wouldn't give to smack Eric across the face for that. "My brother is such an idiot," he said with a groan. "Why did he think he could just steal someone else's wedding like that?"
Topanga shook her head. "I don't know, but we did get a beautiful wedding for our friends and family because of him. But now we must make certain our marriage is legal when we return to Philadelphia." Walking over to the bed, she held up the shirt she'd tossed to him. "Please, Cory, put this on you."
Cory struggled with his desire to have Topanga now, versus the possibility of being thrown in jail again when they returned to Philelphia. Finally, he picked up his shirt.
Smiling as he finished getting dressed, Cory said. "You think of everything, Topanga. I want our marriage to be legal, too." With that, he kissed her.
"And I want to be Topanga Lawrence Mathews, not Topanga Lawerence, or Mrs. Harold Peterman," Topanga said, her hands caressing his arms.
Cory grinned. "Topanga Lawrence Mathews. I love the sound of that," he said, giving her another, deeper kiss in which he explored her curves at the same time. When they withdrew, he looked longingly at the bed. "But are you certain we can't do the city hall thing another day?"
Topanga sighed. "We already have an appointment, Cory. And the sooner we get this taken care of, the sooner we can enjoy the rest of our honeymoon as a legally married couple."
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A few hours later, Cory stared at the marriage license in his hand. "It looks great."
Topanga smiled softly, in the way that meant she was showing her love. "It does, doesn't it? And it doesn't matter if it's the state of Hawaii instead of Pennsylvania, as long as it says Topanga Lawrence Mathews and Cory Mathews." She fingered their name on the document. Bold, black-and-white print.
Placing his hand on top of hers, Cory kissed her again. "And you really do think of everything, Topanga. A legal marriage license would never have occurred to me."