A night for us.

Wedding to remember.

Months later Arthur had his tattoos removed, being really sore as he layer on the couch, his lovers arms around him rubbing soft circles on his arms. Arthur read the paper as the rain started to fall. It gradually got heavier and heavier, the paper soon fell as he relaxed Into the warm embrace. "I remember it rained on our wedding." He smiled.

"Oui, it did. We were all soaked. 'Perfect day for an outside wedding' you said." He laughed and ran his hands through his hair.

"It was at first! Not a cloud in the sky! Then it poured down like it was the rain forest... Glad we didn't stop in the middle. You know. A kiss in the rain is truly beautiful." Arthur sat up.

"Yeah... But watered down cake doesn't taste to pleasant."

"The sex was good after it was all over," the Brit laughed.

"Mhm. For a punk you were really, I mean really, innocent. The way you screamed my name and the way you did that thing with your tongue." Francis smirked.

"Oh shut it, you were the one who sucked me dry, you arse." He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

"I also sucked your ass, oui." He kissed his head. "You loved it so shut up."

Arthur glared up at him, then away. "That was the only time I will let you top. Ever!"

"I'm sure." He shifted and got on top of Arthur, putting his hands above his head and pinned his hands down. "But I don't think 'zhat will 'appen."

Arthur didn't put up much of a struggle as he was pinned, but he only smirked and went along with it. "I will use magic to turn you into a frog I swear it,"

Francis kissed his neck and smirked as he was threatened. Then let go of his hands and started to unbutton his shirt, only to be stopped by Arthur's shaky hands. "We can't. Remember the adoption agency is coming over very soon."

"'Zhen we will 'ave to be fast." He Frenchman smirked against the skin and hummed lightly. Trailing kisses down his chest.

"Ah.. No! Babe." He covered his mouth, Francis not caring as he kissed right above his pants waist line. Arthur's breath got heavy as he put a hand on his head gripping his hair. "S-seriously..." He bit his lip as the soft sound of his pants unzipping filled the space between them. A familiar sound that started off their honeymoon. Soon after the sound was heard Arthur let out a moan, then kept moaning as the Frenchman continued down. Arthur felt a surge of pleasure and all he ears was his moans, Francis's humming, and a lot of slurping. But to the Frenchman, it was motivation.

Soon he was finished, pleased with himself and at Arthur for handling it so well. Arthur quickly got up and went to change and was cursing and yelling at him from the other room as he came back out and looking presentable and out of breath. "I fucking hate you, you blond headed bastard! Pulling a stunt like that at a time like this you arse!"

Francis laughed and hugged him, kissing his cheek as the door was knocked on. Arthur fumed. "Go clean up the couch!"

He walked to the door as Francis want off to clean the leather couch. He sighs and caught his breath as he opened the door. "Hello! Welcome, please come inside!"