Honeymoon : An Araleyn Smut Fic

Day 8

Anne missed France.

But Catalina was focused on other things.

Did you know that being denied an orgasm kind of sucked?

No?

Yes?

Well she certainly did, and honestly? Wasn't a fan of the experience.

If you want to know the full details read her yelp review, she gave it half a star.

Back to Anne,

Anne was skipping happily, completely aware of Catalina's discomfort and seemingly enjoying it.

Which was kind of rude.

Catalina continued to walk slowly behind her, a tortured look plastered on her face.

She was clearly not having a good time.

Anne stopped dead in her tracks, almost causing Catalina to run right into her, but she luckily stopped just in time.

"What?"

"If you start smiling, and stop sulking, when we get to the hotel you won't have to wait any longer. But you have to stop pouting."

"I'm not pouting."

" Catherine ."

"Alright, you promise?"

"Yes."

"Fine."

Catalina put a smile on her face, and Anne studied it.

"A little less sarcastic and we're good."

And then she turned around and continued to skip to a random destination, that was definitely not the hotel.

Bitch.

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When they finally did get to the hotel, Anne kept true to her word.

Catalina , for the first time in hours, didn't feel like wailing like a wounded cat and clawing something to pieces in a fit of rage.

Anne noticed this difference and made a mental note to herself.

'Don't leave Catherine worked up for too long, she might get arrested for assault'

Because, oh yeah, she legitimately almost attacked a guy in the street who said something about Anne looking pretty.

He hadn't even moved towards Anne when Catalina lunged.

At the moment Catalina had her arms wrapped around Anne possessively, and was making a continuous stream of content noises that sounded an awful lot like purring. Anne laughed and snuggled closer to her, "We really need to eat."

"No."

"We're doing this again? I don't like being the adult in the situation Lina, you know this."

Catalina didn't respond, instead opting to tighten her arms around Anne, successfully destroying any chance of her getting out of bed.

"Catherine."

"Nooooooo." She whined again this time pressing her face into Anne's neck.

"Food is important, we need to eat."

'We'll do it later."

"No, we need to eat now."

"Nope."

"This is ridiculous."

"We'll eat later, right now cuddles."

"You know this is a complete turn around from when we were dating."

"Had to keep my brat tendencies to a minimum, to ensure you'd marry me."

"And?"

"And because there's only room for one brat when you're dating. But when you're married , both of you can be brats."

"Can't even right now."

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Anne did eventually convince Catalina to go downstairs and eat.

Eventually.

Catalina happily ate her salad while Anne shook her head.

"I told you."

"Whatever, eat your sandwich."

"I swear, you have a personality disorder or something."

"You're stuck with me now."

"You're right, I'm too broke to file for divorce."

"You know I'd take every penny from you, what little you have. What's in your savings account?"

"The minimum of $20."

"Yeah, what I thought."

Anne internally breathed a sigh of relief that Catalina didn't freak out over the divorce joke, she hadn't even thought about it until she'd already said it. The consequences could've been astronomical.

"Avez-vous besoin d'autre chose?"

(Is there anything else you need?)

"Non, merci."

(No, thank you.)

Catalina watched the exchange in confusion.

"Don't like how it feels do you?"

"Oh shut up."

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"Peux-tu me montrer le chemin du Marriott?"

"Can you....."

"Show."

"Can you show me the way to the Marriott?"

"Yes, Salle de bains"

"What?"

"Bathroom."

"That can't be right."

"Hey, I didn't create this language."

"Hôpital."

"That's easy, hospital."

"Good, je t'aime."

"I love you too, Angel."

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"Bonne nuit."

"Goodnight?"

"Yep, ah - ah - ah, forgetting something?"

"Um..."

"Seriously?"

"Oh! Sorry Angel."

"Hmmm."

Catalina leaned over and kissed Anne with a smile. Anne cupped her hands on Catalina's cheeks, scratching lightly like she always did.

"Je t'aime."

"Je t'aime aussi."

"Damn straight."

"What?"

"Nothing, go to bed."