Honeymoon : An Araleyn Smut Fic

Day 9

No smut sorry

They were working on it.

And by it, she means Catherine's French.

As they walked through the serene streets of France Catherine pointed at things and attempted to say them in French. Then Anne would gently correct her, because Catherine was terrible at French.

This was already established, but she felt the need to reiterate this fact.

Obviously they went to the Eiffel Tower first. Because that's what Paris was famous for, and if you didn't know that already, go home. Anne insisted that they climb to the top instead of taking the elevator, because why not do extreme amounts of exercise after doing none for about 510 years.

Why not?

At least about halfway through Anne seemed to realize her terrible, terrible mistake so Catherine was able to say 'I told you so' for the rest of the tortuous journey. Once they finally reached the second floor, Catherine dragged Anne to the lift, so they could get up to the top quicker.

"We are not walking down."

"I can whole heartedly agree, and don't you dare fucking say it."

"Say what? I told you so? I did though, didn't I?"

"Thanks for your support."

"Anytime."

The view was absolutely breathtaking, Catherine instantly whipped her phone out and snapped a photo. Then turned her screen to the awe struck Anne who was staring out at Paris. Catherine grinned and took a picture of her wife. Anne turned around at this, then pouted.

"Don't take pictures of me!

"No, I like taking pictures of my wife! I'm setting this as my lockscreen."

"Don't you dare!"

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The Louvre Museum was not as interesting as either Catherine or Anne thought it would be. The interesting triangle shape was the best thing about this place. For once Catherine wasn't interested in what it had to offer. So they took a picture and quickly left.

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They both solidly decided to avoid Notre Dame for religious reasons. They had their fair share of arguments over religion and they didn't want to deal with that on their honeymoon.

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Arc de Tromphe was short, but interesting. They stood on the outside, took a picture, learned about it then left.

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By the end of the day Anne was completely exhausted. But not tired enough to stop correcting Catherine's atrocious French.

(The bitch.)

Catherine laughed as Anne stumbled and sat on the sidewalk, completely tired and so done with walking. Catherine pulled her up, then picked her up and carried her to the hotel.

Once they finally got to the hotel Catherine sat her down on the bed. Anne whined and flopped her arms around, demanding attention.

"Pajamas."

Catherine rolled her eyes, and rifled through the drawers looking for Anne's pajamas. When she could find any she moved over to her own drawer and picked out an oversized shirt for her to wear. (She found that she rather liked Anne in her shirts, very adorable, and helped calm the raging possessive demon inside her.)

Catherine struggled to change Anne, due to the fact that she refused to get up. Catherine herself got changed and slipped into bed after helping Anne under the covers. Catherine wrapped her arms around Anne, pulling her closer.

"Goodnight Angel."

Anne hummed and snuggled closer to Catherine, content to simply be close to her, to feel her warmth and heartbeat under her ear.

"Goodnight Baby." She whispered in response.

They both fell asleep with smiles on her face.