Honeymoon : An Araleyn Smut Fic

Day 12

No smut in this one

Anne didn't know what to do.

Neither did Catalina.

They saw the sights, shopped for antiques, and they had long gotten gifts for the queens.

What was there left to do?

That was when someone told Anne that they were doing a haunted house (in the middle of June, but okay, you do you bro) They didn't have anything else to do right? So why not?

Who cares if both of you are terrified of horror movies.

Who cares.

It totally won't affect you at all.

Because it's not a common thing for people to go as the headless horseman, or to get drunk and talk about how they're long term boyfriend cheated on them and left them.

Totally won't affect them.

T o t a l l y

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Anne was not in the bathroom reenacting Be More Chill while Catalina aimlessly searched for her out there while narrowly avoiding sore subjects.

Nope.

No tears, or beer, or damage to the bathtub was happening in there.

(Wine? Yes. The walls? Yes. Was she lying about the tears? Yes.)

Three people in the first ten minutes showed up as the headless horseman, or did something that was close enough to a beheading that Anne had a breakdown.

One person actually came as Anne Boleyn.

So Anne was locked in the bathroom.

She faintly heard Catalina call her name, and she burrowed herself further into the wall. She whimpered, knowing she was about to have another mental breakdown, and it was going to be far less pretty, and far more public than the first considering people were starting to knock, and bang on the door.

This actually caused Anne to laugh briefly, due to the serious mirroring of Michael In the Bathroom that was going on.

But then she was back to hysterical, splashing water on her face to calm herself down. Eventually she was calm enough to leave the bathroom, and search for Catalina.

The moment she was back in the loud space, visually and orally (no sex jokes), Anne immediately wanted to go back to the bathroom. Instead she ventured out into the crowd, calling Catalina's name.

A few people bumped into her, and Anne was starting to feel dizzy, she wanted to go back to the hotel. She wanted Catalina.

Where was Catalina?

Suddenly someone had accidentally spilled their drink on Anne, and people were too close, and the music was too loud, and the lights were too bright, and Catalina wasn't there.

Anne started to cry, overwhelmed by everything, and before she knew it, she'd darted out of the house and collapsed on the curb.

She started to rock, whimpering, and praying that Catalina showed up and saved her like she always did.

Anne ended up sitting out there on the curb for an hour, as Catalina searched everywhere in the house for her, becoming hysterical as she couldn't find her.

She left the house, panic in her eyes before seeing her wife curled up in a ball on the side of the road, crying her eyes out.

"Angel." She whispered before she started running to her.

She kneeled beside her, "Angel?"

Anne whimpered before looking up at Catalina, she let out a wail before she launched into her arms.

"C - Catalina." She sobbed into her neck.

"Oh Angel, it's alright. Shh, it's okay." Catalina soothed, stroking her hair softly.

Anne whimpered, clutching her shirt tightly, "Don't let go." She begged.

Catalina picked her up, and carried her to the car, soothing her the entire way.

"Let's go to the hotel okay?"

Anne sniffled and nodded. Catalina placed her in the passenger seat, brushing her hair gently out of her face. She then jogged to the other side of the car. She drove back to the hotel as fast as she possibly could, only using one hand to drive and the other combing through her hair.

"It's okay angel, we're almost there."

They finally arrived at the hotel and Catalina rushed to get Anne back to their room.

She set Anne down on the bed and she changed her into one of her own shirts, the Rhianna one that Anne loved to steal. Catalina changed into her own pajamas before she slipped into bed with Anne, holding her close.

"It's okay Angel, hold onto me, as tight as you want." Catalina said.

Anne rolled over and latched onto Catalina, already calming down in her shirt and being so close to her.

"I never want to do that again."

"We never will, I swear mi amora." Catalina assured.

Anne burrowed herself further into her wife, beginning to fall asleep. Catalina continued to coo soothing phrases in her ear, trying to lull her to sleep, until suddenly Anne's breathing had evened and she was happily surrounded by Catalina.

"I'll protect you." Catalina whispered to herself, vowing to make it true.

And then she fell asleep as well.