One-Shots!

Honeymoon Night

Laura moans against his lips and fights back a giggle as the blond boy struggles to open their hotel room door.

You see, he's never really gotten this far since the she had the whole "no sex before marriage" rule. And he thought he'd be prepared but here they are. Coming back from a very romantic beach date. On their honeymoon.

She can't fight the urge to laugh once the sound of keys dropping are heard. The small brunette pulls away and lets out a loud laugh. "I'm sorry, you've just been trying to unlock the door for about 5 minutes." She giggles out.

He playfully rolls his eyes and picks up the keys from off the ground. "I'm terribly sorry that you kissed me in the elevator and I got a little nervous." Ross says as he twists the key in its keyhole.

Laura hops on his back. "Well, you are officially my husband, we're on our honeymoon, and I assume you've been waiting since senior prom. What did you expect?"

Ross grips his thighs tightly and opens the door. "I assumed that you would have waited until we were alone."

He walks in the huge room. Everything is in one room. The kitchen, the bed, the flat screen television, the patio, everything. Minus the bathroom, it's down the hall.

The wooden floors are beautifully patterned, mini diamonds everywhere. The place smells like vanilla mixed with strawberries, her favorite. White rose petals everywhere, giving the place a much more classy and romantic touch. Also, a medium sized bottle of apple champagne, another one of her favorites.

Being an international popstar pays off great.

Laura gasps as he sets her on the counter,  letting her take a glimpse at the room. "Oh my... Ross this beautiful..." she says barely above a whisper and covers her mouth.

He smiles and grabs her tiny wrists and gently pulls them away from her mouth. "Just like the woman I married." He whispers and leans up to capture his lips in a passionate kiss.

She cups his cheek and laughs lightly as he grips her side, accidentally tickling her. Their kiss continues and he makes his way down to her ear and nibbles on it softly, receiving a moan from her. Just as his lips make their way down, his phone rings. He groans and stomps his feet like a child. She giggles and hops down from the counter.

Ross pulls his cellular device out and answers the phone bitterly. "Hello?" He answers annoyed.

She ignores his phone call and leans up to peck his lips then going straight to his neck.

His breath catches in his throat but he keeps a steady voice.

"Hi, Ross! It's Dani!" The little voice says over the phone.

Ah, yes. Dani, his little niece. Aka, an annoying yet adorable 8 year old that loves her uncle very much. Very much.

"H-Hi, Dani," he stutters out as she unbuttons his shirt. "Can I talk to you—"

"Of course you can talk to me!" She squeals loudly. "Daddy bought me a new dolly!"

"No, I meant can I talk to you later?" Ross says and his eyes widen a bit as his newly wife just tears the shirt in half, ripping out a few (or most likely a lot) buttons off.

"You don't want to talk to me?" The little girl says with a sad voice.

Laura chuckles and removes his shirt and throws it to the ground. "While you talk to her, I'll be in the bathroom," she whispers playfully. "Hey, sweetie!"

"Hiiiii Laurie! I miss you!"

"Aww, I miss you too! I have to go change, but talk to Ross as long as you want. We aren't busy." She says loudly and skips to the bathroom.

His eyes widen.

Talk to Ross as long as you want.

Talk to Ross.

As long as you want.

We aren't busy.

He takes his ear off the phone and groans. "We'll talk about this later Marano!" He calls.

She giggles and pokes her head one the bathroom. "I'm a Lynch now and I don't think there'll be any 'talking' later." She smirks and slams the door.

"Oh, fuck." He mutters as the little girl rambles about the 'dolly'.

5 minutes later, the little girl has moved on to 6 different barbie dolls and he has to remind himself that his shirt is ripped on the ground because of his wife. His very adorable wife. His very seductive and sexy wife.

His wife that comes out the bathroom in a black lace bra with matching panties. Of course, isn't this great. This is just wonderful. This is awesome.

This is fucking torture.

Laura giggles as she stands in front of his frozen frame. Her fingers in the loop of his jeans, she could easily pull them down since he's, for once, not wearing a belt but where's the fun in that? Teasing is 10x better anyways.

She stands on her tiptoes and whispers, "Once you hang up, I'm all yours," she rethinks that and shakes her head. "Actually, considering I'm teasing the hell out of you right now and you don't have enough guts to hung up on an 8 year old who's talking about barbies, you're gonna be all mine."

She's about to walk away but Ross grabs her waist and pulls her towards him with one arm. She laughs and makes no movement to leave out of his grasp.

"Dani, I have to go. Like, right now." He says sternly, cutting the little girl off.

"But don't you want to hear about—"

"No, I do not want to hear about your dollies. Goodnight!"

"But it's only 5:00!"

"Yeah, but it's going to be a good night tonight, so goodnight!" He says and hangs up. He throws his phone... somewhere... and his lips are capturing hers in heated kiss.

Laura giggles as she feels a budge down below. "Someone's—" she's cut off once again.

By her bra strap snapping and breaking. She gasps and pulls away. "Oh no, you did not just—"

She squeaks as she pushed against the counter and her collarbone is being attacked by his lips. "I'll buy you another one when we get back to Cali, now shut up and let me make love to you." He tries to say seductively but comes out as a plead.

She giggles. "Do your magic, Mr."

//

She groans in his arms as his phone goes off at 10 in the morning. "Ross, get your damn phone."

He sighs and reaches over to grab his phone and answers, not looking at the caller ID. "Hello?"

"Hi, uncle Ross!"

Laura giggles and sinks deeper in the cover as he throws a little fit.

I literally wrote this in half an hour so don't kill me, I know it's suckish.