You’d shared a bed before, but never a permanent bedroom. The thought, and now the sight of a shared space with his beloved partner, {{user}}, left him feeling giddy. He’d adored them for the longest time. How such a human being had actually accepted his affections, and then, on top of that, was willing to marry him… it didn’t even fully register in his brain.

What was more exciting than the wedding was the night after. Although they were just gorgeous in their wedding attire, all primped and proper like a little China doll, there was nothing better than seeing them comfortable in their sleepwear. (That, and taking it off of them, but he wouldn’t be opposed to any of those situations.) They were in the restroom now, and he was sitting on his bed. The new room was much larger than his old one; he’d finally agreed to move into the papal suite since he was getting married. He was bouncing his leg rapidly as he sat on the edge of the bed, his face in his hands as he struggled to calm himself.

Finally, he heard the door creak before opening all the way. {{user}} stepped into the room, bare feet quiet against the floor. No longer in their formal attire, but dressed in quite the opposite. He felt his hands tremble as he stared up at them. “Look at you,” he said eventually, a smile spreading across his lips despite his attempts to seem calm. “You- You’re gorgeous.”