Taylor rested her head on John's shoulder, gently rocked by the taxi driving in the streets of Tokyo, straight to the hotel. Tomohisa had had dinner in the nearest restaurant, not wanting to disturb them in any way. He had told the waitress about it, so it would be easier for them to find him. Tomohisa asked them if they wanted to see anything special in the city, but John and Taylor refused politely, saying that they had two weeks to discover it.

John tenderly took Taylor's hand, bringing it to his lips and stroking it with them, before giving it a few kisses with eyes closed. She smiled and did the same to him, entwining their fingers at the same time. They looked at each other tenderly, and Taylor sat up a bit to press her mouth against his, losing herself in the kiss. He gently parted her lips with his tongue, stroking hers with it. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him a bit closer and deepening the kiss; his hands slipped on her hips and grabbed them tightly, making her grin against his lips. She heard a muffled noise coming out from his mouth. John moaned. She sighed in pleasure, kissing it even more, hoping that he would moan again. Aside from his normal and singing voice, his moans were her favourite sound.

The taxi slowly parked in front of the hotel, and the two newlyweds unwillingly pulled away. Tomohisa got out of the car and opened the door on Taylor's side, helping her out. They made sure they did not forget anything in the car, and turned to Tomohisa.

“Thank you very much, Tomohisa-san” Taylor smiled, her cheeks still a bit red from the kiss “you can go home now.”

“I hope you spent a lovely evening” the driver politely said. “Don't hesitate to call me as soon as you want me to drive you somewhere!”

“We won't, we promise” John said. “Good night, Tomohisa, see you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow. Have a good night!”

“Thank you. Have a nice one, too!”

Tomohisa nodded, with dark circles under his eyes. He bowed lightly and got back into his taxi, driving away. Taylor shivered with cold, and John immediately rested a hand between her kidneys, leading her inside. They held hands and noticed that the hall was a complete wasteland. Only one receptionist was sitting behind the counter, resting his cheek in his hand, reading a book.

The newlyweds crossed the corridor and wished him luck, before going up to the elevator. Taylor pressed the button, and the doors immediately opened. They got in and pressed the button for the third floor. The elevator moved and got up. Taylor wrapped an arm around John's, standing on tip-toe to give him a delicate kiss on his cheek. He blushed lightly and turned his head to kiss her lips briefly.

The doors opened once the elevator got to the third floor. Taylor and John got out of it, walking hand in hand across the corridor, straight to room 354. John unlocked the door, and both got in. Taylor sighed and put her handbag on the floor, removing her bun and running a hand through her hair. She sat on one of the two chairs of the room to get rid of her stilettos, which she put next to her suitcase. John was in the bathroom to splash some fresh water on his face. He quickly dried it and turned off the light, joining Taylor.

John saw the ice bucket with the bottle of champagne on the table, which he had forgotten. He smiled and grabbed the bottle, looking at Taylor.

“Fancy a glass?”

She turned her head and smiled back at him, nodding slowly. John frowned, as he noticed Taylor became paler all of a sudden.

“Taylor? Are you alright?”

“I am! A bit tired, but I'll feel better after this glass of champagne!”

“We can go to bed, you know.”

“On the first night of our honeymoon? Are you crazy or what?”

They laughed, and John dragged the second chair closer to her, before opening the bottle. He popped the cork and quickly poured the beverage into the two flutes, giving the first one to Taylor. When he was done, he put the bottle in the bucket again, and raised his glass. Taylor stood up and raised hers too.

“To our wonderful wedding” John started.

“To our wonderful wedding, and to the greatest husband I could ever dream of!”

John blushed and giggled, leaning in to kiss her before they clinged their glasses. They brought their flute to their lips and drank gulps of champagne. Taylor did not sit back on the chair; she slowly walked up to the window, looking out. Everything was so bright outside, all the signs and towers. She could hear music sounding in the streets, and people laughing. She smiled at the landscape, and was so focused on it that she did not hear John coming to her, his flute in one hand. He touched her stomach with his free hand, gently pulling her closer to him. He closed his eyes and let his lips kiss her soft hair. She grinned and turned round, stroking his cheek.

“I love you, John.”

John smiled widely, opening his eyes and running a hand through her hair. He stared lovingly at her, tenderly stroking the tip of her nose with his.

“And I love you dearly, Taylor.”

She smiled from ear to ear and tenderly wrapped an arm around him, resting the other on his shoulder, after she put down her half full flute. She slowly stroked his cheek and ear, unable to take her eyes off him.

“Did I mention how wonderful you are, my darling?” he whispered. “Even brighter than the moon and sun, funnier than all the best comedies, more gorgeous that all the treasures and wonders one could find on Earth... Lovelier than all the kittens and puppies that exist.”

“You're exaggerating, John!” she chuckled. “Did you take a look at yourself in the mirror?”

“I cried, yeah, yeah.”

Taylor burst out laughing, resting her forehead against his chest. Then, she looked back at him and shook her head with a smirk.

“Really.”

“But I never saw my face in any window any day.”

She laughed again, and even John, who looked serious, was now cracking up. He wrapped his arms around Taylor and pulled her into a hug.

“You make perfection blush” she whispered in a muffled voice, as her mouth spoke against the fabric of his shirt. She suddenly stared at him, with her eyes half closed. “And no, I'm not mistaking you for Roger.”

John chuckled and emptied his glass, stretching out his arm to put it down on the windowsill. He looked out of the window, resting his chin on Taylor's shoulder. After a few seconds, he closed his eyes and removed his chin from her shoulder, lightly resting his nose instead, breathing her perfume he loved so much.

Taylor smiled and slowly spun round, facing John. She ran her fingers up and down his chest, staring into his eyes. Her cheeks got warmer and warmer, and she knew that if she had the possibility to look at herself in a mirror, she would be as red as a tomato. As for John, his mouth was slightly opened, and he looked like he was completely lost in his thoughts, his cheeks burning.

She put her hand on the back of his neck and stood on tip-toe to kiss his nose, his cheek, and then his lips. They closed their eyes simultaneously, losing themselves in their kiss. John's hands ran up and down her back and hips, as she got closer to him, making their stomachs touch. She gently pulled her nails in his skin, making him shudder and smirk. He smirked a bit more and let his lips run down her jawline, her neck and collar bones. With his fingers, he pushed a part of her dress, so he would have access to the top of her chest.

Taylor moaned silently, closing her eyes and running a hand through John's hair. When he came back to her lips, she grabbed his collar and dragged him to the bed, unbuttoning his shirt at the same time. Like he did in the car, John moaned against her lips.

She removed his shirt skilfully without pulling away, and rested her hands on the warm skin of his torso. Between two kisses, she licked his neck and gently bit it, making him moan a bit louder.

John removed the belt of Taylor's dress, carefully putting it on the bed. He leant in, so she would fall backwards, right on the mattress. She did and dragged herself up to the pillows, holding him. She lightly scratched the hot and slightly sweaty skin of his back, making him moan again and pant. She helped him remove her dress, and threw it across the room, not caring much if it got stained or anything. John kissed her collarbones and her shoulders, stroking her stomach a bit hungrily.

Taylor quickly got rid of John's belt and trousers, putting them on the edge of the bed, over her belt. With his own toes, John removed his socks, letting them fall on the floor. He stroked her legs with his, grabbing her hips and kissing her breasts. She bit her lip, taking a deep breath and stroking his body. She sat up a bit so John could remove her bra, and immediately fell back on the pillows. Her hands scratched the whole line of his spine, making him bite his lip and moan louder, before sneaking under his boxers.

She hungrily stroked his bottom, grabbing his buttcheeks and grunting silently. He smirked and wiggled his hips to get rid of his boxers. Then, he managed to remove her knickers, pulling it a bit with his teeth. She giggled and moved her legs, so they would slip along them, until they would completely be taken off.

Taylor grabbed the sheets and pulled them, sneaking under them, followed by a hungry John. He carefully lay on top of her, and she could feel his heartbeats through his chest. John licked her bottom lip and she spread her legs, so he would be more comfortable. His hips were resting on hers, and even though it could hurt a bit, it was the best feeling ever.

Her hands lowered to the lovely spot between his legs, and smirked at him, biting her lips sensually. In an eyeroll, he closed his eyelids and rested on his wide arms. His voice got struck in his throat, and he could only pant. Taylor smirked a bit wider, and sat up to kiss and bit his neck, making him even more horny. His right hand blindly wandered on her body, until it reached her crotch.

Taylor jumped and moaned, tilting her head backwards. Her mouth was wide open, while her eyes were firmly closed. A few minutes later, John switched off the light and buried themselves under the sheets, tenderly and passionately making love to her, like he had never done it before.

It was her first time as Taylor Deacon.