Author's Note: Hey! Hey! I'm back! Sorry this one was hard to write, even if it was just so short! apologies for the unexpected hiatus! I started my very last semester of college, and I've been rushing to get everything including graduation forms in on time. My life has been hectic, but finally I am here with that Remile fic I said I was gonna write! Took long enough if you ask me, but enough talking. We'll talk more afterward! I hope you all enjoy this fic I've written over the span of about five weeks.

Slow Down

Ship: Remile

Words ~ 1380 ~

Warnings: Slight angst and slight crying.

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     If a person had characterized Remy Picani just by first impressions, he would seem like the most chilled out dude at the party. But if you were his husband, Emile Picani, you knew just how impatient and worrisome he could be. For their first date, Remy was practically pacing the foyer of the restraunt, waiting for his boyfriend to show up. When he had invited Emile to the night out that entailed their surprise engagement, he was tapping his foot nervously outside of his door though he had literally just knocked. Even at their wedding, Remy practically stormed down the aisle only to be faced with a slightly late Emile, who was clearly fed up with his fiance not trusting him about his arrivals.

     One year later and Remy still had his problem of impatience. Arguably, he was getting better, but Emile was still bothered by it. He would get that man to relax one way or another, even if it entailed Emile be one step ahead of him on their anniversary.

     Emile was never late, truly. Only a couple people who were much like Remy himself, labeled him as late. All the others described him as being right on time, which is what Emile intended to do everywhere he went, including his clients' sessions. To be right on time in Remy's mind however, was to be there 15 minutes early. A lot of the time, Emile didn't necessarily have 15 minutes to spend on early arrivals just because he was so busy with his job which required lots of paperwork.

     His husband disagreed and once told him that if he didn't waste minutes watching cartoons then maybe he could be a little earlier. Thankfully, he had apologized after watching Emile rush to his room crying, but time was always going to be one of the few things they fought about. So Emile hoped that today on their one year anniversary would be the day, he could be a little earlier for his husband.

     He knew Remy wouldn't forget the date, so if he was going to beat him to it he would have to act fast. For the first thing in the morning when Emile got up, he planned on ordering flowers. So, he tossed off the sheets, got dressed, and rushed into the living room, only to find bright pink and white roses sitting on the table before him.

     Normally, he'd be excited, but Remy had beat him to it. Next to the flowers were little chocolates and a card too. He frowned. "Morning, sugarcube." The voice called from around the corner and stopped in his tracks when he saw Emile's face. "Whats wrong?"

     "I wanted to buy the flowers." Emile did give a soft smile at the little note written on the card. Remy was too sweet to him at times.

     Remy leaned against the wall and gave a small shrug as he sipped from his coffee. "It's 10 am babe. Maybe set an alarm next time." He motioned Emile into the kitchen. "Breakfasts already made."

     So maybe Emile had a habit of being slow in the mornings as well, but that wouldn't stop him from making this day special for Remy. The therapist walked into the kitchen and it was all cleaned up with a special batch of Waffles stacked neatly plate in the middle of the table. All confidence in any of his abilities had left him, then and there.

     He hugged Remy from behind, wrapping his arms around his midriff. "Happy anniversary." He mumbled into his back. It was silent for a minute before Remy spoke up.

     "I'm sorry..." Emile lifted his head up and felt Remy turn around to face him. "I should have...let you help or do something. I guess I just wanted it to be perfect for you. And for us, but. I...that wasn't the right thing to do."

     "I would've done it Remy. I hope you know that. That I would have done all of this for you, given...the opportunity too. I'm sorry I have a harder time with...time than you do-" But Remy put a finger to his lips.

     "No no. You don't have to apologize, teddy bear." He lifted Emile's chin up to meet his eyes. "I just wanted it to be perfect, but I know you can do it too."

     Emile smiled and stood on his tippy toes to peck his husbands lips sweetly. "Then, I'll show you I can do it." Emile took off towards the bathroom, looking for something to do or cleanto make it up to Remy. But when he got there, it was spotless.

     "Yeah I already did that too." Emile's mouth dropped open as Remy walked in to stand next to him, a hint of bashfulness swept across his face.

      "You couldn't have cleaned the whole house in three hours!" Remy watched the comical scene in front of him as Emile went from room to room in disbelief at the work his husband had done. "You even vacuumed!" An exasperated Emile collapsed into Remy's arms. "And you raked the fucking leaves..."

     Remy let out a snort at the uncharacteristic curse from his still groggy partner. "Woah, woah baby. Shhh it's okay. Slow down."

     Emile looked up into his eyes, a teasing smirk forming on his face. "Oh so now you're the one telling me to slow down. Go figure."

     "Hey! I resent that remark." Mock offence taken, Remy's hands that rested on Emile's sides wiggled quickly drawing out a cute wiggle and squeak from the therapist.

     "Hey. I'm just saying." Emile defended, attempting to retreat from the line of fire but Remy held him fast.

     "Yeah? Well that saying might just get you in trouble." Remy poked at his ribs and found it adorable each little time he gasped or jumped at the touch.

     "In trouble? On our anniversary? All I did was accidentally sleep late! You mister," Emile poked at Remy's chest. "Didn't wake me up or ask for my help and instead did everything yourself! If anything, you're the one that's in trouble."

     "Me?" Remy chuckled and dove his lips into Emile's unsuspecting neck causing his husband to squeal. "How dare you accuse me like that?" He mumbled in amusement against his sensitive skin.

     "Eep! Hahaha okay Im sorry! I'm sorry." Emile pulled away for a moment, clearly losing the battle. "Your wonderful breakfast is gonna get cold. It was so sweet of you to make it!"

     Remy didn't buy the distraction one bit and pulled his husband back into his hold from behind. "The only thing sweet in this kitchen is you."

     Emile squeaked, but reached a hand behind to tweak Remy's side. "Flattery will get you nowhere!"

     "Aah! Hey! I'm the one teasing you!" Emile chuckled and reached behind to tweak Remy's other side. His embrace was loosened just enough to allow Emile to shift back around and face him.

     "Well then maybe do a better job cutie." Emile winked, practically egging his husband on.

     "Oh you're asking for it." Remy grinned and began to deliberately tickle up Emile's sides. His husband quickly transcended into a pool of delightful giggles, sometimes squeaking a high note whenever Remy's fingers traveled somewhere particularly dangerous.

     Emile wasn't even trying to escape, at least for the first ten or so seconds, then it became too much.

     "R-Remy!" Emile called out in desperation and immediately Remy's hands flew away from his tickle spots.

     "Ya alright babe?" Emile heaved a bit before collapsing into Remy's chest.

     "Too fast..." He panted, smiling once again as Remy wrapped his arms around him. "Just a little softer?"

     Remy raised his eyebrows. "You'd like me to keep going?"

     "Just...for a little longer, but softer please." Remy smiled and did as he was asked, walking his fingers up into his armpits and back down to his tummy. He relished in Emile's little giggles until he was asked to stop.

     As the chuckles died down and the room became silent save for the ticking clock, Emile found his voice once again. "Thank you..."

     Remy looked confused.

     "For what?"

     "For slowing down." Emile met Remy's eyes and they shared a gentle kiss, now no longer concerned with breakfast.

     "Of course." Remy kissed him on the forehead and released him From his embrace. "I swear on my sunglasses. From now on, I'll always slow down for you."

     "Thank you, dear. Thank you."

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Author's Note: Eee! Glad to have that not hanging over my head anymore! So what's new? My discord server is so much more active now and we've actually started hosting our first events. We hosted a Valentickle which is much like a secret santa but for Valentine's Day. So not the next fic, but the fic I wrote for that will be coming soon. If you want to join my server and get information on where I am with fics and bother me or a bunch of other awesome people personally, you can click this link here: https://discord.gg/VmqgqWW We are hoping to host more events like the valentickle and the ler off in the future so if you want to be a part of that, you're more than welcome to join! The more the merrier. I will say the server is most specifically for sander's sides and tickling, just in case that's not your thing. So what's up next for tickle fic line up? Oh I don't know...maybe a certain Logan is gonna get visited by some witches? Maybe...but you'll find out then! Ttfn! Ceffy out!