"London, Baby!" Brian called out, as the pair of you stepped off of the plane, and made your way through the terminal. Brian clasped your hand in his, as you walked towards baggage claim. The two of you waited patiently, before you noticed your suitcases slide down the chute and land on the conveyor belt. Brian picked yours from the belt first, the weight of it taking him by surprise. He pulled it onto the ground, panting for breath, as he leant against it to compose himself. "How much did you pack?!"
"Just enough for the week, Bri!" You giggled, as he rolled his eyes. It was then that he noticed his suitcase racing out of view. He sprinted to grab it, before his case became lost behind the wall. He managed to get it off of the belt in time, as he wheeled it back over to where you were stood. He wrapped his arms around you, placing a soft kiss to your cheek, before he took both suitcases and started on his way to border control. "Brian, I can handle my own suitcase you goof."
"Nonsense, [Y/N]. Let me be a gentleman whilst we're in London at least." He joked. You smiled at him, placing a quick kiss to his lips, as you joined the back of the queue for security.
The line looked long, but in practically no time at all, you were at the front. Brian headed up first, showing the security guard his passport, with you soon following behind. Once you were through, you came out of the exit to Gatwick Airport, being met by the typical British weather. It was a soft rain, with grey clouds smothering the skies. Brian got you both a taxi, as you waited under the shelter to remain dry. He loaded the cases into the trunk, calling you over, as you both clambered into the back seat. It was a short distance to your hotel, as Brian had made sure that your hotel was right in the centre of it all. The furthest attraction from where you were staying was just a simple half an hour commute on the tube.
"Thanks." Brian smiled to the driver, as you both exited the vehicle. You took the suitcases out of the trunk, and made your way into the hotel. As soon as you stepped through the door, you were met with a heated room. Seeing as it was late November, it was pretty cold in London. You both walked up to the reception desk, as Brian dinged the bell. A man walked out of the door behind the desk, greeting you both with a warm smile.
"Hello there, have you made a reservation, or are you planning on making a booking?" He asked. Brian folded his arms, as he leant onto the counter.
"We have a reservation under the name Quinn." The man tapped into the computer, before turning to pull a key card down from the assigned room key holder. He handed you two key cards, along with a receipt.
"You'll be staying in Room 314. We here at Sunnyside Hotel do hope that you enjoy your stay with us. If you need any assistance, please don't hesitate to call room service." The man pointed to the correct staircase to take, as you thanked him politely, and started on your way to your room.
You wheeled your suitcases down the corridor, as Brian walked up ahead in search of the room. He came to a stop, checking the key card another time, before walking up to one of the doors. He slipped the card into the reader, making a green light flash. Brian pushed the door open, as he stepped in, holding the door open for you. You walked into the room, instantly gasping at how fancy the room was. You dropped your things, as you looked around.
"Brian, it's beautiful...this is too much, you've spent way too much!" You gasped. Brian shook his head, as he chuckled.
"Nothing's too much for my girl." He smiled, making you blush timidly. He strolled up to you, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace, as he kissed the top of your head. You looked up at him, before pressing your lips against his. He began to kiss back, before pulling away. "Let's save that for the bed tonight." He winked.
You started to unpack both of the suitcases, as Brian laid down on the bed, propping himself up against the headboard. He had one hand behind his head, as he flicked through the channels on the television. He wouldn't stay on a channel longer than ten seconds, which was beginning to get you agitated.
"Brian, make yourself useful and go and unpack the bathroom stuff for me please?" You asked, trying to sound the least bit annoyed. Brian nodded his head, as he climbed off of the bed, making his way passed you and into the bathroom. He closed the door behind him, as you heard the clattering sound of things falling over onto the counter. You rolled your eyes, as you continued on with the unpacking.
You were just finishing up the unpacking, when you heard a flush come from the bathroom, the door suddenly swinging open. Brian stepped out, looking rather dishevelled. He removed his beanie, as he looked at you, a guilty expression on his face. You looked at him in concern, your eyebrows furrowing.
"What did you do, Brian?" You giggled. Brian looked at you, as a smile cracked on his face. He scratched at his hair, as he let out a slight chuckle.
"N-Nothing...I would just leave it a while before going in there." His cheeks blushed from embarrassment, as you playfully smacked your hand against his chest.
"Brian! We've been in London for an hour and you're already leaving your mark?"
"Babe, you know I don't handle airplane food all that well. Comes out quicker-" You held your hands out to stop him from taking the joke too far.
"Okay, no more." You grimaced, as Brian fell onto the bed laughing. His hands clutched at his abdomen, as he rolled from one side to another, laughing hysterically.
He wasn't lying before, he really does love toilet humour. After he had eventually calmed down, you perched on the edge of the bed, as you turned back to face him. He sat up, placing a kiss to your cheek, as he raised an eyebrow.
"Where do you want to head first, Princess?" He asked, as you shrugged your shoulders. Brian had already visited London, so he knew more of what to do. He pulled out a pamphlet, scanning through the pages, until he found an attraction that the pair of you could do for the evening. "How about going to the London Eye and then dinner at the Garfunkel's, my treat?"
"I love the sound of that." You smiled, as you both prepared for leaving.
A couple of hours later, you and Brian were at the top of the London Eye, looking down on the sights below. He pointed out Big Ben to you and Canary Wharf. Brian was your own little tour guide, telling you everything he possibly knew about London. He even pointed out the spots in which they had filmed for the British Invasion episode of his show. You had your own pod to yourself, meaning that you could be as care-free and touchy as possible. Brian was sat on the inner seats, bent over and reading through the information guide, as you took a seat beside him, wrapping your arms through his. You placed a kiss to his cheek, as he blew a kiss back. You kissed his cheek again, as he once again blew a kiss back quickly, before turning his attention back to the guide. In the end, you resulted in resting your head against his shoulder, as you watched yourselves slowly descend back down to the ground.
Across the next few days, you and Brian visited every attraction you possibly could, to make the most out of the short stay you would spend in London. On your first full day, you visited Madame Tussaud's, getting to see all of the incredibly accurate waxwork's, before the two of you moved onto the SeaLife centre. Brian was immersed into the underwater world, you literally had to drag him out of the building. Next, you went onto the London Dungeons, where Brian spent the majority of the time laughing at your reactions to the jump scares. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, as you walked out of the exit.
"Babe, I love you but you really do get scared easily!" He laughed, as he mocked your scream, causing you to flip him off. He tried to apologise by acting his cutest, pouting out his lips, before placing a kiss to your lips. "You love me really." He cheekily grinned, as you rolled your eyes, a slight giggle escaping your lips.
"Unfortunately, I do..." You teased.
On your second full day, you remained in bed the majority of the sunlight hours, letting a kiss lead from one thing to another. You even had a staff member visit your room due to a noise complaint from a neighbouring guest...that must have been down to the headboard banging against the wall. As evening came about, you and Brian got dressed up in your fanciest attires, before making your way across to one of the most expensive restaurants in London, located within the Shard. Brian insisted on paying for the whole meal, he wanted to show you a good time and because he felt that you deserved it for putting up with him, which made you laugh.
By the time the short trip away had come to an end, you and Brian were completely exhausted. You woke up on the morning of your flight home, wrapped in each other's arms. Brian bid you good morning with a passionate kiss, as he rested his forehead against yours, his chocolate eyes staring into your [E/C] galaxies. He smiled sweetly, not wanting to ever have to move from his spot.
"Do we have to go back?" You pouted, as Brian grazed his thumbs across both of your cheeks. He weakly smiled, as he slowly nodded his head.
"Unfortunately we do, Sweetheart." He cupped your face in his hands, as he pressed a kiss to your temple. He coiled his arms around you tightly, pressing you against his chest, as he rolled you over onto your back, holding himself above you. "One quickie before our flight?" He smirked, before leaning down and kissing you softly.
The pair of you ended up leaving later than planned, as you sprinted through security and the terminal, running to get onto the plane in time. You managed to get into your seats, just as the staff were closing up the terminal. Brian took his seat next to you, as he pecked his lips against yours. The flight soon took off, as Brian looked across you to look out of the window. He gripped onto your wrist, as he moved your hand up to the window, pressing your palm against the glass, with his resting behind it.
"We'll be back soon, I promise." He whispered into your ear, as you nodded your head, a tear threatening to spill from your eyes. "Come on, get some sleep, Babe." He patted his shoulder, as you turned to rest your head against him. With the motion of the flight, you soon drifted into a peaceful slumber, as Brian did too. You both awoke to the sound of the seatbelt bell, with New York City emerging out of the clouds down below.
Even though it had only been a short trip, you appreciated the lone time you got to spend with Brian. As you walked through the terminal, the pair of you were greeted by Joe, Murray, and Sal all holding a welcome home sign. They had come to pick you up, knowing how jetlagged you'd both be, making you too tired to drive back home. They wanted to know everything about the trip; you and Brian didn't stop talking from the second you stepped into Joe's car, until you arrived back at your house. You truly had had a wonderful time with your boyfriend, and couldn't wait for the many more adventures to come.