Jessie has been waiting for this.

"It took you long enough." Jessie said, taking off her shirt.

"If I let you have your way, we'd never leave the bed." Nick replied, taking his off as well.

"If you let me have my way we'd leave the bed quite a bit. You're the one who insists we stay on the bed." She removed her shirt and sat at the edge of the bed facing away from him as he dropped his pants.

He bent down and kissed her neck, unhooking her bra at the same time. It fell onto her lap, and he whispered "My slut."

She reached up and behind her to hold his head as she turned her face to the side. "My prude." she replied, and he kissed her. They held the kiss, her eyes closed, as his hands slowly felt their way to cup her chest, pushing her down while he climbed onto the bed.

They weren't sure when those words turned from insults to pet names, but they both liked it. Nick was hardly a prude, of course, by normal standards, and over their honeymoon, never leaving the bed was a real possibility for a day. But he insisted they stick to the bed, and was always more embarrassed by sexual acts.

They rolled over each other until they reached the middle of the bed.