Runaway Honeymooners:
"Pass the napkins" Zenos reached around her head, his gloved fingers closed firmly around the rim of her glass. The diner around them cloyed with the heady scent of the aftermath of their visit.
"Are you going to hold my drink or finish it, like last time?" Crow resisted against his solicitous grip.
"Depends on when I get the napkins" He licked his finger, eyes curving with an easy smile.
"How about you get your own drink?" She tore at the greasy slice, pepperoni salty and cheesy; fresh from the box.
Her now-husband leaned close, lips nearly as saturated as hers with crimson. "That's not what you said last night when I was between your–"
"SHUT– Fine!" His bride grew flushed despite the fact that there was not a living soul to overhear his careless disclosure of their bedroom habits.
