"I'm just saying," he continued as they entered his apartment, "It's possible."
"Of course its possible," she said, "Its also illegal, not to mention two people died while doing it."
"That had nothing to do with the act though. Its perfect, security is down; we get up into the crown and…"
"Danny we are not having sex in the Statue of Liberty."
"Technically not in, outside the crown. Just think about it okay? You could hold onto the railing and I could be behind you…"
"And then you wake up," she said, sitting firmly on the couch, "Because it's a dream and it's never happening."
He sat next to her, silent, and then opened his mouth again; eyes alight with a new argument.
She didn't let him get it out, "Not happening. Sex and national monuments do not mix. You should be ashamed of yourself Messer that statue was the first thing your grandmother saw when she came into this country and you want to defile it."
He groaned, "It was just a thought."
"Well let it go."
He was silent again, but then reached into his pocket and found the can she'd left there before, "Spray on condom?" he asked.
She shook her head again, "Are you crazy? Isn't our sex life adventurous enough for you?"
Worried suddenly that she thought he was complaining, "I didn't mean—"
He stopped when she swung herself into his lap, "Tell you what," she said, kissing him, "You go get a real condom," she kissed him again, "I'll get some whipped cream," his eyes widened as she kissed him a third time, "And you can meet me on the one surface in this apartment we haven't done it on."
His eyes widened, "You think the table will hold us?"
She shrugged, "Maybe, maybe not?"
He smirked, "I'm willing to risk it if you are."
"Then get a move on cowboy, or I'll start without you."
He deposited her on the couch, making a run for the bedroom, shucking clothes as he went and leaving her laughing as she headed for the refrigerator.