Jeanne sighed.
Her bed was too soft, her clothes were too comfortable and the quilt was too hot. She was used to torture, not this. She fidgeted and wriggled until she finally decided what to do.
She got out of bed with a pillow and decided to sleep on the floor with no blanket. This is what she was used to. Then she heard something behind her.
"You can be foolish sometimes, dear."
"Lián?"
Ren lay down besides her on the floor and rapped his hands around his odd but lovable wife.
"Why are you sleeping on the floor again? And don't pretend that I haven't noticed you here before." Ren kissed the nape of his wife's neck, she fell back into her husband's arms, he made her feel so safe and comfortable, the good comfortable.
"I'm not used to it. I like my bed hard and my quilts thin and barely a nightgown."
"Well, we can get a new bed tomorrow."
"Really?"
"Yeah, and we can get a new duvet."
"But wouldn't you be uncomfortable?"
"Jeanne, you aren't the only one who was used to torture, silly. I like it that way too; I just wanted you to know comfort."
"Well, I don't like comfort, it's too... Comfortable."
Ren laughed and continued kissing his wife. "You know Jeanne, we can fix you nightgown problem right now."
Jeanne flushed red. They were newlyweds so making love wasn't all too common to them. Ren seemed comfortable with it and he was nice enough to wait until marriage for Jeanne but she still wasn't used to it. She liked it but she felt embarrassed during it all.
"Do we have to?"
"Not if you don't want to, but you'll have to force me to stop kissing you," Ren proceeded to kiss her around the neck, he had lied about not wanting it, and by George he'll try to get her comfortable enough. "I love you" he whispered softly into her ear nibbling at the lobe.
"Ah, Ren, stop..." Rens hands began to wander; one remained wrapped around her waist as the other moved down and caressed her thigh softly. Jeanne knows what he was doing. "Ren, this isn't going to work," she turned around sifting so she faced him on the floor, lying softly resting her head on the cushion.
Ren steered deep into her eyes, "I'm sorry Jeanne, you are just too beautiful for me to not want to hold, to kiss..." Ren kissed her pushing his body up against hers. "...And to touch."
He moved down from kissing her lips onto her neck again. He heard her moan and felt her grip tighten on the back of his pyjamas. "You are such a cocky jackass Lián. I can feel you smile against my skin every time you make me moan."
"Could you blame me? Makin you moan make me feel like I can't control my next move." Before Jeanne can realise it Ren had pinned her down.
He unbuttoned the top of her nightgown, he kissed along her collarbone. Jeanne's embarrassment was getting stronger but arousal was stronger.
"God Lián, you're arrogant, narcissistic, cocky, jackass." Jeanne gave in, she had to admit it, she wanted him.
"I love you Jeanne. It's so hard to find someone who gets turned on by that..." Ren said smugly and Jeanne was clearly angered. "...Masochist."
"I love you two, bastard."
"So, what about this bed Lián?"
"I don't care, we have been bed shopping for hours, I swear I'm just going to buy you a bag of pees to sleep on."
"Oh ha-ha, I'm not returning the bed we buy. You'll be stuck with it for years. Do you care now?"
"Jeanne, I couldn't care less right now. But to be honest, as long as you are comfortable I'm happy."
"I love you Lián,"
"I love you too, Jeanne."
Later that night they christened there new bed. It was a hard wooden bed, with pick sheets and thin duvet with a lot of frills. Suddenly Ren cared about the bed choice.