"Honey, where's the ketchup?" He searches around the lazy Susan for the bottle. "Ah! Nevermind. Got it." He stands up and turns around, grinning triumphantly, but the look on Bella's face gives him pause. "Bella?"
Her nose crinkles. Rather adorably, actually. "Don't call me 'honey.'" He's puzzled. "Jake used to call me that." Suddenly he understands. He puts down the ketchup and steps behind her, wrapping her in his arms.
"What should I call you then, hmm?" He places a kiss behind her ear. "Gorgeous? Dollface? Beautiful?" She giggles and swats at his forearm.
"You can't call me 'Beautiful,' Paul!" He squeezes her tighter.
"Well then I guess I can't call you 'Bella' either since that's what your name means, smart one." She laughs and turns to face him, eagerly pressing her lips to his.
***
He buries his face in her neck, his left hand fisted in her hair and his right curled possessively around her thigh. Her fingers rake down his back, and he groans, seeing exploding white stars as he reaches his peak.
"Oh God," he whispers as he comes back down. He feels her laugh beneath him.
"I'm not at all opposed to that nickname."