Hi guys! The site was having a few problems when I posted my last chapter so I couldn't reply to your reviews straight away. They seemed to fix it and I responded the next day, but I'm not sure if my replies even sent properly. If you didn't get my reply, just know, I LOVED all your reviews and responses to the Rebecca situation and them joining the mile high club!

I'm going away for a few days for my birthday, so I've decided to post two chapters quite close together, to tide you over for the next coupla days. This one is obviously quite a short one, which is why I'm promising you two to make up for the shortness.

"Home sweet home!" Alex said, much too brightly, the words not quite suiting him as he stepped back to let Norma into the house first. He had insisted on carrying both their bags, but he almost wished he hadn't, longing for the comforting touch of her hand as they walked back into her home, feeling like it had been a lifetime since they left.

He glanced at her, reading her face as she gazed around the house, obviously feeling the exact same thing.

"It feels like we've been away for weeks." She observed mildly, bending to scoop up the small pile of mail that had accumulated on the mat, flicking through it casually, seeing nothing of particular interest.

"Anything for me?" He asked casually, placing their bags neatly at the bottom of the stairs.

"What?" She murmured, distracted as she opened a bill, frowning as she read through it. "No. You don't live here." She said, only half paying attention to herself, freezing as she realised what she'd said, glancing over her shoulder suddenly, taking in his hurt expression.

"I mean- No, of course you live here! I meant... You didn't LIVE live here... before." She tried to explain, her voice stuttering, dropping the letters on the side and crossing over to him. She wrapped her arms round his neck, his hands resting lightly on her waist. "But you live here now." She said seriously, giving him a pointed look. "You LIVE live here."

He nodded thoughtfully, secretly enjoying her discomfort, pretending to be confused by her ineloquent wording.

"So I didn't LIVE live here before?" He asked, his tone mocking.

She shook her head, before frowning at the floor for a second, confused.

"I don't-" She started, losing the thread of their ridiculous, awkward conversation, cut off as he laughed, swooping forward to kiss her. It was tentative for all of three seconds before she opened her mouth to him, their tongues sliding against each other, his hands pulling her hard against him.

With a gasp, he suddenly pulled her off her feet, his hands clasping at her ass, her legs wrapping naturally around his waist. He spun them round and shoved her up against the wall at the bottom of the stairs.

"Oh." She said, her tone surprised, pulling her mouth away from his as he pressed her against the wall.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Is this- Do you not-" He floundered, pulling back to look at her in confusion.

"No, no!" She started hurriedly, pecking him lightly, her tone absurdly casual for their intimate position. "I just actually have alot to do tonight." Privately, she also suspected that if they did it again right now, she might not be able to walk for a while, but she didn't want to worry him. She really did have alot to do before tomorrow aswell - There was a house full of chores that had gone unheeded for a whole weekend, as well as two bags full of laundry to do and a motel that needed checking over and setting up for tomorrow.

"Oh. Ok." He said, his disappointment evident.

"You wanna help me?" She asked nervously, their conversation carrying on like her legs weren't wrapped around him. The only man who'd ever wanted to help with the chores was Norman and she corrected herself before he could answer. "Of course you don't." She muttered quietly, like she was being silly. "Why don't you go and-"

He cut her off with a surprise kiss and a sad look. He hated that she had this idea in her head of a 1950s husband-and-wife dynamic, with her doing everything around the house, and him apparently sitting on the couch, getting fat off her cooking.

"I'd love to help." He said seriously, and her face lit up.

"Really?"

He nodded.

"But you're going to have to teach me your ways, Norma Bates. You're gonna have to show me how you like things to be folded-"

She beamed at him, kissing him before he could utter another word. He had spoken the words she'd been waiting her whole life to hear.

It was the small hours of the morning till they were done, and Alex privately thought alot of their tasks could have waited till tomorrow, but he'd daren't tell Norma that, realising she probably wouldn't have been able to sleep unless everything was done.

She took his hand, yawning sweetly as she led him up the stairs, not noticing his slight hesitancy when they reached the last few steps.

"So, where should I put my stuff?" He asked pointedly. She didn't pick up on his tone, turning and frowning at him, rubbing her eye sleepily.

"Wherever...?" She said, shrugging at him.

"Ok." He said slowly, his eyes darting from her bedroom door to the steps leading up to the room where he'd been sleeping. "I mean, should I put my stuff in your room or...?"

"Oh... OH!" Her eyes widened as she took in his nervous expression. He hadn't wanted to assume that she was going to be comfortable with him taking over her space, placing his belongings in her room and his body in her bed.

"I just don't wanna rush things- Rush you, I mean..." He rubbed his hand against his neck awkwardly, his words tumbling out stupidly. He glanced up to see her smiling at him kindly.

"We got married before we'd kissed." She reminded him. "We're the king and queen of rushing things." He laughed lightly, but her gentle joking didn't really answer his question. He tugged her hand, pulling her to him, his hands coming up to cup the sides of her face, and the smile dropped off her face as she took a deep breath. They gazed at each other seriously for a moment, the atmosphere buzzing with unspoken tension, a tentative, sweet sort of awkwardness washing over them.

"I don't want you to feel like I'm rushing you." His words were clearer now, his thoughts untangling as he watched her eyes widen at his words, gazing into their azure depths, wishing he could tell what she was thinking. He took a deep breath, taking another moment to organise his thoughts. "I know that everything happened really fast. I don't want you to think that I'm just going to assume that you want me to move into your room like we're-"

"Our room." She cut him off. "Our room." She repeated, biting her lip shyly as he smiled at her. "It's our room if you want it to be."

He nodded, his grin widening, his hands drifting down her back, coming to rest against her tailbone. Her own hands mimicked his, sliding down his chest, coming to rest lightly on his stomach and they took a slow breath together, breathing out a nervous laugh suddenly.

"I just wanna sleep tonight though..." She clarified, surprised when he puffed out a relieved laugh.

"Oh thank god. I'm exhausted." He grinned at her, before she took his hand, leading them to their room, to spend their first proper night in their home as man and wife.

Dat fluff tho. Don't get too used to it...

Ok, so just a short, cute little chapter for now. I'll be posting the next chapter tomorrow evening, and then there's gonna be a little break while I'm away. Leave me some lovely reviews for when I get back, yeah? Love you guys! xx