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3:51 a.m.

My face immediately broke out into a grin when Bella pulled back after licking my jaw for a second time.

"I knew you wouldn't be able to stop yourself."

"It's just sitting there, begging me to lick it," she said in a serious tone, making no apology.

I couldn't let myself care that the jaw licking might have been considered odd. Because nothing tonight had been weird. Maybe for our friends and the poor, unsuspecting strangers we involved with our antics, but not weird for us. Not weird for me.

There'd been puke shoes and talk of drug dealers, claims of being engaged and holey Batman boxers. But not once was there an awkward silence. She didn't cease to one up my banter, and that'd never happened before with anyone. Not with an attractive female that snorted every beverage out her nose and gave amazing side boob to strangers.

"Okay. My turn." My voice was strained as my hands ran down her back, teasing and taunting with my statement.

She glared for a split second. "I don't have a scruffy jaw for you to lick."

I let out a soft chuckle as my hands moved down to her waist and up her stomach, stopping too short and causing her to shiver in response.

"You owe me side boob since I let you lick my jaw," I whispered, gauging her reaction.

"Oh, do I, now?" she asked with snark.

"Yes, you do. Tit," I squeezed her side, below her breast, "for tat."

She tried so hard not to roll her eyes and laugh at my joke, but in the end she did.

"I can see it written all over your face, Bella. Don't hold back. Give in to your urge to flash the side boob."

"That's not the only urge I want to give into," she said quietly and vaguely, although I'm pretty sure I got the message.

Bella adjusted herself on my lap, causing me to groan in response. She stared at me knowingly, playfully, like she had a secret and found something all too amusing. Or maybe not, maybe it was the alcohol screwing with my head. She leaned closer to kiss me, just a peck, but I leaned in for more and grabbed the back of her head with one hand.

"We should get out of these wet clothes," she suggested, somehow managing to pull away from my lips and hop off the bed.

"Ah, ha." I let out a breath and hit my palms against the mattress. "There might be some robes in the bathroom."

"Perfect, because what's a honeymoon without a little terrycloth?" she asked and I stared at her ass before she disappeared into the bathroom.

"The same as one without jaw licking: boring." I joked and smiled to myself.

She walked out of the bathroom and tossed one of the robes on my face.

"I also found this in the bathroom," she said, and I felt a bottle hit my stomach.

Pulling the robe off my face, I inspected the bottle of bubble bath she'd tossed on my stomach and stared questioningly at her.

"I refuse to make it rain with this, just letting you know that right now," I deadpanned, swinging my legs off the bed.

"What's a honeymoon without a bubble bath?"

I tossed it back to her. "So, what am I supposed to do while you're bathing?" I asked, not knowing if she was inviting me to join her, and not wanting to assume that was the case.

"Don't be silly," she replied with heavy eyes. "The Batman boxers could've been a hoax. I need to make sure you're still hot, even with a bubble mohawk."

A/N: Manips of Rob with a bubble mohawk are greatly appreciated. One more update later tonight.

Spoiler alert: THERE WILL BE BUBBLE BEARDS. Thanks for rec'ing and tweeting and not booking me a room at the asylum. And thanks to Livie79 for prereading this & telling me she'll shank me.