Audrey was gently awoken by Seymour's arms sneaking around her waist and kissing the back of her neck.

She laughed a little as he continued. "Good morning to you, too." She turned over in the bed so she was facing him and lightly kissed his mouth.

Seymour deepened the kiss and moved his hands from her waist to her nightgown clad breasts. He was cupping and squeezing with such passion. In response, Audrey squeaked with surprise. "Seymour!" She was almost giddy. "What's gotten into you?"

"I need you, Audrey." He clumsily fumbled with the buttons on her nightwear until, with desperate frustration, pulled it open, consequently sending several of the buttons flying to the floor.

He began to kiss her neck then moved down to her chest, planting kisses all across it while she ran her fingers through the tight curls on his head.

"God, Audrey, I need to have you. Right now." He began to hike her nightgown up.

"Seymour! Yes! Yes!" She could feel how much he wanted her on her thigh. With the same vigor her husband was using, she reached down and yanked at his boxer shorts.

He pressed his body firmly on top of hers and moved his hand further and further up her thigh.

"Audrey? Audrey?" She blinked her eyes open and tried to figure out what was going on. "You were moaning and stirring, I think you might've been having a nightmare. Are you okay?"

Seymour was lying next to her, tentatively stroking her arm.

"Huh?" Was all she could manage to say.

"Yeah, you kept saying my name so I just wanted to make sure nothing was wrong." He smiled at her. Finally registering what had happened, she laughed and threw her arms around him.

"Don't worry, Seymour. It was a good kind of dream." She touched his face and leaned in to his kiss. It was chaste at first but, to Seymour's surprise, she deepened the kiss very quickly and moved closer towards him.

They broke apart briefly as Seymour chuckled. "What's gotten into you? I mean, not that I'm complaining or anything…" Audrey let out a hearty laugh and threw herself back into his arms.

She continued to kiss him while moving her hands under his white vest. "Touch me, Seymour." She muttered against his lips.

"Oh, um…" He gently moved his hand over her right breast and let it linger there. "Here? Is this alright?" They had only been married for nine days so bedroom antics were still very new to him, but he was trying his best. It certainly didn't take much for him to want to be intimate with Audrey. He still couldn't believe his luck.

While her husband wasn't the most experienced man she'd been with, he was certainly the most loving. She thought back to the men who didn't ask her what she wanted. The men who barely waited for a confirmation. The men who didn't actually love her.

She truly didn't care if he wasn't animalistic or overly passionate in that regard. He was everything she could have ever wanted.

"That's perfect, Seymour." She replied honestly.

Their marriage was what dreams are made of.