BRAG
They're not DIY'ers, in fact, they have plenty of money to hire a specialist for every single detail, but there's something about building their home together, now for the first time as husband and wife, that has them decide to try most of it themselves. It probably takes thrice as long, and not for their lack of trying or enthusiasm; it's just... they're newlyweds, and they're rather easily distracted.
So when they put together their bed, a flat pack from IKEA of all places because the one they picked out was out of stock and takes two months to deliver, it's their first argument as husband and wife.
He keeps insisting he doesn't need the instructions, and Donna has already picked them up five times to make sure he has the correct piece. He curses every single time the stupid metal handlebar slips between his fingers, and Donna suggests they could also simply sleep on their mattress on the floor; he blurts out, "I'm building us this goddamn bed."
She rolls her eyes and tosses the instructions on the floor, leaving him be as she goes to their new kitchen. It takes another hour for him to finally put it together, pushing himself up from the floor, and leaving the room in search of his wife.
She's still grumpy when she hears his footsteps appear, and she has every intention of telling him it wouldn't have taken this long if he had just listened to her, but the second she spots his face, that half smile tugging on his lips, all is forgotten.
She lunges forward, cupping his face and kisses him. And it takes a moment for him to catch up and kiss her back, pulling her into his arms until they're both out of breath. He simply moves her hair out of her face as he pulls back.
"Sorry.." they both blurt out at the same time.
"This was our first fight.."
He nods, feels a little sad about it, and then realises something. It's not meant as a brag, but he feels a little smug getting to say it anyway. "Good thing we have a bed now; I hear make-up sex is excellent."
She doesn't have to be told twice, her lips meeting his again before she pushes him towards their bedroom. Only pausing briefly to take in his work, she smiles proudly before he lifts her up and drops her on the duvet with a thud, covering his body with his own. Their clothes are shed in record time, and he's pushing into her with vigour, drawing every moan out of her as their new bed starts creaking underneath them. It has him slow down for a second, and Donna frowns, but their need for another is too prominent to worry about it any longer. He picks up the pace again, fucking her until she's writhing beneath him and just as they come, their moans filling the air, the sounds turn into shrieks as the back legs give out and the end of their bed drops to the ground.
Neither says a word for a good minute, too tired from their lovemaking and shocked by what just happened, and then they both laugh. So incredibly loud that it echoes through their entire empty house.
They decide to remove the mattress, place it safely on the ground and sleep like that for the time being, and as they take apart their bed, neither comments on the packet of lock screws they find stuck in the box.