The rest of the flight is uneventful. Jon and I laugh a lot, cuddle a lot, and whisper about the guy sat behind us a hell of a lot. He seems really relaxed as we get off the plane and head for the rental car he's already booked. "Very prepared Mr Good" I say, linking my arm through his as we walk through the airport. He smiles, pulling me closer to him and kissing me softly. My phone suddenly starts going wild. I frown as I pull it out of my pocket. Twitter. "Uh oh" I groan, showing it to him. He smiles. "They're wrong" he whispers. "I promise you, that was my mile high club initiation, first time. They're totally wrong." I smile. "You don't need to justify yourself to me Jon" I say. "So what if you and Renee did the nasty on a plane..." "We didn't!" he practically yells. "That was the first time I have ever had sex on a plane, ok?" I nod quickly, not looking at him as we walk through the terminal. "Dammit Lora" he groans as soon as we get outside. "I knew there would be a backlash, I just didn't expect you to listen to it. You and I have been far more like a couple than Renee and I ever were. It will die down, I promise you." I nod and look around, following him as he finds the rental. He loads the bags into it and opens my door. "Your home awaits, Mrs Good" he says, bowing theatrically. I smile and get into the car, watching him as he closes the door then runs around to get in the other side. "Ready?" he asks, starting the engine. I nod and watch the road as he drives us home.
Home. It's strange, but as soon as I'm inside the apartment it already feels like home. I know it's only for four weeks, but it's like I've been here before. "So?" he asks nervously. I smile. "It's lovely Jon" I say. "Not what I expected at all." "How do you mean?" he asks. "Well" I smirk. "It's clean for a start. And there are no pictures of naked women on your walls." He laughs. "They're in the bedroom" he says, winking. I slap him and he groans playfully. "That's husband abuse" he pouts, rubbing his arm. I smile, leaning down and kissing his arm softly. "Tired?" he asks. Surprisingly, I find myself nodding. He nods and grabs our bags, leading me to the bedroom. "We can unpack tomorrow" he says, going to his closet and handing me a shirt. I frown as I take it from him. "I like you wearing my clothes" he admits. "Besides, first night in our home together, I just wanna hold my wife if that's ok?" I nod and quickly change into the shirt as he watches. He throws the covers back and helps me into bed. As I get comfortable he strips down to his boxers before climbing in beside me. "Night, Mrs Good" he whispers, wrapping his arms around me. "Sleep tight."
When I wake the next morning, it's because he's not there. I mean, totally not in the apartment at all. I put some coffee on and head into the bedroom. Unpacking takes me mere minutes, I didn't bring much at all. I'm sat on the sofa drinking coffee and flicking through tv channels when he finally comes in, dripping in sweat. "Hey" he pants, kissing my head and dropping a weighted vest on the floor. I smile. "Hey yourself" I whisper, looking at him as he flops on the sofa next to me. "Just went out to the desert for a run" he explains. "I like to go early, before it gets too hot." I nod and carry on drinking my coffee. "Lora?" he asks. "Are you mad at me?" "Mad?" I ask. "No. I just got a bit worried, not knowing where you were. There was no note or anything." "I wouldn't leave you" he says quickly. "I didn't think you'd wake so soon." "The arms were gone" I say quietly. He smiles. "Next time, you can come with me" he says kissing my head. I smile and nod. "Sounds good" I say as he stands up. "I'm gonna hit the shower" he says. "I'll only be a few minutes, then we can go shopping. I'm sure there's more stuff we need here." I nod and watch as he heads for the bathroom before taking my empty cup into the kitchen. I wash it quickly before heading to the bedroom to get dressed.
I've just pulled a pair of shorts on when he comes out of the bathroom, rubbing at his hair with a towel. "Damn doll" he groans. "Do you have to look so good?" "Yep" I say, quickly checking my makeup. "Makes you look like some kind of sex god. Can't have your wife looking a mess now can we?" "I am a sex god" he whispers, pulling me into his arms. "And don't you forget it." "I'm sure you'll remind me every chance you get" I laugh, kissing him quickly. "Is that it?" he asks. "A quick peck is all I get?" "Yes" I pout. "You left me alone. Naughty husband." "Husband can be naughtier, dear wife" he warns. "Don't threaten me with a good time Ambrose" I warn. He laughs. "I'll get dressed" he finally says. "We got a lot to get ready." I nod and leave him to get dressed while I head to the lounge to put my converse on. "Ready?" he asks, walking out and grabbing the car keys. I nod and grab my phone and my purse. He stares at me and shakes his head. "What?" I ask. "Put your money away" he says. "This is on me." I shake my head. "Nope" I say, pushing past him and running to the door. He pushes me up against it and kisses me hard. I moan and grab his hair, dropping the purse to run my fingers through his damp locks. He kisses me for what seems like forever, picking me up and carrying me out to the car, not breaking the kiss. It's only when he sits me in the passenger seat that I realise what he's done. "You can't always kiss me into submission Jon" I groan. "Wanna bet?" he asks. I shake my head. He probably could.