Lindsay blew her hair off of her forehead and sighed before collapsing onto the couch. She was sweaty, dusty, and tired, and from the sounds in the bedroom, she was sure Adam wasn't going to have the bed assembled by the time she was ready to climb into it.

They'd been back from their honeymoon for a day and had spent the majority of that time settling into their new apartment. They had had movers deliver all their stuff while they were gone, but they still had to unpack. So far half the kitchen was done, and the couch was in the proper place. Everything else looked like a second hand store had thrown up.

"Hey hon?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you have any idea where I might procure a hex key?"

She just looked at him, an eyebrow raised.

"Do I look like I know?"

"It's going to be the mattress on the floor tonight if I don't get one."

"Better than just the floor like last night."

"You're cranky."

"Not really, I'm just… Yeah, I am kind of cranky. I need food."

"I suppose we're going to the store then," he said. She sighed and gave him a pouty face.

"But… I'm so tired."

"I'll go to the store if you finish in the kitchen. And then later we'll go real grocery shopping like a little old lady and a little old man and people will comment about how cute we are. Deal?"

"I'm so in."

He chuckled and leaned over the back of the couch to kiss her.

"I'll be back. Love you."

"Love you too."

He grabbed his keys off the counter and headed out the door while she rolled off the couch and pulled her hair back into an elastic band. She really wanted to open a window, but it was a lot colder outside than she could stand, so she stood in front of the open, empty fridge for a moment before sitting down on the floor with a box of kitchen stuff.

"Two microwaves and not one working toaster," she mumbled, shaking her head and examining the 50 year old toaster that had come from the depths of one of their kitchens. She had no idea how they had accumulated so much crap in their lives, but she was pretty sure they were going to be making several trips to the dumpster in the next few days.

The current silence was driving her nuts, so she found her laptop and turned it on, trying to figure out what to listen to as it started up. Country was a fallback option- always there, always good, but not necessarily what she wanted at the moment. She scrolled lazily through her playlists and finally just hit shuffle.

Her instant messenger buzzed and she clicked on it, finding a message from Austin.

You're home?

Yeah, got home last night.

And you didn't let me know? Fail.

Sorry, I was a little distracted.

Dirty.

Maybe a little. What's up?

Nothing. Pulled a graveyard. Went to bed. Woke up three hours later. And Danny's not home.

You're bored.

I thought about taking a pill and going back to sleep, but those things always have bad side effects.

Agreed.

So what's up with you? You guys went to Mars for all I know.

No, not Mars.

Well where then? Geez, you said you would tell me as soon as you knew.

We didn't have cell reception. Otherwise your inbox would be full of pictures of some very interesting characters.

Pray tell.

We went on a cruise. Canada and Alaska.

Heh, boat sex.

Don't be gross. And yeah. But let me just say. Most of our shipmates were older couples.

And?

They've been together so long, they're comfortable just letting themselves go. Also comfortable enough to walk around the boat in pretty much nothing. I saw way more skin than I was planning on.

Yikes.

It was fine the first day. Then one guy wore a Speedo, and it seemed like it became the cool thing to do.

Oh noooo.

Aust, you have no idea. It was… oh man. I can't even… we had to figure out when people went to the pool and rearrange our lives so we ended up there before them. By the end of the week we knew the schedules of the scantily clad like the backs of… their backs.

If you could see how hard I am laughing right now…

There was this one guy. I can't even think about it without shuddering. We nicknamed him Loose Larry. You can take that however you want and you'll probably be right.

That's frightening Linds.

You're not kidding.

Hey Danny just came home and he wants to watch a movie.

Okay. I've got to get this kitchen done before Adam gets back anyway.

We'll talk later. Love you

Love you too.

She signed off and clicked through her iTunes until it played a song she liked. Sitting down on the floor again, she opened another box, finding her mixing bowls. She unwrapped them and stuck them in a cabinet. It didn't take her long to get into a rhythm, and when Adam returned, she was deciding which drawer to put the silverware into.

"Hey babe. Wow, you really got stuff done."

"Yeah. Now if I can remember where everything is, we'll call it good."

He helped her up from the floor and pulled her into a hug, kissing her forehead.

"What's that for?" she asked with a smile.

"Just cuz I'm allowed," he replied, shrugging. "I got fried chicken for dinner."

"I can smell that. Good choice."

"I figured that a little artery clogging once in a while couldn't hurt."

"Certainly not. Did you find a hex key?"

"Surprisingly yes. Give me twenty minutes and that mess in there is going to start to resemble a bedroom."

"I don't enjoy living like this," she said, looking around the kitchen. "People are always like 'Hey, think outside the box!' I hate boxes."

"What are you talking about?"

"I don't know," she muttered, burying her face in his chest. "Man you smell good."

"Yeah?"

"Mmm-hmm."

She took a deep breath and clasped her hands against the small of his back.

"I'm so tired."

"Me too."

"Work tomorrow."

"I don't want to go back either," he said, kissing her hair. "Wanna call in sick?"

"Yeah, like Mac would be fooled by that."

"We could have come down with food poisoning from airplane food."

"And no lawsuit in the works? What kind of people are we?"

"Lazy ones."

"At least we've found our niche."

He chuckled and ran his fingers through her hair.

"I love you, Linds."

"I love you too."

They stood there quietly for almost ten minutes, just holding each other. She marveled at the way her heart still beat faster when his arms were around her, how his smile still made her weak at the knees, how the mere mention of his name almost caused her to blush.

"Let's eat dinner before it gets cold," he suggested finally.

"Then you can put the bed together and I'll stand there laughing while you curse."

"Sounds like a plan."

Several hours later they were curled up in bed, eyes at half mast and breathing slowly. Her fingers danced over his chest in nonsensical patterns and her hair had almost gone completely flat from his fingers running through it. They didn't say a word, but every few minutes she would lift her head from his chest and stretch up to kiss him. She'd settle herself back down and they would continue the ministrations, creating a new splinter of connection before sleep took them.

"Oh, I almost forgot," she said suddenly, fighting a yawn.

"What?"

"I got something for you."

She rolled over and grabbed the object off of the night stand and handed it to him.

"Happy one week anniversary."

He chuckled and inspected the completely intact bubblewrap.

"I saved every single piece for you, and I didn't pop even one."

"You are the best wife ever and I am a very big fan of the one week anniversary."

"Me too."

His hands slid down and rested on the small of her back, pulling her has close as she possibly could be.

"Night, love."

"Night."

Tomorrow reality would come back and make them busy and frustrated, but tonight they were still on vacation, they were still just the two of them, and that was the only thing that mattered in the world.