A/N: Welcome back. I hope you've enjoyed it so far. So, I figured out what I want to do with this. Every chapter will represent one holiday from each month for a year. It will contain sexual adventures with a theme of sorts. Chapters one and two were short and went together well anyway so I uploaded them as one.

Chapter 3: January – New Year's

Kim and Ron sat on their couch, watching the TV blindingly light up their otherwise dark living room. Kim got her holidays off. Ron closed the gym for winter break. The only thing open throughout the weeks would be the pet store. Ron and his store team were hard at work prior to Christmas. They were vetting buyers to avoid overzealous ones that make Christmas purchases of animals on a whim. He also held seminars for kids and adults on how to take care of various exotic pets. He was closing in on getting not only a veterinary partner, but changing his sources of animals to previously wounded ones, not unlike most zoos in the area.

Ron was deep in thought about his businesses, staring blankly into the distance at the TV, eating some popcorn. All Kim was seeing was him staring at the host, Ron's favorite singer and former supermodel, Sara Patel. Her long dark black hair a smooth, dark brown skin complimented the bright white coat/outfit they put her in. She was saying some fluff about the ball drop into the microphone.

"Imagining that mic being your dick?" Kim said suddenly.

Ron coughed on his popcorn, only half hearing what she said. "What? Oh look, it's almost time for the ball drop! Hehhehheh, 'ball drop'…"

He began counting down enthusiastically. Kim looked at him. This is really what they were doing? Sure, it was quiet and traditional. And maybe with some kids, friends, and family around it wouldn't be—but it was just the two of them. It was sort of their honeymoon, although they had planned on taking their official one at a later date. At first Kim thought it was strange that Ron did not want to go out and party, but she guessed those days were over. They were officially married now, after all.

But did they really have to spend it with Ron gawking at a model batting her eyes into a microphone about how something was actually going to change or whatever? And why was he so eager for the moment the new year rang in, anyway? It's not like Sara was suddenly going to strip off at the ball dropping.

Ron kissed her. She couldn't help it. He was still sweet. As long as he wasn't thinking about Sara.

Ron shifted tones. He laid her down on their couch. Ah, this is what he wanted. Good. Because she wanted it too. She wrapped her leg around him, he kissed her neck and grabbed her butt through the fabric of her pajama pants. He leaned up to pull off his shirt and toss it to the side. He pulled off her pants and kissed her legs, taking a moment to look at her. They kissed as he pulled up her top, revealing her breasts. He kissed them aggressively, leaving trails down her stomach.

She slipped her panties down and pushed her husband's head down. He began pleasuring her orally as he jacked off his own member. Kim relaxed and enjoyed his services. She combed her fingers through his hair until she decided it was his turn. She sat up and let him sit down, pants around his ankle as she bobbed her head up and down his dick. Ron enjoyed himself for a few moments.

"Come up," he told her. She sat up on him and rode him, switching between grinding and bobbing up and down. She grabbed her own breasts in pleasure, biting her lip. Ron held her steady, taking her in. "Fuck, Kim." He grunted. Kim couldn't help but smile. Like her, he didn't swear often. He sat up closer to the edge. He started shaking, going in and out rapidly. "Oh, you're so hot." She grabbed his shoulder and rubbed his neck. Ron hoped she was cumming, because he was. "Ahhhhh that's nice." Ron had a tendency to say something odd whenever he came.

Kim rubbed his shoulder and laughed. "You're so goofy." She looked around as she got off. "Did we really just have couch sex? Like a couple of teenagers left home alone?"

Ron was still exhaling rapidly. "Yeah." He thought about it. "I would not have dreamed of doing you on either of our couches as teenagers. Your dad would have killed me. Besides, we're adults with our own couch now. That we bought with our own money."

Kim shrugged. She got up to get Ron some water, along with a bottle of champagne they had been gifted from their wedding. "To ringing in the new year…with a bang?" she said. Gross, sounds like something her brothers would say.

They clanged glasses. "To our honeymoon."

They sipped. "This doesn't count as our honeymoon." Kim said, giving Ron a look.

"I know, I know, just in the official sense." He took a sip. "Plus, we got the house. That's some cause for celebration!" He leaned in for a neck kiss. "Starting by me doing you in every room…"

"Even the closets?" Kim joked.

"If this pleases you, my lady. But I was thinking the kitchen, the home gym, maybe even the garage…"

"We don't exactly have furniture yet."

She was right. Besides the bedroom and living room, they were slowly gathering the finances to furnish their house. The home gym had been decided on, but there was nothing but the carpet in there.

"Well, I want to have sex with you in all the places!" Ron stated "Before you know, we get interrupted by things…someone's running around being nosey." Kim looked at him. He got a little awkward whenever they talked about kids. She thought she was clear when she told him she wasn't ready yet. And he had even agreed that he wasn't ready himself. "Kim…the dog?"

"Oh! Yes, I guess they can be nosey." She had forgotten for a moment that they had agreed on getting pets. It would be their first, since neither of their parents allowed pets (besides Rufus) when they were growing up, for various reasons. Ron's mostly for his dad's allergies. Hence Rufus being hairless. But Ron and Kim had no such allergies and decided they wanted to get a dog or cat or both.

Ron raised his eyebrows at her as he sipped his champaign.

A/N: Alrighty. So, the other chapters will probably be a little bit longer. Idk I was not feeling too creative for January. But bear with me for February!