What about the Honeymoon?
“So... we’re up,” Little Steph sighed, snuggled into RJ’s side as the leaned against the headboard of Steph and Hank’s bed.
“Kind of,” RJ said, rubbing his cheek against her hair. She leaned up and kissed him, and after a few minutes pulled away with a sigh.
“Teffie’s gonna kill us,” she said, looking at the destroyed bed.
“She wasn’ too happy,” RJ nodded thoughtfully.
“When did you see her?” she asked, confused.
“Dere be sounds o’ war from de kitchen, but when I went t’ go an’ look it was only Logan an’ his branch. Dey made me leave,” he said. Little Steph’s eyes widened as she looked him up and down.
“You raced into the kitchen like this?! No wonder they booted ya,” she said, started to laugh. RJ touched his cheek, then cringed.
“T’ought I’d wiped all dis up,” he said. She grinned and leaned over, kissing the cheek before she pulled back thoughtfully.
“Mmm, fluff flavored!” she said cheerily. RJ gave her a surprised look, then let out a muffled cry as she threw herself on top of him, pinning him down and kissing his face until all of the dried fluff was gone.
She sat up, then grinned at him.
“Now you just have to get the Steph off your face,” she teased. RJ looked up at her with wide eyes, then grinned and pulled her to his lips, making her cry out in surprise, then give a low moan of pleasure as he rolled her over and pinned her underneath him, then began kissing her neck as his hands encircled her waist.
“All right, honey moon’s over, kiddies, get up!”
Little Steph and RJ gasped as the loud, annoyed voice cut through the kissing, and instinctually Little Steph kicked her unlucky husband off her.
“Ai!” he cried, flying backwards off the bed and crashing to the floor and out of sight.
Little Steph, meanwhile, had bolted upright and wrapped herself up in covers, spinning around to her her older sister leaning in the door framed, arms folded and orange eyebrow quirked.
“Teffie!” Little Steph gasped. Steph rolled her eyes and shook her head.
“I’m sorry, but you’ve already messed up my bed enough with your muddy clothes and boots, this is too much. So if you don’t mind since you’re awake, maybe you can help me clean up all this mess,” she said.
“Oh,” Little Steph said, tuning bright red. “Um, no, it’s ok, Remy n’ I’ll take care of it. I’m sorry.”
“It’s all right,” Steph said, shaking her head and hiding her grin as she walked out.
Just the RJ moaned and pulled himself up the side of the bed, and Little Steph gasped, dropping the blankets to help pull him up.
“Oh, Remy, I’m so sorry, are you ok?” she asked. RJ gave her a cross-eyed look.
“I t’ink so,” he said.
“Good,” Little Steph said, punching him on the arm.
“Ow!” RJ yelped, then gave her a hurt look. “What was dat for?”
“For trying to start somethin’ in my big sister’s bed,” Little Steph said, getting up and looking around her her shirt. “That’s left for our room.”
“Or Vegas,” RJ grinned. Then he frowned, staring up at the ceiling for a moment as he flopped back on the bed, remembering the words that had interrupted them.
Little Steph looked over, then saw the upset look on his face and got worried.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, touching his shoulder and making the hurt go away, though he still looked troubled about something.
“I never have you a honey moon,” he said, looking up at her with ashamed eyes. “Y’ know, take you t’ Paris, or Spain, or somet’in!”
“We got married second night in Vegas,” Steph frowned as he sat up. “And we spent a week there.”
“Yeah... but dat trip was jus’ for d’ weddin’,” he said. “I never even ‘membered....”
“It’s all right,” Steph said, putting her arms around him. “Every day with you’se like a honey moon t’ me.”
“But I love ya so much,” Remy said, returning the embrace. “I wanna give you everyt’in right.”
“Then why’d we go to Vegas for our wedding?” Steph arched an eyebrow at him.
“You jokin’? De Olds! I wanted t’ give you everyt’in’ now,” Remy said, suddenly grinning. Steph also laughed, then kissed his neck gently.
“Maybe the Prof.’ll let us steal one of the small jets sometime,” Steph sighed, then snuggled in with him. “Even if he doesn’t, it’s ok. How many of our parents have gotten time for honey moons?”
“My old man did,” Remy said. “Steph n’ Hank went skiing for a weekend....”
“It’s all right, Rem, really!” Steph insisted.
“I still got a lot o’ de money I won in Vegas,” Remy frowned. Little Steph shook her head and looked at her rings.
“You did steal these?” she asked, looking surprised.
“Non, NON!” Remy gasped, looking at her. “I never give you stolen rings, petite, never!”
“Then how on earth do you have money left over?” Steph asked. RJ suddenly grinned.
“Dere be a lot o’ poker goin’ on down dere,” he said. “An’ I still play here on weekends, though ma pere won’t play me no more.”
“Remy,” Little Steph laughed, tickling his ribs and then getting to her feet, starting to pull the soiled sheets and bedding, handing him some as well. “You’ve given me everythin’ a girl could want, don’t worry about a honey moon.”
“Right...” RJ said softly, still lost in thought as he carried the blankets out after his young wife.
“Kind of,” RJ said, rubbing his cheek against her hair. She leaned up and kissed him, and after a few minutes pulled away with a sigh.
“Teffie’s gonna kill us,” she said, looking at the destroyed bed.
“She wasn’ too happy,” RJ nodded thoughtfully.
“When did you see her?” she asked, confused.
“Dere be sounds o’ war from de kitchen, but when I went t’ go an’ look it was only Logan an’ his branch. Dey made me leave,” he said. Little Steph’s eyes widened as she looked him up and down.
“You raced into the kitchen like this?! No wonder they booted ya,” she said, started to laugh. RJ touched his cheek, then cringed.
“T’ought I’d wiped all dis up,” he said. She grinned and leaned over, kissing the cheek before she pulled back thoughtfully.
“Mmm, fluff flavored!” she said cheerily. RJ gave her a surprised look, then let out a muffled cry as she threw herself on top of him, pinning him down and kissing his face until all of the dried fluff was gone.
She sat up, then grinned at him.
“Now you just have to get the Steph off your face,” she teased. RJ looked up at her with wide eyes, then grinned and pulled her to his lips, making her cry out in surprise, then give a low moan of pleasure as he rolled her over and pinned her underneath him, then began kissing her neck as his hands encircled her waist.
“All right, honey moon’s over, kiddies, get up!”
Little Steph and RJ gasped as the loud, annoyed voice cut through the kissing, and instinctually Little Steph kicked her unlucky husband off her.
“Ai!” he cried, flying backwards off the bed and crashing to the floor and out of sight.
Little Steph, meanwhile, had bolted upright and wrapped herself up in covers, spinning around to her her older sister leaning in the door framed, arms folded and orange eyebrow quirked.
“Teffie!” Little Steph gasped. Steph rolled her eyes and shook her head.
“I’m sorry, but you’ve already messed up my bed enough with your muddy clothes and boots, this is too much. So if you don’t mind since you’re awake, maybe you can help me clean up all this mess,” she said.
“Oh,” Little Steph said, tuning bright red. “Um, no, it’s ok, Remy n’ I’ll take care of it. I’m sorry.”
“It’s all right,” Steph said, shaking her head and hiding her grin as she walked out.
Just the RJ moaned and pulled himself up the side of the bed, and Little Steph gasped, dropping the blankets to help pull him up.
“Oh, Remy, I’m so sorry, are you ok?” she asked. RJ gave her a cross-eyed look.
“I t’ink so,” he said.
“Good,” Little Steph said, punching him on the arm.
“Ow!” RJ yelped, then gave her a hurt look. “What was dat for?”
“For trying to start somethin’ in my big sister’s bed,” Little Steph said, getting up and looking around her her shirt. “That’s left for our room.”
“Or Vegas,” RJ grinned. Then he frowned, staring up at the ceiling for a moment as he flopped back on the bed, remembering the words that had interrupted them.
Little Steph looked over, then saw the upset look on his face and got worried.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, touching his shoulder and making the hurt go away, though he still looked troubled about something.
“I never have you a honey moon,” he said, looking up at her with ashamed eyes. “Y’ know, take you t’ Paris, or Spain, or somet’in!”
“We got married second night in Vegas,” Steph frowned as he sat up. “And we spent a week there.”
“Yeah... but dat trip was jus’ for d’ weddin’,” he said. “I never even ‘membered....”
“It’s all right,” Steph said, putting her arms around him. “Every day with you’se like a honey moon t’ me.”
“But I love ya so much,” Remy said, returning the embrace. “I wanna give you everyt’in right.”
“Then why’d we go to Vegas for our wedding?” Steph arched an eyebrow at him.
“You jokin’? De Olds! I wanted t’ give you everyt’in’ now,” Remy said, suddenly grinning. Steph also laughed, then kissed his neck gently.
“Maybe the Prof.’ll let us steal one of the small jets sometime,” Steph sighed, then snuggled in with him. “Even if he doesn’t, it’s ok. How many of our parents have gotten time for honey moons?”
“My old man did,” Remy said. “Steph n’ Hank went skiing for a weekend....”
“It’s all right, Rem, really!” Steph insisted.
“I still got a lot o’ de money I won in Vegas,” Remy frowned. Little Steph shook her head and looked at her rings.
“You did steal these?” she asked, looking surprised.
“Non, NON!” Remy gasped, looking at her. “I never give you stolen rings, petite, never!”
“Then how on earth do you have money left over?” Steph asked. RJ suddenly grinned.
“Dere be a lot o’ poker goin’ on down dere,” he said. “An’ I still play here on weekends, though ma pere won’t play me no more.”
“Remy,” Little Steph laughed, tickling his ribs and then getting to her feet, starting to pull the soiled sheets and bedding, handing him some as well. “You’ve given me everythin’ a girl could want, don’t worry about a honey moon.”
“Right...” RJ said softly, still lost in thought as he carried the blankets out after his young wife.