"It wouldn't be so bad," he protests, clambering to his feet, his hands automatically moving to slide around her like iron filings drifting towards a magnet. "This floor is very clean."

That being said, the bed upstairs is much softer, and although he doesn't point that out to her, surely the gleam in his eye as he bends and scoops her up into his arms makes his intentions fairly clear. Thunder rumbles both near and far as he stands in the kitchens with his wife (fiancée?) in his arms, an accompaniment to the way he ducks his head to kiss her sweetly for a long, lingering moment before abruptly turning and heading for the stairs.

"I can think of better places, though."