“Well, now we have an interesting story to tell the grandkids,” Fenny mused as the four of them collapsed in Gina’s living room, Gina and Paul on the couch, Fenny sitting on the arm of Brad’s chair, both couples glowing.

“Jesus, they’re planning on reproducing now,” Paul grumbled.

“Well Lilly, anyway,” Fenny amended.

“It’s an interesting story to tell anyone, really,” Brad smiled. “Wonder what the guys at the show’ll say. Wonder what our parents’ll say!”

“I’m not gonna think about that one for a while,” Fenny grimaced. “As far as they know, we’re not talking to each other and my parents think you’re something of an asshole and that I’m involved with…someone else.”

“My parents think I’m something of an asshole too,” Brad shrugged.

“My parents think you’re both a couple of nutbars,” Gina supplied.

“My parents think you’ve already got a kid,” Paul mused.

“God, I forgot about that,” Brad chuckled.

“They haven’t,” Paul laughed. “They still ask how you and your missus are doing, especially since I had to tell them their car was run into by an ambulance at the hospital.”

“Sorry,” Brad giggled.

“Don’t be,” Paul smiled. “I blame Proops.”

“Why?” Gina asked.

“Why not?” he countered.

“Good point.”

“And to think you wanted Greg at the wedding,” Fenny scoffed, nudging Brad.

“Would’ve been interesting, wouldn’t it?” he countered.

“He probably would’ve talked one of us out of it.”

“Probably would’ve jumped up at the ‘if anyone has any reason’ bit of the ceremony,” Paul teased.

“There wasn’t that bit in the ceremony,” Gina said. “Besides, I was half expecting one of Fen’s other men to show up and do the whole running down the beach screaming to stop the wedding sort of thing.”

“Don’t bring that up,” Fenny whined, feeling a bit of entirely unwanted guilt rising in her stomach. “It went perfectly, it was beautiful and I love all of you for making it all happen.” She hugged Brad closely and smiled at the other two. “Thanks.”

“I should thank Brad for inspiring my moment of mental clarity and deciding to do the whole vow renewal thing,” Paul mused.

“Love ya, man,” Brad cooed.

“Only when we’ve been drinking,” Paul clarified.

“Which you have,” Gina said.

“Oh. Right,” Paul grinned inanely.

Fenny rolled her eyes and took Brad’s hand in hers, investigating the ring on his finger for the first time. She hadn’t had the opportunity to see the rings during the wedding, she’d been too preoccupied with other things. Not passing out, for example. She ran a finger over the silver band with its simple Celtic knotwork pattern, an identical match to her own delicate ring with the exception of the small stone in hers. She idly wondered what had happened to the engagement ring she’d so harshly “returned” what seemed like eons ago, before deciding that was an all too painful memory to consider. “Hey Gina, lemme see your ring,” Fenny perked and smiled as Gina thrust her hand out for her to inspect. She marveled at the tiny diamonds. “You guys actually have great taste when it comes to jewelry,” she mused as Gina took Fenny’s left hand to investigate her ring.

“You do,” Gina agreed. “I’m surprised.”

“Well I had to talk Paul into getting you a ring,” Brad smirked. “I had to talk him into everything, really.”

“Not that I didn’t want to,” Paul supplied hastily, not wanting to be taken the wrong way.

“I know,” Gina soothed, leaning back into the couch and Paul. “Hey, Fen had to talk me into buying a new dress. You were sneaky and devious, surprising me with a wedding like that.”

“It wouldn’t have had the same effect if you’d known about it,” Paul replied innocently.

“You’re not wrong,” she smiled.

“The celebrant was amused by your surprise I think.”

“Amused by your reaction to it, anyway,” Brad chuckled, mimicking her confused expression.

“She was amused by us in general,” Paul laughed. “When Brad and I went in to see her to ask if she could do it on such short notice, she thought it was the two of us that wanted to get married.”

“Oh I’m telling Greg that one,” Fenny giggled. “All his joking about me and Gina being together, you two were actually pretty close.”

“Maybe, but we’ve never been swimming together naked,” Paul pointed out.

“Thank god for that,” Brad giggled.

“You’re just jealous,” Gina defended childishly.

“Prove it,” Brad countered just as childishly.

“As the only person in the room to have seen both of you naked, I think I have proof enough.”

Brad scowled at her and stuck out his tongue.

“Y’know what we need?” Fenny asked suddenly.

“Twister?” Paul perked.

“Not a bad idea,” Gina grinned.

“You just want an excuse to have Paul’s face in your cleavage,” Brad mused.

“Well Fen uses the game as an excuse to ogle Paul’s arse, so what’s your point?” Gina countered.

“I do not,” Fenny declared, a smile playing unwanted at her lips as she hastily changed the subject. “The point I was trying to make was that I could do with some tea. It’s been an exhausting day, and I don’t know about you guys, I could use a bit of caffeine.”

“Yeah, sounds good,” Paul nodded as Fenny stood.

“Great, I’ll go fix us a pot, and we’ll be back.” She grabbed Brad’s arm as she stepped over his legs. “C’mon Sherwood.”

“Coming, Mrs. Sherwood,” he chirped as he followed her into the kitchen, Fenny shaking her head at him as they went.

Brad watched from the doorway as Fenny filled the kettle and set it on the stove. As she flicked it on, he stepped up behind her, pulled her close to him, and left a trail of fiery kisses down the side of her neck. “What are you doing?” she asked, holding his arms to her and making no attempt to move.

“Kissing my wife,” he smiled into her shoulder.

“You like saying that, don’t you?” she chuckled.

“I’ve wanted to marry you for so long, it’s just amazing that it’s finally happened. Why, don’t you like it?” he asked, looking up at her as she turned to face him.

“Of course I do, I just, I don’t think it’s sunk in, y’know? Twenty-four hours ago I thought you wanted me dead, and now you’re my husband. A bit hard to believe. It feels like this whole day has just been a dream.”

He took her by surprise by capturing her in a sudden, crushing kiss, and she found herself clutching onto him and moaning softly into his mouth. The kettle threatened to squeal, so Brad reached behind Fenny and, with a bit of fumbling, turned it off, unwilling to break the kiss.

“Convinced it’s real?” he smiled breathlessly when he finally pulled away.

“Yeah,” she panted. “Tea, right? They’re probably wondering where we—I take that back, they probably know exactly what we’re doing in here.”

“So why stop?” And with that he pulled her into another kiss as they stumbled into the cupboard, the kettle slowly cooling.

“Fenny was right,” Gina sighed, leaning her head against Paul’s shoulder.

“That’d be a first,” Paul giggled.

“And probably the last,” she agreed with a tired smile. “But it was an exhausting day.”

“No worse than our first wedding.”

“Well we didn’t spend the whole day planning our first wedding like we did today,” Gina pointed out.

“No, we spent the whole day fretting about everything and chasing after errant flower girls.”

“No, I believe I fretted, you spent the entire day chasing after alcoholic beverages, if I recall properly.”

“Ah yes, I remember now,” he grinned down at her. “I think this one went off better,” he continued after a minute.

“Thank you, Paul,” Gina cooed, sitting up long enough to kiss his cheek before leaning into him again, his hand stroking her arm as he pulled her closer. “For everything. Today, it was the most wonderful thing you’ve ever done, I think.”

“No problem,” he said, resting his cheek against her hair.

“I could really do with some of that tea Fenny was talking about,” Gina sighed.

“I wouldn’t count on seeing the tea anytime too soon, I’m sure they’re too busy in the kitchen to be making drinks,” Paul pointed out.

“So long as they don’t do it on the counter, I don’t mind.”

“Want to go in and check?”

“We might see something unsavory that could cause long-term psychological trauma.”

“Or we could join in,” he said, raising an eyebrow.

“What, and share you with Fen? I don’t think so,” she teased.

“No, I’m all yours,” he cooed sweetly, pulling her into his lap to kiss her.

“Brad,” Fenny gasped, working up every bit of willpower at her disposal not to tug him to the floor and tear his clothes off with her teeth. She swallowed hard and licked her lips. “Time to move it to the bedroom, don’t you think?”

“I thought you were making tea,” he taunted.

“So did I,” she smiled, “but I don’t want to stay up anymore, let’s go to bed. Gina can make tea if she really cares.” Hand in hand, Fenny led him from the kitchen, where they caught sight of the others on the couch, Gina straddling Paul with her fingers tangled in his hair, completely oblivious to the rest of the world and the other couple as they tiptoed into their room.

“It never occurred to me that a wedding would turn us all into hormonal teenagers,” Fenny smiled as Brad closed and locked the door.

“Since when did we need something like a wedding as an excuse to go sappy,” he chuckled, moving to her and physically lifting her off the ground to sweep her in a circle as he kissed her. “We’re always turning into cheesy romantic movie scripts.”

“Not helped by the fact we’re officially newlyweds,” Fenny beamed as Brad kicked off his shoes. “It’s our job to be nauseating.”

“I was kinda looking forward to taking your wedding dress off you,” Brad murmured against her ear as he undid the button of her jeans.

“Should’ve thought about that before you dropped me into the Pacific,” Fenny grinned.

“Oh, it was worth it,” he laughed, pulling away from her to look into her eyes. “Got a good view. And now you’re salty again.”

“You are a sad little man,” she sighed, unbuttoning the first few buttons of his shirt and finding that his skin tasted of sea salt as well.

“And you married me, what does that say about you?” he teased.

“That just means you seduced me with your good looks and won me over with your sense of humor and brainwashed me with sex and made me fall in love with you.”

“A likely excuse,” he smiled as he slid her jeans over her hips. She wasted no time pulling her sweater over her head, revealing to him his favorite set of red underwear. With an appreciative once over and a low chuckle to himself, he swept her onto the bed and paused just long enough to rid himself of his pants and unbuttoned shirt before crawling onto the bed himself and kissing his way up her stomach.

Fenny broke into a sudden ill-timed bout of giggles. “What?” Brad asked timidly.

“I told you you shouldn’t have called Proops,” she sighed, looking down at him. “The bastard messed with my mind.”

“Please, god, tell me you’re not thinking about him,” he groaned.

Fenny looked at him sheepishly.

“Remind me to beat the crap out of him when we get back to LA,” he laughed.

“I’ll hold him down for you,” Fenny nodded.

Brad paused for a minute to scowl. “Great, now you’ve got me thinking about him.”

She smiled and guided him into a kiss with one hand on his neck and the other snaked through his hair. A surefire way to erase all thoughts of anything other than Brad was to kiss him; no other man had ever made her head swim the way he did and, she thought to herself as she pulled him down on top of her, feeling secure under his cautious weight, she’d have the rest of her life with him to enjoy the swimminess of his kisses.

“I honestly love you,” Paul mumbled into Gina’s neck when they came up for air.

“You’ve just quoted an Olivia Newton-John song, Paul,” Gina declared with a smile. “Are you sure you’re all right?”

He pulled his attention away from the flesh of her neck to gaze into her eyes. “Never better. It’s true, I do love you. I don’t think I’ve said it enough, and I need you to know that I love you.”

“Of course I know you love me, Pauly,” she cooed, giving him a quick kiss. “And I love you. That’s why we did what we did tonight, we proved to the world that we’re still in love.”

“Proved it to ourselves,” he perked.

“And Fen and Brad.”

“Who are probably naked and doing the deed in your sink,” Paul pointed out. They heard a muffled giggle and a groan from Brad, and both turned to face the noise.

“At least they made it to the bedroom,” Gina smiled. “But we’ll have to listen to them going at it for the rest of the night.”

“Unless we drown them out,” Paul said, one eyebrow raised.

“You’re on,” she perked, slid off his lap and took him by the hand to lead him to their bedroom. As she closed the door she turned and grabbed him by his shirt, dragging him in for a hungry kiss as she made quick work of the buttons. He may have been trying to be noble and prove that he loved her without being reduced to having sex, or maybe he was just out to mess with her, but she was determined to change that. Fingers trailing lightly down his chest and past his stomach, she guided him back towards the bed as she undid the fly of his pants and deepened the kiss.

Prompted by a gentle nudge, Paul sat on the end of the bed, stood up long enough to kick off his pants, and took his seat again to watch as Gina quickly slipped out of her dress. She lay on the bed and Paul scurried up towards the pillows to lie next to her, running a hand down her side, over her hips, and down her thigh until he reached the garter. Smiling at him, she moved to let him slide it off her leg. “So when do we get the photos from tonight?” he asked, twirling the garter around his finger.

“Soon I hope.”

“Me too. You looked so sexy tonight.”

“You didn’t look so bad yourself, hon,” Gina smirked. “Don’t look too bad now either.” As if to prove her point, she reached over and kissed his shoulder, working her way up his neck to his cheek, where she stopped and smiled up at him. “Finally, we can consummate our evening without getting arrested.”

“I rather liked the idea of doing it on the bonnet of your car,” Paul mused.

“And showing innocent bystanders your hairy arse?” Gina teased.

“I thought you liked it,” he pouted. In response she reached around and grabbed his rear with both hands, causing him to jump and let out a pleasantly startled, “Ooh!”

“We’ll save the bonnet idea for another time,” she suggested as she slipped on top of him.

“It was a vow renewal, I don’t know if it really has to be consummated,” he pointed out.

“It won’t hurt,” she said, nipping at his earlobe.

“If you do it right it will,” he said with a wicked grin as he lifted his head to kiss her.

“I’m okay with you being sweet and romantic from time to time,” Gina mused between kisses, “but do you realize we haven’t made love since leaving Adelaide?”

“You really do only want me for the mind-blowing sex, don’t you?” Paul pouted theatrically.

“No, but it’s a great added bonus,” she purred.

“There’s lots of other ways to spend time together and express our love,” he declared as Gina’s lips trailed gradually down his chest, “like picnics on the beach, walks through the park, candlelit dinners, uh…” He was rapidly losing his train of thought as she licked along the bottom ridge of his ribcage. “Spending the morning in bed with a couple warm croissants and a movie on TV, swimming at midnight…”

“Or,” Gina perked, pulling her mouth away just as she reached the waistband of his shorts, “we could go back to the tried and true method of fucking each other senseless until dawn.”

He paused a moment, putting on a show of considering her suggestion. “If you insist,” he perked and rolled over, pinning her to the bed as she clawed at his underwear.