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"Ah yes," he said between kisses. "You're always right."
She nodded slowly, her gaze meeting his. After a moment she wrapped her arms around him without a word.
"Good to know I'm with someone who is experienced. I'm glad you know what you're doing." He nodded, smiling.
She seemed surprised, but kissed him back immediately. "Oh.. good."
"Good. This marriage thing is new to me."
She looked at the ground. "Maybe," she mumbled. "I dunno. Would you?"
He did so, sitting on the edge. "I'm going to get in trouble."
She pursed her lips. "I would do it again."
"No, that's not what I meant. I like you." He kissed her cheek. "I had a lot of fun last night."
"You're ridiculous," she said. "I'm surprised you kept your sense of humor with a headache."
"Everyone likes fun," he said. "The observatory last night was fun, and you liked that."
"Finn? What kind of name is that for a shark?" She laughed.
"Well, you probably assumed the same thing before we started dating."
She laughed, tilting her head. "Apparently. It was a sweet notion."
"Why is that?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I like you with hands as well," she said, then yawned. "And you don't need a shark anyways."
"I agree. We definitely would not have liked each other. I don't know about high school, though."
"No, I had to stop you because you were using hands and I didn't want you to get bitten."
"Hm. You got me. I do." He smiled.
She grinned before tapping his nose. "So, you tried to catch a shark for me."
