Ryker resisted a chuckle at her pink touched cheeks, his gaze flitting to the moonlight again. This was nice. The only thing that was missing was Home Improvement. He smiled a little at the thought, visibly relaxing. One thing was for sure. He never wanted to move again.

Her fingers again took on the task of tracing every ridge and scar on his body. Her eyes followed the paths, occasionally glancing back up at Ryker. "The couch is uncomfortable. And there is a better view of the sky from my room! Come on!" She jumped up and pulled him to his feet. "Come on come in come on!"

Ryker let out a slow breath, feeling Abby's warmth soaking into him, and the soft touch of her fingers against his bare skin. He was comfortable, but unlike usual times, he didn't want to fall asleep. He wasn't even sleepy, which was a miracle in his eyes. As she shifted and spoke he lifted his head slightly. "Okay okay okay I'm coming give me five seconds." He sounded amused as he pushed himself up off the couch and walked over to her room, his eyes immediately flicking to the window.

She gave him a slight push to the bed as she pulled out a swimsuit. "These are my only ones" she picked out another one. "Both one piece. Now this little guy has been waiting for this moment" she pulled out a two piece swimsuit. "Can I try it on?" She bounced up and down on her toes

Ryker pretty much just stumbled to the bed and sat down on the side, a classic Ryker move, then tore his gaze from the window and looked at Abby. "Just for this moment." He repeated with a small smile. "Can you? Why are you asking me? It's your life." He laughed a little.

Abby giggled as he copied her "yep. And I was just asking. Just cause." There was a tiny flicker of hops as she thought of her new life. No more asking for permission. She could do what she wanted. She didn't need to feel the pressure of being wrong. Ryker was there to protect her if anyone tried to attack her. She bounded to the bathroom, but she struggled to push the e small thought away. Somewhere, she had come up with the idea of the need to ask every time she wanted to do something. No one objected. She almost never did anything herself either. Always someone by her side... she pulled on a short black swim skirt and the black and white striped top. She bit her lip as she looked into the mirror. There was a lot of skin that revealed itself, and she wasn't completely comfortable in it. She looked at the one top. It was missing a strap! One thick strap covered her shoulder while the other had disappeared from existence. She stepped out of the bathroom and made a small spin, the short skirt flying upward when she stopped. "Thank goodness for the under shorts!" She stood there, staring into Rykers blue eyes

Ryker realized he was still in jeans, and although they were his preferred clothing choice they weren't super comfortable. He quickly slipped into his own room and pulled on some softer pants before going back and sitting back on the side of the bed. As she came out his eyes widened just slightly. "Wow. You look great." He commented with a slight snort at her words.

Abby cocked her head to the side "you changed pants. When did you do that?" She skipped over to him, plopping beside him. "Hey look. There's a bruise. Wonder where I got that one. Oh look! Another one! I never know where I get my bruises " she pushed them. One hurt and she winced, but the other one didn't hurt at all. She shrugged and leaned against Ryker, her fingers picking at his pants. Her mind was flowing with things they could do. One thing stuck out... yet she tried to push it out of her mind. She ignore it but it kept coming back. "Oh Ryker..." she whispered.

Ryker lifted an eyebrow. "While you were changing." He answered simply, furrowing his brows slightly as she pointed out some bruises. "How did you get those? That one looks painful." He sounded concerned about the smallest thing, even though he didn't need to be. His concern had even been ramped up a couple notches now that they were actually MARRIED. It was his literal job at this point to take care of her. As she spoke softly he tilted his head slowly, bringing his gaze back from the window again. "Ohhh Ryker what?" He inquired quietly.

(random bruises is a girl thing lol I wake up all the time with a random bruise or scrape and have no clue where I get them)

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Abby shrugged "I don't know. They just appear" her head magically ended up on his shoulder as always. "Ohhh I don't know. First night married to the best man in the world!" She smiled, though there was something on her mind. She just didn't know how to react to it/ present it. She giggled and flopped back on the bed