Consummation. O.O

[Bunny]

And the newly-wed Rebekah entered the motel, and --- sure enough, true to the legends, it was much cleaner and better kept than most of the buildings of Gatlin. Ironically. She blinked, and had a flash of wonder: who was it that went through the old decrepid building and made it cleaner? Did they not have to work in the fields? Wouldn't that be the perfect job... she thought wonderingly.

She looked for her new husband. "Find a room, carry me over it, and uh...we'll figure the rest out." She wrapped her arms around herself, horrified.

[Sly Cooper]

Damon looked around then looked at his new wife, "Well there's that room... I don't know what the difference is from any of the others. In any case it's nice then the communal homes. Why do you think that is?" He slouched over. "So uh... how about that one?" He sounded unsure of himself as he pointed at a door.

[Bunny]

"I think it's 'cuz we're supposed to be happy and excited and not terrified of coming events," she answered the question, her eyes wide and frightened. "But I'm just confused. How come we married doing-the-do-of-holiness couples get nicer -- oh. 'Cuz we're being holy. I get it..." she nodded in understanding with herself, and finally followed her husband's finger to the door. "I guess it's okay...but it's not nearly as good as...that one!" she pointed at a random door.

[Sly Cooper]

"Well then let's go to that one instead," he went over to the door, realizing she was probably just trying to stall. "What ever my wife wants , she shall get."

[Bunny]

She giggled, pleased with his promise. "You're even better than Esau! Good thing he was a blaspheme, otherwise I wouldn't have married you!" She skipped forward, and pressed her still-bleeding palm against the thin mahogany door. She hesitated. "I want...I want to be the best wife/mother in Gatlin..." she reminded herself. "And I'm going to do it. Uh..." Rebekah glanced at Damon. "Open the door."

[Sly Cooper]

He pushed against her standing at the door, and grabbed the brass knob and gave it a twist. "Do you really think I'm better than Esau, I mean if he wasn't a blasphemer of course?" He blushed and pushed the door open. He took one good look around the quaint room and then put his hand out to gesture after her. His heart beat faster the closer to the consummation they got, growing more and more nervous.

[Bunny]

"Um, I think so," Rebekah said distractedly, as the door drew open and the bed - -neatly made and pressed, as though it had been predicted that a consummation were to happen on the day (she half expected pillow mints). "I mean, I notice you, but I guess that's to be expected since we're one...one...um, one person now." She crossed her legs, even though she was standing.

Best wife. Best mother. Best wife. Best mother. Just think of how everyone will be so awed when they see that you are the best wife and best mother.

[Sly Cooper]

"Yeah one." He covered his face with a hand timidly. Why did you decide to do this? He shook his head and looked at his feet as he scuffed across the room. Damon put a hand on the bed and picked at the sheets. It was disturbing how neat they were. Who makes beds, you're just going to mess them up. "Well it seems comfy. Do you think we can sleep on it... ya know afterward?" He could feel the color leave his face.

[Bunny]

"Or, you know..." Rebekah's eyes bounced around the room, refusing to meet Damon's. "We could sleep...before."

OOC: short post. >.> I is sorry.

[Sly Cooper]

"That would be wonderful. Maybe if we sleep together we can be one... instead of..." He flopped down on the bed and sprawled out. "I suppose we can't avoid it forever though..." he mumbled to himself.

[Bunny]

While Damon may have intended his words for his ears alone, Rebekah picked up on them. "Well, you know, I think we could!" She shoved the entirety of her weight onto the mattress, landing with a flop. Beneath her the springs creaked at the sudden burden thrust onto them, but the new bride ignored them and turned to Damon on her side, her arm supporting the weight over her lifted head. "I mean, no one is watching us," she pointed out. "We could just, you know, not consummate it and say we did." She paused, thinking. "I guess He Who Walks Behind the Rows would know. But, what would he do, tell Isaac? I'd like to see him scolding us for not gettin' laid!" She repeated her earlier vulgarity, and finally thudded her head down onto the pillow.

She paused. "Well, I guess I'm expected to get pregnant, though. If I don't, people might think there's something wrong with me. Well," she shook her head, shoving the thought aside. "Well, no they wouldn't. Everyone knows I'm perfect and fertile." Hazel eyes stared blankly at Damion. "They'd think there was something wrong with you."

[Sly Cooper]

That was certainly a hard kick in the ego. Damon gasped, "No one would think such a thing. No one would accuse me of being sterile. I am a good boy, and everyone knows that a good child of his is never anything but fertile." The bed creaked beneath his weight as he turned his back to his bride and wrapped his arms around his waist tightly. He closed his eyes, "I'm certainly no Esau! But you're the one that almost married him." He pouted childishly, as he tried to poke back at Rebekah's pride.

[Bunny]

"Well, duh!" Rebekah snapped, contorting her face into something less than ladylike, though Damon's back was turned so he didn't have to suffer it. "Of course I almost married him. I never noticed him before, really. And I always noticed you! Nobody else does, though," she reasoned, suddenly feeling the urge to irritate im. "So if they don't notice you, they can't know that you're a good boy, now can they?"

[Sly Cooper]

"Well EVERYONE noticed Esau! And if no one noticed me," he raised his voiced with irritation, "then no one will even know your a good wife because they won't know your married." Damon squeezed himself harder, making it almost painful.

[Bunny]

"Oh, they'll know. Everyone notices me," Rebekah added confidently. "How can they not? And the kid Ruth'll probably spread the word of how I have a husband, and am gonna be the best wife and mother ever and --- " Once more, the thought of mothering invariably led to how one went about becoming a mother...and, coincidentally, how one went about consummating a marriage. "I'm not looking forward to this..." she murmured.