Sooner or later he'll make his own determination on how good the bed is; he's got a feeling it's going to be just fine. But for now he stands and looks down at Beth like he's considering whether or not to actually get in there with her. As if he could actually resist.
"What's the verdict, ma'am?" The smile on his face is nothing if not soft, strictly for her, and before she can answer he settles down next to her. The bed is plenty big; it's got posts on the corner that go up pretty high, higher than he is tall -- he'll have to make sure not to walk into those in the middle of the night -- and he stretches out next to her. It's not quite as perfect as that bed on Venus, but he doesn't think anything could live up to that one at this point: it's taken on almost mythical stature in his mind. Still, it's a really nice bed. Better than the one at the bar because it's a king-size bed, not a queen and shit, with a bed like this having a separate nursery almost seems blasphemous.
He'll take it.
Rolling onto his side, he faces Beth. After all that lifting and moving boxes back and forth, stretching out feels really, really good. If the room had a hot tub, it would be perfect. One thing at a time, though.
"What do you think?" It feels good to him. Really good: better than the old one, better than his bed on the Bebop, better than the couch on the Bebop. Plus, Beth's right here in this bed with him. From the very first time they met he's been totally up front with her about the fact he's a damn opportunist and he's not about to quit that now, so he wraps his arm around her waist.
And because she's right there, well... he kind of has to kiss her.
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Date: 2006-12-23 07:50 am (UTC)"What's the verdict, ma'am?" The smile on his face is nothing if not soft, strictly for her, and before she can answer he settles down next to her. The bed is plenty big; it's got posts on the corner that go up pretty high, higher than he is tall -- he'll have to make sure not to walk into those in the middle of the night -- and he stretches out next to her. It's not quite as perfect as that bed on Venus, but he doesn't think anything could live up to that one at this point: it's taken on almost mythical stature in his mind. Still, it's a really nice bed. Better than the one at the bar because it's a king-size bed, not a queen and shit, with a bed like this having a separate nursery almost seems blasphemous.
He'll take it.
Rolling onto his side, he faces Beth. After all that lifting and moving boxes back and forth, stretching out feels really, really good. If the room had a hot tub, it would be perfect. One thing at a time, though.
"What do you think?" It feels good to him. Really good: better than the old one, better than his bed on the Bebop, better than the couch on the Bebop. Plus, Beth's right here in this bed with him. From the very first time they met he's been totally up front with her about the fact he's a damn opportunist and he's not about to quit that now, so he wraps his arm around her waist.
And because she's right there, well... he kind of has to kiss her.
Three times.
"Welcome home."